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In the middle of the night Buzz woke to the quiet snick of his bathroom door opening. He rose on an elbow and watched Neal hobble toward his bed. He raised the covers to allow him to slip in. "I couldn't sleep," Neal muttered, as he spooned against Buzz with his cast resting on top of the covers. Buzz kissed the back of his neck and held him snuggly, caressing his chest and belly. In moments Neal was lightly snoring. Buzz lay awake for a long time just enjoying the feel of Neal's body pressed against his.

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In the early morning light Neal lay on his side with his cast above his head while watching Buzz, who had kicked the sheet off in his sleep and now lay naked, lightly snoring. In awe that he was lying next to this gentle, magnificent man, he wondered just how many people ever get to live out their fantasies. He watched Buzz stretch. Covered in golden fur, he looked like a large cat, a puma. With childlike fascination and wonder, Neal reached out a timid hand and caressed his muscular chest and flat belly. The soft golden pelt that covered most of his body felt so luxurious.

Buzz opened his eyes and watched Neal's exploring with a relaxed happy smile. He raised his hand and brushed his forefinger across Neal's lips.

Neal looked at him and said, "You know, you look ludicrous in a tight swimsuit with all this hair."

"That's the first words you speak on the first day of our life together?"

For a moment, Neal looked dumbfounded, then with astonishment, he uttered, "The first day of our life… together?"

Fascinated with Neal's reaction, Buzz solemnly nodded.

Neal grinned, then after pausing to gather his thoughts said, "If that's true, then my first words now knowing that this is the first day of our life together are… I love you… I want you… I need you." And then playing coy while drawing curlicues in Buzz's chest hair with his forefinger, he asked, "Is that better?"

"I've found myself a verbose smart ass, I see," Buzz said.

Neal playfully smirked, then looking innocent, said, "Yes, you found me, but I'm the one that worships you, adores you, and loves you with all my heart."

Buzz pushed Neal onto his back and rose up over him. His expression was serious.

"Are you sure about that? Because if you're not, I beg you not to say it."

Neal lost his smile. "I may have said it playfully, but I mean it from the bottom of my heart."

Buzz lightly kissed him. Neal wrapped his arm around his neck and made it a full-fledged kiss. When they finally broke, Buzz rose up and gave him a lascivious grin. "It's my turn to worship you."

"With all my wounds and colorful bruises I must really be a sight."

Buzz smiled and kissed a big bruise on his shoulder. "You are quite colorful right now - all black and blue and purple and yellow and green."

Neal playfully punched him and Buzz laughed, then lovingly smoothed the straight black chest hair that narrowed at Neal's sternum and ran down his belly disappearing in his luxurious bush. His countenance became serious as he caressed Neal's washboard belly feeling the taut muscles. "You're so beautiful, Neal." He admired Neal's long slim body, his well-developed shoulders, the sinewy muscles of his arms and legs. Neal watched - awed that this big wonderful man loved him.

"I've been so confused. I've been doing my best to hide what I was feeling. I was afraid you would toss me out of your life. I wanted you to love me, yet not believing what I saw in your eyes, I was fearful that I was just projecting my desires. But last night everything came together. At first, I was sure you were just making fun of me. I couldn't believe a big masculine man like you would want a queer little faggot like me."

"Stop right there. I don't ever want to hear those words come out of your mouth again. There is nothing queer about you. And you, for damned sure, are not a faggot."

The tone of Buzz's voice made Neal feel that he should be quailing in fear, but he instead looked him in the eyes and asked, "Then why did you set your fancies on me?"

"As I told you last night, Neal, I only hoped that you would be like me. There was no way I could know. I thought... no, I feared that you were in love with Betsy and that you would scoff at me when you learned that I was in love with you."

"No. Never. Betsy and I are only close friends. It's you am in love with, Buzz."

"God, I love you, Babe."

Neal smiled at him. The feeling he had at the moment was what he called 'waxing poetic'. It was a term his mother often used to describe him when he'd get passionate about something. He sat up and looked into Buzz's eyes as he said, "This morning, I know exactly who I am. And I know exactly what I want. I am a man and I love another man. And that's exactly the way I want it to be - side by side with you for the rest of our lives."

Buzz studied Neal's face a moment while trying to suppress a smile. He kissed him on his lips and grinned. "So that's all settled. I'm hungry. Let's go have breakfast."

He kicked back the sheet and started to get up. Neal, feeling confident and playful, grabbed him and pulled him back down. "I'm hungry, too, you hairy galoot. I'm starved for more of you."

Forgetting his hunger, Buzz replied "And you shall have your fill, my beautiful young lover, if you're not too sore." He started covering Neal's face and neck with kisses.

Neal loved the attention: the kisses, the caresses, the fondling. Buzz found him to be a quick learner and a very responsive lover. Although he wanted to go further, he felt it best to take things slowly and let Neal take the lead.

Neal explored, kissing him as Buzz had done him. He found a nipple and used his tongue to wet the hair and lick it away from the areola. Buzz had never had that experience before. Claire had ignored his nipples and the two men he'd had sex with had only pinched them, which he didn't like. Neal suckled it and tickled it with his tongue. This sent him over the moon.

Neal spent a long time exploring Buzz's cock and balls. He buried his nose in the thick bush above his shaft and inhaled the masculine aroma. He noticed the scrotum had a musky smell all its own. He quivered as he inhaled the scent, then he had to taste it. Taking one testicle and squeezing the skin tight, he licked it. Buzz arched into him. Neal engulfed it with his mouth and ran his tongue over it. Buzz's reaction, coupled with the taste, excited Neal so much he almost came. He did it to the other orb and got the same reaction.

He then moved his attention to the hard pulsing shaft in front of him. First, he studied it, amazed that something that hardly showed at all through the hirsute forest around it when soft could swell to be so long and thick. He hefted its weight, ran his finger tips over its velvety surface and then pulled back the foreskin. He studied the angry red head and again inhaled its strong scent. It made his head swim. He engulfed it, taking it all the way to the back of his mouth. Buzz gasped and involuntarily thrust. Neal gagged and started coughing. Instantly contrite, Buzz sat up and embraced him.

"Damn, I'm sorry, Babe. I didn't mean to do that."

Breathing heavily, Neal gained control of his gag reflex. "That wasn't your fault. It's something I've got to overcome."

"You don't have to swallow it all the way to make it feel good, Neal."

"It's something I want to learn to do for you."

"Just take it easy. You don't have to do it all at once."

Neal smiled and ducked his head to take Buzz's softened shaft back into his mouth. He suckled it to full hardness and a couple of minutes later his mouth was full and overflowing. He pulled back and swallowed as the next couple of shots hit him in the face. He dove back down on the discharging rod and took the last spurt in his mouth. At that same moment he filled his fist full of his own cream.

Buzz heard him sigh contentedly as he combed his fingers through Neal's hair. "That was fantastic," he murmured

When Buzz's cock softened, Neal let it flop out of his mouth as he sat back and grinned with cum running down his face and dripping from his chin. He raised his cum covered hand and licked at it. Buzz sat up and pulled it to his own mouth and sucked each finger clean, then took Neal's face between his hands and licked it clean. When Buzz lay back and looked at him, Neal had a satisfied, happy smile on his face.

"You like that, huh?" Buzz asked.

Neal opened his eyes and nodded. "Mmm hmm."

"I had assumed that you were a virgin when it comes to sex with a man."

Neal blushed. "I've never before had sex. Period. Not even jacking off with another person."

Buzz looked at him in fascination.

"I remember hiding in the closet and watching one of my brothers mutually masturbating with one of his buddies. I just never had a friend that I wanted to do that with."

"You are amazing." Buzz pulled Neal to lie on top of him.

"Are you saying I did it well?" Neal rubbed his face against Buzz's chest enjoying the feel of his hairiness.

Buzz chuckle at his naiveté. "Much better than well."

"So, you have a lot of experience?" Neal asked.

"No, I can count them on one hand and it was all before I was twenty-two."

"So nothing after you were my age?"

"Just my wife."

"Do you still know these guys?"

"Yes, the first one is still my best friend. We were twelve, and discovered jacking off together. Never went beyond holding each other's cocks. He's the county sheriff now. The second one I had a brief affair with. He introduced me to his best friend who became my wife. I fell in love with her and that was the end of it. He's a big movie director now. The third one was a one night thing that turned rather bad. Claire caught us and ran to her best friend." He paused and regrouped before continuing. "Number three's now the president of the bank where I conduct all my business."

"I must say, I'm in rather vaunted company," Neal murmured. Buzz watched Neal's expressive face as he lost himself in his thoughts. He eventually looked up at Buzz. "So, Billy's natural father is Jorge Lobos."

"What!"Buzz flipped Neal off his chest and on to his back, raised up on an elbow to stare down at him. "How the hell did you ever figure that out?"

Neal sat up. "I'm sorry I should have kept that deduction to myself. I didn't mean to upset you."

"No. No, you didn't upset me. I just don't understand how you figured that out."

"Simple really. The evening after I came out for the interview, I ran into Billy in town. We got to talking and he became upset about his mother's death, and in talking about it he told me he'd discovered that his biological father was a famous director. I guess I'd kind of already figured out which one. I'm kind of a movie buff. And I'd seen Mr. Lobos when he was here directing a movie a couple of years ago. Billy looks a lot like him."

"Yes, he does."

Neal turned around on the bed, folded his legs to sit in a half lotus. He studied Buzz. "That bothers you, doesn't it? That Billy looks like his biological father."

Buzz glanced at Neal and then closed his eyes. "I kind of thought that we'd be having this conversation maybe a few months down the road. Not the first morning we're together."

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, Buzz."

"No, now is as good as any." He sat up and scooted back to rest against wall. "The fact that Billy looks like Jorge has always been a thorn in my side. He's a constant reminder that I really fucked up. Not once, but three times. And it affected not just my life, but also Claire's and Jorge's. You see, first off, I was a coward. I loved Jorge. But when I met Claire, I loved her, too. She offered me a normal life. I grabbed that offer without ever thinking of how cruel I was just to drop Jorge like I did.

"I got the feeling after Billy was born that Jorge'd never stopped loving me. Oh, I'm sure he hated my guts at the time, but I think there must have been a lot of love still there. And he loved Claire. She once told me that Jorge had told her that he was glad that it was she that got me if he couldn't have me himself.

"Anyway, Jere, that's the banker, and I had been flirting with each other for a couple of years. He was the Bruins' wide receiver while I was the quarterback. It all culminated in us getting drunk and ending up in bed one night when Claire was spending the night with her parents in Pasadena. She had a fight with her mother and came home late that night. She walked in on Jere and me. She ran to Jorge. Long story short, Billy was the end results."

Buzz sat up and lightly kissed Neal's lips. Neal grasped the back of his head and turned it into a full-fledged, passionate kiss. Buzz gently gathered Neal to him and lay back with him on top.

"I've been dreaming of this for a long time." Buzz murmured.

"Yeah, three of my dreams have come true. It will be so cool when the last one does."

Buzz rolled Neal off of his chest and raised up to look down at him. "What were the three that have come true?"

Neal smiled and closed his eyes. "One… that you would say you love me, two… that I'd sleep in your arms and wake up beside you, and three… that I'd get to suck you until you came."

"And the fourth?"

"And the fourth is that..." Neal opened his eyes and looked into Buzz's. "Is that you fuck me."

Buzz studied Neal a long time before he replied. "When I put my cock inside you, Babe, it will be a lot more than just fucking you. It will be making love to you like you've never been made love to before. But it won't be this morning, Neal. You're going to have to heal before we do this... so you gotta stop hurting yourself."

Neal's wounded expression tickled Buzz. He reached up and pulled Neal down beside him. Neal snuggled up against his side, getting as close as he could. He loved the way Neal was so responsive. He nuzzled the side of Buzz's neck and nibbled on his ear. "I want to explore your body," he said, sitting up and looking Buzz's naked torso over. "You are so magnificent," he whispered. Buzz crossed his arms behind his head and watched his young lover.

Now that Buzz was completely soft, Neal could barely see him through his thick bush. He was amazed that something so big and long could shrink so much. His own got a little bigger and longer when hard, but it never seemed to shrink up much.

He trailed his fingers through the hair around Buzz's soft shaft and then down under his balls. The thrill of Neal's fingers trailing through the hair on his testicles was making it difficult to lie still. He was quickly rampant again. Neal cupped the big hairy balls in his hand, amazed that something so big could be completely hidden in hair.

He could feel Buzz watching him. He looked up into his liquid brown eyes. His gentle smile begged a kiss. Neal leaned forward and brushed his lips across Buzz's. He then leaned into Buzz's armpit and breathed deeply. He could detect no deodorant scent so he ran his tongue through the hair. He loved the salty slightly pungent flavor. Again he caught sight of Buzz's quarter-sized nipple hiding in the hair on his chest. With his one good hand he separated the hair and took it into his mouth. Buzz pushed into his mouth and then collapsed. "Please, no more of that until later." Buzz begged.

Neal sat up and grinned at him. "Turn over. Let me see your back side."

Buzz rolled over and laid his head on his arms.

Neal ran his hand over Buzz's muscular back and butt, and down his thighs. There was very little that wasn't covered in a thick down of fine golden hair.

Buzz was delighted that Neal was fascinated by his hairiness. Claire had commented more than once that she felt like she was mating with an animal. Buzz had always sloughed it off. There was no way he was about to even consider waxing or any other kind of hair removal. It was enough that he had to shave his neck along with his face each morning.

Buzz rolled back over, pulled Neal onto his chest, and wrapped him in his arms. The cast made it awkward, but they ignored it. "I'm so happy you are finally mine. You feel so good I could lie here like this for the rest of the day." Neal murmured agreement just as his belly growled. Buzz chuckled and said, "I guess we'd better get up and get my little satyr fed."