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Chapter 3: Party Time The atmosphere was upbeat as the members of the company boarded their transatlantic flight to Barcelona, settling comfortably into seats in business class thanks to the generosity of one of Daniel’s backers who was cherishing fond hopes of what his generosity might lead to. They were all busy toasting each other backwards and forwards around the cabin as the drinks came around before dinner, and then settled down to a good meal and a quiet overnight. Their plans included a couple of days of sightseeing or whatever in the Catalan capital, then the awards show and post-show party. However, there was to be no sex at all during that time, as Daniel needed everyone to save up as much as possible for their trip to Sitges and filming sessions immediately after the awards night. The people in the group who’d worked most often or longest with Daniel were really surprised to see the sometimes-uptight boss relaxing and unwinding so much during their time in Barcelona. As the various people in the group posted multiple pictures of their fun times around the city to their social media, Daniel’s dazzling smile often appeared on the cameras as opposed to his normal brooding stare. It seemed obvious that the Hawaiian Nine was for once going to let his hair down and actually enjoy his life. But appearances can sometimes be deceiving. As Daniel said afterwards to Lianne, the company’s business manager, “First the bad news.” Not only did Jim flatly refuse to appear in a video with his husband, the legendary star Rod Rammer (actual name: Steve), but Steve backed him up 100% and told Daniel that after this last appearance he was going to retire again, and this time it was definitely for good. It was during the breakfast hour on their flight over to Barcelona that Daniel had broached his ambitious scene plan to Steve and Jim, and they were still well over an hour from their destination when Jim gave his plan the thumbs-down, in no uncertain terms. “But that doesn’t mean that we’re not still friends,” Jim hastened to add. Steve agreed. “One hundred percent. It’s just that, for me personally, coming back into the business was a mistake. I’d quit for all the right reasons before, when I met Jim, and coming back was something I did for a whole pile of wrong reasons.” Daniel then made one of his signature quick recoveries. “Well, if this is definitely the last “lights, camera, action,” for you, who would you like me to pair you up with for your final scene?” “What about Laszlo? Do you think you could persuade him to do a switch-fuck with me?” “You mean, he does you and you do him?” “That’s what I mean.” “So who gets to breed?” Daniel asked. “Good question.” Steve pondered for a minute. “Maybe flip a coin?” Jim put in his two cents’ worth. “Since he’s young and inexperienced, he could probably shoot first inside you, and then you can breed him afterwards. You’ve had plenty of experience in delaying the inevitable.” Daniel wrapped up the discussion. “Well, we’ve already seen both of you bred on screen in the last film. Why don’t you negotiate it with him and come up with a scene plan?” “Deal.” Daniel heaved a huge sigh of relief. For a minute, he’d been scared that Rod was going to walk away from the project altogether. This near miss was the real reason the boss was smiling so much as they wandered around the city. It wasn’t just the potential lost sales which scared him but (as he now realized) even more the chance of losing two of the only real friends he had in his life. On the big night of the awards show, the entire group were dressed to the nines, and ready to walk the red carpet – a first for the younger and newer guys. The men were all in eye-popping variations on classic formal wear, not least among them Johannis and Laszlo who had both chosen white tuxedos, one with smoky grey trim and the other with brilliant sky-blue edging. Not to be outdone, Lianne and Marina (the costume coordinator, a.k.a. General of the Jockstraps) dazzled with brilliant formal evening gowns, Lianne in black and gold and Marina in dark maroon. The advance buzz all around the event was that Hawaiian Nine was going to scoop up a pile of awards. Certainly, the company and its individual models and film crew members had been nominated for just about every award that was available for the taking. Nor were the results a disappointment. The “Scene of the Year” award went to Daniel’s breeding of Rod Rammer, while Rod himself was recognized with a Special Lifetime Achievement Award. The film they’d starred in, Hawaiian Ramming, won the Best Film of the Year award, and Laszlo walked off with a Most Exciting Newcomer award – a trophy which put a broad grin on his face, and on Daniel’s face too. Privately, Daniel resolved to give Laszlo star billing in his next film after the one to be made in Sitges, an honour which he had richly earned. He also planned to use the footage of the virgin Laszlo’s first fuck and breeding as the bonus scene for that film, if and when. Off camera, the talented Will and Eddie got an Outstanding Camera Work award for the final orgy scene in the company’s previous film, Nine in the Sand. As the title indicated, the big scene was a hyper-active beach orgy, and the camera angles had taken full advantage of not only the gorgeous Hawaiian scenery but every imaginable angle on the wild action from the nine performers, in a scene that all by itself lasted for 45 minutes and totalled up to 11 breedings and 6 facials. After the show ended, everyone headed for the main ballroom of the Savoia da Catalunya hotel for the after party. At first, the company assembled all in a tight little group. Steve proposed a toast to Daniel, and after thanking him, Daniel in turn raised his glass to Laszlo. “To Arpad Nagy – a star is born.” Both toasts were drunk with loud acclaim by all of the Hawaiian Nine gang. After the group split up and began circulating, it seemed to Daniel that, in between the endless offers of canapés and champagne from the circulating waiters, he must have shaken the hands of every single person present. As he did so, he also found himself fielding an unending parade of scene suggestions, funding offers, audition requests, ideas for locations, ideas for casting, and on and on. To all of them, he answered with a smile, thanks, and a statement that he was here to relax, not to work – which, of course, was only true until they headed down to Sitges the next day. Even that departure on Sunday morning, just before noon, was a bit fraught. As Daniel mused to himself – sitting in a half-empty coach over 20 minutes after they were supposed to leave – you couldn’t very well pull the plug and leave early from an awards gala where your company had just scooped a whole bundle of significant trophies. Some things in life you just had to accept as they were. Late nights equalled late departures the next day. After about 40 minutes, and a series of querulous phone calls from Lianne, the entire company had finally showed up with baggage in hand and boarded the bus. Most of them were looking very much the worse for wear, which was the reason that Daniel hadn’t planned any shooting until the second day after the gala. Later on Monday afternoon, the crew assembled in the suite which had been rented to serve as a filming location for the shoot. Spacious and luxurious, it had a generously-sized sitting room, an equally generous bedroom with a small sitting area in a bay window, and a gigantic bathroom with a jetted tub big enough for three and a shower almost as large – plenty of possibilities, and Will and Eddie had planned out camera placements and angles for all of them. In the shower, Johannis and Miguel, the Mexican bottom, were helping each other to get ready, with plenty of soap and a scrubbing sponge, not to mention a butt plug for the tempting hole in between Miguel’s sweet, round ass cheeks. In fact, Johannis got hard enough playing with the plug that he was able to remove it and insert his cock for a minute, just to get Miguel loosened up enough for easier going on camera. Out in the bedroom, Daniel was sitting on a chair in the corner, fingers crossed and hoping like mad that his latest casting inspiration was going to pan out. He’d sensed a hint of chemistry when he’d introduced Miguel to Johannis back in Los Angeles, and he’d decided to go with it. Marina came and sat next to him. “Worried, boss?” “Just the usual nerves with a new casting combo.” “You worry too much, boss. After this is over, why don’t you come back to my room and work out your stress?” Daniel laughed. The not-quite-young trans woman had never bothered with surgery, so she still had all her male appurtenances, and a delectable ass which Daniel had enjoyed on several previous occasions. But now, he just laughed. “Nice try, Marina, but you know perfectly well that I have to hold it for my scene tomorrow morning.” She sighed but nodded. Marina had been around the company long enough to know that Daniel was fiercely proud of his epic cumshots, and she certainly understood the importance of “business before pleasure” when they were on a shoot. When Daniel came into the bathroom to announce that they were ready to go “whenever you are,” it was Miguel who switched off the water and then pulled slowly off that big Viking dick without any sign of embarrassment or self-consciousness. They towelled each other off, and then made their big entrance for the scene, Miguel walking in front with his hard tool leading the way and his towel trailing in his free hand, while Johannis followed, steering him with a hand cupping Miguel’s ass cheek, and with his towel draped around his own neck. The two guys slipped on their underwear – Johannis in bright orange briefs and Miguel in a pale blue jockstrap which contrasted beautifully with his amber skin tone. Daniel leaned over to Marina, and murmured, “Perfect colour contrast -- as always.” Johannis murmured in Miguel’s ear, “Just ignore them all and concentrate on me,” and Miguel nodded. The cameras were all running, and Eddie gave them the word. At once, Johannis pulled Miguel into him and began kissing up a storm. Miguel seemed a bit shy and confused, but soon melted into the big guy’s arms and began to moan as Johannis teased his nipples and then ran his hands down to cup and squeeze the younger guy’s ass. It was all an act, of course. Those few minutes in the shower had already taught Johannis that Miguel was a thoroughly experienced bottom. He’d really gotten that message loud and clear when he’d tried to push his way gently into Miguel, and the Mexican’s expert hole had opened right up and swallowed him to the root, then began chewing on the big guy’s cock. Johannis had opened his eyes, and exclaimed, “Well, aren’t you the horny little slut, so eager for a big cock to fill you up?” Miguel had turned a wide-eyed, angelic smile on Johannis at that moment as they’d let the water flow over them. Johannis realized instantly that the whole reluctant innocence shtick was as fake as the angelic smile. He may have looked like an inexperienced, wide-eyed kid, but Miguel was definitely a sex demon with a lot of practice under his belt (which he wasn’t wearing), and Johannis knew that he’d have a hard time not to cum too quickly and spoil the scene. Now, he let his hands play with the straps of Miguel’s jock as Miguel put one hand down and played with that big Icelandic cock inside the tight briefs. He was playing the part of the eager young learner to perfection. Watching from the sidelines, Daniel smiled smugly at how his intuition had once again scored a bulls-eye in the casting department. The rest of the scene unfolded along perfectly familiar porn-scene lines, from dropping underwear to ass and tit play with fingers, from cock-sucking to ass-eating, and from there to fucking. Johannis was loving the way Miguel was alternating with him, working harder on his cock when he slowed down his fucking motions, and just going completely passive and letting him have at it when driving it deep into him. After a good half an hour of work, with numerous positions and only a few quick pauses, Miguel had whispered into the big guy’s ear, “Missionary.” Johannis flipped him over onto his back, and Miguel pulled his smooth young legs all the way up over his shoulders. Johannis slipped right back inside that cute hole and began pounding hard. At the same time he felt Miguel’s cock getting harder and harder under his abs and knew that it was time to go for it. He barked, “Gonna cum,” as he pumped deep and hard into the young Mexican’s ass. Miguel was wailing away, lashing his head from side to side on the pillow, and Johannis suddenly realized that it wasn’t an act any more. The Mexican had given himself over to the sensations of the fuck, had forgotten all about the watching cameras and observers. Miguel had gone off into an erotic trance, losing consciousness of everything except the sensations in his ass and the massive cock plundering it. Johannis let himself go then into that same private and intimate space, submerging the outside world in a tidal wave of sexual energy as he drove himself to his climax. Then Miguel let out an especially loud cry of “Fuck!” and his hole clamped down hard as his cock lifted and erupted all over his smooth brown belly, hands-free. Johannis drove three or four more vicious strokes into the suddenly fierce tightness under him and let out a deep roar as his dick shot off like a cannon inside the Mexican’s sweet ass. And thanks to the change of position, the camera crew got it all in perfect closeup. Eddie locked in on Miguel’s cock when it exploded, and Will caught the view of Johannis, cock half out of the hole and flexing like a mad thing as it continued pumping sperm inside the tight bottom’s eager fuck chute. Will held the camera right there as Johannis finally let his cock slide gently out, and then caught the slow-motion lava flow of cum pouring out of Miguel’s ass. Miguel even knew enough to try to hold his hole open so the stream could flow without interruption. At last, Eddie called, “Okay, fellows, that’s it.” He and Will switched off their handheld cameras and then went around, turning off the tripod cameras. Daniel got up, adjusting his dick inside his underwear, and came over to congratulate his two newest stars – and then realized that the energy had completely shifted. Johannis had slid back inside Miguel, and the two of them had wrapped their arms around each other, kissing nonstop, with Johannis again sliding gently in and out. It was plain to Daniel’s sight that the scene might be over but the two men lying on the bed, twined together, were far from done. Daniel smiled, turned away, and quietly signalled to everyone else to leave the room.

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Chapter 2: Taking Care of Business Once all the editing and post-production work was completed, Hawaiian Nine Studios released its newest feature-length film, Hawaiian Ramming, to unprecedented fanfare. All the excited talk about Rod Rammer and Hawaiian Nine appearing together in not just one but two scenes had led to the biggest advance sale ever for one of the company’s productions. Nor were the stars’ legions of fans disappointed by the results. Viewers of the movie, commenting in their thousands on social media, generally divided into two camps: those who thought that Hawaiian Nine getting fucked by Rod Rammer was the hottest thing they’d ever seen, and those who thought that Hawaiian Nine’s breeding of Rod Rammer had to be the biggest turn-on of all time. Plenty of the commentators also had hot words of praise for Laszlo, especially for the final scorching ten minutes of his big scene in which Will and Eddie had parked their cameras and jumped right into the action. That fixed-camera footage had almost all been usable, and it gave the audience some epic views of Laszlo being spit-roasted by Will and Eddie at the same time that Daniel was pounding another load into Will’s tight ass. Daniel had gotten a smugly satisfied look on his face at the preview showing in the studio, when the room erupted in a spontaneous burst of applause as the credit “And Introducing ARPAD NAGY” (Laszlo’s screen name) faded in on the screen. Daniel felt that he was entitled to be smug. The audition clip which Laszlo had submitted was a bit pedestrian, but Daniel’s sixth sense in these matters had whispered to him that Laszlo had the quality of a star, and just needed to be taught how to bring it out for the camera. So Daniel had signed him up, and then proceeded to teach him. Laszlo’s education was partly simple lessons in what to do and what not to do during a shoot, partly studying and talking about the work of previous bottoms on their films. More than both of those together, of course, was the in-person training which Daniel had definitely enjoyed giving the eager young fellow. His memory strayed backwards to the first time he had played with Laszlo. He’d set up some lights and a couple of stand cameras, more to give Laszlo the feeling of playing during filming than with any hope of getting actual usable footage. What Daniel had gotten, though, was a rare opportunity in the porn biz – Laszlo had told him at his interview that his ass was still virgin. Daniel was sorely tempted to try to film the big moment, but he knew that with his thick cock, getting Laszlo to loosen up enough to take him was going to take too long for porn use, and would probably require a lot of patience and effort in exchange for long stretches of relatively useless footage. He was wrong. And he thanked his lucky stars that he’d decided at the last minute to turn the cameras on, just for the hell of it. Now, in his mind, he found himself reliving that evening. “Oh, so that’s what it looks like,” Laszlo had said, commenting on the lights and cameras as Daniel led him into the room. After that one comment, the young guy ignored the technology. A man on a mission, he came right into Daniel’s arms and began kissing him, at the same time grinding his packed crotch against Daniel’s bulge. In just a few more seconds, Laszlo’s left hand had slid downwards and begun fondling and squeezing that big lump in Daniel’s tight gym shorts. Of course, his shorts immediately began to grow even tighter, and Laszlo worked his hand with even more enthusiasm, feeling an instant response to his busy, squeezing fingers. Before long, call it half a dozen kisses later, Laszlo’s hand had plunged down inside the waistband and was busily engaged in fishing Daniel’s now-hard tool out of his jockstrap and stroking the head, which was already leaking. But Daniel also had an agenda, and he pulled Laszlo’s hand out of his shorts before proceeding to pull up the younger guy’s t-shirt. Obediently, Laszlo lifted his arms over his head and Daniel pulled the shirt up and off. Now, he plunged his head down and began sucking on Laszlo’s cute little nips, making them stand up and quiver, and making their owner quiver right along with them as the attention was making his cock jump up and down inside his pants. As soon as Daniel ran his hand inside the waistband, he realized something right away – and confirmed it when he pulled Laszlo’s jeans off. This eager young hotshot had gone natural. No jock. No boxers. No briefs. No G-string. Not only that, but the guy’s cock was doing one of the rarest tricks in the biz, standing right up against his abs and bouncing off them each time his muscles contracted. With his head already leaking copious amounts of clear juice, it was obvious that Laszlo was horny beyond belief and desperately needed something to occupy him. With that thought, Daniel slid his own shorts down and off, then grabbed the back of Laszlo’s head and pushed him downwards towards Daniel’s crotch. Laszlo nearly went crazy, inhaling Daniel’s rich crotch aroma and chowing down on his sperm-soaked jock (it was his special filming jock which always appeared in every one of Daniel’s scenes). And there was his prize, the legendary Hawaiian Nine, pushing its way out of the waistband, stretching the elastic, urgently seeking freedom and daylight. Or film light, at least. Without any urging, Laszlo went straight for the head, sliding back the skin, and licking all around the slimy head before taking it right into his mouth. As he slurped on the massive tool, Laszlo tugged down on the jock so that he could reach the entire length of the shaft. Daniel could tell right away that this part of sex, at least, was an area where Laszlo had plenty of experience. The young Hungarian wasn’t quite able to deep-throat the monster facing him, but he managed to swallow a good two-thirds of it, and then – pulling back – gave the entire length a thorough tongue bath before pushing the bulbous head back into his mouth and down his throat. Daniel let him work on that big, erect meat for a few minutes, but then pulled him back up. It was time. Daniel spun Laszlo around and told him to lean over and plant his hands on the edge of the table. Then Daniel bent down, pried Laszlo’s cheeks apart, and buried his face right into that hot young crack. For a moment, Daniel was tempted to laugh, thinking of the apposite words, “to boldly go where no man has gone before,” but he resisted the urge. He did summon up every bit of his years of experience with men to give Laszlo’s ass a tongue bath that he would never forget. From licking at the sides of the crack to slurping on the hole, then lashing his tongue back and forth across the button until it began to loosen and flex in response – Daniel knew all the techniques. And he could tell exactly when it was time to introduce a finger into the game. Laszlo moaned at the pressure, and then gave a tiny cry as the probing finger breached his hole and he felt a man opening him up for the first time. The death grip of that hole on his finger assured Daniel that Laszlo was indeed a virgin – and reminded him to take his time and do his best to make it a good experience for the youngster in front of him. Daniel resumed his tongue work on the crack and hole, while at the same time he began sliding his finger slowly in and out, changing the angle on each stroke. His finger play soon took on a pattern – imagine a circular track around Laszlo’s ass, and Daniel was swinging around the circle, thrusting in from eight different positions on each complete circle. Laszlo was moaning almost nonstop as Daniel’s finger worked inside him. Then the moans changed to a loud yelp and “ohmigod, ohmighod,” as the finger reached in farther and began to stroke his prostate. Looking down between his legs, Daniel saw a long string of precum stretching itself downwards from Laszlo’s cock to add to the growing pool on the floor between his feet. And then, Laszlo’s hole bloomed. It relaxed, opened, began chewing on the stroking finger instead of just tolerating it. Daniel took the hint and introduced a second finger. Laszlo’s busy ass kept right on grabbing at both fingers, and Daniel was thinking that it was just about time to consider trying it with the Hawaiian Nine. Then Laszlo pre-empted him. “Fuck, man, aren’t you ever going to get that cock into me?” Daniel chuckled. “Okay, since you want it so badly….” He proceeded to pull out his fingers, then squirted a generous glob of lube onto his dick, and another on his hand. He spread the lube all over his tool, and then worked it around and into Laszlo’s hole. “Okay, boy, just relax and let yourself open.” He placed the thick head of his dick against the virgin hole, already closing up again, and then leaned on it. At first the hole resisted. “Relax. Go limp, like a rag doll.” Daniel kept the pressure on, slowly leaning harder, and then came a sudden “pop” – actually audible like that – and he was in. Laszlo gasped aloud, but he kept breathing slowly and deeply. His muscles slowly eased off the clamp-down on the intruder, and the Hawaiian Nine began to slide a bit deeper inside him. Even with all the preparation, and with Laszlo so eager to be fucked for the first time, it took a good five minutes before Daniel felt his tool come up against an obstacle. Laszlo was just too small a man to take the whole thing, and he would certainly need a lot more practice before he could learn how to let his insides shift around to accommodate it. “How does it feel?” “It hurts, but it feels amazing too.” “Do you want me to pull out?” “Hell, no! Keep it in me. I want that big cock, and I want you to fuck me until it spits a big load inside me!” “Okay, since you asked.” With that, Daniel began slowly sliding in and out of the no-longer-virgin hole. Laszlo’s ass muscles were grabbing at him every inch of the way, but the younger guy was already beginning to get the knack of when to squeeze and when to relax. And Daniel was loving every minute of it. As Laszlo relaxed more into the fuck, Daniel slowly began speeding up. He wasn’t going to give this young guy a full-on pounding, not yet anyway, but he definitely wanted to let him know what it felt like to be fucked, and he definitely planned to give the boy his first load in the ass. Laszlo was paying close attention to Daniel, as well. He heard the steadily increasing rate of breathing, and the change of tone as it got harsher and shallower. Knowing the symptoms from his earlier sucking and jerking experiences, he could guess that Daniel was just about ready to breed ass. “Yeah… yeah… fuck me… fuck me, man… cum in me… breed my hole… I want it….” “Here it comes, boy. Get ready, I’m going to fill you, load you up.” “Fuck, yeah. Give it to me! Pump it in. Fucking breed me!” Daniel let out a loud groan, slammed deep inside, and Laszlo felt the pulsations of his cock against his ass ring and knew that Daniel was shooting a load deep inside his hole. His first load. Laszlo, gasped aloud, yelled “Fuck!” and his whole body contorted as his cock erupted, hands-free, splattering what looked like a quart of sperm against the legs of the table and all over the floor underneath it. Daniel groaned again as Laszlo’s orgasm caused his ass to contract violently around Daniel’s cock. After they’d had time to recover their breath, and clean up some of the mess, the two of them sat down together on the bed (which hadn’t gotten used at all yet) and watched the footage of their encounter playing on the TV screen. Before long, the video got both of them so hard that they just had to re-enact the scene, this time with Daniel lying on his back and Laszlo climbing on top and riding on that massive, thick meat. In no time, their excitement led to Laszlo spilling a second hands-free load while Daniel blasted off yet again inside that already filled ass. It had definitely been a fuck for the ages, but Daniel still hadn’t decided exactly how or when to use the video footage that had captured it for all time. And now, here he was, savouring the enthusiastic welcome from the audience of his colleagues and friends for his hot young find. From the applause, it was evident that many of the people working on the film had also met and admired – and fucked and enjoyed -- the hot young Hungarian bottom. Laszlo admitted as much when talking to Daniel after the viewing. He made no secret of the fact that working for Hawaiian Nine Studios had gotten him laid at least half a dozen times, aside from the scenes in the film. Daniel laughed at his eager young protégé’s frank description of his off-screen adventures. “Better be careful about talking too much – you wouldn’t want to make the studio owner jealous, now, would you?” Laszlo chuckled. “No, I would rather make him something much harder to handle.” Daniel simply laughed again. He was tempted to respond to the insatiable Laszlo’s blatant come-on, but he had, as always, some business to take care of the next day, and needed to save his energy. He said as much, and then turned away to talk to one of his silent partner financiers, thereby missing the crestfallen look which swept across Laszlo’s wide-eyed features. Daniel’s “business” was to audition, over the next two days, two young performers who’d applied to work with the company. Getting to audition applicants in person was one of the big fringe benefits of his work as head of a production company. He’d picked the two out of the usual weekly pile of superstar wannabes. It was a simple matter to weed out the applicants who were tops when he wanted bottoms, or vice versa, and even simpler to delete everyone who didn’t bother to read through the entire page before clicking into the application form (a large percentage of the total). These were easy to spot because they were either (a) underage or (b) covered with tattoos (an especial bugbear of Daniel’s – he hated guys plastered all over with vast swaths of ink). The first audition was Johannis, a sexy, muscular Icelandic blond with a matching beard, and a dick almost as big as Daniel’s. Daniel thought he’d make a great scene partner with Laszlo, but he needed to test-drive the hot Nordic stud himself first. Since he wanted a couple of hot tops to pair with Laszlo, his auditions had to be with himself as the bottom. Daniel actually didn’t mind at all. Unlike many porn studs, especially the gay-for-pay variety, he actually enjoyed playing versatile and switching tops and bottoms with guys that he got into bed. Almost as soon as they settled down out by the pool and he started chatting with Johannis, he found that the blond Viking enjoyed playing mix and match as much as he did, a good sign. Johannis soon turned to Daniel, and they began kissing, while Johannis slid his hands down and started playing with Daniel’s firm, muscular buns. In no time, his hands were probing into Daniel’s tight swimsuit and digging deeper into his crack. At the same time, he grasped Daniel’s hand and brought it to the growing bulge in his suit, clamping the hand onto himself. Wow, Daniel thought to himself, this is one impressive take-charge guy. As he thought that, he began working at the drawstrings, then pulling that tight suit clear of Johannis’ butt and down, allowing his cock to spring free. Daniel let himself be pushed down onto his knees, and took that cock into his mouth, sucking it deeply right down to the base. Johannis groaned, grasped Daniel’s head with both hands, and began face-fucking him energetically. After a couple of minutes, Johannis pulled Daniel up, spun him around, and pushed him down across the end of the bed. He peeled his own swimsuit the rest of the way down, tugged Daniel’s suit down and off, and then leaped in between Daniel’s legs, burying his face in between those tempting muscle mounds. Johannis ate ass for a couple of minutes, and by that time his cockhead was drooling, a bead of clear juice swinging in the air beneath his tool. He smeared that precum over the head, spat in Daniel’s crack a couple of times for good measure, then planted his cockhead against Daniel’s hole and began to lean. When the head pushed in, Daniel arched his hips upwards to give full access, and the big blond muscle top sank all the way inside his hot Hawaiian ass. Daniel was ready to take it, and Johannis was eager to give it. Almost at once, he began pounding, driving deep into Daniel’s willing hole. Daniel reached up and back to grasp his thighs, urging Johannis to plow him deeper and harder by pulling him in. It took barely a minute before Johannis gasped out that he was cumming. Daniel mentally noted a black mark as the hunk’s dick spewed its load far too quickly into his ass. But Johannis didn’t even slow down, he just kept pounding away. In another minute, he pulled out and rolled Daniel over onto his back as if the big Hawaiian were a child’s rag doll. He then plowed right back in and resumed fucking. Another ten minutes or so, and the big man was spurting a second load inside Daniel’s already full, wet hole. Daniel pushed him off, then, and Johannis flopped down on the bed beside him. “Can you always cum twice like that?” “At least.” “At least? What’s your record?” “Last year, I bred a guy four times in just over an hour.” “Fuck, that’s awesome. That will make a lot of my customers very happy. You’ve got the job.” “What? You don’t even want to test drive my ass first?” “If it’s as good as your tool, you’re going to be a star in no time.” For the record, Daniel did enjoy an awesome fuck inside Johannis’ muscular butt, giving the Icelandic stud a huge load and fucking another load out of him in the process. The man was incredible, an absolute fucking cum machine, and Daniel knew that he would make a slight change to his usual practice and allow Johannis to cum outside the hole once or twice, at least a squirt or two, just so viewers could see for themselves that he wasn’t faking it. Daniel had never met a guy who could cum as quickly and as frequently, over and over, ever single time. Things were a little different with Paulo the next afternoon. Paulo wasn’t as impressively built as Johannis, but he made it clear that he was all man and all top. Once he’d fucked Daniel with such power that Daniel himself had cum hands-free as Paulo bred him, the second deal was sealed. Daniel was very happy with his two newest finds, sure that he was going to get amazing scenes out of both of them. A few days later, an email went out to everyone involved with the production, reminding them all that the company was going on location again for a sequel. There was a big new film festival and awards gala for gay porn slated for Barcelona in three months’ time, and the company expected to scoop several trophies and plenty of publicity for Hawaiian Ramming. Daniel and his inner circle had already decided to film a sequel at Sitges, while they were there, with some of the same cast. The boring twink, Terry, wasn’t going (Daniel made very sure of that) but he had already auditioned and signed up two other cute twinks to appear in the film. Ryan was a cute-as-a-button little Irish redhead who made up in sexual stamina for what he lacked in size, being just about tall enough to stare at Daniel’s nipples when they talked. Miguel was a slim, dark-eyed guy from Mexico with the sweetest manner, almost as sweet as his lush round butt cheeks. Along with them, Laszlo, Johannis, Paulo, and Rod Rammer (whose actual name was Steve) were all going, as was Steve’s husband, Jim. Daniel would have to do a strong smooth-talker act, but he was hoping to get Jim on screen too, for a real-life husband-on-husband scene.

Chapter 1: The Life of Nine Daniel stepped out of the shower, water dripping off his tautly-muscled body and his still-rigid cock. From under the spray, Laszlo asked, “Does that thing ever go down?” Daniel chuckled. “You want to have another go and see if you can make it go soft?” “No, thanks. My hole is going to be sore, and my jaw’s going to ache for 3 days as it is.” Daniel methodically dried off his 9-inch pride and joy, then went back to towelling off the rest of his body. He and Laszlo had just finished filming a scene in which Daniel had face-fucked and ass-fucked the slim, boyish Hungarian for a total of five loads. He’d pumped a first load down Laszlo’s throat, then fucked Laszlo missionary and planted a second one in his hole while Laszlo came hands-free all over his abs and pecs. Without even stopping, Daniel had kept right on going, continuing to pound Laszlo’s ass, now rolling the compliant bottom onto his face and mounting him from behind, lying right along his back and pounding deep into his hole. When Laszlo yelled that he was going to cum again, Daniel speeded up and dumped his second load into Laszlo’s battered hole, then pulled out to let the cameras see what looked like a tidal wave of sperm slowly oozing its way out of the younger guy’s well-used ass. After Daniel had eaten and sucked all his cum back out of Laszlo’s stretched-out butt, he had rolled Laszlo onto his back and shoved his cock back into the boy’s mouth so Laszlo could clean him off. When he at last pulled free, the two cameramen wanted to get in on the action. Both of them were rock-hard and ready to go, and in what seemed like no time Laszlo had taken a third load up the ass and a second one down the throat. Daniel had kept right on stroking, and then drove his still-hard erection deep inside the hole of the cameraman fucking Laszlo and dropped his fourth load of the day inside another willing and tight ass while the cameraman was breeding Laszlo. It had been quite the afternoon. Even for him, this afternoon’s performance had been one for the record books, but the slim, dark-haired Laszlo had been his favourite kind of guy to fuck, and Will, the red-haired cameraman, had been cut from the same cloth – slender, muscled, and with a firm, round ass that opened right up on demand. Once he was dried off, he crawled back into the bed, tired at last and glad of a chance to get some sleep before it was time to go downstairs for the wrap party that night. It had been a busy week, during which he had filmed three scenes altogether. Just as he was dropping off to sleep, he felt another body sliding under the sheets and curling up against him. Laszlo murmured, “Is this okay?” Daniel reached out an arm, pulled the younger guy close to him, and they both fell asleep almost at once. It had been eleven years since Daniel had done his first shoot, and it was that first film that had given the then-eighteen-year old stud the advertising tag that had stuck with him ever since: “The Hawaiian Nine.” Half his reputation had come from the length and thickness of his cock, the rest from his uncanny ability to keep calling up multiple cum shots while filming. But then, his copper-coloured skin and devastatingly handsome face had done no harm for his career either. Daniel, the Hawaiian Nine, always looked as if he had just stepped off Waikiki Beach, and that was legitimate because he actually was Hawaiian. He came from a typically Hawaiian family, with various mingled bloodlines traceable to every corner of the Pacific Ocean. As a youngster, his father had been a champion surfer, and he’d passed on his skills and his love of the big waves to his eldest son. Daniel’s mother had been more problematic. As a church deacon, she had lived many hours of her life within the church at the end of the street, and it had always pained her that her son, her pride and joy, simply didn’t share her enthusiasm for Christianity at all. Daniel, of course, knew exactly why he was avoiding the church, but he also knew that sooner or later he was going to have to come clean to his parents, and that was going to be messy. In the event, he didn’t get the chance. When he was eighteen, he got a job on the mainland to earn more money for school, and it was there that he had taken on the additional job of doing favours for an older man who turned out to be a porn director. Wild sessions in his lover’s bedroom led soon enough to sessions in front of a camera, and to his first film scene. His long, thick cock had made mincemeat out of the inexperienced hole of the bottom who was paired with him, but he had gotten a bonus from the production company’s owner after delivering not one, not two, but three fountain-like money shots during the one shoot. The film, and the bonus, were his undoing. Back home in Kauai, another young gay man he’d never met fell victim to a snooping father who found the scene on his computer, recognized Daniel, and told Daniel’s mother at church what he had seen. In later life, Daniel, when telling the story, would simply say, “I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.” Things got messy all right, and in ways which he hadn’t even anticipated. His father, although concerned about his well-being, was prepared to accept his decision to work in the porn industry, but his mother most certainly was not. She had told him he was no longer welcome in her home -- and was no longer her son. When his father remonstrated with her, she turned on him, declaring that with such a weak-kneed approach to what was right and moral, he was no longer welcome either -- and that he had better leave right away so she could call a good divorce lawyer. Nor did things get any easier when Daniel’s younger brother and twin baby sisters lined up on the side of their father and their brother. The resulting divorce proceedings were messy in the extreme, becoming a nine days’ wonder in the local media. Daniel watched it all from a safe distance, in West Hollywood, and continued squirrelling away money for his education after each shoot. He made five films for the director before they broke up, and by that time he had a reputation of his own and could get jobs with any production company that wanted him. He laid down some strict guidelines for himself. Film shoots were an absolute no-no during work terms at school. He accepted offers for holiday periods only, and the offers became much more reliable and consistent when he shared his school schedule with several of the production companies which allowed him some leeway in choosing his scene partners. In due course, he finished his business finance degree with time and money to spare, and promptly bought an equity share in one of the production companies which hadn’t used his services. This firm specialized in twink-on-twink action, and had no need for Daniel’s particular abilities, but he was shrewd enough to know that this was one of the most foolproof market segments. Over time, with the help of careful investing and a bequest from a sympathetic uncle, he increased his holdings to forty percent of the total, but acted mainly as a silent partner. After all, the management was getting great results, both in the quality of films and in the financial statements, and only an idiot plays games with success. Daniel himself had bigger plans, and these became obvious when he placed his forty percent stake into the hands of a new production company with himself as sole owner, Hawaiian Nine Films. In no time, the twink studio was rebranded as “Twink Heaven, a Hawaiian Nine Company.” He then begged a couple of friends to work for nothing for him, to help him get established, and the three of them proceeded to make the new company’s first film, Hawaiian Nine Nights, which immediately put the new company onto a truly solid financial footing. Within the year, Hawaiian Nine Films had a solid professional staff to run the business and was making more and more films itself, under its own name. Daniel had hired some of the best directors and camera men in the business. The quality of his films became the envy of the industry, while his name on the website drew endless numbers of viewers. Well, that and his legendary tool. It may not have been as long as some porn dicks, but it was unquestionably one of the thickest ever seen on film – the thickness making that rampant erection appear actually shorter than it was, until a bottom began sliding down onto it, and kept right on sliding farther and longer than anyone expected. It became a sort of tradition at Hawaiian Nine Films that, whoever else was featured, the boss always performed in one scene for each film, either within the story or as a “bonus extra” only for those viewers who actually purchased the film, as opposed to simply streaming it. The film that he’d just finished making with Laszlo had been the fortieth production of Hawaiian Nine Films, and it had been the first one in a few years in which he’d played more than a single scene or bonus. He’d fucked Laszlo, he’d done a scene with another twink “borrowed” from Twink Heaven, and then he’d brought the house down by letting himself be fucked and bred on camera by the legendary Rod Rammer, whom he’d persuaded to come out of retirement for this special appearance. By now, the rumours were out on the street that Rod actually preferred to bottom, and the “bonus track” for this video featured Daniel fucking and breeding Rod, the first time that famously top-only man had ever been fucked or bred on screen. The rumours were proven to be right on target when Daniel had let his load spurt into Rod’s hole just as Rod was cumming hands-free, a fountain of cum that shot out of his rigid eleven-incher to a clear three feet in the air above his twisting, convulsing body. This whole scene was such a huge coup for Daniel that he actually had planned to market the bonus as a separately-priced item, available only at an extra fee and only for purchasers of the full-length film. After sleeping for an hour and a half, Daniel awoke to find Laszlo still sleeping and still cuddled up against him, there in the spacious master bedroom of his condo. He felt a little sorry for Laszlo, who was likely to get totally overlooked in the whole fanfare over the two scenes with Rod Rammer. Because Laszlo was actually a gifted performer as well as a sweet bottom, Daniel resolved to give him featured billing, if not as prominently as himself and Rod. As he was thinking these thoughts, Laszlo began to stir. Daniel stroked his face gently, and the younger man came awake with a beaming smile on his face. “What’s made you so happy?” “I was just dreaming about waking up in bed next to you, and look – here we are!” “Laszlo, don’t get your hopes up.” “Oh, don’t worry, I know all about that. It’s a job, it doesn’t mean anything else, don’t let yourself fall for your scene partner, blah, blah, blah.” “Smart man. Let’s hop in the hot tub on the balcony.” They went outside, pulled the cover off, and turned on the jets before settling into the steaming, bubbling water as it swirled around them. Daniel leaned back with a grateful sigh, letting the foaming action soak away the tension in his neck and shoulders. After a few minutes of relaxing, Laszlo resumed his line of questioning. “But what about you, Daniel? You could certainly do worse than fall for a sweet young thing like me. And it’s not like you’ve ever been seen with anyone since you broke up with….” “Stop right there if you ever want to get another job with Hawaiian Nine.” “Okay.” But Laszlo looked a bit doubtful. “Laszlo, I can read you like a book, and you’re asking all the questions: what makes him tick emotionally, what’s his private life like, who if anyone has been in a relationship with him, all that gossip magazine stuff that always makes everyone too damned nosy. No one knows about my private life because I don’t have one – not the way you’re thinking of it, anyway.” “Do you miss it?” There followed a moment’s silence. Then, Daniel’s taciturn reply – if you could call it a reply: “We’d better get going, don’t want to be late for the wrap party.” And he stood up, taking a towel for himself and handing Laszlo the other one. In twenty minutes they were both dressed, and Daniel shooed Laszlo out of the bedroom, saying he would follow in a minute or two. Downstairs in the big open-plan main room, the caterers had gotten everything set up and then had vanished as requested. Jim, Rod’s husband, had taken over the management of the bar, and was busily mixing and dispensing drinks to all comers. Laszlo was in a corner, making animated conversation with Terry, the other twink from the film. Will, the red-headed cameraman, was chatting with Rod Rammer, and directing covert, envious glances at the star’s legendary cock bulge. Other assorted members of the cast and production team mixed and mingled. Daniel flung himself into the party, mixing and mingling with his best sparkling smile and vigorous laugh. Rod Rammer cornered him, with a proposition – he and Jim would love to have Daniel come over for another private three-way, like the one they’d had the previous year when the whole idea for Rod’s appearance in the film had been hatched. Eddie, the other cameraman, let him know that he had left a camera running when he and Will had gone to town on Laszlo, and there might easily be another scene or bonus in that footage. Terry came to talk to him, plainly angling for another film gig. Daniel was polite but noncommittal. During their scene, Terry had been about as sexy as a lump of rock, and it had been a challenge to stay hard and to cum on cue. Other voices tossed out other casting suggestions to him, a few of which intrigued him enough to make a mental note to investigate. But all the time, somewhere deep inside, he was pondering Laszlo’s question. Did he miss having a private life? The more he thought about that, the quieter he became, and the people there who knew him best could tell that the boss was deep inside himself again, and likely to remain that way for the balance of the evening. The party finally began to wind down, with the business management team of Hawaiian Nine doing the honours of helping all the guests on their way. At last, the condo was empty except for them, and they quickly said goodnight to Daniel and left themselves. Daniel was alone. But not really alone, because Laszlo’s question was still hanging in the air. Did he miss – did he even want – a private life?

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Chapter 13: The Explosion Sunday morning dawned bright and early, but the boys regained consciousness somewhat later, after what had undoubtedly been a tiring and emotionally intense day. It was Joey who slowly recovered consciousness first, becoming aware of a continuous dull roar of noise which had certainly not been there before. Then came sirens, and those woke him up all the way. He got out of bed and staggered slowly over to the window, parting the curtains slightly to look out. What he saw sent him racing back to the bed to shake Dean wide awake. “Whaa… wha the….” “Dean, get up now!” “Wha the big rush?” “I’m telling you, get out of bed and come over here!” Dean staggered over to the window in much the same fashion as Joey had done a few moments earlier. He looked out, shook his head, looked again. “Oh, shit.” North Clark Street outside the hotel was clogged from side to side by protesters. Signs and banners waved in the air. Voices shouted through megaphones. Police cars stood at the fringes of the crowd, the officers trying to force their way through towards the doors of the hotel. More police arrived as they were watching. They stepped back into the room, staring at each other. “Did we do that?” “I think we did.” “I wasn’t expecting anything like this.” “Dean, none of us were – but we probably should have been.” With that, Joey sent out a thought at large: Anyone else seen what’s out there? Dayna’s thought came in, with a forgivable edge of asperity. Finally, you’re here. We’ve been watching the show for the last hour or more, while we waited for you two and for Jaysen and Peter to clue in. Where are you all? Breakfast. Give us half an hour and we’ll join you. “Half an hour, princess? Seriously? You usually spend 3 times that pampering and primping every morning.” “Very funny, Dean. High speed today. Shower and dress on the run.” Half an hour later, they joined the other three in the restaurant. Jaysen and Peter arrived just moments after them. Wade spoke first. “Well, everyone, we are definitely in for a rough ride. I took some pics of the protesters, then cropped and blew them up. Check out the signs.” GAY CONSPIRACY STOP TEMPTING OUR CHILDREN SHIFTERS ARE Sarah Palin’S LEGION KILL ALL SHIFTING FAGS “Wow. Not much doubt about their feelings, is there?” Dayna dared a question. “Are you fellows scared?” Jaysen glanced at the others first, then replied. “This may seem scarier to you than it does to us because we’ve had this shit thrown at us all our lives. Sure, it’s scary – but it’s familiar turf.” “I was thinking just that when I said to Dean a while ago that if we didn’t foresee this, we certainly should have,” Joey put in. Jaysen went on. “And we have one huge advantage we didn’t have yesterday. Now that the whole world knows about us, there’s no need to keep cautioning ourselves not to use everything we have. Right?” Everyone took a second to absorb that, and then nodded agreement. It was a pretty big adjustment to make after anything up to nearly fifty years (in Deidra’s case) of hiding an essential part of your life, your very self, from the wider world. “A word of caution,” Joey put in. “We should maybe try to do a bit of simple experimenting before we make our move, because we have to plan on four of us moving three more who can’t move themselves around, plus bags.” “And in case anyone’s thinking about it,” Deidra went on, “I’ve never moved more than two people at the same time – yesterday – and certainly not with additional personal belongings.” “Okay, then,” Dayna said, “after we finish breakfast and I’ve gotten as much coffee as I want – and that will take a while -- we’ll go back to our rooms and try things out to see how it works.” An hour later, packed and rehearsed, they were ready to leave for the airport. After checking out on the hotel’s app, they came downstairs and moved through the lobby towards the front door. The doorman moved to intercept them, plainly unwilling to unlock and open the entrance with the crowd still outside. Just then a voice beyond the door screamed, “Here come those fucking faggot assholes now!” The crowd surged towards the door. Each of the seven got a firm hand on the baggage. Wade grasped Dayna. Peter held Jaysen. Dean held Deidra, and Joey hung onto the extra bag with all the family tree information in it. The seven of them vanished…. …and promptly materialized in the living room of Dayna’s apartment in San Diego, where the sun was just tipping over the horizon. There, they sat down and started studying the news apps on their phones. They’d hardly underestimated the danger they faced. There had been screaming crowds at both Chicago airports, and also at San Diego airport. Jaysen got a text message from a friend to tell him that his condo building, and the country club, were also besieged. The news apps were showing footage from various cities which indicated that the signs they’d seen in Chicago had been some of the milder ones. A prominent political leader described the shifters as a “gay plague” that was going to take down the country, and angrily accused the president of being “soft on shifters.” His slogan was quickly picked up, repeated, and amplified by opposition leaders in a number of countries. Online preachers in various religions exhorted their followers to murder these satanic interlopers as quickly as possible, calling it a holy crusade to purify the world. Even the normally laconic Wade was stunned by the scorching, acidic outpouring of hate and venom directed at them, and at the larger gay community. Before the day was out, several noted gay clubs were firebombed or otherwise attacked, resulting in seventy deaths. Two gays-only guest houses in Fort Lauderdale were torched. So was a gay-friendly hotel in Bangkok. More violence followed in the next few days, as the torrent of invective kept rising higher and higher. Official spokespeople of all sorts were unable to account for the vehemence and violence of the reaction. Even the representatives of various churches, synagogues, temples, and mosques gave statements, explaining that the angry behaviour and ferocious invective of their respective spiritual leaders was totally unexpected and uncharacteristic. Then, on Thursday morning, the seven suddenly received a panicky thought from Deidra – the only one of them who lived alone. They’re here! In my apartment!!! Dean immediately fired back. Where are you? In the bathroom. The door’s locked but they’re breaking it down! Coming, Mom! Dean blinked, grabbed Deidra, and blinked again just as the door gave way. Safely back in his home, he kept holding his terrified mother as she burst into hysterical tears, giving way to her terror. Dean and Joey both did their best to comfort and reassure her, but their efforts to calm her were less than effective as they were feeling far from serene themselves. As she was struggling to regain control, she had managed to sob out the words “…red…light…,” but neither Joey nor Dean picked up on it at that point. That night the first demonstrators appeared outside their home in Carlsbad. They wasted no time, packing up and getting ready to move as the crowd grew and the chanting swiftly got uglier. Dean couldn’t help feeling frustrated. They’d had that one brief afternoon of joy and freedom, one shining moment of openly being who they were in full, and now all of them, all the descendants of Nora Ludlow, were on the run and hiding out. He had no doubt that all the descendants of the other six originals were diving under cover as fast as they could go too. The sheer overpowering insanity of the reaction was eating away at all of them, reducing them to the instinctive flight-or-fight responses of hunted animals. On Friday morning, the crowd began pushing towards the house, throwing rocks and shoving aside the police who’d been sent to maintain order. Peering out between the curtains of an upstairs window which now held only jagged fragments of glass, Dean saw at least a dozen flashing red lights through the clothes of various members of the crowd. He ran back downstairs. “The emissaries are here! Time to move!” As they were gathering their things, a dull explosion blew in the door and the mob swarmed in. Three of the leaders had the red lights seen through their clothes, and those three made a beeline for Dean, Joey, and Deidra. The three of them grasped each other and vanished. But not soon enough. As soon as they landed in Dayna’s apartment and released each other, Joey flopped onto the sofa. “He got me.” Dean’s blood ran chill at those words. “Who, Joey?” “One of the emissaries. He managed to grab my arm just as we were disappearing. Good thing you were holding both of us.” Dean felt his eyes getting wet. “Joey, Can you move… you know, shift yourself?” Joey closed his eyes for a minute, and then opened them with a sad smile. “Only by standing up and walking.” “NOOOOO!!!!” Dean flung himself, sobbing, into Joey’s arms, holding him close, kissing him, desperately hoping that maybe it wasn’t too late, that maybe…. “Come on, Joey. We’re in this together, just like we always have been – just like we’ve always loved each other. I’m not giving up! You have to try, Joey. You have to try. Please, Joey, please don’t give in to the haters!” He held Joey closer, harder, hugging him fiercely. Suddenly, Joey laughed. “Dean, don’t crack my ribs – please!” With that, he vanished, and reappeared a split second later. Dean stared for a second – and then got angry. “Joey, that was NOT FUNNY!” Joey hugged Dean, gently, and said, “Dean, I wasn’t joking. That emissary touched me, and I lost the power to shift. And then I felt it flowing back into me.” Deidra looked puzzled. “But didn’t the voice tell us that it couldn’t be reversed?” “That’s what I thought.” “Actually,” Joey said slowly, “I think the voice said that they couldn’t reverse it. But apparently we can.” Dean thought for a moment. “Maybe the emissary didn’t get a big enough or long enough grip to really kill it off, because he only had a split second of contact before we vanished.” But Deidra said, “No, Dean. That’s not what Joey is telling you. Joey’s power was as dead as a doornail until you began hugging and kissing him. Remember what Joey said: ‘I felt it flowing back into me.’ The love between you two is a sight to behold. It’s rare and uncommon, and now I think we’ve seen that it’s also powerful.” While they were puzzling over that, and Dean was busily kissing Joey again, out of sheer relief, Dayna – who was studying her phone – suddenly whistled in surprise, and said, “Hey, everyone, listen to this,” as she cranked up the volume. “…a number of the crowd invaded the house, and then the entire mob fell silent and began to disperse, for no apparent reason. Carlsbad Police and other observers were at an absolute loss to explain this sudden ending of the mob attack on the home.” Dean smiled grimly. We’re not at a loss. We can see now exactly what happened. The mob was inflamed and agitated by the emissaries. There were at least a dozen of them outside the house when I looked outside. Once they’d broken in and missed their chance to catch us, that mob served no further purpose for them. Immediately, Deidra confirmed it. There was a red light in the group that broke into my place. Now other voices, which they didn’t recognize, began flooding in. That’s right. There were plenty of those little red lights in the mob at O’Hare. I saw some of them outside the Riverview Grande. Red lights in the crowd outside Parliament in London. We saw them in Singapore. So this whole international hysteria is being stirred up by the enemy evil intelligence. Then, recognizably, Jaysen’s voice: They can’t stir it up without anything to work on. We all know that the seeds of this kind of hysteria have lain in humanity for centuries, for millennia. It never takes too much to set them going. But this absolute insanity is far beyond anything else in history. And then, suddenly, so suddenly that it caught them all unawares, the room around them vanished and they were standing in a bare, white space, full of light. And the voice addressed them. Now you have understood it all. The experiment is concluded. A few minutes later, out in the wider world, every television, computer, tablet, and mobile phone screen went black while the following message scrolled up from the bottom, three times in all: YOU HAVE SURRENDERED YOUR FREE WILL TO EVIL FOR THE LAST TIME. YOU HAVE LOST YOUR FINAL CHANCE TO BREAK THE CYCLE OF HATE. NOW YOU WILL LIVE WITH YOUR PETTY HATREDS FOREVER. THE EXPERIMENT IS CONCLUDED. Epilogue: Ten Years Later Dean and Joey strolled calmly, happily, along the streets of the city in the brilliant sunshine. It never ceased amazing them to look around, seeing all the beautiful buildings, trees, lakes, and gardens, and to realize that none of it was any more than a decade old. When they’d first arrived, there’d been nothing to see. But as their minds got to work on it, along with the ten thousand others, and with the considerable help of the owners of the voice, the city had quickly come into being. Everything was spacious, everything was new and lovely, and it was the most peaceful city they’d ever seen. There was, after all, no need for vehicles. Upon arrival, all of the ten thousand had received all of the shifting powers which they hadn’t previously owned, as well as the full power of mental communication. Now, travelling anywhere was done, quite literally, in the blink of an eye. Peacefulness was a natural condition for other reasons too. Problems, which were rare, were sorted out faster than it takes to tell it, since their shared thought processes and shared experiences gave all of the population of the city a wonderful basis for unanimity of outlook and community of caring. Some of the immigrants’ habits had caused a certain degree of puzzlement. The Tarkhulians had stared in blank astonishment at such activities as Dean, Jaysen, Joey, and Peter grinding out laps in the large swimming pool, really a sizable natural lake with a side area equipped with lane lines. This was not an activity the Tarkhulians had ever undertaken themselves, but some of them quickly found it to their liking. On the other hand, since Tarkhulians reproduced by subdividing, they found the romantic and sexual habits of the newcomers both baffling and amusing. However, they did share the natural bent towards compassion with their new neighbours, so they politely concealed their bafflement and amusement. It would never have stopped any of the six younger members of the group from expressing their feelings for each other in the natural, human way. Dean in particular was humbled by the love of his Joey. When he thought how nearly he’d come to losing Joey, he knew that he would never have been able to leave him behind and would have abandoned this Utopian future to stay on Earth with Joey, if it had come to that. None of the thousands of incomers had ever forgotten that day of decision when they had suddenly found themselves all standing in that bare, white space, filled with light, while the voice explained to them that they had been removed temporarily, for their own safety, from normal space and time – and that the experiment was being concluded because the population of Earth was not ready to abandon its inherent tribalism and factionalism in favour of embracing truly the ideals of community. The voice had gone on to offer them a choice, of your own free will, of course, to either remain on Earth for good or to make the great leap forward into the next stage of being, in which case they would be removed to a new home. Those who chose to stay behind would lose their shifting powers. Tarkhuli is a planet of similar size, orbiting a similar sun, with near-identical gravity and a comparable atmosphere. The inhabitants are similar to you in many ways, and both compassionate and friendly, so you need have no fear of them. They have already advanced to the next stage successfully. We can help you in every way to adapt to this new environment, and to rebuild as much of your lives as you desire in a more welcoming society. You will never have to fear the emissaries again as they have no power to intervene in worlds where the next state of development has already been achieved. We can also assure you that, should you choose to reach this stage, one and all of you will be part of us already, and you will be earmarked to become more fully a part of us when your natural physical lifespan draws to its close. This will also hold true for your children, and for their descendants. There is no falling back from this advancement. Armed with that reassurance, the vast majority of Nora’s descendants, and the descendants of the other six originals, hadn’t hesitated for a second. The ones who stayed behind, predictably, were the few like Jaysen’s father and sisters who had used their abilities in malicious ways to increase their own sense of power. Those who were ready to make the transition could now see, more clearly than ever before, the futility and absurdity of thinking that their pathetic little attempts at manipulation of their fellows constituted any sort of true power at all. Freed from the stresses of life on Earth, not least from its assorted diseases and biting critters, the descendants of the seven originals found that life on Tarkhuli was altogether easier, smoother, more healthful, and more fulfilling. The incomers, freed from the need to earn a living, were able to devote themselves to whatever activities or interests they found most interesting or absorbing. The Seven from San Diego, as they still thought of themselves, had all remained close, a family still, even in their totally changed circumstances. Indeed, they’d planned and created a house in which there was adequate space for all of them to have their own private areas, but also a large common space where they could come together. That big common room saw some noisy celebrations at the birth of Dayna’s and Wade’s twin daughters, Nora and Nina. While all of the seven were enthralled by the new arrivals in the family, Deidra always claimed the lion’s share of cuddling time as their grandmother. The love between Dean and Joey, in all its intensity, continued to amaze their fellow migrants. It was the voice, though, which got in the last word on that subject. Although we are very powerful, we are certainly not all-powerful or all-knowing. When Dean pulled Joey back from the loss of his experimental powers, we became aware of their love as a force that was strong enough to upset all the rules as we then thought them to be. Even with our eons-old communal intelligence, we are constantly reminded of the most essential knowledge of all: that there are always new lessons to be learned.

Chapter 12: The Party The emails duly went out on schedule, and the team stood by to receive and to process replies as they came in. It took a while. This wasn’t like a concert by an A-List superstar, so they didn’t all pour back in the instant the message landed in people’s mailboxes. Over the next few months, and a reminder email sent in late August, they eventually built up a respectable guest list of nearly 500 names. Definitely better than they’d expected. Throughout this time, they saw and heard nothing more of Alek Wolter or of any others like him at any time, but they had no doubt that they were being watched. Their own discussions about their roles continued, of course. Wade, the latest arrival into the group, was the one who asked a very interesting question one night. “Has it struck any of you as odd that we’re just going right ahead and doing this on the say-so of some sort of a higher-intelligence being of which we know nothing beyond what it’s told us? I mean, we could easily have told that voice to “fuck off” and carried on with our lives, or just ignored it and walked away, but it never seems to have occurred to any of us that such possibilities even exist.” One and all agreed that this was a very good question indeed and none of them really knew the answer to why they were all acting on the directives given by the voice. It was Dayna, the fiercely independent and strong-willed Dayna, who responded thoughtfully: “Maybe we’re already more a part of the voice and what it represents than we are of this world as it now stands.” In due course, the first weekend of October rolled up, and the seven, with their strategy for the weekend all planned, set out for Chicago. Mindful of security in a way they had never been before, they’d had Joey arrange all the travel for the seven of them on a burner phone, and they’d spread themselves out across several different flights. Everyone managed the trip with no problems or hassles beyond the normal flying issues. On Friday night, the four gay boys went down to a bar a few blocks away from the hotel and had themselves a great time meeting a whole crowd of visitors and local men. Just by asking questions, they managed to locate four who were here for the reunion, and said, “Hey, so are we,” following up with Jaysen’s invitation to his premium suite on one of the upper floors of the hotel at eleven. Soon after 10:30, they left to walk back, dress down, and settle in there with a drink, and at 11:00 sharp came the first knock on the door. As soon as they arrived, each of the four guests was told, “Underwear or speedos only – or less.” Then they were shown to the second bedroom to get into more relaxed dress. All four of the visitors opted to be as relaxed as possible. Soon all eight of them were assembled in the living room, with drinks in hand and conversation flowing easily. As Dean had shrewdly pointed out, making them all dress down on arrival was a good way of making sure no one sported one of those pesky red-light implants winking at them. Once they’d realized that everyone was good to go, the guys began mingling with more than just their words. As the hands began getting to work, the drinks went down while the cocks came up. In just a few minutes more, they’d all paired off, and four cocks were being sucked industriously. Adam, a husky guy with a linebacker build, was being licked and slurped by Peter, who always loved the challenge of a big cock. Darin, a cute little blond twink, was down on his knees and busily servicing Jaysen. Pat, a lanky athletic redhead, had Joey working over his big uncut tool. Zane, a dark-haired beauty with the firmest, roundest ass in the room, had won the race to the bottom, so to speak, by deep-throating Dean’s tool all the way while the others were still on the upper end. It wasn’t long before Dean got Zane to stand up, and then lie down on his back on the sofa, so he could bend down and go right to town with his tongue in between those beautiful swelling ass cheeks. Zane moaned delightedly as Dean’s tongue began washing down his crack and stroking the magic little knot. Jaysen wasn’t far behind in getting Darin to follow suit, and as he dug in he quickly discovered that Darin had a very experienced ass indeed, judging by the way it opened right up and began chewing on his tongue almost at once. Meanwhile, Peter and Joey switched places, and it was only a minute later that Pat began running his hand down Peter’s back, bending over until his long arm could reach all the way to the target and begin stroking Peter’s hole, pressing against it. Adam took an even more direct approach, picking Joey up under the arms like a rag doll and taking him through to the bedroom where he dropped Joey onto the bed, then rolled him over onto his face and dived right into his crack. Not long after that, four cocks were buried inside four asses, three couplings on the bed while Dean was thrusting into Zane’s sweet, rounded butt on the sofa. He’d already made up his mind that this sexy ass was the one he most wanted to breed this night. Zane’s hole was nice and tight, so Dean actually didn’t last long. He was hot to go, he was horny as hell, and since he’d been saving up, he knew that he was good to go for at least three rounds tonight. Zane, for his part, was beating his meat so fast that Dean knew it was almost time for him too. “You ready to cum?” “Fuck, yeah. Give me that load, Dean, I’m just about to blow.” Dean speeded up, always eager to oblige, and pounded deep and fast into Zane, both of them moaning as Zane’s dick erupted all over his abs. Moments later, Dean grunted out, “fucking cumming in your hole” and slam-fucked Zane repeatedly as his dick blasted off multiple squirts inside that tight butt. Some cheers came from the bedroom as Dean scored the first breeding of the night, but the cheers quickly turned to more moans as some of the others weren’t far behind. Jaysen was driving hard into Darin’s hole, and soon erupted inside him. Darin at once proved himself to be the real slut of the group. As Jaysen pulled out of him, he promptly cried out, “More cock! I need more!” That set Adam off, and he shot a big load inside Joey, then promptly pulled out and turned to Darin, pushing his big slimy tool into Darin’s dripping-wet ass. “Mmm, I love sloppy seconds,” Adam moaned as he started pumping Darin’s sexy boy pussy. Lanky Pat was lying on his back, holding onto Peter’s hips as Peter bounced up and down on his cock. Pat’s long, thin shaft didn’t strain Peter’s hole too much, but it certainly kept on bumping into just about everything else inside – especially the one spot that mattered the most. Peter’s beautiful dark face was twisted into an ecstatic grimace as he came hard while riding Pat’s tool, and then kept experiencing more and more orgasmic convulsions long after the juices stopped running out of his tool. At last, the endless clutching of his hole on Pat’s tool brought Pat off too, and he spewed an epic load which was already running out of Peter around Pat’s cock even as Pat was still pumping more of it into him. Joey meanwhile had turned his attention to Adam, and had started licking and sucking on his ass, then thrusting a finger into it, while Adam was busy plowing Darin. Getting no negative response, and plenty of what sounded like approving grunts and groans, Joey got up behind Adam, planted his well-lubed cock against Adam’s hole and let Adam impale himself on it as he was pulling back from Darin’s hole, then sliding forward off Joey’s shaft as he drove back into Darin. Inspired by Joey’s example, Dean returned to Zane, this time to suck on his dick for a minute and then sit down on it. Zane had rarely had a chance to top because every guy he met was so swept away by his beautifully rounded ass, but he rose to the challenge in more ways than one and was soon slamming his way upwards into Dean’s ass with tremendous energy. In no time, he reached the point of no return, and let his load fly into Dean’s ready hole. After he pulled out, he turned his attention to Peter, wanting to feel Peter’s tool inside him. He grabbed Peter’s cock, sucked on it for a minute or so, and then rolled onto his back and lifted his legs, urging Peter to “Fuck me, Peter – give it to me all the way and fill me up.” At the same time, Joey speeded up his rate of fucking, being super turned on by Adam’s husky, muscular body under him, and blew a generous load deep inside Adam’s ass, forcing Adam even deeper inside Darin. At that, Adam realized that he was ready to cum himself, and started slam-fucking Darin as hard as he could go the moment Joey pulled out of him. In only seconds, Adam reached the point of no return and started pumping his seed into Darin’s ass cunt. Meanwhile, Darin had been inspecting every cock in the room, and realized that the biggest one there was Adam – and Adam was just breeding him now. But after Adam at last pulled out of him, he was by no means done, and when Jaysen approached him again, he offered himself once more. Lying back, he lifted his legs and let Jaysen slide into his now-dripping hole. Darin couldn’t help moaning that he wanted more, more. Jaysen chuckled and said, “Well, you’ve come to the right place.” Suddenly, Darin let out an actual cry of shock as his hole, without warning, was instantly stretched widely open. The attractive young-ish man fucking him had suddenly turned into a huge black muscle stud and his massive tool was giving Darin all the “more, more” that his hole could stand, and then some. The other three visitors all stared in shock. “Shit, how did he do that?” Adam asked. “It’s his ability. He’s a shape-shifter,” Dean replied. “Damn, that’s impressive.” Dean actually found his heart warming to these younger guys as they showed the same lack of concern that he and Joey had shared in their younger days. They were, he thought, far more accepting of their true selves than many of their elders might prove to be tomorrow, and he guessed that this was of a piece with the same self-acceptance that being gay demanded of you. That was for tomorrow, though. Right now, as Errol plowed Darin’s ass to depths it had never experienced before, Darin slowly lapsed into an erotic trance where he lost track of everything except his ass and the incredible sensations Errol was giving it. Even Errol’s commands to “squeeze my tool, boy” and warnings that he was “going to give you my babies in your hot little boy pussy” hardly registered with him, as he felt his ass starting to go wild. It was only a minute after Errol invaded him that he started cumming, and from then on he was having a non-stop chain of orgasms, his face contorting and his hole contracting over and over and over, on and on until he could barely draw breath. This was all old news to Errol, who’d had this effect on several of the younger men he’d fucked, including Peter, but it was a completely new sensation to Darin. This talented twenty-something had taken all kinds of dicks, singly and in pairs, and even tried a couple of super-size-me dildos, but he’d never had an endless orgasmic experience anything like this one. By now, all the others had gathered around, watching in awe as Errol drove Darin completely around the bend and into next year with his magic fuck stick. At last, though, Errol felt his load rising and began telling Darin that he was “going to breed you, boy, I’m going to spurt my whole nut inside you, knock you up with my babies.” It’s doubtful if Darin even heard or took in what Errol was saying as he was so far gone. Errol grunted and gave one last vicious slam into Darin’s gaping hole, then followed up with a series of quick rabbit-punch thrusts as his huge load pumped out, shot after shot, until he had saturated every inch of Darin’s colon. The others who were standing around cheered loudly while three or four of them went crazy with their hands, spewing their loads all over Darin’s twisting, sweating body. Errol pulled out, and they watched in awe – “Holy fuck, look at all that spooge!”, one of them said – as his massive load began to pour out of the gaping hole which Darin simply couldn’t close at all. And then, just as suddenly, Jaysen was back, gasping for air and gently soothing the inflamed skin on his cock. It had taken quite a beating. Darin was slowly coming down and recovering his breath. Zane stared in admiration. “That was un-fucking-believable! Can I take him home with me?” Peter laid down on the bed next to Jaysen and cuddled him. “Sorry, Zane, he’s already taken.” “Can’t blame a guy for asking.” Jaysen chuckled. “And before you ask the next question, Zane, no, I don’t have enough steam left to go again tonight. Turning into Errol is a tiring business, especially in an orgy!” Everyone laughed at that, and the party slowly broke up as the visiting team showered one by one, then dressed and left. At last, only four remained, and Dean and Joey were tidying themselves up to return to their room. “Sure you don’t want to sleep here with us? This bed’s more than big enough!” “No, thanks, Peter,” Dean replied. “We’ve got an even bigger day coming tomorrow, and I have my own wounds to lick.” “So do I,” Joey replied. “Dean, how about we lick each other until we fall asleep?” “That’s the best offer I’ve heard all night.” “Okay, you two, get a room,” Jaysen growled – but with a twinkle in his eye. “Oddly enough, that is exactly what we were going to do. See you in the morning, guys!” After they’d left, Peter snuggled in closer to Jaysen, purring contentedly as he settled into his favourite position, with his head resting on Jaysen’s chest. His fingers traced idly through Jaysen’s light coating of hair as he thought his thoughts. Then he murmured, “I just love watching those two together. So much love that it comes out of them in strong waves.” “And we don’t?” “We do, but they’re kind of on another level altogether when they get absorbed in each other.” Jaysen nodded, smiling. “I know what you mean, Peter. They’re the best role models I’ve ever seen for how we want to be with each other. And we’re catching up with them.” As he gently stroked Peter’s hair, the two of them drifted off to sleep with smiling faces. In the morning, the seven all assembled for an 11:00 brunch in the hotel’s restaurant, securing a small private alcove where they could put the finishing touches on their strategy for the day, and the script for the big meeting. Several of them took the waiter’s advice and ordered the hotel’s signature cinnamon-raisin-almond French toast, and it was incredible, especially with their house-made raspberry syrup. The private blend coffee which was another hotel exclusive was equally captivating. During this discussion, Peter asked, “Aren’t you afraid that Wolter and his henchmen may turn up and try to disrupt the day?” Dean grinned. “I’m not afraid. In fact, I’m counting on it. And we’re ready.” Peter looked like he was ready to question further, but Jaysen laid a hand on his and shook his head, pointing over Dean’s shoulder at a blonde woman standing across the restaurant and watching them. Sure enough, a red light flashed under her white blouse. “You’re right, Dean. They’re here. Blonde woman across the room, looking at us.” Dean swivelled around and the others stared coldly at the woman as well. She turned and quickly walked away. They headed down to the area outside the hotel ballroom at 1:00pm. With the event set to start at 3:00 pm, that gave them ample time to sign in and check ID for all of the participants as they arrived. Dean and Joey worked the registration table, with Wade and Deidra doing the ID checks. Inside the ballroom, Jaysen and Peter were working on last minute details on the set-up and conferring with the sound tech Jaysen had hired – who was himself a member of the clan. Over to the side of the stage, Dayna was busily talking in an intense undertone with several people, two men and two women, also clan members, whom she had met over cocktails the previous night in the hotel restaurant. By 2:00, the big room was starting to fill up nicely, and by 2:45 there were people seated at every table, with more still arriving. It actually took until about 3:10 to finish registering the last of the guests, and then the doors were closed -- and it was time to start. Dean and Dayna walked out onto the stage together. “Good afternoon, everyone. I’m Dean Coultridge.” “And I’m his smarter twin, Dayna.” That brought a laugh. “Welcome to the first-ever family reunion for all living descendants of Nora Ludlow. For the record, there are 529 of us here today, and that’s almost exactly half of all the known living descendants we’ve managed to track. At some point during the day, please take some time to visit the family tree displayed on those boards… (she gestured towards the right-hand wall) …and let us know if there are any people you know of whose names are missing. We’d appreciate that help very much.” Dean took up the thread again. “As many of you will certainly have guessed by now, this is not going to be just a normal family reunion because ours isn’t just a normal family. During the course of the weekend, we’re going to share some important things we’ve learned that we feel you have a right to know as well.” As he was saying this, Dean glanced at the back of the room. Sure enough, there were Alek Wolter, the blonde woman, and three others. They had spread out across the back of the room and were standing by the wall like statues, not moving, not speaking. He kept an eye on them as the opening presentation continued with Dayna now speaking. “Of course, the key to what makes this family so memorable is the aspect which all of us share, but which few of us have ever felt comfortable sharing with anyone else.” As she was saying this, she was walking down off the stage and out into the body of the hall. “Isn’t that right, Dean?” “Absolutely.” As he said it, he suddenly stood there beside her. “Dean, I told you to bring me a glass of water when you joined me.” “Sorry, Dayna.” She held out her hand and a glass of water appeared in it. By now the audience was definitely chuckling, seeing these two so casually and openly displaying what so many of them had so long struggled to keep hidden. Dayna took a sip of water, and then continued. “We want you to meet the rest of our group of seven, as we call ourselves, because all seven of us have worked together to reach the point where we could call this reunion together. First of all, our mother, Deidra.” Deidra walked graciously out on stage, acknowledged the applause, and then blinked – and Dean and Dayna were standing right beside her on the stage again. Dean protested. “Mom, have I ever told you how annoying it is when you keep yanking me back to stand beside you as if I were still 5 years old?” The chuckles had become roars of laughter. “Next up,” Dayna went on, “our good friend Jaysen Macaleister and his partner, Maʻafu-ʻo-limuloa Limohi.” Peter’s face lit up with a broad smile as she pronounced his traditional ancestral name to perfection, leaving him free to step forward with his usual tag line, “But just call me Peter – everyone does, even my family.” Dean went on. “This is my partner, Giuseppe Florenzi, known to one and all as….” “Joey.” He waved and bestowed a broad, dazzling smile on the crowd. Dayna finished off the introductions. “And here’s my partner, Wade Austed. Go, fellows!” On that cue, the four who could do it suddenly reappeared in four quadrants of the room. Dayna, Deidra, and Jaysen remained on the stage. Then Dayna added, “Oh, and before I forget, meet Errol.” Jaysen instantly changed into the taller, heavier, older, more muscular, and definitely blacker Errol -- to loud gasps from the audience. It was definitely the rarest of the shifting abilities, and Jaysen had found a most dramatic way of drawing attention to himself. Dean was keeping an eye on Wolter the entire time and noticed precisely the moment when he moved slowly towards the doors of the hall. At that, Dean popped back onto the stage, and said, “Okay, now you’ve met all of us, and seen the special shifting abilities each of us got. It’s time for all of you to get up and mingle, get around, meet your distant cousins, and share notes and experiences with each other. We want this to be a fun time, because what’s a family reunion without some fun time for social interactions? Just one thing: we’re going to give you about half an hour, maybe a bit more, because we have some more serious information to share with you after this. So when you hear this sound….” Dean held up a compressed-air foghorn and the raucous blare filled the hall. “When you hear that, please return to your present seats by absolutely the quickest method possible – if you know what I mean.” He winked broadly, and the audience responded with a roar of laughter. It was working perfectly. Alek Wolter had his hand on the door handle. He was playing right into the trap which they had set for him. “And on the count of three, it’s social time! One… two… three… GO!” All over the hall, people leaped to their feet, vanished, reappeared, vanished again. Drinks and snacks were disappearing off tables and reappearing who knew where. A hubbub of excited voices and laughter filled the air, and the reunion was off to a roaring start. Alek Wolter yanked the door open, and the half-dozen news videographers he had summoned poured into the hall, capturing the incredible spectacle on video. Wolter and his associates waited until the crowd and the videographers alike were preoccupied with the eye-popping activity all around them. Then they began moving in slow sinister fashion towards the edges of the crowd. Wolter was flexing his hands like a bandit getting ready to swipe a diamond necklace. That’s when Dean quickly sent out a high-energy thought: Dayna! NOW! Dean watched from the stage as Wolter’s grim face suddenly dissolved into an expression of confusion. A plastic-wrapped steel cable had appeared out of nowhere, wrapping itself over and over with lightning-fast speed around his arms and body, then around his thighs, and then around his calves and ankles. At the same time, a thick cloth stuffed itself into his mouth, and then wrapped and tied itself around the back of his head. A pair of heavy-duty clamps then materialized, securing the loose ends to other parts of the cable – and in far less time than it takes to tell it, Wolter was pinioned. The red light behind his shirt was flashing frantically on and off, but there was nothing he could do. Around the perimeter of the hall, his four associates were likewise trapped, wrapped, and gagged. No one in the hall paid any attention to them except for Dean, Dayna, and four other key people. Suddenly, with no warning, the five emissaries vanished. Nobody apart from the six people watching had even seen them. The videographers may have looked around for them afterwards, but that search was pointless. Wolter-and-company had been but now they were gone – to some other place altogether. After another twenty minutes, Dean checked his watch and raised the foghorn. All the media cameras were still running, so the timing was perfect. He blasted the foghorn and, in the space of five seconds, three-quarters of the people in the hall were sitting down once again, with the rest making their way back to their tables briskly as their movement was not now blocked by the hundreds of others already seated. “I hope you all enjoyed that as much as I did,” Dean said without a hint of irony. “We’ll have other opportunities for you to meet each other through the rest of the weekend. For now, though, we need to have a slightly more serious talk with you. At this point, I’m asking the videographers to kindly leave the hall. You’ve gotten some splendid footage, I’m sure, but we have other and more private matters which we need to discuss now.” He waited for the journalists to leave, and then went on. “I’m going to get Joey to join me for this part, since the story really begins with him.” Joey took up the thread, talking briefly about his unhappy earlier life, his first meeting with Dean where he sensed a kind of connection, their subsequent second meeting and his realization that there was indeed a connection, and that he wasn’t the only person in the whole crazy world who shared this kind of weird ability – and how that discovery transformed his own view of life. “All of you who shared a similar kind of liberated feeling on making the same discovery, please raise your hands.” Easily four-fifths of the hands went up. Dean then narrated how they had first heard the voice and went on to retell the subsequent occasions when the voice had spoken to them. He paused briefly, to ask how many other people had heard a similar voice in their bodies. This time, the number of hands raised was smaller, but still scattered widely throughout the huge crowd. Dayna now described the research they had done, and the discoveries they had made, step by step, ending with the most startling one of all – that Peter might share their abilities, but he was not a descendant of Nora Ludlow. That brought a number of gasps. As Dean and Dayna had both rightly guessed, they weren’t the only family researchers in the crowd – but all had fallen into the same error of assuming that Nora had been the only progenitor of the “shifters,” as they now routinely thought of themselves. It was time. Dean now explained in detail what the voice had said to them on the last occasion they had heard it, and how they now knew that there were seven forebears. “We weren’t told, but we assume that the seven were geographically spread around the globe – perhaps one each for North and South America, one for Europe, one for north and west Asia, one for south and east Asia, one for Africa, and one for Australia and Oceania – or something of that sort. “We know this much for certain, at least, that Peter’s ancestor was born in Tonga the same year as Nora was born here in Chicago, and we guess that whatever happened to them occurred at birth, or at least at some point before they reached puberty – that would be somewhere in between 1890 and, say, 1912 – give or take a bit. We’re also quite sure that the voice we have heard must also have spoken to our seven forebears, since Nora herself told her granddaughter, when she was asked about the special abilities, ‘You’ll have to ask the Starman.’ Since then, the abilities to shift appear to have spread entirely by the blood line. If that’s true in our case, it would seem logical that it should also be true in the lines of the other six originals.” Dayna picked up the thread. “The voice appears to represent some kind of overarching intelligence, so advanced as to be free of the need for a physical self, whose mission is to shepherd the growth of intelligence throughout the universe. We here, all of us, are the product of an experiment by which this intelligence hopes that humanity may become ready to move to the next and higher stage of its development. “One thing we feel quite certain to be true: the owner of the voice has been watching and supervising us all our lives, and we are sure that this greater intelligence is thoroughly aware and knowledgeable about every single person in this room, and all the others who are not here. “One other important point which we have clearly noted: the voice informs us, advises us, suggests our course of action, but never threatens or compels us to do anything. We all remain free agents, with complete liberty to choose our own direction. We have also heard the voice state, more than once, that the highest value we should seek for ourselves is the value of compassion. And to us it seems completely clear that compassion necessarily must be the polar opposite of compulsion.” Dean spoke again. “In that spirit, I must pass on to you a warning which the voice gave us, a warning about the emissaries of a spirit of negation and evil which will seek to disrupt our progression by any means possible. Since this evil intelligence cannot, like the one which speaks to us, directly intervene in the actions of humanity, it has to send emissaries in the shape of humans. You can recognize them by the tiny flashing red light which appears here,” as he gestured to his heart. “It is their communication link with the power which has sent them. They are strong, but they have no other powers beyond those shared by every human. That gives us an advantage in avoiding them – for avoid them we must. If one of those emissaries touches us, we will lose our special powers and be deleted from the experiment. But we will also be deleted if we use force to injure or kill them, since the use of dangerous force is also the negation of compassion.” Deidra now spoke. “We’re going to give you some time now to discuss these matters amongst yourselves, and to sort out your feelings about what we have told you. We have shared with you what we know. We’re acutely aware that there is still far more that we do not know. We’ll be moving around the hall as you talk. Feel free to flag us down for any advice or questions.” The meeting now moved into a kind of more serious, seminar-like mode -- a world removed from the earlier joyous free-for-all. All of the seven were moving around in different areas of the hall, giving people a chance to seek clarification from them. The more open-ended format gave Dean a chance to talk to Dayna for a minute. “So, what happened to Wolter and company?” “They’re fine. We dropped them off, safe and sound.” “Dropped them off? Dayna?” It was the same penetrating tone in which their mother had once addressed them when trying to find out which of her two mischievous toddlers had gotten into the cookie jar. “After Lex, Theo, Andrea, and I got them all neatly trussed up, Julie shifted them off to Pitcairn Island.” “Dayna! Seriously?” “Yup. Nice remote location. Very quiet and peaceful. Should take them quite a while to make their way back to civilization from there.” “I always knew you had a dangerous, devious mind, dear sister! Anyway, neat work, getting all those cables and clamps ready for them and then finding several other people who could shift those things and wrap them up so quickly.” After another hour, the foghorn called everyone back to order. This time, it was Jaysen and Peter who rose to speak, Peter going first. “The most significant thing that has happened to the seven of us has been the discovery of a new ability, the ability to speak to each other in our thoughts. For most of us, it arrived after a moment of major shock, or major emotional upheaval. At first, we were hearing each other’s voices speaking in clear words, inside our heads, but now we have found that even our thought processes fly between us at lightning-fast speeds. Some of you may well find yourselves developing such an ability after the events of this weekend, and if you do, we’d certainly be happy to discuss it with you. The important thing to remember if you do is that it’s a kind of secure channel – since our enemies, the evil emissaries, lack this ability.” Then Jaysen took up the challenge of wrapping the afternoon session. “You may not have noticed earlier on that we were being filmed, but by now – if you check your phones or tablets – you will see that we are front-page news all over the planet. You may very well want to discuss during dinner how you may consider dealing with this when you return home, as there’s a very good chance that one or more people you know will see you in the news videos. “This is undoubtedly more than you bargained for, and for that we apologize. We did not summon the news media here – that was the work of the enemy emissaries which Dean described for you earlier – but in actual fact it squares exactly with the mission which the voice laid out for us the last time it spoke: that it was time to reveal our presence to the world. “In the end, we feel certain that the mere fact that there are so many of us – many thousands more than are here, remember – makes it even more essential than ever before for us not to cower or hide in shadow any longer. We are who we are, and it’s time for us to stop hiding and live our lives openly. We owe that equally to our ancestors and to our children!” There was loud applause and enthusiastic cheering, but also some noises of disagreement. Then everyone was asked to vacate the room for an hour so the hotel staff could set the tables for dinner. The seven got together for a quick moment before dinner was served. Dayna had a chance then to update the others on how Wolter and the other emissaries had been neutralized and removed from the scene without any harm. Everyone congratulated her on the neatness of her plan. During the meal, there were no more speeches, but there were many animated conversations, and those continued long past dinner around the bar in the anteroom. It was plain that the clan were – for the most part – ready and willing to deal with the fallout from the very public revelation of their abilities which was even now roaring all around the world’s media. Time would tell how well that readiness would hold once the ensuing firestorm burst upon them.

Chapter 11: The Threat When all the planning discussion had ended, they all sat back, looking a bit exhausted – not from hearing the voice, but from the sheer amount of information that their brains had just processed. As Dean said later, it was like taking an all-nighter of final exam cramming for a course where you’d skipped four-fifths of the classes, and then squeezing it all into a quarter of an hour. What had become clear to all of them was that they had been overruled. For months, they (or most of them) had demurred from the possibility of contacting other members of the Nora Ludlow bloodline. Now, it had become plain that the duty imposed on them by the voice truly forced them to do this with the results of all their research as a first step. Several of them took part in the work of locating and booking a venue for their planned event. A great deal of anxious thought went into writing the mass email they planned to send out. Each of them took a turn at playing the skeptical recipient, wondering why somebody had sent them an email invitation to a reunion of descendants of someone they’d never even heard of. Thanks to her extensive theatre background, Dayna did this better than anyone – although the eternally-sardonic and ironic Deidra ran her a close second. Jaysen, too, proved to be surprisingly good at picking holes in their communal efforts. In the end, they’d come up with a letter which had withstood the most determined efforts to knock it apart, a letter which (they hoped) combined the qualities of enticement and open-eyed innocence in equal quantities. By common consent, it had been created as a joint missive from Dean and Dayna. Since both of them had careers where they could be easily researched by suspicious readers, it was hoped that there names would serve as a guarantee of sincerity. ******************** Dear __________: We’re writing to you today to send you an exciting invitation to our extended family reunion. We are planning to bring together as many as possible of the nearly one thousand known living descendants of Nora Ludlow, who was born in Chicago in 1890 and passed away in that city in 1939. To give you a reference point, we are 31-year-old twins, and Nora Ludlow was our three-times-great-grandmother. It’s time for all of us to be seen and heard! Our own family has proven to be full of people with unusual skills and interests, and we’re sure the same will be true of all of you as well. We’ll be looking forward to sharing these unique skills and interests with each other. At this reunion, we will have some striking family-related news to communicate to all of you. The reunion is planned for Chicago, in order to make attendance as easy as possible, especially for those coming from outside the country. We’re looking forward to getting to meet in person as many of you as can make it. The big reunion will be held on the weekend of October 3-5, 2025, at the Riverview Grande Hotel, 290 N Clark St, Chicago, IL 60654, with the main event at 3:00 pm on Saturday, October 4. At this event, there will be hors d’oeuvres and a free bar, with dinner to follow. PLEASE REPLY to this email invitation by September 19, 2025, to indicate whether you will be “coming”, “not coming”, or “possible but not yet sure.” If coming [1] Indicate any dietary concerns which we will do our best to accommodate. [2] Transfer $35 for dinner to the reunion email address given below. For any more detailed questions or concerns, email us at: [think before following links] https://ludlowclanreunion.org/admins/ Note: Due to the size of the group being invited, we can only accommodate at this event those people who are direct bloodline descendants of Nora Ludlow. For hotel reservations, at the special reunion rate of $119/night, send email with “Ludlow Clan Reunion” in the subject line to: [think before following links] https://riverviewgrandechiil.com/ Yours truly, Dean Coultridge and Dayna Coultridge, Reunion Organizing Co-Chairs, San Diego CA ******************** Jaysen was the first to volunteer to underwrite part of the cost to keep the prices reasonable. Others in the group volunteered what they could afford. Jaysen also gave them some invaluable help in organizing and setting up a whole series of blind email addresses so they could send the messages out from multiple accounts without getting snagged by anti-spamming regulations, since every message was to be personally addressed. Then, they divided the entire list of email addresses – well over 900 of them – into seven equal lists, and everybody took a share of the letter-addressing responsibility. All the emails were set to go out at 2:00 am Pacific time on Thursday, May 1. And all of the seven crossed their fingers and waited with bated breath as that date drew near. On the previous Saturday, Dean and Joey were having dinner at the club with Dayna and Wade, laughing in the most carefree way at Dean’s stories of the antics of passengers on a business flight he’d been on earlier in the week, when a shadow fell across the table. “Good evening.” They looked up at the sound of the unfamiliar, deep-toned voice and met a pair of dark, staring eyes. “My name is Alek Wolter, and I am here in the interest of the family of one Nora Ludlow. I’ve been reliably informed that you have been displaying a great deal of interest in her, and in all of her descendants, lately.” Dayna cast her eyes down. It was plain that the dark-suited, dark-eyed Mr. Wolter was giving her a severe case of “the creeps.” Wade slid a little closer and put his arm around her. Dean was also getting a serious bad vibe, but he answered civilly. “Is it strange that we should show an interest in our ancestors and our relatives?” “Perhaps not strange, no. Perhaps ‘uncomfortable’ might be closer to the truth.” “Uncomfortable for whom?” Joey wasn’t being quite so civil in tone as Dean, and Wolter turned a cold gaze on him. “While it would perhaps make my… ‘clients’… uncomfortable, it will almost certainly become uncomfortable for all of you, and the others.” As he said those words, Joey felt a distinct chill, as if a gust of cold air had blown over him – but the air wasn’t moving. At the same time, he noticed something else. Through the material of Wolter’s crisply-ironed white shirt, he could just make out a tiny red light flashing over the breastbone. Dean took up the thread again. “What do you want with us?” Wolter laughed. He actually laughed, and all four of them felt their flesh creeping. “With you? I want nothing with you. You are of no interest to me. I am here to protect the interests of the people I represent. And it is in their interest that you should stop your investigations, at once.” Dayna spoke in that icy, challenging tone which had served her so well with numerous obnoxious men through the years who refused to take no for an answer. “And if we don’t?” Wolter paused for a moment and Joey saw the light flashing again before he spoke. “There will be certain… repercussions.” Dean resumed his politest tone. “Thank you for stopping by to speak to us. We’ll take into account everything you’ve said as we decide how to proceed.” Wolter gave a slight bow, with a mocking grin on his face, then turned and left them. Joey immediately sent out a thought message to all of them: Talk about something else. Let’s not discuss this until we’re in private. Their agreeing thoughts came in one by one. The remainder of dinner was accompanied by some amusing theatre stories from Dayna, and by Dean discreetly prodding Wade to find out a bit about his earlier life and family background. As they rose from the table, Dayna invited them all to her condo for a nightcap. Once they were all seated in Dayna’s living room, the debriefing began, with Joey the first one to speak. “He’s bad news, no question about it, but I think he has nothing to do with any relatives of Nora Ludlow. Did anyone else notice the flashing red light?” They shook their heads. “Just a small light, right here…” and he thumped his breastbone, just by the heart, “…but I could see it through his shirt front. There were a couple of times when he paused in speaking to us while that light flashed two or three times – and then he went on. It was like he was listening to some kind of instructions.” “Like orders from above.” “Right, Wade. So he’s a representative, an emissary, of some kind.” “The question is, for whom?” Wolter is dangerous. You should avoid him as much as possible. He and his kind can ruin the entire experiment. Do not let him physically touch you, ever. There was the voice again. And Dean took up the challenge. “I know that you said we shouldn’t ask you but ask ourselves and we have done that. But is there any more you can tell us about Alek Wolter and the danger he represents to the experiment?” Yes. It is time that you should know. We represent the great overarching collective intelligence which grows out of and guides all of the universes. It is our particular mission to guard and guide this universe and guide the growth of intelligence wherever we find it within these confines. Our experiment with you and your world is to foster the development of those positive powers and qualities of mind in your race, always mingled with and tempered by the essential, fundamental spirit of compassion. You correctly described Wolter as an emissary. He was sent by the rebellious malicious intelligence which seeks always to undermine our quest. In parting company with the positive force, this negative or evil intelligence, which we can call the “Undermind,” severely limited its ability to influence the course of evolution, although it also gained significant powers which we do not share. Since the Undermind cannot itself directly intervene in the growth and development of the universes, it must send out emissaries in the shape of an inhabitant race of a specific world. Wolter, and the others like him who have been sent into your world, are these emissaries. They have been sent here because the Undermind has become aware of this experiment, and of how near it has come to achieving the breakthrough which is our objective. The emissaries have great physical strength and endurance but, unlike yourselves with your shifting and thinking abilities, they possess no powers which are not shared by the entire human race. This limitation on them is your best and surest defence in dealing with them. The flashing red light which you have seen comes from a tiny implant which is their communication channel to the power of the Undermind which sent them. Since they have only limited abilities to think for themselves, the emissaries’ need to pause for instructions from their sender will always give you a slight time advantage in dealing with them. It is critically important that you do not allow them to physically touch you. If they do, they can instantly remove your shifting and thinking abilities, thereby deleting you from the experiment. The deletion cannot be reversed by us. The other way in which such a deletion can occur is if you personally cause any physical harm to one of the emissaries, or to any of your fellow human beings. In such a case, deletion will follow because you have abandoned the core principle of compassion. Now that these emissaries have come, you must proceed with your work will all possible speed, to lead your people towards the breakthrough which will help them transcend the current limits of their physical life within this world. The four of them sat and stared at each other after the voice fell silent. At last, Dean spoke. “We need to get together with the other three as fast as possible.” He lapsed into thought-speech. Mom? Jaysen? Peter? One after another, their replies came in. Did you pick up that long speech from the voice? Again, they all agreed. Let’s get together right now. We’re at Dayna’s place in town. You all know where it is. Mom, are you at home? I can come and get you. Within moments, Jaysen and Peter appeared in the room, just as Deidra’s affirmative response came through. Dean vanished, and reappeared ten seconds later, holding Deidra close to him. Now, the seven were all assembled. They had plenty to discuss.

Chapter 10: The Eyes Over the course of the next few weeks, Jaysen had a number of further conversations with Dean and Joey in which he found out even more details about their experiences and what they had discovered. As Dean pointed out, now that Jaysen had made the breakthrough and joined the circle of those who could use the thought-speech, he could consider himself among those whom the mystery voice had characterized as “experiencing the next stage of the experiment.” Joey, for his part, reminded both of them of the part of that strange encounter which had most impressed him: the moment when the voice had told him to ask no questions of it, but to ask themselves. All three of them had now realized that this meant they had embarked on not just a fascinating research project but a voyage of self-discovery. What this self-discovery might uncover, of course, was variable for each of them. Jaysen may have had a higher degree of self-awareness than the other two, but he was not such a fool as to believe that he had reached some destination which they had not. It meant only that he had gotten a bit further in the process than Dean and Joey had yet done. They also had a get-together with Dayna, to share with her what they had found out and what they felt it might all mean. Dayna was mightily surprised to find out that the shallow, incoherent, incompetent drunk Jaysen (as she had thought of him) turned out to be articulate and thoughtful to a degree which she had never suspected. The discovery of his connection to the others and of the unexpected ability to speak his thoughts had changed him out of all measure. Nor were they the only ones to notice. Members of the country club certainly noticed that Jaysen was a changed man. The staff noticed even sooner. The dining room waiters talked amongst themselves about how much more polite and pleasant he had become, talking to them directly, and with a smile instead of his former surly monotone delivered into the tablecloth as he scowled down at the menu for the day. All of the serving staff commiserated with the bartender, whose tip income had taken a real nosedive. The new and more considerate Jaysen had even taken thought for that angle, though, and the next few times he brought business guests into the bar for drinks before dinner, he added an extra hundred dollars to the tip. The other noticeable change in Jaysen’s behaviour was out at the pool, where his black speedo had banished his former baggy shorts and he would now lie out there, sunning or swimming with Dean and/or Joey rather than sulking by himself. Members and staff alike speculated as to whether they were all playing or sleeping together, or (as one experienced waiter suggested) if they had perhaps formed a triad relationship. The answer to that last one, as it happened, was a “no.” Dayna had actually come right out and asked that question the second time she met Jaysen with the boys. Dean and Joey looked at each other, not quite sure how to answer that question. They had continued playing around with Jaysen on occasion, but neither was sure if he or they wished to go further. To their relief, Jaysen laughed. “We’ve had some fun times together, but making it permanent? Not a chance. You don’t know what isolation feels like until these two have drifted off into their own private little world of luuuve and left you high and dry.” The laughter took any sting out of the words, and Dean and Joey were quick to pick up the laugh, even if it was pointed at them. Dayna had wrinkled her nose up a bit. “Oh, god, Jaysen, too much information.” “Shouldn’t ask if you aren’t prepared to hear.” That made Dayna laugh too. But then she got a bit more serious. “Guys, there’s something I want to let you know about. There’s this man who’s been around the club a lot lately, and whenever I see him – but especially when I’m lying out on the sundeck by the pool – I see him staring at me. It’s a not a nice stare. You know, not that simple, “You’re hot, I’d love to say hello to you.” More of an undressing with the eyes, really intense, and really unnerving.” Dean immediately looked concerned. “Do you know his name?” “No, and before you suggest I ask the waiter, I will do no such thing. Too easily misunderstood as me wanting to meet him – and I don’t.” Jaysen stepped in. “Easy enough for me to ask. I’m notorious among the club staff for wanting to meet every new male member on the off chance. Just point him out to me the next time we’re there together, and I’ll find out for you.” With that they all said goodnight to each other, Jaysen headed back to his condo, Dean and Joey drove off back to Carlsbad, and Dayna was left with her own problem to ponder. Jaysen duly completed his task about a week later, and the waiter had shared with him the information that the gentleman in question was a new member of the name of Alek Wolter. The name conveyed nothing to any of them, which wasn’t surprising. What was surprising was that a quick search of the various online sources disclosed nobody of that name anywhere even remotely near to San Diego. Immediately on hearing that from Dayna, Dean’s senses sprang to full alert. He’d had a number of professional experiences dealing with various shysters and fraud artists, and this was one of their fingerprints – a name which yielded nothing much in the way of background information when searched. He’d even used some more far-reaching search tools that were supposed to be exclusively for business purposes and still turned up no information at all. It was beginning to look as if the Mystery Man could very well be some kind of undercover operative, but for whom? On the other hand, it could be that he was just smitten with Dayna, yet another example of a fate which has befallen many undercover operatives throughout history. The whole thing was still enough to make all of them edgy, Dayna especially so of course. In the meantime, their research into the descendants of Nora Ludlow was taking on a more conclusive shape, with almost all names identified and placed into their proper slots within the multi-tiered family tree. Not surprisingly, Dean and Joey were by no means the only distant cousins who’d ended up matched with each other. They were sure it must have been just as much of a relief for all those earlier members of the family to find partners with special abilities as it had been for them. As this concluding stage of the work under way appeared to be wrapping up, Jaysen announced that he was leaving San Diego for a number of weeks to do some on-site research and negotiating over a business venture he was considering in some of the south Pacific Islands. On hearing this news, Dayna (the least romantic of them all) immediately burst into song – Bali Ha’i. Before he left, they all had one last meeting and again cautioned against overuse of the thought-speech unless it was urgently necessary for some reason. Life continued to move forward. Dayna even began dating a guy whom she thought, from his name, might be a member of that same family tree. She had yet to confirm this, remaining circumspect with him at all times, and by the same token not prying too much into his family background until they got to know each other a bit better. Dean was really happy at seeing his sister building a personal life for herself in a way she had not yet tried to do. He and Joey enjoyed themselves a nice little getaway for a week on one of the cruise line’s deluxe ships to Mexico, the appropriately named Santa Margarita. The margaritas did indeed flow like water, the beaches at the different ports were spectacular, and the meals were out of this world delicious. They didn’t meet any hot company on a ship full of mostly elderly couples and singles, but they did have an enjoyable dinner with an older gay man and his partner who were cruise-specific travel agents. Once they’d settled back home, Dean turned his attention once again to the whole question of the Mystery Man. Dayna had told him that the persistent starer was still lurking, and still making her nervous. Dean and Joey spent a Saturday afternoon at the pool, lying some distance away from Dayna between swims. Both of them noticed that “Wolter” was staring at them as much as at her. That changed the whole complexion of the mystery sharply. It was still just possible that he was a sexual stalker who liked to swing both ways. After all, as Joey smugly pointed out, all three of them were definitely worth a second look in any company. It now seemed much more likely, though, that he was a representative of some creditor who’d gotten burned when Ross died. In such a case, he was presumably checking them out in hopes of finding out something that could help out with a lawsuit. Their own lawyers had assured them that their situation was unassailable due to the number of years which had elapsed since he had given them the cash gifts for their down payments, but that didn’t mean that someone wouldn’t give it a shot anyway. The mystery remained, for the time being, beyond solution. Deidra had by now gone through the first and most intensive stages of her grief and felt a real need to do something to help occupy her time. This time, it was Dayna and Joey in tandem who lined her up with the right person to get a job at the cruise line, as a customer-relations troubleshooter for some of the more complex bad situations which arose during and after voyages. This kind of hands-on problem solving work was both wildly diverse and right up her alley. When Dayna mused about whether such a job would be a good fit for Deidra, her mother tartly replied, “I raised you two by myself. Enough said.” In due time, Jaysen returned from the islands, bringing with him a fat contract for management of a new hospitality chain specializing in boutique beach inns, and another and less business-oriented surprise for everyone. The surprise was a strikingly handsome islander from Tonga, a vivacious and outgoing young man who shared his eleven-syllable traditional name with a twinkle in his eye, and then said, “But just call me Peter – everyone does, even at home.” Peter had actually been living in New Zealand for quite a while, like many of his fellow Tongans, when Jaysen met him. He was already working in the hospitality industry when he was offered a position in the newly-formed chain. But at the same time he had received a different kind of offer altogether from Jaysen, and one which he found much more to his liking. It was more than obvious to everyone that Peter and Jaysen were very much a couple, with a good measure of love and commitment already on both sides. Peter even informed Dean and Joey that Jaysen had told him all about his earlier and more restless life, and how he’d been pulled out of it by their friendship. He’d summed up by saying, “I want to thank you for helping him become a more positive, better, kinder man.” Dean and Joey were both truly flattered to be thanked in such generous terms, in such a musical, soft, warm, Polynesian accent. On Friday night, the four of them joined together for a swim and dinner at the club. Throughout the afternoon and evening, the conversation revolved around Peter’s life and family. His parents came from one of the lines of traditional chieftains in Tonga, and thus were people of considerable importance, both by position and because of their strong leadership qualities. Because of their stature in society, they were only allowed to marry within their own large chieftainly clan. Peter had learned all about his ancestors, going back many generations into the eras of oral recollection, before the creation of a written form of the languages they spoke. One thing his father had stressed when he left Tonga was that Peter was the first member of his family line of chieftains ever to leave the islands in seven generations and more. While he was sharing all this with his new friends, they were enjoying the sunshine – except for Peter, who remained firmly wrapped up in his clothes at the pool. “I don’t know how you northerners can stand to take all your clothes off like this in such cold weather,” he complained – this at a time when the temperature was sitting at 77 degrees Fahrenheit in blazing sunshine. Eventually the four of them, and the conversation, moved inside to the dining room and relaxed over a four-course dinner. Once again the gossip was going all around the place in no time flat that the handsome young man with the rich dark skin tone had actually taken the wildly promiscuous Jaysen Macaleister off the market. Heads were shaken in disbelief on all sides at the sight of the two of them visibly holding hands across the corner of the table between courses of the meal. Afterwards, they went back to Jaysen’s condo for a nightcap – “just a nightcap” Joey said firmly, reminding Dean that they had company coming to their place the next afternoon for a pool party and dinner -- some of Dean’s business associates. “Okay, Joey,” Dean replied meekly, to a round of laughs from Jaysen and Peter. But then Jaysen got down to business. “That’s fine. We won’t keep you late. But there is a reason why I brought you here. Peter has something he needs to show you.” They all looked expectantly at Peter, who promptly vanished. A moment later, they heard the tap running in the kitchen, and when it shut off, Peter popped back into view on the sofa and Jaysen draped his arm across Peter’s shoulders, taking care not to disturb his right arm that now held a full glass of water. Dean chuckled delightedly. “Jaysen! You found another one!” But Joey had a thoughtful, even slightly worried expression on his face. It took him a moment to speak. “Dean, isn’t that the least of it?” “What do you mean?” “Peter told us at dinner that he was the first member of his family to leave Tonga in seven or more generations.” “So?” Dean wrinkled his brows for a moment – and then it hit him. His eyes opened wide like dinner plates. “He’s not one of us.” “Precisely.” Jaysen looked at the other couple. “Peter is one of us in his abilities, but he’s not a descendant of Nora Ludlow.” “Which means….” “It means that this whole thing has just gotten bigger by some absolutely unknown exponential quantity.” Now Joey was looking positively frightened at the sheer potential size of this revelation. Dean attempted to explain the reason for their reaction to Peter, who was looking a bit puzzled at the speed with which the conversation had flown past. “Peter, here’s the thing. I don’t know if Jaysen explained to you, but this all started with my family – well, really with my twin sister and me. By the way, my shifting thing is the same as yours, while my sister Dayna can move things around. When my mother found out about me, she let us know that the strange powers had come down through her family, most likely from her ancestor Nora Ludlow. Oh, by the way, because you are likely going to meet my mother, she can shift other people around but not herself. “At first, we thought that these powers were just descending through the female line as none of the few men in my mother’s family had any natural children. When I met Joey, he had a strong feeling that it was safe for him to share his secret with me – and his ability is the same as mine and yours. It took him longer to trace his family line, because he found out that he was adopted, but once he identified his natural mother, she also turned out to be a descendant of Nora Ludlow. “Then we found out that Jaysen was another one. I’ll assume that you’ve already found out all about his ability, certainly much more about it than we have.” Dean and Joey shared a dirty laugh at this point, and Jaysen blushed. Peter just sat there with a very satisfied smirk on his face. “The really startling thing happened when we identified one distant cousin who, although he is a descendant of Nora, received his power from his father, not his mother, and that sent us all back to start over. We’ve been busily trying to trace all the members of Nora’s family lines who could and most likely do have some kind of shifting ability. There are hundreds of them, and it’s taken us many months just to identify and locate almost all of the living members of her line. “And now, we’re back at square one in a bigger way than ever, because of your ability, and the fact that your family history makes it plain that you are no part of our family. This means that there is at least one other starting point besides Nora Ludlow. And if there are two, why not twenty or fifty or who knows how many?” Peter had nodded at each step as Dean carefully laid out the process which they had followed up to this point. Now he spoke to fill in the gaps. “There’s a long mythic tradition among Tongans of people who can move themselves, or move things, or change their shape. But my mother has been pursuing the same work as you among our family, and she has isolated a clear case – my three-times great-grandmother, who died back in, umm…,” and he did a quick mental calculation, “…1953. She was 63 years old when she died.” Dean and Joey looked at each other. Nora’s death date of 1939 was engraved in their memory. But this made it clear that Peter’s ancestor was born in exactly the same year as Nora, 1890. Was that only a coincidence or was it actually significant? It was Joey who spoke next. “Gents, we’re going to have to leave soon. But there’s still a lot more to talk about here, and I’d say it’s important to have Dayna and Deidra both with us when we do talk it out further.” Dean and Jaysen both nodded agreement. “Could you fellows come out to our place for the day on Saturday, a week from tomorrow? We’ll do patio lunch and pool time, and dinner too.” Peter and Jaysen looked at each other and nodded. Dean said, “I’ll check with Mom and Dayna and let you know tomorrow if it’s a go.” With that, Dean and Joey got up and took their thoroughly shell-shocked leave. Jaysen and Peter proceeded to clean up and put the glasses into the dishwasher, then went off to bed together. Although they enjoyed changing it up just as much as Dean and Joey did, on this particular occasion Peter was playing little spoon while Jaysen lay behind him, moving his hard cock slowly inside the tight muscular ass of his sexy younger lover. Peter had his head turned over his shoulder and was kissing Jaysen as Jaysen fucked him. Jaysen had now discovered that he could achieve wonders by using his hands slowly and gently on Peter. He was the first partner Jaysen had ever had who could – and regularly did – come over and over just from getting fucked, and without even touching his own dick. Being stimulated by his partner’s hands had a lot to do with that. Tonight, Peter had something else on his mind. “What about Errol?” Jaysen looked at him carefully. “You sure you’re ready for Errol?” “You know I’m always ready for Errol.” With that Jaysen closed his eyes momentarily and vanished, instantly replaced by his alter ego, the fifty-something, six-foot-plus, black muscle stud, Errol. Since he was already embedded deep inside Peter’s hole at that precise moment, Peter suddenly had to adjust from Jaysen’s thick but not enormous six-incher to Errol’s massive eleven-inch tree trunk. “Oh, God! Fuck, Errol, you’re stretching me so far.” “Love me some of that tight hole, baby boy, always feel like I’m doing a virgin again when I plow into your sweet boy ass.” “Do me now, daddy. Fuck my boyhole wide open and dump your big daddy load inside me.” “That’s my good boy. Push your ass up for me.” With that, Errol rolled Peter onto his face and Peter obediently pushed up his ass, forcing his hips up into the air to meet the deep thrusts from Errol’s giant tool. Errol clamped his huge paws onto Peter’s pecs, rolling Peter’s nipples between big finger and index finger on each side. Peter moaned and groaned in an absolute fury of sexual ecstasy, already exploding in a first orgasm as Errol plundered his hole deep and hard, thrusting his insides out of the way to create and hold open a clear passage for his awesome dick. “Aw, fuck, daddy, you know how to make me feel it – hurts so good, but don’t stop.” “Right you are, boy, I’m not going to stop until I’ve given you at least two of my loads inside your pretty little boy pussy. Going to keep pounding you hard and fast until I’ve blown my seed deep inside, forced you to take my babies.” True to his word, Errol kept driving full throttle into Peter’s needy ass, while Peter did his best to work his muscles on the enormous intruder. After another minute or so of steady pounding, Peter began whimpering, always a sign that he was going to cum soon. Errol took the hint. “Get ready… get ready, boy, it’s cumming… I… FUCK!!! That gigantic cock slammed its way deep inside Peter and convulsed, spurting stream after stream of hot man cum inside his ass, all the way up in the inner end of his channel. Peter cried aloud as he felt the hot liquid shooting into him, and his own cock jumped up and down a couple of times before blasting a second huge load of cum all over the bed sheets. Errol grabbed Peter by the hips and pulled him backwards without pulling out, then planted one massive paw on the back of Peter’s head, pushing his face down towards the pools of cum on the bed. “Lick up that mess, boy. Ain’t no way I’m sleeping in a puddle of boy spooge. Clean the bed up and then get ready for round two.” Peter obediently licked up and swallowed all of his own load. There really wasn’t a break between round one and round two because Errol never pulled out. He just hung there, with his big fuck stick embedded deep inside Peter while Peter carried out his cleaning assignment. Then he growled, “You ready for more, boy?” “Fuck, yes, you know I can’t ever get enough of your huge fucking daddy dick.” “Hang on.” Errol wrapped his arms around Peter’s chest, and then rolled sideways onto his back, bringing Peter up on top without ever releasing his enormous cock from Peter’s hole. “Ride me now, boy. Let’s see you work your muscles and bounce on my cock. You got my special lube, my own baby batter inside you. Now, work it!” Again, Peter demonstrated his obedience by bouncing fiercely on Errol’s dick, slamming down onto the big man’s broad hips, and then pulling up all the way until he was halfway to standing up and only the tip of Errol’s enormous manmeat was still inside him. Then down again. Up. Down. Up. Down. Peter’s fucking motions on Errol’s tool were getting faster and more furious by the second, and Errol was beginning to groan again at the power Peter had to wring even more sperm out of him. “Turn around and face me, boy.” Peter obediently lifted his legs into the air and pivoted around on Errol’s cock until he was facing his enormous fucker, then put his legs down and resumed riding. Errol grabbed Peter by the shoulders forcing him down until they were face to face and then plundering Peter’s mouth by tongue while he was busy violating Peter’s ass by dick. “Oh fuck… fuck, that’s so fucking good… keep pounding me… open me up even more… drive that insane thing into my gaping loose boyhole…” Errol was now heaving his hips up and down, driving his enormous dick into Peter’s ass while he held Peter’s body pinned down to his chest, forcing him to take his tongue kisses. Then he grunted, “Fuck! Gonna cum soon.” “Fuck, yeah – breed me again, daddy!” “Get ready for some more daddy sperm. Gonna make you take my babies a second time.” “Yeah, daddy. Fuck me and shoot all your cum inside me!” “Gonna fucking fill you up. Lie down on your back.” Peter pulled off Errol’s cock just long enough to lie down on his back and lift his legs up over his shoulders. He waited, quivering with anticipation. Then it happened. He felt the blunt tip of Errol’s giant cock pushing against his hole. Then with one massive thrust, his eleven inches was all the way in, deep inside Peter’s battered ass. Peter let out a gut-wrenching scream, then trailed off into an undecipherable babble of “shit” and “Oh fuck” and “Yeah, daddy, just like that but more.” By now, Errol was on top of Peter, squishing his legs down hard against his abdomen, and driving that huge cock all the way inside. The sounds torn out of Peter’s throat were incredible as he let loose with a third load of cum while Errol all but ripped him a new hole, pounding away deep and hard at Peter’s ass. And then it happened. “Fuuuuuck! Cumming… inside you!” “Yeah, daddy, give me all that hot cream!” Peter yelped in synch each time Errol’s hips slammed down against his cheeks, his enormous cock bottoming out inside Peter’s boyhole on each thrust. Both of them could feel how each squirt from Errol’s tool displaced some part of what was already there, the cum squeezing and bubbling out of Peter’s overworked ass around Errol’s massive shaft. At last, he finished pumping and shooting, and collapsed across Peter’s body, while Peter nuzzled and kissed him. Their incredible energy had covered both of their dark bodies with glistening sweat. As both of them gasped and panted for air, Errol’s cock slowly shrank and slipped out of Peter’s tortured butthole… and all at once, Errol was Jaysen again, now returning the loving kisses Peter lavished on him. At last, they both calmed down – Errol’s vigorous fucking had tired Jaysen out too, and his dick was oozing the last remains of two enormous loads of cum. Peter bent his head down and slowly, dreamily, licked up the last traces of the huge cum loads that were even now swimming inside him. “Well, I hope you enjoyed that,” Jaysen said. “Every time that guy fucks with you, he totally wears me out.” Peter laughed. “I’m sorry, Jaysen, I just can’t resist him. But let me tell you a little secret.” “What’s that?” “Errol is fucking hot as hell, and it’s amazing having him do me like that, but I could never love a guy like that or live full time with him.” “And why is that?” “Because you’re the one I love.” Jaysen felt his eyes getting wet. As far as he could recall, no person in his life had ever said anything like this to him before. “I love you too, Peter. So much. Sooo much.” They cuddled and kissed some more, but before long, Errol’s exertions began to take effect and Jaysen found himself drifting off to sleep. “Good night, Peter.” “Good night, Jaysen, my love.” Jaysen fell asleep, sprawled on his back, with Peter’s head resting contentedly on his chest. On Saturday morning, a week later, Jaysen’s car rolled up the driveway of Dean and Joey’s house, and Jaysen and Peter hopped out, just as Dean came around the side of the house. “Right back this way, fellows, my mom and sister are already here.” The social interaction among the six of them flowed easily after the first introductions. Peter used his most exquisite manners on meeting the girls and won their hearts. There followed a lot of discussion about his family and his power, and how he had interacted with other people in Tonga while growing up with such a difference. They were intrigued to hear that such things could be found in Tongan folklore as much as in Europe, and that people were both open about their powers and faced little or no discrimination. If anything, they were held in something like awe by at least a part of the local population. It was at this point that Deidra turned to Jaysen. “By the way, Jaysen, I don’t think I ever did hear what your shifting power was?” Peter eagerly opened his mouth to answer her, but Jaysen pre-empted him with a loud warning cough before answering himself. “I’m a shape-shifter. Usually an older black man.” “Oh, just like my grandmother, except that hers was a young Chinese girl.” Dean and Joey both breathed a covert sigh of relief. Then Dayna took up the imaginary speaking stick again. “Before I forget, I want to tell you all what I’ve just found out about Wade.” This was the young man she’d been dating recently. “He’s one of the clan too. I found out by steering the conversation one night to the subject of ancestors and family trees. On that theme, I just mentioned, oh-so-innocently, that I had one distant ancestor who had lived in Chicago and wound up in an insane asylum. He responded that this sounded just like his three-times-great-grandmother. At that, I did my best wide-eyed stare and said, ‘You don’t think that maybe…?’ The upshot of it all was that he confirmed that he is indeed a descendant of Nora Ludlow.” “And…?” “And I then sent my drink to the other side of the table and back, looked him right in the eye, and said, ‘Okay. What’s yours?’” “Well, don’t just leave us hanging there, Dayna! What did he do?” Joey’s occasional impatient streak was taking control. “He laughed and said, ‘A bit of lime for that drink?’ I nodded, and he quickly popped across to the bar, returning with a slice of lime. The two waiters had their backs turned, and the bartender had stepped into the back room for a fresh bottle of something. I told him, ‘Very neat work!’” They all laughed. Then Deidra said, “So now we are seven – that is, if you’re planning on getting more serious about him, Dayna…?” “Yes, I think I am. We all know why it’s unwise to let the chance go by when it happens. Wade is funny, considerate, quick on his feet, and thoughtful with it – a good mix of qualities, I’d say.” At this point, Jaysen intervened to drop the big bombshell. “Well, Dayna, it might not be quite as unwise to let the chance go as we used to think. Neither you nor Deidra seemed to pick it up, but Peter did mention in passing, a few minutes ago, that he was the first member of his family in at least seven generations to leave Tonga. And his clan can only marry others of the same status within the same clan.” He let that sink in. Suddenly, Deidra got it. “Oh, Lord. We’ve just tripped over another great big fat false assumption. Peter isn’t part of Nora Ludlow’s bloodline – he can’t be, because we’re talking for your generation about going back only five generations. So Nora wasn’t the only one – if we’re even correct in assuming that she was the starting point for us.” Peter got a word in again. “I’m willing to bet that she is, Deidra, and here’s why. My mother tracked the whole thing in our family to my three-times-great grandmother. Now, she died in 1953, but she was born in 1890, the exact same year – as Dean told me – when Nora Ludlow was born. I’d go even further and guess that whatever other people were involved were also all born in that year.” That gave them all pause for thought. “Do you think it happened right at birth?” Jaysen nodded approval of Dayna’s suggestion. Then he added, “Or maybe just when they were approaching puberty since that is when we all discovered ourselves.” At this point, unexpectedly, a handsome young man with strawberry-blond hair appeared suddenly in front of them. They all stared at him blankly, except for one. Dayna leapt to her feet and ran to kiss him. “Wade! What brought you here?” He shook his head in puzzlement. “Am I the one to ask? I was quietly sitting in an armchair on my balcony, reading a book -- until suddenly I wasn’t.” “But you didn’t think or visualize or anything.” “No.” We brought him to you. It was the mystery voice again, this time heard all at once and felt throughout the entire body all at once by all seven of them. It is time. It began with seven. Now you are seven. Yours is a unique group, all of you linked to one or more of the others by ties of affection, and each linked to each other by the ability to speak to each other in your thoughts. You will be the leaders. There are thousands more like you, descendants of the original seven, in every corner of your world. Your task is to reveal their existence to the world at large. The voice fell silent. They all stared at each other in awe and fear. It was Deidra who responded first to the challenge, lapsing almost automatically into thought-speech: How are we supposed to do that? Dean responded: That is our challenge. We have to figure out how to do this. Peter put in his two cents’ worth: It will be easy among my people, since there is so much acceptance already. Dayna shook her head in frustration: It will be a lot harder here. This country is full of people who freak out whenever confronted with something which they can neither do nor explain. This will be dangerous. Jaysen tried to lift their spirits: I’m sure this voice wouldn’t expect us to do something that can’t be done, so that means that there is a way, and we will find it. At that, all of them turned their thoughts to the possible ways of proceeding. The thought patterns slowly accelerated, individual thoughts turning to voices heard in pairs and then trios, until they abandoned clear speech, racing along far faster than they could have spoken, tumbling all over each other at top speed, forming no coherent pattern at first -- but as each discovered that their minds were automatically picking up and running with the thoughts and images contributed by the others, the speed of the planning session outran by hours what any verbal meeting could ever have covered. In just a few minutes, they had the outline of a plan for action, and some ideas about what to do at the next stage once the initial moves were completed. The collaborative thinking involving all of them – Wade and Peter had both been brought fully up to speed with the thought-speech process by, they assumed, the direct intervention of the owners of the voice. For the first time, too, they were not overtaken by intense drowsiness and sleep after the voice had addressed them. One or two of them wondered if that meant anything. The seven were all immersed in the solution of the problem which the voice had handed to them – so immersed that they had utterly forgotten all about Alek Wolter, the man with the intense staring eyes.

@gingerdaddyG thanks -- yes it was a good time and yes, it did give me some inspiration!

Chapter 9: The Project As soon as Dean heard his mother’s quivering voice, he knew instantly that, whatever was happening, it was big. It just wasn’t his mom’s style to flip out, so this must be huge. “I’m in the city, Mom. Are you at home?” “Yes, I am.” Dean heard a little sniffle. Now he knew for sure that this was urgent. “Just give me a half hour to shower and dress, and I’ll be over as soon as I can.” Clicking off, he explained quickly to Jaysen and Joey. Joey looked immediately concerned, and asked, “Want me to come with?” Dean thought for a second. “I think perhaps better not, Joey. She sounded really distraught, and that’s certainly unlike her. I’d better just go alone. Can I swipe your car and you can make your way home – you know, by the express route?” “Absolutely.” “Jaysen, sorry, but I had better put that weekend invitation on ice until I know for sure what’s happening.” “Of course – not a problem.” Forty minutes later, Dean was sitting down next to Dayna in the living room of Deidra and Ross’ mansion. Deidra’s mansion now, as they found out very shortly. “He’s left me. Each of us felt like the other was drifting away, and now it’s happened. He thought I was seeing someone else, because of all the time I spent with you two and Joey, and I thought he was seeing someone else because of all the business trips he was taking. What a mess!” She went on at some length about the entire discussion they’d had, the upshot of which was that they had agreed amicably to an uncontested divorce, and Ross had offered to give her the title deeds to the house in lieu of trying to work out a cash settlement of her share of his very complex personal and business affairs. Dean’s first thought was that she should try to hold out for a full fifty percent share. Dayna, though, pointed out that if Ross decided to contest that, the resulting legal actions could drag on for years and (because of his prominence) pull all of them into the headlines, the last place any of this family needed to find themselves. Finally, all three of them agreed that simply settling for the house was Deidra’s best bet. In the event, that choice turned out to be far better than any of them had guessed. There followed a lapse of a couple of months while the various legal papers were all drawn up and processed, and then Deidra received the title deeds for the house in mid-April. The divorce was finalized and announced in the first week of June, in muted fashion, in the social pages. A few weeks later, to considerably more and definitely front-page publicity, Ross shot himself in a hotel room in Los Angeles. The letter which he left pointed to the rapidly ballooning debts of his various enterprises and investments, all of them undone by a series of poor choices, rapidly changing markets, serious inflation, and uncollectable debts. All of them now realized that the divorce was his final and most generous gift to the family he had taken as his own. He’d cut the strings in time, setting Deidra free from the consequences of the financial collapse that had overtaken his business empire, and he’d given her the house outright to establish her on a firm financial footing. It wasn’t an asset that could be attached by any of his creditors since he had purchased it some time before incurring any of the business debts that had driven him to the wall. Deidra’s children, likewise, he had established with the earlier gifts of the down payments on their homes and the club memberships. To say that Deidra was devastated by his death, and the circumstances surrounding it, was an enormous understatement. Dayna had her mother come and stay at the apartment, away from the huge, empty house, so that she’d have company and wouldn’t have to face the media who swarmed like flies, looking for the “inside story.” Dean and Joey came by frequently as well, to spend time with her. The whole project of researching the descendants of Nora Ludlow had gone onto the back burner and remained there for a while. The boys also had no further opportunity to discuss the situation with Jaysen. Of course, they didn’t really need to tell him what had happened. The sudden abrupt suicide of Ross after his unexpected divorce had been the number one talking point in the club lounge for weeks after it had all happened. It was in the midst of this upheaval that Joey received a letter from the same cruise line for which Dayna worked, announcing his appointment to a supervisory position in the customer relations department, with several dozen front-line customer relations agents reporting to him. He’d interviewed for the job over a month earlier, but he hadn’t heard anything since. Dayna had tried to reassure him, saying that the human resources department usually moved at tortoise speed, but he’d felt sure that he was going to miss out on this opportunity. Even knowing that Joey would now be able to live full time in Carlsbad didn’t do much to lift the family gloom, although everyone sensed what a difference it would make to him and to Dean. After a few months, the boys and Dayna gradually pulled out of their slump. Deidra quickly sold the house, and with the help of a good financial advisor recommended by Dayna she soon had her resources wisely invested. Her final step was to get a more modest but still attractive condo, just a couple of blocks away from Dayna’s place. Understandably, her grief held her down for considerably longer. Ross had been the first man Dayna had ever met who’d treated her decently – “and I don’t just mean money,” she had said when she was talking about her feelings to Dayna one night. After several months, Dean and Joey finally arranged their long-deferred weekend get-together with Jaysen. They made sure to allow for plenty of time between sessions of getting together to go over with him all the notes and papers they’d accumulated. Joey was hard at work in the kitchen when Jaysen arrived just before 7:00 on Friday. He welcomed Jaysen with a kiss and a squeeze of his ass, and said to Dean, “Show him the guest room and you fellows can get changed and have a swim. I’m going to be stuck here for a while longer, getting dinner ready.” Jaysen replied, “A swim sounds great – that rush hour traffic out on the I-5 is a nightmare.” “Come on, Jaysen, right this way – best to stay out of the Michelin chef’s lair when he’s hard at work.” Joey snorted at the “Michelin chef” and Jaysen laughed as they headed upstairs. About ten minutes later, Joey thought he heard a noise. He turned off the fan over the stove for a minute and listened. Sure enough, that was a loud groan of passion drifting down the stairs. He turned the fan back on, set the burner down to simmer, and ran quickly but quietly up the stairs and down the hall to the left – to be greeted by the sight of Dean’s ass muscles flexing as he drove his bare cock deep inside Jaysen’s hole. “That wasn’t actually the kind of changing I had in mind,” Joey remarked drily. “Well, don’t just stand there, Joey, get out of your clothes and join us.” “Not a chance yet. Have to keep an eye on dinner. If you fellows ever make it out to the pool, I can join you there in 20 minutes or so.” He headed back downstairs, shaking his head and laughing. Just as he stepped back into the kitchen, he heard the unmistakable wail of Jaysen’s “Oh, fuck!” and knew that Dean was breeding their cousin’s ass again. Ten minutes later, Dean and Jaysen sauntered decorously down the stairs, but Joey wasn’t fooled. Jaysen had finally deep-sixed the baggy shorts and was strutting his stuff in a black speedo. Joey definitely approved of the change in Jaysen’s wardrobe. But he could tell that Jaysen was walking a little more cautiously than when he had arrived, and there was a suspicious damp smudge on the front of Dean’s pale blue speedo. In another ten minutes, Joey had finished the sauce and was able to set the timer and slide the chicken into the oven. He then stepped into the living room, peeled off his outer clothes, and raced outside, diving headlong into the pool. After a minute or so of cooling down, he figured he was ready to start heating up again, and climbed out, joining Dean and Jaysen in the hot tub. They were already kissing again, and had their hands firmly fastened on each other’s hardening cocks. “You guys just can’t keep your hands off each other, can you?” “And why should we?” “No reason. Here, Jaysen, give me that spare hand, the one that can’t leave Dean’s cock alone, and I’ll find it something useful to do.” So saying, Joey turned around and knelt on the seat, leaning forward over the edge of the tub, then took Jaysen’s left hand and guided it towards his ass. That immediately got Jaysen’s full attention. “Sorry, Dean, duty calls elsewhere.” With that, Jaysen turned right around and began kissing Joey’s firm ass through his wet speedo, then started inching the tight swimsuit down, exposing the pale skin and light dusting of fur. In another minute, he had Joey’s speedo off and buried his face in Joey’s ass crack, licking and kissing and tonguing for all he was worth. Seeing the way things were going, Dean got behind Jaysen and began lavishing the same treatment on his beautifully rounded buns. Their earlier session upstairs had been a quickie, an appetizer. This time, Dean was going for something longer and more involving, a true main course. Once all three of them were naked in the bubbling water, the ass-eating chain got much more intense, with hands squeezing butt cheeks as tongues drilled into holes. Dean was getting the best of it as he sucked and slurped his earlier load out of Jaysen’s ass, but Jaysen was more than enjoying himself, eating Joey’s buns as a prelude to eating Joey’s dinner. Joey was imagining once again feeling Jaysen’s cock inside him and getting thoroughly turned on at the thought of getting Jaysen to breed him. As Jaysen ate his hole, probing it with his talented tongue, Joey was moaning aloud – the moans finally resolving into words: “Fuck, Jaysen, get that cock into my hole and do me now!” Jaysen stood up behind Joey, finding that his cock was at the perfect height for the target as Joey continued leaning over the edge of the hot tub. With the water bubbling and frothing around his legs, Jaysen placed his head against Joey’s hole and slowly leaned on it. Joey opened right up and let him in with no hesitation. Jaysen sank into his tight ass, loving the sensation of Joey’s muscles stroking him as he slid deeper inside. At the same time, Dean had gotten up behind Jaysen and planted his dick against the slightly looser hole in Jaysen’s ass. Now he pushed forward and felt his cock go deep inside. But then he pulled back, and leaned over Jaysen’s shoulders, whispering in his ear, “Okay, Jaysen, fuck the shit out of him,” Dean himself held still as Jaysen proceeded to go to town on Joey’s ass – but very quickly realized that in doing so, he was energetically fucking himself on Dean’s cock at the same time. As he got into the motion, Jaysen moved smoothly back and forth, delving into Joey as he slid off Dean, and then punching backwards onto Dean as he withdrew from Joey. Fucking and getting fucked at the same time suddenly felt pretty damn incredible. Why hadn’t he ever enjoyed it this much before? But before things really got close to the point of no return, Joey said, “Dean?” “Yeah?” “Switch.” It took Jaysen a moment to figure out what was happening, but then he got it. He was going to stay in the middle of the sandwich, like cheese in a sandwich, while Dean became the bottom of the bun and Joey took over as the top. Thus rearranged, they kept going for a few more minutes, until Joey announced that he was going to cum in a minute, he couldn’t hold off much longer. Jaysen snapped, “Well, go for it!” At once, he speeded up his fucking motions, pounding hard into Dean while Joey’s cock slid in and out of his hole at a dizzying pace. Then, suddenly, Jaysen felt his own explosion coming, and hammered harder than ever into Dean, gasping out, “Cumming… cumming in you… your ass!” Dean moaned aloud and shot off, his clutching hole pushing Jaysen over the edge, at the same time as Joey hammered it home one last time and bred Jaysen’s ass with his own load. Over the course of that weekend, Jaysen got one eye-opening surprise after another as Dean and Joey showed him the whole collection of documentation they’d gathered about Nora Ludlow and her descendants. The name meant nothing to Jaysen, but that wasn’t surprising because he’d never cared much about the background of his strange power, wishing instead that he could just drink it away or kill it with enough booze, neither of which had happened – not to mention that an ancestor who’d wound up committed to an asylum wasn’t someone either of his parents would have regarded with any favour. Now, he was discovering for himself the scale of the clan-within-a-clan to which he belonged, and also becoming truly curious about what might be the cause of the whole strange business. Dean and Joey also tipped him off about the importance of reading The Chrysalids, and about where to find Starman online if he wanted to, while stressing that it was probably less critical to their search. Unlike Dean and Joey, Jaysen had not only heard about but had read The Chrysalids, frequently, finding that this novel really spoke to him at a fundamental level. The essential loneliness of the key characters mirrored the way that Jaysen felt about life and his place in the world. Ever since the first time he'd finished the book, he’d dreamed or at least daydreamed about finding a place where he could go – a safe haven where he wouldn’t be seen as a freak and an outsider. It was a part of his personality that few people had ever seen, this deeply introspective man who considered and pondered the world at the same time as he held aloof from living in it. Jaysen couldn’t help appreciating the irony that, with all the progress gay people had made towards escaping the closet and finding social acceptance, he had somehow gotten trapped in the same prison again, although now it was because of his ability to appear as someone other than who he really was. The clumsy, socially inept, drunk Jaysen wasn’t the real man. He was an artificial construct, a mask Jaysen had created to shield his deeply sensitive and thoughtful inward soul from the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. Only once or twice since he had reached adulthood had he ever let the mask slip with one person, and when he did it inevitably led to him getting hurt again, and deeply – as if his family hadn’t inflicted enough hurt and harm on him already. Even as a teenager, Jaysen had seen and felt repelled by the way his father had used his shifting ability to gain sneak advantages in some of his shadier business deals. His sisters had been just as unpleasant, with Linda using her skills to shoplift expensive clothes and jewellery that she could certainly have afforded to buy, while Bella delighted in using hers to drop her friends unexpectedly into socially awkward situations that would give her a good laugh at their expense. When he’d revealed his gay orientation to his parents, their reactions had spoken volumes about the nature of life in his insanely wealthy family. His mother had shrugged and said, vaguely, “I know. That’s nice, dear,” on her way out the door of their summer home in the Hamptons to another society party. His father had handed him a cheque and told him to “take that and go find the kind of life you want somewhere else – a long way away, and just stay there, out of my sight,” his dad had added for good measure, in a bored tone of voice. His sisters cut him out of their lives without a second thought. The eight-figure cheque (a sum which barely dented his father’s bank accounts) had enabled Jaysen to live comfortably in California, at least financially, but did less than nothing to make him feel any more wanted or valued by anyone. A few coins and small change flung after him didn’t make him a bit happier about being thrown out on his ear. He'd gotten a little more support from his great-uncle Roger, who had taught him some useful tricks for managing his little nest egg. Jaysen had taken that advice and run with it, making a whole series of shrewd investment decisions that increased his holdings several times over. He’d always wondered if Roger, his mother’s uncle, whose marriage seemed even more sterile and loveless than his own parents, might have been gay and closeted. He never found out for sure. Not long after Jaysen settled in San Diego, Roger had died, leaving Jaysen essentially without any family at all. Throughout a long series of sexual encounters with a whole variety of men on the make, Jaysen had learned by experience how to protect both himself and his wealth from the grasping hands of others. He’d fucked around with a long series of guys, offering up his ass to one bare cock after another when he wasn’t dazzling and terrifying them with his black alter ego’s massive tower of power. He’d slept with some of the highest-profile gay celebrities, porn stars, and social media influencers. His money made it a simple matter to get any guy he wanted, and he did. It did nothing to make him any happier but at least all the wild sex helped him to scratch the itch. Now, without even really trying or seeking, he’d found his place and his clan all in one go and had become a part of a family that accepted him as a whole man, taking him in as he was and not as they thought he should be. Motivated by this unexpected and unaccustomed feeling of being valued by others, Jaysen willingly joined in the project. He started by volunteering to help Dean and Joey fill in the gaps in his branches of the family, especially since these included at least two examples where he was already reasonably sure that the powers had passed through the male line – his father and his father’s younger brother. On both Friday and Saturday nights, the bed in the guest room mysteriously didn’t seem to get slept in at all. Joey and Dean were only too happy to share their extra-king-sized bed with their cousin, as a way of welcoming him fully into his new family. For them, too, the weekend was turning out to be one huge surprise after another as the whole story of Jaysen’s life leaked out to them in dribs and drabs. The sex they shared with him was intense, and great fun, but both of them suspected that the best of the experience for Jaysen was when the three of them snuggled down together to sleep. On the Friday night, they made Jaysen sleep in the middle, with both of them cuddled up to him on either side. Dean felt that this might just have been the most emotional and physical closeness to anyone else that Jaysen had ever experienced. The climax of the weekend, in more ways than one, came on Saturday night when Jaysen confided that he’d always wanted to try a DP. Dean had been involved in DP scenes a couple of times, as a top only, but Joey had never done one. That made Dean the resident expert, as far as there was one, and he proceeded to orchestrate the scene. First, he had Joey lie down on his back, and got Jaysen to kneel over him and go down on his cock, sucking him into a painful erection. Meanwhile, Dean was busy stroking his own cock, getting it good and hard for what was to come. Next, Dean got Jaysen to straddle Joey and sit down on his dick, taking his firm hard-on deep inside his ass and riding on it. This helped Joey to produce more pre-cum and lubricate the action in Jaysen’s hole. While this was happening, Dean was squeezing a bottle of lube, getting his fingers nicely greased up and then rubbing it all up and down his pole, preparing himself for the battle to come in moments. Now, he pushed Jaysen forward by the shoulders until he was lying right down on top of Joey, but with Joey’s cock still embedded in his hole. Dean leaned over him and pressed his cock against Jaysen’s butt, and against Joey’s cock, murmuring like a chant, “Relax… relax….” As Jaysen’s hole slowly began to loosen up, Dean pushed forward. Jaysen let out a cry, but Dean just kept telling him to relax and open up, to let him in. Jaysen was almost sobbing from the pain, but when Dean asked if it was too much, he babbled, “Fuck, no! I want it… want it in me… both of you… fuck, man, give me… don’t back out….” Dean pushed more firmly, and his cockhead popped right inside Jaysen’s tight hole, alongside Joey’s equally hard tool. Jaysen was moaning and sobbing, but Dean kept the pressure on and slowly worked his cock deeper inside Jaysen’s stretched-out anus. “Deep breaths, Jaysen. Take deep breaths.” Jaysen struggled to follow Joey’s advice and slowly began to relax into the invasion, his breathing becoming steadier as his hole came to terms with the two cocks stretching him apart. As he slowly calmed down, he began to drift off into an almost trance-like state where he stopped interacting with the outside world, zoning out on the effect of two cocks inside him at once – and nothing else mattered. As he went there, Dean and Joey felt his hole relaxing slowly. Dean began moving cautiously, sliding in and then out again, testing Jaysen’s reaction. Jaysen had developed a blissed-out grimace on his face but gave no other sign. Dean slowly speeded up his pumping motions, driving ever faster and deeper into Jaysen’s ass alongside Joey. But then Joey winced a bit, and Dean pulled out. Jaysen moaned, “Nooo,” but Dean just squirted some more lube over his tool, spread it all around the shaft, and then slowly pushed it back into the hole. By this time, Joey and Dean were both moving in Jaysen’s hole and they got into a smooth rhythm, with Joey sliding out as Dean slid in, and then Dean moving back in as Joey backed out. Jaysen by this time had a total “all gone” look on is face as they fucked him, and even a sudden burst of extra-hard thrusts couldn’t break his concentration on all the cock inside him. It was Dean who finally broke the spell by grunting, “Fuck… can’t wait… gonna cum!” “Yeah, Dean, breed his hole!” With no other warning, Dean’s cock convulsed and released a big pulse of his seed inside Jaysen’s stretched-out ass. The feeling of Dean’s cum flowing over and around his cock brought Joey to the edge too, and there the two of them were, cumming in unison inside the ass of an ecstatic Jaysen Macaleister. And Jaysen, without even trying or touching himself, pumped out another cum load all over Joey’s body as he quivered in his sexual trance. As Dean came down off the high of breeding ass, his cock slowly softened and slipped out. Joey followed suit, and Jaysen rolled off of Joey onto his side, with their combined sperm loads slowly seeping out of him as his ass struggled to close again. Holy mother, what an incredible high, Jaysen thought to himself. And then, to his utter and total astonishment, he heard Dean’s voice in his head saying, You got that right! “What the hell?” Jaysen burst into words in his amazement. “I was just about to ask you the same thing,” Dean responded. Joey started laughing. “Looks like we’ve got another one on our hands. Jaysen, remember when I told you a few weeks back that Dean and I could talk in our thoughts? Looks like you’ve just joined the party!” The three of them lapsed back into thought-speech. Dean, how long have you been able to do this? A few months, I’m not sure exactly. Can you do it at a distance? Dean and I did this with each other once when he was here and I was in Hong Kong, before I gave up flying. Wow! Is there anyone else who’s able to do it too? One other person, I’m not going to get specific because we don’t want her in on this after what we’ve just been doing – our minds must be full of it. Right, Dean, but don’t forget about the mystery voice – whoever or whatever they are. “The mystery voice?” Jaysen came back into normal speech. “I guess we didn’t tell you about that yet,” Dean replied. “We’ll fill you in tomorrow.” After they’d all recovered their breath from the intensity of that triple climax, and what came after it, Jaysen began to feel a bit sleepy. A kind of contentment he’d never really felt before washed over him. Dean, though, turned to Joey and began kissing him, slowly and lovingly. As Joey responded in kind, Jaysen realized that there’d been a shift in the energy, that he was about to witness something very special. He got up to go to the bathroom, but also to give the scene between Dean and Joey time to unfold. After a quick clean-up, he returned, wrapped in a towel, and sat down in the chair across the room to watch them. They were locked in an embrace together, their mouths seeking ever more closeness with each other as their hands roamed all over each other’s bodies, stroking, caressing, squeezing, drawing them ever nearer to each other. Their fully erect cocks pushed right up against each other, the heads slowly flowing with sweet liquid. Dean rolled until he was on top of Joey, his erection now protruding down between Joey’s thighs. He pulled back slightly from the embrace, opening his eyes and staring deeply into Joey’s eyes. Without a word spoken, Joey smiled up at him and drew his legs up and back, opening himself to his man. Dean spread the copious precum from their two cocks all over the head of his tool, and then placing it against Joey’s hole, slowly entered him, easily, smoothly, in one long slow slide until his hips were pressed firmly against Joey’s cheeks. As they continued embracing, stroking, and kissing each other, Dean slowly slid in and out of Joey, gliding smoothly and without haste. It was a special kind of fucking they were enjoying between them, a kind that neither of them had ever experienced until they had met each other and fallen in love. As Dean made love to Joey, Jaysen watched in awe, aware that he was seeing an extraordinary unity and flow of emotions such as he’d never imagined might be possible. There was no hurry, no frantic rush to the finish line. The two of them were delighting in each other’s bodies, the nearness, the interplay of tongues, the sensations of hands gliding over skin, the smooth movement of Dean’s cock in and out of Joey’s ass – it was all far too deeply enjoyable for either of them to want it to end. But of course the end had to come. Dean wasn’t even speeding up as he neared climax, but there was a slight jerky quality, an edginess in his movements, that told Joey the moment was at hand. He clutched Dean to him tightly and whispered, “Now, love. Give it to me now.” And with that quiet command, Dean exploded inside Joey, painting his insides, as Joey erupted between them. The kissing and stroking continued, but slower, as they came down from the high of making love to each other. Jaysen just sat and watched as they slowly came out of their intense absorption in each other. At last, they rolled apart, and Dean took in the fact that they’d been watched. Jaysen feared that he might be self-conscious or embarrassed, but no. Dean merely chuckled, and said, “I’m sorry, Jaysen, you must have thought it was rude of us to cut you out like that.” Jaysen smiled. “I didn’t think it was rude, but I did fear that I was intruding on something special. Maybe I shouldn’t have stayed to watch. I guess I should go to the guest room now.” Joey smiled. “Oh, no. Come on back to bed and sleep with us. It’s all good.” Later on, after Dean and Joey had drifted off into sleep, wrapped again in each other’s loving embrace, Jaysen had lain wide awake, thinking of the significance of all that he’d seen and heard and learned during this weekend. Everything he thought he knew about his life, about his relations with other people, about his place in the world, all of it had been turned upside down and stood on its head. He’d found out that he wasn’t a lonely freak but part of a large family, all of them no doubt struggling with the same kinds of difficulties he faced. He’d been shown clearly that the entire course of his life wasn’t his fault but stemmed in no small part from the totally dysfunctional family he’d been born into. He’d realized, too, that while sex could be great fun, it could also become an expression of a love almost too deep and too intensely real to be described in words. Most important of all, he’d not only found a family but also hope for his own future, a future in which he might look forward (and not only in his dreams) to enjoying the kind of closeness that Dean and Joey had been so fortunate as to find and nurture for themselves. He was no longer jealous of them. Instead, he dared to hope for as good luck to happen to him: to Jaysen Macaleister, the perennial richest loser on the west coast. Or, as he put it more simply to them over a late breakfast on Sunday morning. “You fellows have given me a family, a life, a future. You’re not just my cousins; you’re my brothers.” They’d all shared some close and heartfelt hugs and kisses at that moment. None of the three of them, though, not Dayna nor Deidra, nor any other descendants of Nora Ludlow, could possibly have guessed at the even greater closeness that lay in wait for them.

Sure to be some more of them lurking in the family tree. As for whatever happens, time will tell.

@gingerdaddyG thanks very much!

FYI for those following this story: there's going to be a delay of a couple of weeks before the next instalment because I'm going away on holiday. Don't miss Chapter 8 at the end of the previous page 🙄 -- and thanks for coming along for the ride with Dean, Joey, and company.

Chapter 8: The Addition The research continued over the next few weeks, during breaks between work, road trips, swimming, dining out, and sex. Make that the next few months. They’d branched out into all kinds of archival material: diaries, letters, postcards, baptismal certificates, anything they could get their hands on. There were a couple of tricky spots. One was the day when Dean tripped, quite by accident, over a letter between two siblings, discussing their respective abilities. The letter, though, also verified that a daughter and a son of one of the family’s sons had demonstrated shifting ability. At this point, they realized that they’d been running all along on a false presumption that only the female side of the family could transmit the phenomenon. They’d been faked out by the odd circumstance that none of the men in Deidra’s relatively small family line had ever managed to father any children. Now that they realized that the men could pass it on as well, the problem suddenly swelled to truly alarming dimensions. It was after that discovery that Dean and Joey decided they had better enlist both Dayna and Deidra to help them out. Once again, there was an all-hands-on-deck family meeting, which the boys hosted at their place, partly to celebrate the installation of their new in-ground pool and hot tub. “As a supplement to the pool at the club, not a replacement for it,” Joey earnestly explained, to chuckles from the others. Once Dean explained how the entire research project had suddenly gone out of control, Dayna and Deidra immediately volunteered to help. However, it was a bit trickier for Deidra as Ross still wasn’t in the know, and she didn’t want to be caught working on it if he walked in unexpectedly. Dayna suggested a little dodge, based on the fact that her office at work had an adjoining office within the suite which was unused. She created a fictitious position for her mother, forged a letter of appointment, and then had Deidra explain to Ross how she really wanted to get back into the world of work to occupy her time, and how Dayna had mentioned to her a job vacancy at her company that Deidra could well qualify for. So equipped, Deidra “landed the job” with no trouble, and was then able to work at full steam and in privacy on the project. To avoid any awkward questions, she used her own phone connection to create a link for her laptop. After about half a year, the “Gang of Four” had succeeded in running down the names, dates, and present residences (where applicable) for about nine-tenths of Nora Ludlow’s descendants. It was at this point that Dean started pushing for some sort of mass communication to all living members of the clan. The other three immediately jumped on that idea and shot it down, reasoning that if the four of them were nervous about letting any outsiders know about them, all these others could be expected to be just as much so. That thumbs-down seemed to stall the whole effort. But it was right at this critical juncture that fate intervened again, and in a most unexpected manner. Deidra was looking over the pages and pages of information one day, and suddenly stopped and went back. “What is it, Mom?” “Dean, nothing much – just a really weird and unusual spelling of a name.” “Let’s see.” “Jass… Jays….” Dean went white. “Jaysen Macaleister.” “Okay, Dean, I can see by your face that there’s a story here – probably a good one. Tell.” “Mom, he’s a member of the country club. And gay. And he’s been after me almost ever since the first day I went there.” “Uh-huh. But did he catch you?” “Mom, don’t go there.” Joey intervened, sniggering. “Who, Jason? Yep, he got Dean all right – or Dean got him, not sure which. I don’t know enough details on that one yet.” “Joey, I’ll thank you not to stick your two cents worth in about those kinds of personal details with my mother.” But Dean was laughing as hard as the others. “Dean, your face is turning into a very vivid sunset colour,” Joey ribbed him. “But what brought Jason into the conversation?” “This, Joey.” Deidra beckoned Joey over and showed him the paper. Joey glanced at it for a moment and then laughed delightedly. “No way! The Big Jay is one of the family too?” He moved, looking closer over Deidra’s shoulder at the paper – and then his eyes opened wide. “Is that how you spell it?” “Apparently, yes – or so he’s always claimed.” “Dean, this is hilarious!” Joey couldn’t stop chortling in delight. Dean replied in a flat monotone, with a completely deadpan face. “I’m just dying with laughter. Can’t you tell?” “But seriously! That drunken oaf, clumsy galoot, wannabe sex god is our cousin?” “So it would seem, Joey. But this gives me an idea. I just need some time to think how best to approach it, but I bet we can get Jaysen to give himself away, and then we can bring him onboard and get him to tell us about his family. Then we can use that leverage to find out about more and more other people, just by branching out, one by one, from that starting point. Now, here’s what I need you to do.” “Me? Why me?” “Because you’re sweet and innocent and cute as a button and sexy as hell – and totally convincing too. It worked on me, it should work on Jaysen just as well.” A week later, during Dean’s absence from home on a business trip, Joey used his day off, a Friday, to go into town and have a good long swim and lie-in-the-sun at the country club. He looked like he was sleeping, but all the time he was scanning the surroundings under his lowered eyelids. He could hardly miss Jaysen because every time he looked that way, Jaysen was looking at him with that lean and hungry look that said, loud and clear, I wanna fuck with you. Joey had to admit that he wasn’t averse to the idea – Jaysen was a good deal better looking than he deserved to be, considering how much time he spent knocking back drinks in the bar. When Joey finally got up to go into the locker room and change for dinner, Jaysen was right behind him. As he walked past Jaysen towards the showers, Joey made sure to slow down to a casual saunter, not looking at Jaysen, but giving him a good eyeful of Joey’s firm, round ass. By the time Joey finished his shower, Jaysen was nowhere in sight. Probably jerking off in the toilet by now, Joey thought, and chuckled to himself. He headed up to the club dining room and nodded to the host, saying “For one, please.” Just as he said that, he saw Jaysen sitting at a table by the window, alone. “On second thoughts,” Joey said to the host, “I’m going to join that gentleman by the window.” He walked over to the table, placed his hand on the second chair, and said, “Excuse me. May I join you for dinner?” Jaysen looked up, glanced around as if looking for Dean, and then said, “Sure.” As soon as they’d given their orders to the server, Jaysen leaned over and said quietly, “So, where’s your hotshot boyfriend tonight?” “Out of town on business.” “Does he mind you going and having dinner with other guys?” “No. We understand each other fine.” Jaysen was going right where Joey needed him to go. “I just wondered, Jamie….” “Joey.” “Sorry, Joey. I wondered because I don’t think I’ve ever seen you apart since you moved in with him… sorry, I shouldn’t assume.” “It’s okay. And you’re quite right. We do live together.” From there on, the conversation unfolded along pretty predictable lines, and more in keeping with the normal social atmosphere of the country club. As they were wrapping up their meal, Jaysen asked, “Care to join me for a nightcap?” “The lounge?” “I was thinking of my place. Not too far away.” “Okay.” Joey had a hard time not to laugh at how Jaysen thought he was playing it so cleverly – when, in reality, he was the one being played. But he was also having a bit of a hard time in another way as he actually found Jaysen’s body sexy -- if you could ignore his clumsy attempts at being a smooth operator. Joey figured that he would at least enjoy some hot fun and at the same time find out what they needed to know. Fifteen minutes later they were seated on a sofa, facing a spectacular view over the harbour from Jaysen’s penthouse condo. The sky was colouring with an eye-catching sunset, the lights were coming on along the waterfront, and the ice in the glasses was tinkling as they sipped their gin and tonics – made with a premium gin and very deluxe tonic imported from the Netherlands. Jaysen definitely knew how to do life on a grand scale. As Joey was thinking that, Jaysen’s arm landed across his shoulders, and the hand curled gently, drawing Joey closer to him. Joey put his glass down and turned to Jaysen. “You don’t have to be so subtle. I told you that Dean and I were okay with each other doing things like this.” With that, Jaysen pulled Joey right in and began kissing him with full tongue. Joey responded with a will, and their making out got very hot and heavy, very quickly. In just a minute or two, Joey had his fingers locked into Jaysen’s belt buckle and was undoing it, while Jaysen was busily removing Joey’s tie and undoing his shirt. When Joey tugged on the waistband, Jaysen lifted his hips and the trousers slid down, revealing an impressive and already wet bulge in his briefs. Then Jaysen returned his attention to Joey, sliding his shirt back and off his shoulders. Jaysen immediately leaned in and began sucking and teasing Joey’s nipples, and Joey responded with a gratifying moan – his nipples had always been one of his hot-trigger zones. Then Jaysen lifted his head and said, “Come on, let’s go to the bedroom.” He stood up, kicked his trousers aside, and began undoing his shirt as Joey followed him down the hall. When they arrived, Joey got his own trousers off quickly, and then attacked Jaysen’s shirt buttons. Very soon, the two of them were naked except for their briefs, with their bulges rubbing against each other and the wet stains spreading rapidly. Joey knew from what Dean had told him that Jaysen loved being the submissive bottom, so he gave Jaysen a hearty push, sending him sprawling on his back across the bed. Joey leapt right on top of him, pinning him down and resuming the hot kissing as his hand grasped Jaysen’s bulge and squeezed it firmly. Jaysen moaned aloud. Joey slid down, grasped Jaysen’s briefs and tugged them down, and Jaysen’s cock sprang to attention, trailing a thread of precum. Once he’d gotten the briefs right off, Joey went down on Jaysen’s rigid, wet dick, thoroughly enjoying the sweet taste of the precum, and the moans that floated down from Jaysen’s mouth as he sucked that tool deep into his throat. After a minute, he let his free hand slide down below, playing with Jaysen’s balls, then tickling and stroking his taint, and finally sliding right down and teasing his hole. Joey wasn’t entirely surprised, after what Dean had told him, when that hole quickly opened up and let him slide his finger in. After another minute or two of sucking and finger-fucking, Joey pulled back, fell down on his back beside Jaysen, and snapped, “Here. Get on this.” Jaysen scrambled up and leaned over, sucking Joey’s cock deep between his lips. Joey was pleasantly surprised to find out that the clumsy, incompetent (as he had thought) Jaysen was actually a top-notch cocksucker, lavishing some very impressive skills on Joey’s tool. But Joey had something else in mind too, and he growled at Jaysen to “swing your legs around here so I can finger your ass some more.” Jaysen obediently complied, and in no time Joey had two fingers reaming and twisting around in that hole, while Jaysen’s mouth continued doing a virtuoso number on Joey’s cock. It was time. Joey pushed Jaysen off his cock and down onto his face, with his beautiful ass sticking enticingly up into the air. Joey scrambled up onto his knees, and bent down, planting his face into the crack and working up and down that ass with his tongue, licking the crack, teasing the hole, kissing the cheeks, and finally plunging his tongue right inside Jaysen and tongue-fucking him with great energy. By now, Jaysen was moaning nonstop, and talking up a storm, really more than Joey ideally liked, but plainly getting fully in the mood. At last he said, “Aw, fuck, get your cock inside me. I want to feel that big hard dick plowing my hole deep and seeding me. Come on, Joey, fuck me now!” Joey, never the man to say “no” to an invitation like that, got in between Jaysen’s legs, forcing them farther apart, and then leaned down, planting his cock against that pretty hole. “You want my dick?” “Fuck, yeah!” “Beg for it.” “Fuck, man, please, I need that cock in me. I need you to shove it in, plow me deep and hard, and fill me up with your cock and your load. Fuck me now, please! Fuck me and breed me!” Joey clapped his hand over Jaysen’s mouth to stop the dialogue and at the same moment pushed his hips forward and down, his cock breaking through the ring and into Jaysen’s hole while Jaysen quivered and tried to yell – but only an inarticulate roar came out. Joey kept working his cock deeper and deeper until he was all the way inside. He then planted his hands against Jaysen’s shoulders and began pulling and pushing, sliding out and driving back in as Jaysen rolled his hips and worked his ass muscle on the cock inside him. Joey again revised his earlier estimate, realizing that Jaysen was a very experienced and top-notch bottom who fully knew how to give his fucker a great ride. Jaysen was having very similar thoughts, although his were more along the lines of surprise that such a slim, boyish-looking guy could turn out to be such a masterful, strong-willed top man. Joey was pounding hard into Jaysen now, hard and deep, going right to the bottom on every stroke and making plenty of noise as his hips kept slapping up against Jaysen’s firm and nicely rounded ass cheeks. Joey knew that it was just a question of time, and not very much time at that, so he pulled out. “Roll over,” he commanded, and Jaysen complied, turning onto his back and lifting his legs in one smooth movement. Joey moved in, pointed his cock at the target, and slid back inside, now getting to enjoy the spectacle of Jaysen’s expressive face as he got pounded deep and hard. In fact, it was the sight of that face contorting itself in spasms of ecstasy which told Joey that Jaysen was about ready to blow – and that he should speed it up himself. Jaysen was stroking his cock at top speed as Joey pounded quickly and forcefully into him, and his voice was uttering a nonstop stream of “ohfucks” until suddenly his face screwed right up, his voice froze on a single loud wail, and a stream of cum leapt out of his cock, splattering across his face and pecs. A second shot flew almost as far, and four or five more followed, splattering his cum all across his tightly clenched abs. Joey felt those muscle spasms grabbing at his cock, and instinctively speeded up his fucking motions even more. It took him another minute and then his own face seized up in a tight knot, he yelled “Fuck!”, and his cock spurted a half a dozen big shots of cum deep inside Jaysen’s hole. As the contractions of his muscles finally slowed down, Joey fell across Jaysen’s body, cock still buried in his ass, and they began kissing and hugging while they both recovered their breath after that epic orgasm. After a few more minutes, they separated, and lay side by side. At last, Joey turned towards Jaysen, leaning up on his elbow. “Jaysen, I want to tell you something. I don’t know why this is so, but I just have a feeling that I can trust you with this, that you’re a safe person for me to take into my confidence. I’ve got a really weird secret to share with you, but I need you to promise solemnly to keep it to yourself.” “Of course, Joey. You can trust me.” “Okay, I said I was going to tell you, but it’s more a case of showing you.” “All right.” Joey closed his eyes for a second and vanished, reappearing instantly across the room by the door to the walk-in closet and bathroom. Jaysen stared around. “Over here, Jaysen.” Just as Jaysen focused in on him, Joey vanished again, popping back into view on the bed. “Wow, Jaysen, you don’t even look surprised.” “Well, Joey, there is a reason for that.” As he said that, Jaysen instantly changed from a red-haired, young, fair-skinned man of thirty or so into a huge black muscle daddy, looking about fifty years old, well over six feet tall, and well over ten inches in the one dimension that mattered most. A moment later, he changed back again. “Fuck, that guy was one eye-catching stud! I haven’t had much experience with dicks that size, but I’d love to try anyway.” It was plain that Joey had forgotten for the moment all about his painful encounter on the cruise ship. Jaysen laughed. “If only.” “Embodying your own biggest sexual fantasy?” “How did you guess?” They laughed together. Then Joey had another question. “What about the rest of your family?” “Oh, does it run in families?” Jaysen was trying, not very successfully, to look innocent. “Very much so.” Jaysen sighed, perhaps a bit in relief. “Okay, I admit it. I got it from my dad. He did the same thing as you. One sister moves things around, the other one moves other people but not herself.” “So, what about your mother? Does she know?” “If she does, she’s kept quiet. But I wouldn’t be surprised. She knew that I was gay even before I did. I wouldn’t be surprised if she knew all about this but didn’t say so. Mothers just know.” “I couldn’t say about that. I don’t know who my mother was.” “Adopted?” “Yes.” The monosyllable was bitten off in a way that made it plain, even to Jaysen, that further inquiry along those lines would not be welcome. So Jaysen asked another question. “So, what about Dean? Is he aware of it?” Joey smiled. “Oh, yes. He’s one of us too. His power is the same as mine.” “How on earth did you find another one? I’ve been trying, with no luck at all. I wouldn’t even dare try to get into a relationship with a guy who wasn’t one. Can you imagine if I lost it for a second and turned into a giant while I was fucking him?” “I can’t imagine personally, but I’m sure there’s a good porn movie in there somewhere.” They both laughed, and then Jaysen went on. “If you want to know, here’s something else I’ve never told anyone before, but anyone. This whole business, and this hidden power to change my shape, this is why I’ve gotten so much into the booze. I mean, it’s partly because what the fuck else is there to do when you can’t risk getting involved and don’t want to – and partly because being drunk and rude all the time is a great way to scare guys off.” Joey felt his heart going out to Jaysen. This guy had wasted some of the best years of his life in a bar, because he hadn’t been able to figure out any other way to play the weird hand that life had dealt him. Joey truly felt for Jaysen, because he could so easily have gone down the same road – and there’d been days when he’d really felt like he wanted to do it, too. But Jaysen was going on, in an unusually sincere and even humble tone of voice. “I never wanted to do anything to upset the apple cart for you two – I mean, it’s so easy to see that you and Dean are such a perfect hand-in-glove fit for each other. That’s why I was so surprised when you approached me in the dining room tonight. I don’t know if you can believe that or not, but I hope you can. I just kept staring at the two of you because both of you are so fucking spectacular, no matter how you’re dressed, and how could any gay guy resist? And, for what it’s worth, I never even guessed that Dean might be one of – well, one of us. How did you figure it out? What was your secret?” Joey got a troubled look on his face. The truth was that he didn’t know, even now, but he had a strong suspicion of why he had gotten the nerve to talk to Dean -- and he didn’t want to leave Jaysen feeling even more unloved and unwanted than he so plainly felt already. “Truth, Jaysen – I really don’t know. I hope I will some day, and when I do, I will tell you. Promise. But right now, I think I want to get Dean here with us. And that means I have to share another secret with you. I don’t know if I should or not, but here goes. We’re pretty sure it’s connected with all this shifting thing, but not for everyone. Dean and I can talk to each other in our thoughts. So I’m going to try to get hold of him now.” Jaysen stared, wide-eyed, but Joey ignored him. His face bore a look of intense concentration, but no other sign. Then Joey spoke again. “Good news, he just got home from his business trip. I’m going to go and get him now. Be right back.” He vanished, and after about 30 seconds he reappeared, holding a fully clothed Dean close to him. Dean was just asking, “How did you get him to spill the beans?” “Same way I did with you – the whole ‘I feel I can trust you’ thing. It still works like a charm.” Jaysen was putting two and two together. “So, you mean this whole dinner party and sex at my place was just a set-up?” He looked a little upset and affronted, but Joey hastened to reassure him. “A little, but not entirely. It’s been a lot more than just a set-up. I’ve definitely enjoyed getting to know you and find out more about you – and that’s all of you, Jaysen, not just your sweet ass.” Dean took a second look at Jaysen and began laughing. “Oops. Sorry, fellows, I think I’m a bit overdressed for this party.” Jaysen had slowly lost his angry look and now chuckled. “Well, Dean, there’s an easy solution to that problem.” As Dean was rapidly revising his dress code for the evening, Joey dived down onto Jaysen and began sucking his cock again. Jaysen moaned aloud, and then moaned again as he found Dean’s cock poking at his lips. He opened up and swallowed, taking Dean down his throat as Joey was deep-throating him. Joey had reached back with one hand and was playing with his ass, sliding a finger inside himself and working it in and out. Dean saw it, and asked, “Need some help there, Joey?” In no time, Dean had three fingers working on Joey’s hole, and he’d already guessed what Joey wanted. Sure enough, when his hole was nice and loose, Joey came off Jaysen’s cock, turned around, and sat down on it, facing Jaysen as he took Jaysen’s tool deep inside his body. Jaysen groaned, “Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” as Joey pushed down onto him, taking the whole shaft deep into his hole. Dean leaned in and began kissing Joey as Joey began riding the rigid dick inside him. Dean got down between Jaysen’s legs, licking at his balls and taint as Joey moved up and down in a steady rhythm on his shaft. He only backed off when Jaysen began actively thrusting up into Joey’s hole, forcing his cock deep inside Joey’s ass. “Oh, yeah, that’s it – fuck me hard!” Joey was plainly enjoying the experience of being Jaysen’s bottom boy. Dean was enjoying the show too, but he was getting a bit jealous of Joey, wanting to feel Jaysen’s cock inside himself. At last, he couldn’t wait any longer. “Quit hogging, Joey, let someone else have a turn.” Joey pulled off, and let Dean climb onto Jaysen’s now-dripping pole. Dean started sliding up and down, and then leant down, wrapped his arms around Jaysen’s shoulders, and rolled sideways onto his back, bringing Jaysen up on top and into position to fuck him hard and deep. Jaysen, for so many years the bottom’s bottom, was taking to this new experience like a duck to water. He planted his hands on either side of Dean’s head and started thrusting deep, hard, plowing Dean with a new kind of aggression that he’d never displayed before. The big moment of confession had set him free from his former submissive self, awakening an animal deep inside him that needed to fuck, to ream, to breed. Dean, as strange as it might seem, understood completely. This moment was like Jaysen’s personal declaration of independence, his assertion that he was a complete gay man and didn’t have to hide himself any longer, not from these two men who he’d suddenly discovered were actually his brothers in coping with their strange fortune. He was driving hard now, pounding deep into Dean, while Joey sat back and watched with awe, marvelling at this new and totally different Jaysen who had been revealed by his stratagem. When he could tell that Jaysen was getting close, Joey flung himself on the bed beside Dean, lifting his legs back over his shoulders, and snapped, “Breed both of us, Jaysen. Give each of us part of your load. Shoot some into Dean and pump the rest into me. Cum inside both of us. Now, Jaysen!” At that, Jaysen’s eyes rolled back, and he slammed hard into Dean, shooting several big blasts of seed into him. Then he yanked it out, pivoted quickly, and pushed it right into Joey -- missing only one shot on the way – and pumped the rest of his load into Joey’s ass. Joey reached out and grabbed Dean’s cock, and Dean grabbed his. After only a few strokes, each of them came as well, spurting their juices over each other’s hard-working hands. Later on, after they’d all recovered their breath, the three of them sat and talked well into the small hours of the morning. Dean was the most surprised by everything he’d heard and all that he’d learned. He was beginning to realize that he’d made a huge mistake in classing Jaysen as a typical lightweight spoiled-rotten rich kid, where the truth was, sadly, much more complex and painful. “Jaysen, I really owe you an apology. I’ve misjudged you very badly. And I’m sorry you’ve had such a struggle to come to terms with your power and trying to figure out how to live with it.” “It’s okay, Dean, no apologies needed – we’re even. After all, I had you tagged as being too damn stuck up for words – and that was dead wrong too. Truth is, we were both trying hard to protect ourselves from being found out. It wasn’t very sensible, but we both found a way that kept people at arms’ length.” Joey chuckled. “Neither of you are doing a very good job of that at the moment.” Jaysen went on. “What I’m curious about is how you two managed to connect.” Dean smiled. “Joey basically used the same approach on me as he did on you, but it wasn’t a set-up. He was feeling very much alone in the world, and desperately needed someone to confide in.” Joey picked up the thread. “Really, Jaysen, it was a kind of sixth-sense vibe I got that Dean would be a safe person to tell. And I was taking a huge chance, telling him. Fortunately, my sixth sense didn’t mislead me. And we’re actually a pretty good match – not just because we both have the same shifting power.” “A ‘pretty good match,’ Joey. Is that all?” “No, it’s not, Dean, and you know it’s not.” As some very loving kissing ensued, Jaysen snorted. “Get a room, you two!” That made all three of them laugh. By this time, Dean and Joey were both feeling very much more comfortable with Jaysen, and not just because they were lying naked in his bed after a wild fuck session. It was Joey who first floated the suggestion that maybe Jaysen could come out to their place some time and see what they’d been working on. It would explain for him how they had found him out, but also would show him that he was in reality a part of something much bigger than himself, or even than the three of them. Dean promptly invited Jaysen to come and stay for the coming weekend, and Jaysen eagerly accepted. After that, they all curled up together and fell asleep, only waking up when Dean’s phone rang just before ten o’clock in the morning. Dean saw his mother’s number and picked up. “Dean? Honey? Where are you? I need to talk to you in the worst way.”

Chapter 7: The Experiment Joey looked curiously at the blank stare on Dean’s face as he examined the print-out. “What is it, Dean?” The answer he got was the last thing he expected. “Nora… Nora Ludlow. Joey – we’re cousins.” “Whaaa…? No fucking way!” “We are. Third cousins…, let me see…, yeah, that’s right. Third cousins once removed.” “How do you figure?” “Nora Ludlow is my great-great-grandmother, all the way through the maternal line.” Joey thought about that for a second. “So she’s Deidra’s great-grandmother.” “Yes, she is. Mom told Dayna and I about some of the things she’d learned or guessed about Nora, and I found more when I did my Ancestry research – probably the same things you’ve found.” Joey took a minute or so to ponder that one. “So this means that we presume that any descendant of Nora Ludlow, through her female descendants, would have some sort of shifting powers just as the four of us do.” “That’s right – and it’s likely to be a broad field because Nora had no sons, but she had three daughters. Mom didn’t know anything about any of them except Lucy, the eldest, who was her grandmother.” “Margaret, the youngest, who was my great-great-grandmother, had five more daughters and one son who died young with no children.” “That’s a lot of potential lines of descent to try to trace. But if you’re up for it….” “Damn right I am, Dean. If I tackle all of Margaret’s descendants….” “…and I take on the middle sister – what was her name?” Dean glanced over the paper again. “I’ll handle Sarah’s family lines and see what turns up there.” “Are you going to tell Deidra and Dayna about this?” Joey asked. “I think not, at least not for now. Let’s see what we come up with and then report to them.” You’re a bit late for that! The indignant voice made Dean jump. “Dayna? Where are you?” At home. And I think you’ve got some nerve trying to cut me out of this hunting expedition that you two are busily planning. Dean was beyond astonished. It was unquestionably Dayna’s voice, her tones, her air of exasperation, and yet it was all in his head. That he knew at once, because Joey was staring at him as if he’d gone clear off his rocker. “Dean? Who are you talking to?” “It’s Dayna. I heard her voice – just like that voice that told us we were beginning to see the big picture. In my head… in my body… all through me, she was talking to me.” Joey’s eyes got big and round like dinner plates. “I didn’t hear her. I’m going to call her right now.” He picked up his phone and began to enter the PIN code. Put that thing down, Joey, we don’t need to use it. This time they both heard her. Dean shook his head in bewilderment, then got a grip on his fast-scattering sanity. And shot a thought back at her. Okay, this has gone beyond weird. Dayna, where at home are you? In my living room, ignoring the Netflix series I was watching until you guys interrupted me. The asperity in the tone of her thought was unquestionably authentic Dayna. Dean replied, also in thought. We’re coming over. Right now. Before anyone could protest, he grabbed Joey, blinked, and the two of them were sitting in Dayna’s apartment. Dayna looked at Joey. Joey, her thought said, can you talk to me like this? Dean just did it. Yes. Oh my God! To Joey’s own obvious astonishment, it had worked. What the hell has just happened to the three of us? All three of them stared blankly at each other, each giving a variant of the classic “don’t look at me” or “I didn’t do it” expression. Suddenly, another angle occurred to Joey. What about Deidra? I don’t know. Mom? Mom!!?? Mom? Are you there? Deidra? Can you hear me? Dayna shrugged, returning to spoken words. “Plainly, this doesn’t include her. At least, not yet. I’m sure of that because I suddenly came into the conversation with a snap – and I mean to say that I actually heard a kind of snapping or clicking sound – as soon as you mentioned the name of Nora Ludlow.” The conversation that followed kept right on rolling along, sometimes verbally, sometimes mentally, for a good solid three hours or more, long into the depths of the night. The theme went in circles, with whole patches of the discussion repeating themselves, often with the same things being said in the same words, but by different people. They ricocheted back and forth from Nora Ludlow to the mystery voice, from the powers of shifting to this sudden power of conversing in their thoughts. All of them were plainly struggling to grasp the strangeness of this event and wondering how much, if any, of it was connected to the lines of descent from Nora Ludlow which they were hoping to trace. Even more, they were struggling with the sense that any possible feeling of normality in their lives had just developed little feathered wings and flown out the window, never to return. In the end, it was Dayna who, returning again to words, tried to sum it all up. “So, this is what we’ve got clear so far. All three of us have suddenly developed a full-blown power to communicate with each other in thought. We hear it clearly in the form of words, spoken in each other’s voices, but with no one actually physically speaking. “So far, no one else seems to share it – specifically Mom. We are sure, though, that it almost certainly has something to do with the shifting power that we all inherited from, or by way of, Nora Ludlow. We don’t know why it’s just the three of us, but we have a theory that it connects Dean and I, because we’re twins, and Joey because he’s so closely bonded in love with Dean. Sound about right?” All three agreed that this pretty much summed up the picture as of that moment. And then, the picture was promptly turned on its head again as the strange voice which the boys had heard once before recurred in their heads – and, this time, in Dayna’s head too: You are experiencing the next stage of the experiment. You are surprised. It was to be expected. This was followed by what could only be described as a dry, sardonic chuckle. Much to his own surprise, Joey fired back. Who are you? Why are you doing this to us? The other two looked at him, aghast. It was as if Joey were questioning the voice of the gods, a thing that no sane, intelligent person should ever do. There came that ironic little laugh again. We are your future. We are not doing anything to you, except to help you continue your natural progress to the next stage of existence. Ask no questions of us. Ask yourselves. That final pair of commands was as definitive, as unyielding, as unmistakably authoritative as it could well be. The neutrality of the strange voice’s tone, because of its pleasant familiarity, made the force of the commands all the more startling. After that clear edict, they heard the voice no more at that time – although none of the three of them doubted that its owner was fully aware of their every thought and every word. That in itself was a mightily disconcerting realization. The most brutal dictators who had ever walked the earth had not known the capability of tracking a human being’s entire thought process as this anonymous “we” most certainly could do. After the voice had fallen silent, all three of them experienced a sudden, overwhelming sleepiness, just as Dean and Joey had felt when they had first heard it. The boys gave Dayna a quick hug and kiss, and then embraced and vanished. Dayna had just about enough conscious energy left to walk to her bedroom and kick off her slippers, then she dropped her bathrobe, hit the bed, and went out like a light. Dean and Joey, reappearing in their bedroom, didn’t last any longer, flopping onto their bed as soon as they’d removed their shoes, and falling sound asleep in the middle of a goodnight kiss. In the morning, all three of them were left wondering if they’d had a nightmare. But, as Joey soon pointed out when Dean made that suggestion, it would be a rather unusual dream if he and Dean had experienced the same one, and both of them were sure that Dayna would also recall it in vivid detail. So they had to accept that it had really happened. It was also Joey who suggested that they not conduct a lot of idle chatter in their thoughts, saving it for major or serious discussions – to which all three of them had agreed. As Joey himself said later, “I could just see myself, trying to explain to a passenger how to make a connection through Toronto airport for an international flight, and having a conversation about weekend dinner plans racketing around in my head at the same time!” Joey and Dayna were both grateful to have a day off, and Dean had called in and booked off sick for the day. That left them free to conduct the continuation of the meeting. Instead of using the “express route” as Joey liked to call it, the boys took the car, enjoying the brilliant sunshine during a leisurely drive down the old coastal highway, past the heights of Torrey Pines and the rugged cliffs of La Jolla. After some further conversation, stretching through much of the day, the three of them finally decided that the boys would carry on as they’d planned with digging into the lines of descent from Nora Ludlow. It would make sense, they all felt, if they had some idea how many people this thing encompassed. As Dayna observed, with a giggle, “It might even be good for a laugh if we find out that one of us is working with one of them.” They also reaffirmed the decision not to tell Deidra, unless she showed signs of thought communication as well. Meanwhile, Dayna said she would do some research of her own on the problem. She didn’t say what it would be. Dean growled that he couldn’t understand why she always wanted to be so mysterious and secretive, because he wasn’t like that at all. Joey decided to keep quiet about Dean’s long list of quiet little escapades through the years – and then realized that he and Dayna were both laughing at Dean. She knew, all right. That night, as they got undressed, Joey brought up another problem. “Dean, do you think anybody… somebody… might be listening in when we get into bed and start fucking?” Dean’s eyes got comically big and round. But he quickly recovered. “There’s not much doubt that the mystery voice can or could be listening in to every single moment of what’s going on in our lives and minds. No point worrying about that. Anyone else? I’m going to assume it’s a ‘No’ until I hear otherwise. Come on, Joey, I’m feeling rowdy -- and I’ll be damned if I’m going to give up on sex because of this. Besides, I’ve got something new I’d like to try out.” The next half-hour or so passed in a delightful state of experimentation of a totally different kind altogether. Dean’s “something new” turned out to be a new toy, a vibrating butt plug which could be inflated after being inserted. That brought it right up against Dean’s prostate with no trouble at all. Joey then had a field day, playing with the control knob to flick the speed up and down, driving Dean into a state of completely uncontrollable sexual abandon. It took less than ten minutes of this treatment to bring Dean to an earth-shattering orgasm: hands-free, vocal, and very loud. By now, Joey simply had to take a turn and feel for himself the sensations that were driving Dean into such a state of utter sexual madness. Joey was so horny himself by this time that it took only about three minutes, lying on his back with the toy vibrating inside him, and with Dean manipulating the speed control, before his mouth flew open and he cried out, “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!” His cock jumped up and down above his abs as sperm flew out in every direction, while his hands were grabbing up fistfuls of the sheets and his head was slamming back and forth on the pillow. “Wow,” Dean said, watching in awe as Joey experienced this climax for the ages. “This thing really means business, doesn’t it?” “Never mind that, Dean, get over here and get inside me. I need your cock in my ass. Shove it in here and fuck my brains out!” Dean eased the toy out, and then slid his cock into Joey’s gaping ass. He began fucking Joey, hitting his prostate on each stroke, and suddenly Joey’s head was slamming from side to side on the pillow again and he was crying in ecstasy as Dean’s cock kept nailing the button. Dean only needed five minutes of steady fucking to build up and cum again inside Joey, but for that whole time Joey was flailing around on the bed in a continuous state of frantic arousal, his tunnel grabbing fiercely at Dean’s tool and his hands grasping and clawing at Dean’s back. His desperate, demanding passion got to Dean too, and drove him to plow Joey faster and faster, the two of them coupling together and fucking like wild animals until Dean at last erupted, blasting one of the biggest loads of his life inside Joey’s spasming ass, and then collapsing across Joey’s quivering body, the insane fucking motions finally slowing to a halt. They lay there, still joined together, both gasping for breath as their heart rates slowly declined back to normal. Joey gasped. “Damn, I feel like I’ve just been fucked by Superman!” Dean chuckled. “Hmm, there’s a thought for a career move.” “My ass is going to be sooo sore in the morning.” “How do you think my back will feel? You really should trim your nails more often!” The two of them got out of bed long enough for Joey to check Dean’s back and kiss some of the scratches to make them better, adding some ointment for good measure to one or two of the deeper ones. Then they went back to bed and fell asleep, cuddled up together. When they woke up in the morning, both of them were feeling much happier, and by a very wide margin. So was Dayna, when she called them later that day to talk about future plans. That’s when the boys let her know they were going away on a holiday together, for two weeks. “A holiday? A holiday??? We’ve got this huge research problem on our hands and you two are going away on a flipping holiday???” “Just for the record, Dayna, because of Joey’s crazy work schedule, this two weeks is actually going to be the longest number of consecutive days we’ve ever spent together. A little minor detail you may have overlooked when you were pushing us so hard to become officially a couple.” There was a moment’s silence before Dayna replied. “You’re right – and I’m sorry. Yes, I get it. You two really need an extended chance to actually get to know each other in depth and detail.” Joey chuckled. “Detail, certainly. Depth? Umm, Dean’s already got that covered pretty thoroughly.” “Joey!” Dayna was plainly cringing. “Too Much Information!” They all laughed at that shot, and then Dayna went on. “So, where are you going? Inquiring minds want to know!” “We’re starting off with a week at a quiet place in Mexico, Isla Holbox, and then we’re flying to Miami and picking up a gay cruise for the second week.” “Sounds like a pretty wild time, boys. Joey, you’d better be careful on that cruise, don’t let some younger hottie come along and steal Dean away from you!” “I’m not actually too worried about that. Not to sound too smug or anything, but after all, Dayna, you have to admit that I have assets that none of the hotties who are going to be on the cruise can even touch.” That made all of them laugh again. The first week of their holiday was a time of pure magic for the two of them. A small quiet resort on a lightly-populated island, full of beautiful beaches waiting to be discovered – it turned out to be the perfect place for Dean and Joey to get to know each other fully and to get in tune with each other’s vibes on all kinds of little details in life. Awesome meals of freshly-caught seafood punctuated long, idle hours on the beaches and snorkeling expeditions in the crystal-clear waters. It turned out to be just the week they needed, both of them, to set aside the sometimes-frantic pace of their daily lives and slip into a quieter mode where there was always more than enough time for each other, and for whatever they felt like doing from day to day. Each night ended with them sharing time together in their private plunge pool, with a nightcap, and then climbing into the super-oversized bed in their cottage and sleeping in each other’s arms – sometimes after a good resounding fuck, sometimes not. The gay cruise was another matter altogether. On a ship which could nominally carry three thousand passengers, there were something like four thousand men actually on hand. Every third and fourth berth, every sofa bed, had been sold, and there were times when it seemed like the entire four thousand had all gathered in the same place – usually the big three-decks-deep open well around the two main swimming pools. On the days at sea, those areas were standing room only, all day, every day. Port days were a bit calmer, but only a bit. Nights were rowdy as hell, too, with parties going on in every public space, and every hall featuring a handful of cabins (or more) from which the sounds of slapping flesh, groaning voices, and “aw, fucks” emerged for everyone to hear. Dean and Joey were far from being shrinking violets in this crowd. They might have been a newly-minted couple, but their appetite for playing around wasn’t slaked by any means. The only rule they’d set ahead of time for themselves was that they would always play together, ensuring a string of threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes. Even in a jam-packed shipload of hot guys, Joey stood out as much for his confident manner as for his awesome skin tone, perfectly highlighted by a pale yellow speedo with G-string sides and a back seam that perfectly highlighted his ass crack, along with a matching tank top also featuring minimal sides. Dean wasn’t about to be left behind, either, even if his more assorted pool gear wasn’t quite as eye-catching. It was on the fourth day that Dean asked Joey, in their cabin, if it wasn’t tedious wearing the same thing every day. Joey wordlessly opened his bag, showing Dean three identical swimsuits and tank tops. Both of them also came up with suitably stylish and eye-catching evening outfits. The fun began the very first night out, when Dean and Joey were approached at the Midnight Swim Party by a cute young pair of twinks, one Black and one Asian. Both boys took every opportunity to turn around and rub their lush asses against Dean’s and Joey’s bulges, making it perfectly obvious what they wanted. Joey was inclined to be cautious. “How old are you fellows?” Adrian answered, “We’re both twenty-one – had to be that old to get our own cabin.” Dean looked at Joey, caught his eye, winked, and Joey nodded eagerly. “Come to our cabin, boys?’ The twinks, whose names were Lamar (the black one), and Adrian (the Asian one), eagerly followed along. In no time flat, they were up on all fours on the bed, their swimsuits in a heap on the floor, and Joey and Dean were eating ass for all they were worth. Meanwhile, Lamar was showing an active streak of his own, maneuvering around until he could reach Adrian and begin making out with him. Dean was the first one to up his game. As soon as he felt the ass he was eating begin to loosen, he pushed Lamar flat on his face on the bed. Then he placed his cock in between those beautifully rounded ass cheeks, teasing Lamar’s hole until Lamar began begging for it. That’s when Dean leaned on him, sliding slowly into that cute little boy hole. As soon as Joey felt Adrian’s ass softening and opening, he noticed that Dean was already beginning to fuck Lamar. Joey stood up and rolled Adrian onto his back, telling him to lift his legs up. Then Joey planted his cock against Adrian’s knot and pushed slowly into him, opening him up and wrenching a loud groan out of Adrian’s throat. Before long, the two older men were hammering hard into the tight asses of the two younger ones, butt-blasting them for all they were worth. It was Joey who first asked Adrian, “I’m gonna cum – where do you want it?” Adrian gasped, “Inside me, dammit – give me your whole load up inside me!” Lamar was right behind him. “Fuck, yeah, I want that sperm deep in my ass.” It was all Joey and Dean needed to hear. Working almost in sync, they pounded harder and harder and then let it fly. Joey shot first, but Dean was only seconds behind him. Dean liked to keep fucking and driving as he spurted inside Lamar’s hole, but Joey preferred to just jam it all the way in and let Adrian feel his cock flexing in the hole as his seed pumped, shot by shot, into Adrian’s young fuck tunnel. Lamar moaned, “Keep fucking me, I’m almost there.” But Dean stopped dead, looked at Joey for a moment, and then barked, “Switch!” “Oh, fuck,” Adrian groaned with considerable feeling as Dean slammed into him moments after Joey had pulled out. Lamar, too, was plainly enjoying the feeling of Joey’s cock stroking him in some different places from where he’d been feeling Dean previously. The second fuck went on a lot longer. Lamar came quickly, but immediately started stroking his cock again, ready and willing to go for another load. Dean pulled out of Adrian for a minute, and said, “Let’s see you two in a sixty-nine while we start fucking you again.” Adrian crawled on top of Lamar, sucking his big cock deep, and dropping his own tool down into Lamar’s mouth. Before long, the two youngsters were sucking eagerly on each other as Dean and Joey fucked them into next year, creating a wild scene that would have done credit to a porn movie. Lamar actually came down Adrian’s throat, and had Adrian swallowing his load, but immediately pushed his cock back into Adrian’s mouth. That set Adrian off too, giving Lamar a load to swallow. Adrian, too, immediately shoved his tool back into Lamar’s mouth. Finally, Dean felt his second load starting to move up into position and warned Joey. “I’m about to cum again – let’s give these guys their rewards.” Joey nodded agreement, and the two of them began pounding fast and furiously enough to cause the younger fellows to leave off their cock sucking. This time it was Dean who came first, pumping a more-than-respectable load into Adrian’s no-longer-tight ass, while Joey blew off into Lamar’s butt only seconds later, again depositing a big wad of cum into a young ass. For the last act, Dean and Joey moved up, sucking their combined loads out of the boys’ asses, and then crawling up over them to drizzle all the cum down into their mouths and make out, swapping cum with their two bottoms and with each other, until all that combined flood of cum had been thoroughly mixed and completely swallowed. An even wilder scene unfolded on the last full day of the trip, a sea day. As Dean and Joey lay together by the smaller pool at the stern, a shadow fell across them. They both looked up to see an awesomely muscled giant bear looking at them with a meaning smile. “Hey, fellows,” he said in a deep, rumbling voice, “my buddy and would love to have some fun with you two. You up for it?” Again, they looked at each other, nodded, and gathered up their stuff, following the muscle bear to the door into the ship’s interior, where an older but equally impressive guy waited for them. It was a short walk down two flights of stairs, and along the hall to a door of one of the stern-facing cabins. It was a suite, still compact but much bigger than their own, and with a beautiful broad balcony facing out over the stern. “I’m Matt and this is Greg,” the stud rumbled at them. Joey headed immediately into Matt’s arms and began making out with him, while Greg took Dean over to the bed and began undressing him right away. Once Dean’s t-shirt and speedo were on the floor, he knelt down and began gumming and sucking on the bulge in Greg’s shorts. It had looked big already when he started, but it kept getting even bigger and harder as he worked on it, until Dean began wondering what in hell he had let himself in for. Dean figured it was time to find out. He locked his fingers into the waistband, pulled out and untied the drawstrings, and eased Greg’s shorts down, releasing a thick snake that was already well past eight inches, and still growing. He went to suck on it and found that he was going to have to just about dislocate his jaw to get the thickness of that tool into his mouth. Glancing over at Joey for a moment, he saw Joey bent over with a delirious look on his face as Matt went right to town at kissing and eating his ass. Then Greg slapped Dean, lightly but definitely. “I’m over here, boy,” he snapped, and Dean instinctively responded, “Yes, sir.” He struggled to open his mouth far enough, but that big cock was defeating him. He managed to get the head and the first three inches or so of the shaft into his mouth but then he ran out of room. Greg snapped again, “Deeper, boy!” Dean tried but failed. “Matt, send that other boy over here so he can show his buddy how to do it right.” Joey joined Dean, down on his knees in front of Greg, and opened his mouth. Somehow or other, Joey managed to drop his jaw farther than far, and got that huge tool into his mouth and most of it down his throat before it stuck. He backed off a bit to breathe, then proceeded to slide up and down on it while Dean watched in awe. But now Matt wanted a share of the action. “Don’t just sit there watching him, boy. Get over here and give mine some attention.” Dean began sucking on Matt’s eight-incher, grateful that this tool was not quite as monumental, but he didn’t feel relieved as he felt sure that both of them would be expected to take both of these big cocks up the ass before the afternoon was over. That happened sooner than later. Matt grabbed Dean under the armpits, pulled him to his feet, spun him around, and marched him out the door onto the balcony. He then bent Dean over the Plexiglas railing, and just like that his cock was prodding at Dean’s ass. Dean breathed deeply, willing his hole to relax, trying to make all his muscles go slack. Matt was a considerate fucker, for such a big guy. He took his time pushing into Dean, going slowly, letting Dean get accustomed to him one inch at a time. And there they were, completely naked, fucking away in broad daylight, on a balcony overlooking the wake of the ship. Dean’s moaning soon attracted an audience. Guys were peering around the dividers at both ends of the balcony from the adjacent suites. A couple of guys in the room below were looking up, right into his face, as Matt plowed him. A phone was poking around the corner, filming the encounter. Matt ignored them all, and Dean did his best. Having an audience, though, was turning him on so much that he soon came, hands-free, his juice dripping down on the deck as Matt continued driving deep inside him, fucking the load right out of him. In minutes he could tell that he was going to cum again. Meanwhile, back in the cabin, Joey wasn’t quite as lucky. When Greg was ready for it, he was ready to go now, and Joey had only a slight chance to try to let his butt go slack before Greg gave his cock a mighty shove, burying it deep into Joey’s hole. “Fuck!” Joey screamed, but Greg slapped his face and growled, “Shut up and take it, boy!” Joey gritted his teeth and hung on, gasping for breath and trying not to think of the pain. And there they were, pushed down into near-identical positions, one over the edge of the bed and one over the balcony railing, with these two big musclemen plundering their asses. Luckily, it didn’t last too much longer. Matt came first, pounding hard into Dean’s hole and fucking another load out of Dean as he was filling his ass up. Then Greg bellowed and fired a big load up inside Joey. As soon as the two of them pulled out, Dean grabbed his swimsuit and pulled it on, handing Joey’s swimsuit to him, and the two of them got out of there as fast as they could go. “What the fuck is wrong with all the wimps on this fucking ship? Gay guys are supposed to like huge cocks, aren’t they?” That was Greg’s voice behind them as the door closed. Joey shook his head in dismay. Greg had too obviously formed his ideas of man-to-man sex from watching porn videos. The big, muscled idiot was completely oblivious to all the advance preparation that made it possible for the porn actors to take a large, hard cock shoved right into them like that. Probably just newly out of the closet -- and at his age, too. Dean led Joey to duck into a doorway recess of another cabin, and then got him back to their own room by the express route. Joey was bravely holding back his tears of pain until they got there, and Dean put his arms around him. Then he cried it out, with Dean holding and comforting him. That was the end of any playing around on their holiday. The next morning, when it was time to disembark, they looked at each other’s sleepy faces and slumping shoulders. “Dean, we should have done Holbox after the cruise. Right now is when we need the R&R. As it is, I’m gonna need a holiday to recover from my holiday.” Once they were back home, Joey had to go to the doctor to get treated for the ripping of his anus, and it took quite a while to heal. It made going back to work uncomfortable for him as well, for the first few days. The Saturday after they got home from their holiday, Dayna called. Her opening words to Dean were: “I have work for you fellows to do. Write this down.” “Wait…? What…? Dayna, how about a ‘hello’ or something?” She laughed. “Sorry, I’m kind of in my prime efficiency mode tonight. Anyway, there are two things I need both of you to do. One is to get hold of and read a novel by John Wyndham, called The Chrysalids.” “I’ve heard of it,” Dean said. “For all of us, I consider it essential reading. More differences than similarities, but still….” “Noted. What’s the other one?” “This one’s a little tougher, but if I can find some channel streaming it, I’ll let you know. It’s a sci-fi movie from the 1980s called Starman.” “Starman… wait a minute, that’s what Nora said when….” “That’s right. Just from what I’ve read about it, and from seeing the trailer, I think it would repay a couple of hours spent watching it.” “I’ll have a look around too.” It took less time than he expected. Within the hour, Dayna called again. “Hey, I’ve found where I can stream that film and I have it set up and ready to go. You want to come over and watch with me? Old-fashioned movie date?” Dean chuckled. “Let me just check with Joey.” He walked to the other room, asked Joey, got an assent, and came right back on. “Yup, we’re in. When?” “Is 7:00 okay for you?” “Fine. See you then.” A few hours later, after a supper of pizza and beer and after watching Starman, the three of them were in a very thoughtful mood. “You know, I can’t help wondering,” Dean began, “what would happen next? After the end of the movie? They slept together and then he… it… left. But when they slept together, the alien was in the form of a human male. Could he have gotten her pregnant? And if he did, what would the child be like? And, most of all… what if something like that happened to Nora Ludlow?” “Dean, you’re thinking that maybe…?” “I’m thinking that what’s happened to all of us, this ‘experiment,’ the voice called it, may have begun with a deliberate impregnation of one human woman by – well, by whatever the “us” is – taking the form of a man.” “And the consequences have continued to rebound through each subsequent generation.” Dayna picked up that thread. “If that’s what happened, then the continuing consequences are intentional. I don’t think that we would be seen as part of the ‘experiment’ if we weren’t meant to happen in the first place.” “I agree,” Dean put in. Then Joey went in another direction. “And here’s my thought. Do you think someone connected with that film – one of the writers, maybe, is in that genealogical chart we’re working on, or knew someone who was – someone who talked? That maybe whatever happened to Nora Ludlow was the inspiration for the whole film?” That left all three of them with some ideas to ponder as the boys headed home. They had even more to think about a couple of weeks later, when both of them had taken the time to sit down and read The Chrysalids. It left Joey in an uncommonly sombre mood. “That was frightening. Dean, this book is a real warning to us. Religious fanaticism aside, we could easily find ourselves being hunted down and then put into the hands of teams of government scientists in some secret facility, trying to figure out what makes us tick.” “Right back when I first found out, Joey, and that’s over fifteen years ago now, Dayna warned me about that possibility. Made some rather vivid comments about dissection tables, or something of that sort. But you’re right, this book makes it seem both more real and more imminent. So does that movie, Starman. We don’t exactly need to panic – we could easily get paranoid about the whole thing – but we definitely need to be aware, and careful.”

Chapter 6: The Search In the morning, Joey awoke, feeling the sensation of Dean’s hands gently stroking his face and bringing him awake. They kissed, full of love for each other, recalling and memorizing every second of the wonderful time last night when they pledged their lives to each other. At last, though, Joey rolled away with a sigh and got up to begin preparing for the day and his trip back to Montreal. “I wish you didn’t have to go home,” Dean said. “I wish I didn’t have to go, too. But I’m not going home. Home is here now – well, it’s wherever you are. And I’m going to come back home as soon and as often as I can.” “What’s your long-range game plan now, Joey?” “First of all, I’m going to try to get posted to Los Angeles; we have a major base there and I’m qualified on all the aircraft types we use on our L.A. flights. But that’s a stopgap. What I really need to do is to look for a job with a major U.S. carrier that will let me work out of L.A. or San Diego.” “Well, it’s not the only possible route we can follow. My company has a sizable office in Canada so relocating there might be an option for me.” “What? And give up this fantastic house, your beautiful country club, and that gorgeous year-round outdoor pool?” Dean laughed. “Bonus there, too – I can give up on Jaysen Macaleister’s endlessly swivelling head following me everywhere! But seriously, when can you get back?” “Best I can do is that I have a Los Angeles turn with 2 nights off in a couple of weeks.” “I’ll come up there and meet you. We can talk and text in the meantime. And I suppose that, any time you have an overnight in the States, I could always just drop in.” “Or I could drop in on you. Just don’t forget what your mother said about using it too much.” Dean scowled. “Yeah, I know. This is going to be hard for both of us.” Joey smiled. “Yes, it is, but we love each other so much that we can do this.” With that, he plunged into packing his things, and then took a shower and dressed while Dean went downstairs, made coffee, and cooked up some breakfast for him. As Dean worked, he was humming happily to himself. He was looking forward to surprising Dayna when she called to tell him off. They’d agreed that there were to be no long, arduous goodbyes, so Dean dropped Joey off in front of the terminal with a quick but heartfelt goodbye kiss – and then drove away, looking very sad. And just at that moment, his phone rang. He saw that it was Dayna and hit the pickup button on the steering wheel. “Well, Dean, have you come to your senses yet?” “Depends on what you mean. I just dropped Joey off at the airport – one quick kiss and off he went.” “That sounds like a ‘No’ to me.” “Well, we agreed that we didn’t want any of those agonizing, prolonged goodbye scenes in front of the whole world. We said goodbye properly before we left the house.” “Wait… does that mean…?” “Yes, we’re a couple now.” Dean thought that sounding a bit smug was forgivable. “That’s terrific, Dean. About time you settled down.” “Look who’s talking.” “Okay, I guess I deserved that. By the way, what is Joey’s line of work?” “He’s a flight attendant with a major airline, based in Montreal.” “Kind of far away.” “It is, but he’s working on that – looking for a career move that could get him down here.” “I might be able to help him out there, unless he’s committed to staying as a flight attendant.” “Time will tell, Dayna.” “I guess. But let him know that it’s a possibility. And have a nice day.” They said goodbye, clicked off, and Dean sighed. “Have a nice day” was a difficult concept when you’d just said you loved someone and then had to say goodbye to him – with two whole weeks to wait before you could see him in person again. But it was only four nights later that Dean got an excited string of text messages from Joey. > OMG > You’re never going to believe it. > R U home? Alone? > We need to talk. Dean messaged back. > Yes, home alone. Sigh. A moment later, Dean heard a loud grunt of pain from somewhere above him. He went upstairs and found Joey rubbing his shin. “I ran into the corner post of the bed.” Dean laughed. “Welcome to the club. That corner post has chewed up my shins more often than I can remember.” After several minutes of passionate kissing, Dean thought to ask, “So, where are you actually supposed to be tonight?” “New Orleans.” “And what’s all the big excitement?” Suddenly, Joey’s face turned an angry shade of red as he remembered what had caused him to drop what he was doing in New Orleans and whip out to Carlsbad. “So I set up an Ancestry account and started plugging in family details, just as you explained. Just a few minutes ago, I got something back that made me mad enough to spit nails.” “Come on downstairs, you need to sit down and relax. I can make you a cool drink in the juicer.” A minute later they were seated in the living room, curtains closed against the black night, Joey with a mixed fruit juice and Dean with a cocktail, and with his arm wrapped around Joey -- who was calm enough now to tell the story without exploding. “So I put all the details in, like I said, and up popped a post from my oldest sister, Carla, who’s sixteen years older than me. And she’d put in a note that I was adopted! There was a date on it, too: October 21, 1995. That’s not even a month after I was born. Adopted! Fucking adopted! And nobody ever said a word to me about that.” The possible explanation leapt readily to Dean’s mind, but he wasn’t sure how best to approach this moment. And then Joey gave him the opening. “I can’t even imagine why they would hide that from me. Can you?” “Joey, who are your other siblings? Well, adoptive siblings, I guess. And their ages?” “Carla, she’s forty-three. Enzo is forty-two, Adria is thirty-eight, and me at twenty-seven.” “That’s quite the age gap between Adria and you – and it tends to confirm my theory. Just from the way the story was all hushed up and never mentioned to you, I’d guess that somebody got pregnant who wasn’t supposed to, probably far too young, and that pregnant somebody became your mother. I’d further guess that the somebody who got pregnant was either Carla, or some girl who wasn’t one of the family, but who had gotten pregnant by Enzo.” Joey thought that over for a few moments. “Hmm -- not likely to be Carla, she’s too damn stubborn – she’d never give up her baby for adoption, no matter how hard her mom and dad yelled at her. And she never really paid much attention to me, either. I’d bet on Enzo. He’s carried on his whole life like the king stud of all time, screwing girls left, right, and centre. It’s why his wife left him ten years ago. But yeah, with my parents – my fucking adoptive parents – being so hard-core religious, it totally makes sense that they would hush up a teen pregnancy any way they could.” “Well, Joey, whatever exactly happened, the next step for you is clear. You need to look up the adoption records. At least you have a date, and – a place?” “Toronto. It’s where we lived until I was fourteen. But actually there’s another next step that comes even before that one.” Saying that, Joey put his glass down on the table and turned to Dean, planting his lips firmly on Dean’s mouth and his hand firmly on Dean’s crotch. “Next step?” Dean’s voice came out as a mumble. Plainly, he was already finding his pants uncomfortably snug. “Mm-hm.” Dean held Joey close to him and visualized the bedroom. Once again, it worked. Joey stopped what he was doing and stared around him in surprise. “Well, that simplifies things, for sure.” “Good to know we can travel together if we need to. I was afraid you’d have to get back to New Orleans.” Joey clutched Dean and closed his eyes -- and they were back in the living room. “And we can both do it. No worries. My next flight isn’t until eleven tomorrow morning. Even with the time zones, we’ve got time. As long as I don’t fall asleep.” So saying, he blinked again, and they were back in the bedroom. “Okay, Joey, enough jumping already, I’m getting dizzy.” Joey laughed. He resumed kissing Dean and playing with his bulge, then began undoing Dean’s pants and pulling them down, along with his briefs. Dean’s cock, already getting wet, popped right out into view and Joey went down onto his knees, sighing with satisfaction as he took Dean’s rigid pole into his hand, tugged the skin back, and went down on it. Dean moaned too, struggling for a moment with his shirt before pulling it off and throwing it aside. Then he drew Joey back up, pulling him by his shirt to get it off him. Meanwhile, Joey was quickly undoing his waistband and dragging his trousers and briefs off, letting his cock free. Joey stepped back, allowing Dean to step clear of his trousers and kick them aside, then they simply stared at each other’s naked bodies, cocks standing proudly erect as if straining to cross the distance between them. “Damn, Dean, do we make a well matched pair with those tan lines, or what?” “Sure enough – and that’s not even the biggest reason we make a well matched pair.” “You mean these?” Joey grasped his erection to underline the point. “Mm-hm. Among other things.” In another moment, they were lying together on the bed, arms and legs entwined as they kissed up a storm of passion between them. The intensity of what was growing between them surprised them both. Dean and Joey had each had their fair share of sexual experiences, even though Joey had stuck to mostly one-on-ones while Dean had been more adventurous with everything from three-ways and DPs to orgies. Neither of them, though, could ever recall experiencing anything like the power of the feelings and sensations on this night as they joined their bodies and souls together – after an absence of four nights, which had felt like half a lifetime to both of them. This time, it was Joey who was eager to plumb the depths of Dean’s hole – and Dean was more than willing to give him that pleasure. He knew, with absolute certainty, that theirs would always be a give-and-take relationship where each of them valued most the pleasure received by the other. When Joey placed the tip of his cock against Dean’s hole, Dean instinctively thrust his hips upwards, keeping his lower legs and chest flat on the bed. It worked. Without any real effort on Joey’s part, the head of his cock punched through the tight ring and nestled inside Dean’s ass, making itself right at home. As his cock slowly sank deeper into Dean’s body, Joey wrapped his arms around his man, letting the feelings take him as the warm, moist interior of Dean’s ass surrounded him. When he finally bottomed out, he lay flat along Dean’s back, kissing Dean’s neck and shoulders as he flexed his muscles to make his cock jump inside the hole. Dean turned his head, kissing Joey with love and passion as Joey began making small movements of his hips, stirring Dean’s colon into ecstasy with his hot, hard tool. As much as they both would have loved to prolong the experience, Joey knew that this one would have to be a quickie so he could get back to New Orleans. Sensing that Dean was ready, he began to thrust more forcefully, rising up and falling down harder and harder until his hips were smacking out a tattoo of rhythmic sound against Dean’s firm round cheeks. Dean, too, knew that this was going to be a fast, high-energy fuck, and he worked hard with his hole to stir Joey up to a full boil and get his reward. It took only a few minutes, and then the moment came. Joey slammed energetically into Dean, forcing a groan out of Dean’s mouth. A second later, Joey joined him, groaning just as loudly as his cock blasted a load of cum deep inside Dean’s ass. But Dean hadn’t cum. As soon as Joey realized that, he rolled onto his back bringing Dean up on top of him. Joey resumed pumping, thrusting firmly up into Dean’s ass as Dean slammed his hand up and down on his dripping shaft. After just a few seconds of this treatment, Dean’s load spewed out of his tool, splatting against the wall above the head of the bed. Once they’d both recovered their breath, Joey chuckled. “Look at the mess you made on the headboard, there!” Dean just smiled complacently. “Now you know why I stole a leaf from a favourite hotel and put a padded headboard covered with washable faux leather up there.” Half an hour later, Dean was washing the headboard off with a quick swipe with a wet cloth, after having kissed Joey goodnight just before he vanished. That next “next step”, securing the adoption records, proved to be only slightly more frustrating for Joey than waiting for his favourite lottery numbers to hit the jackpot. When Joey finally had the copies of the official papers in hand, he read through them, raised his eyebrows, and smiled grimly. Then he called Dean. “What’s up, Joey?” “Just wanted to let you know that I got the adoption papers -- and you guessed right. Mother: Alice Katherine Montrose. Father: Matteo Fabrizio. Clever but not clever enough. Those are Enzo’s middle names. He was fifteen at the time, she was fourteen. And it gives his proper birthdate.” “Hers too?” “Oh, yes. Have to get her plugged into the Ancestry and see what starts coming up.” “So you called me across three-quarters of the continent and three time zones just to tell me that?” “Well… that’s not the only reason.” “Planning another surprise visit?” “Definitely not enough time tonight – I have to leave for the airport at four a.m. this time. But is it okay if I say I missed your voice and wanted to hear it again?” “I miss you too, Joey.” “It’s worse than I thought it would be, Dean. This fucking long-distance relationship… it’s no wonder so many people say they can’t hack it. It’s so hard being separated all the time. And then talking for a bit on the phone and having to say goodbye again. Soooo hard.” “Is it as hard for you as it is for me?” “You have no idea.” “Oh, I actually have a very clear mental image of how hard it is. At least as hard as it is for me. Sure you don’t want to drop in for a quick visit?” “Not a chance. I could end up getting fired if I’m late. But you can tell me what you’d like to do about our hard problem if I were there.” Dean proceeded to tell Joey exactly what he’d like to do, if they were together, in totally graphic – not to say pornographic – detail. After about ten minutes of Dean’s colourful prose, Joey found himself on the verge of erupting. He just had time to gasp out, “Cumming! I’m fucking cumming.” Dean at once replied. “Go for it! So am I!” The next minute or so was filled with a whole series of grunts, moans, exclamations of “Oh fuck,” and more along those lines. When calm was finally restored, Dean said, “Joey, take a picture of the mess you just made and send it to me. And I’ll send you mine.” In another minute, Joey was staring at a picture of Dean’s beautifully tanned abs and the bright white imprint from his speedo, with his cock standing straight up and a generous splashing of cum globs dotted up his body all the way to his pecs. At the same time, Dean was looking in awe at a photo of Joey’s olive-skinned face, body, and erect dick, with the clear evidence of a cum shot for the ages lying right across his face, and the rest dotted down the treasure trail in the centre of his abs. Those pictures were all it took to make both of them horny enough to cum again, and again they shot in unison. After that second climax, they finally got off the phone and both of them slept much better than if they hadn’t talked. If Joey had thought he was home free after getting his adoption papers in hand, he was in for another rude shock. All his efforts to trace his mother’s line backwards kept hitting a brick wall of blank silence. He could find no records for her at all. He’d found one other woman of the same name, but she was two years younger than him and lived in New Zealand. It was as if the teenage girl who bore him had appeared out of nowhere just in time for Enzo to fuck her, and then had vanished just as suddenly and unexpectedly. Dean suggested, quite reasonably, that her name, as given in the adoption papers, was probably another pseudonym. Joey agreed that this seemed likely, but he had no clue how to try tracking her down. At last he realized that he was going to have to bite the bullet and approach his adoptive parents, who were actually his grandparents. What he needed was some kind of leverage to get them to open up and talk. At last, he dreamed up an idea which he felt was worth trying. When he explained what he had in mind to Dean, Dean agreed that it was a perfect idea – and said that he knew the perfect person to put it into play. Once the two of them went over the entire story and Joey’s plan with Dayna, she giggled and said that she’d be happy to help them out. “Just thinking, though, maybe a lawyer instead of a detective – it’ll fit better with my work wardrobe anyway. And stop fussing about the money, Joey, I’m about due for a little holiday fun and springtime in Canada is a nice time of year anyway. Just give me the names and contact details and I’ll roll with it from there.” After they’d said good night, Joey turned to Dean. “Do you really think she can pull this off?” “Of course. With her theatre background, she can make it fly, no problem. After seeing her terrify a woman six inches taller and forty pounds heavier in a horror play last year, I’d say she could do anything and make it sound and look convincing. She’ll need some time to work out the details, do some rehearsing, and then arrange for time off work but she’s going to get the results you need, trust me. This will be duck soup for Dayna.” With that, Joey had to be content. At least, he still had three more nights off to spend with Dean before going back to work. The next day, he got an email that succeeded in taking his mind completely off the search for his biological mother. You are hereby notified that, effective May 1, 2023, you are reassigned to the staff complement of our base in Los Angeles. You are to report on May 1 at 8:00 AM PDT to the offices at 5815 West Century Boulevard, Floor 12, Los Angeles CA for documentation purposes. Please contact your present supervisory team to arrange for relocation leave time. “Wow, Joey, that’s awesome!” “Damn right! We can actually be together full time, finally!” “Full time, except when you’re jetting off to Europe or Asia and leaving me behind – all alone, so alone, in my quiet, echoing, empty house….” “Quit being so melodramatic, Dean. You were perfectly happy to live here alone until we met.” “True – but also not true. I wasn’t whipping off to parties at all the gay hotspots in the country just because I kept needing to scratch the itch.” “You have the itch? Ouch, you might have told me before the first time we slept together!” Dean and Joey burst into happy laughter and kissed each other – an innocent enough kiss, to begin with, but it soon developed extra intensity and business was quickly forgotten in another wild and crazy round of fucking. The whole business of relocating himself to Carlsbad was less onerous than Joey had feared, except for the hassle of dealing with his cranky landlord in Montreal. After arguing over every single nick and scrape in the walls and scuff on the floor, Joey was grateful that he’d at least had the sense to photograph every inch of the place before he started moving his stuff in. Those photographs did the trick, getting the landlord to drop his claims. Joey wondered how many other people he’d charged for the same damages without ever bothering about actually fixing them. Finally, everything was done, Joey’s things were all put away in his new home, and Joey and Dean celebrated the first full day of their new life together with a sun-filled afternoon out at the pool of the country club, followed by a spectacular dinner in the dining room. Across the room, Jaysen Macaleister was sneaking glances from time to time, plainly both jealous and frustrated that he’d been cut out of the chase and Dean had been taken off the market by the sexy young Italian guy with the curly black hair. But it was perfectly obvious, even to the alcohol-fuddled Jaysen, that there was a really intense vibe between the two men. Afterwards, as they curled up in bed together following another intense fuck session, Joey commented on the look on Jaysen’s face. Dean’s response was uncharacteristically thoughtful, lacking the usual sarcastic tone his voice normally took on when Jaysen’s name came up in the course of a conversation. “I feel sorry for him, actually. He’s got to be one of the most socially inept people I’ve ever met, and all the drinking doesn’t help either. Somewhere under all that, I’m sure Jaysen is a perfectly nice guy – but no one is ever likely to get past it all and see the real person, because his behaviour is so awful.” “Changing the subject, Dean, I think I haven’t told you this, but I’ve never lived with someone before. A few dating relationships, but no living together. It’s going to take me some time to get used to the whole sharing-my-space thing, because I’ve had a good solid decade of being on my own after getting thrown out by my oh-so-loving parents – I mean grandparents. Just wanted to warn you.” Dean chuckled. “Not to worry, Joey, I’m in exactly the same boat. After all, I never really felt comfortable living with someone when I had to worry about accidentally disappearing or appearing and scaring the life out of him. It’s why we’re together, right? Each of us found the one and only guy we could really love, and share absolutely everything with, the one guy who would understand and not freak out if we accidentally popped out of the room.” “Well, that depends on where you were reappearing when you disappeared. I might not be so understanding if you were vanishing to another one of your orgies in South Beach, unless you were taking me along.” They both laughed again. Then Joey went on, more seriously. “So, we’re both new at this living-together thing. We’ll roll with it, take the bumps as they come, and learn how to adjust to each other’s distinctive styles and weird habits.” “Speaking of weird habits, Joey, do you really have to keep sticking that thing into my crotch like you’re doing?” “And here I thought you liked it. Yours certainly isn’t any shrinking violet.” “Oh, I like it – but not as much as I like sticking it in on your other side.” “I can take a hint.” Joey rolled over and presented his firm round ass to Dean’s delighted gaze. Gentle caresses with Dean’s hands quickly ramped up to rough, hard squeezes, and light kisses on the cheeks soon gave way to intense, demanding licking, sucking and tongue fucking of Joey’s tight hole. As Dean ate that luscious ass, his tongue deposited ample amounts of his saliva, which his cock was going to need in a minute or two. Even after all the mutual fucking they’d done, Joey’s little knot was always a bit of a struggle to untie. Dean was definitely up for the challenge of unlocking Joey’s sexy ass. In a minute or two, he had a finger worming its way up through the hole and into Joey’s gut, swivelling around and teasing the inside until he found Joey’s prostate and began to stroke it. That was all it took. Joey moaned aloud, his hole bloomed, and Dean quickly removed his finger and inserted his cock, sliding slowly into his man’s wonderful fuckhole. Even after he got all the way inside Joey, Dean was in no hurry. He was content to take his time and enjoy the experience for as long as possible. At last, though, he decided to change up the game, and pulled out. “Nooo!!!” “Just for a moment, Joey. Turn over.” Joey rolled obediently onto his back and at once lifted his legs up into the air to give Dean full access. In another few moments, Dean was back inside him and sliding all the way up into his gut – and then lying down on top of him, face to face, where they could make out while they were fucking. Dean had always known this was one of his favourite positions, but now Joey was also finding out just how terrific it could feel. Even Dean was feeling new depths of pleasure from this face-to-face mating, feeling intense sensations chasing themselves all up and down his body as his attention kept switching from where Joey was stroking him with his hands to the place where Joey’s lips and tongue were caressing his, and to the hole where Joey’s tight muscles were squeezing and grasping his cock. Joey, too, was feeling the most intense satisfaction he could ever remember as Dean’s cock slowly worked inside him, while Dean kissed him over and over with so much love and passion. It gave him the greatest satisfaction to wrap his arms and legs around Dean’s back, pulling him in close so that their bodies were embracing tightly while they mated. All good things come to an end, and at last Dean could feel the end approaching. He broke free of Joey’s clutching arms, rearing up on his knees and driving hard and fast inside Joey’s hole. Joey gasped with the sudden increase of power in Dean’s fucking, and grasped his cock, beating it hard and fast as Dean drove inside him with full power and speed. Just watching the expression on Dean’s face as he reached his climax pushed Joey over the edge, and his cock erupted in a fountain of cum that hit both of them on the chests and abs as Dean’s cock convulsed inside Joey. At last, Joey recovered the power of speech. “Dean, I think this is going to work – I mean, you and me, living together, I think we’re going to get along fine.” “Is that the best you can do? I think we’re going to be a lot better together than just ‘fine’.” Both of them laughed as they moved into a close embrace, soothing each other into sleep with gentle kisses and stroking and murmurs of love. Settling into the routines of life together preoccupied them for the next few months whenever they were both home. Sometimes they both had to be on the road, and at different dates. Once, Dean managed to work things so that he spent a week on business in Vancouver during the time when Joey was working three flights there in the same week, in between a single Edmonton turn. Both of them thoroughly enjoyed discovering Vancouver in the summer, including swimming in the enormous outdoor pool at Kitsilano, generously provided with lap lanes, spots to suntan, and sexy guys in speedos – many of whom were gay. Not long after their week in Vancouver, Dayna came home from her little holiday in Montreal, and called them to report. They had her over for dinner the next night. Dayna was brimming over with excitement. “Wait until you hear all the news, Joey. I got a real two earfuls from your stepmother-slash-grandmother once I persuaded her to trust me. As soon as I hinted that there might be money involved, that’s all she needed to hear. “First of all, she and your granddad have split. Looks like Enzo wasn’t the only king stud in the family. Apparently, the old boy’s secretary showed up on the front doorstep of their home about three months ago, monstrously pregnant, and named Marco as the father. That was all it took. Arianna threw him out of the house on the spot -- and went straight to her lawyer to begin divorce proceedings the next day. After so many years together, I’m guessing that she’ll take him right to the cleaners and drain him dry with no trouble.” Joey snorted. “Serves the old goat damn well right. We all knew he was cheating on her with the maid when I was a kid.” Dayna went on. “Anyway, I told her that I had been employed to try to trace your mother since it was believed that you might have a right to a share of an inheritance in her family. She ate it right up, and spilled the beans at once, telling me that your brother was actually your father – or at least that’s what the girl thought. She had a few choice words to express what she thought about your mother, too, ‘slut’ being the most printable one. Anyway, I got her name and the info that the birthdate on the adoption record was her real birthdate. And here it is.” Dayna handed Joey a slip of paper, with the name “Glenna Maryanne Campbell.” Joey was almost too excited to sit still. “This is so great, Dayna! With this, I’ll finally be able to get on with tracing my family background! I’ve been totally roadblocked with that damned pseudonym on the adoption records.” After they’d finished dinner and Dayna had left, Joey headed straight into the study and sat down at his laptop to get to work. Dean smiled indulgently at his eagerness to get going, cleaned up the remains of the meal himself, and settled into the living room to watch a baseball game. Around 1130 PM, Joey came into the living room, grinning from ear to ear like the cat that’s swallowed the cream. Dean looked up at him expectantly. “Dean, I’m off and running! I’ve got my family traced back through the mothers for six generations now, and I’ve already found one really intriguing one. I kind of sense, intuitively, that she may be the target I need to focus on now. I’ve circled her name in red here.” Joey handed Dean a printout, and Dean looked at the circled name – and then stared in utter disbelief. NORA LUDLOW.

Chapter 5: The Voice Joey and Dean stared at each other for a moment, and then Dean took his hand and pulled him into the crowd to dance. They danced together for a few minutes, moving easily into a common rhythm until their two bodies were moving almost as one. But something still seemed a bit off. Dean couldn’t help noticing that Joey was looking a bit distracted, a bit “not all there,” and certainly not abandoning himself to the music as much as he had when they first met in Montreal. Dean leaned close to his ear and spoke loudly. “Is everything all right?” Joey looked at him for another minute, and then replied in the same way. “Fine, I guess. But I’d really like to talk. Let’s step outside for a minute.” They stepped out of the party room. The lobby area was busy and noisy too, but not nearly as loud as the blasting music inside. Joey thought for another long moment, and then came to a decision. “Dean, let’s go to my hotel – not for sex, I really need to talk with you.” Dean agreed at once. “Suits me, I wore myself out there!” Half an hour later, Dean and Joey, having decamped the party, were sitting together over a quiet drink in the bar of the hotel. It had been a pleasant surprise to discover that they were not only staying in the same place, but actually on the same floor. Joey had picked a quiet table over against the wall with no one else sitting close by. “Truth be told, Dean, I was really happy to see you again. You’ve been on my mind a lot, and I’m not sure exactly why. It seems like ages since I saw you that other time.” “Not surprising. I’ve been pretty much at home on the west coast for the last year – well, apart from a couple of quick visits to South Beach.” “Well, as I said, you’ve kept popping up in my mind recently. A couple of times, I could have sworn I heard your voice, but there was no sign of you anywhere.” “That’s interesting, because I hadn’t been particularly thinking about you, although of course I remembered you as soon as I saw you.” Joey took a sip of his wine, almost as if to bolster his nerves. “Look, Dean, I don’t know why this is so, but I just have a feeling that I can trust you with this, that you’re a safe person for me to take into my confidence. I’ve got a really weird secret to share with you, but I need you to promise solemnly to keep it to yourself.” “I’d say that depends on whether you’re doing something flagrantly illegal or not. There are limits.” Joey chuckled. “Nothing like that, but it is definitely strange. Look, let’s go upstairs, and I’ll show you what I’m going on about.” “Okay. I promise to keep it quiet.” They polished off the drinks, and then went upstairs. Dean found himself idly wondering what sort of weird sexual kink Joey was about to disclose to him. Once they got to Joey’s room, Joey said, “Okay. Here’s what I want you to do. I want you to go down the hall to your room, go in, close the door, and wait.” Joey stood at the door, watched Dean go down the hall, and close his door. Then Joey went inside his own room and closed his door…. …and appeared a moment later inside Dean’s room, standing right beside Dean again. Then he shook his head, baffled. “Dean! You don’t even look surprised!” “Well, maybe that’s because….” Dean vanished, to reappear across the room by the window, and then vanished again and reappeared right beside Joey once more. “Wow. And here I was thinking that I was the only one.” Three hours later, any thoughts of sex forgotten, they were still sitting and talking in low voices, a radio quietly playing in the background to help drown out their words if anyone happened to be listening in. Joey was finding himself more and more baffled as Dean filled him in on all the things he’d discovered about his own family, the variety of different forms the shifting could take, and the passing of these strange gifts down through the family line from mother to child. He could grasp at once the idea of keeping it hidden from the rest of the world, and the reason for the warning Deidra had given Dean about not using it excessively. “Thank you for filling me in on all that, Dean. You have no idea how thankful I am that I picked you for the demonstration.” “I can see why. I was lucky, I had my twin sister right there for me to show her when I found out about it, but you seemingly had no one.” “No one at all. My family is really old school, they hate the idea that I’m gay, and they threw me out and told me to stay out. It’s just me against the world now.” “Well, not just you, now that we’ve shared the big secret with each other. I’m more curious than anything, Joey, about how or why you sensed that it was safe to talk to me – and I’m really curious about how you thought you heard my voice speaking to you. That sounds like maybe your gift has gone somewhere well beyond mine.” “I’m really not sure, Dean. It happened twice. The first time, it was just an ordinary comment like make sure you get home safe or something like that. The other one, though… I was just sitting at home last week, thinking about this thing and wondering how I could find out any more about it without giving the game away, and I heard you say, Well, Joey, what’s wrong with me?” “This is getting really freaky. It’s as if you’re picking up some sort of subconscious vibe from me that I’m not aware I’m sending out. Oh, wait a minute….” Joey sat and waited, patiently. “I was just talking with my sister last week about how we sometimes anticipate each other, finish each other’s sentences, that kind of thing, and my mother said something about sensing when one of us was about to change the subject. Perhaps it’s just an aspect that developed more thoroughly in you than it did in us. I’m sure there’s a connection.” “Now you are starting to see the bigger picture.” “What’s that, Dean?” “I was just going to ask you what you meant.” “ I didn’t say anything. But I clearly heard you say something about the bigger picture.” “Joey, I didn’t say a word, but I heard you say that about the bigger picture.” They stared at each other. Joey made a move, as if to look under the bed. But he never got close enough to see. Dean’s senses snapped to full alert as he heard an echoing chuckle. It wasn’t in the room. It was inside him, not just in his head, either, as he sensed it throughout his entire body. One look at Joey’s face and frozen body position, halfway bent down, was enough to tell him that Joey had heard and felt that strange laughter too. And the feelings in his body told him clearly that there was no point in searching the room. The voice had come from everywhere – and nowhere. It most certainly wasn’t human. As he relaxed from that abrupt blast of adrenaline, Dean suddenly felt absolutely bone-tired, as if he could pass out in twenty seconds and sleep for twenty-four hours nonstop. Joey was blinking as if he were struggling to keep his eyes open. Dean made a move, as if to go back to his own room, and then stopped. “Joey.” “Yeah?” Joey was already drifting off. “Come here. I need to try something.” “Whaaa?” Dean wrapped his arms around Joey. “Hold onto me tight. Don’t let go.” He felt Joey grasp him tightly. Then Dean shut his eyes and in a moment opened them to find he was in Joey’s room down the hall, and still holding Joey. It had worked. Dean turned down the covers, guided Joey to the bed, and laid him down. Before he finished pulling Joey’s shoes off, Joey was asleep. Dean kicked his own shoes off, laid himself down beside Joey, closed his eyes, and went out like a light. Dean awoke to sunlight pouring into the room. He felt it through his eyelids. He stretched and let out a gentle “mmmm,” almost like a cat’s purr of contentment. Then he felt a pair of gentle hands take hold of him and opened his eyes to find Joey smiling down at him. “Good morning.” Then Dean looked again. “Wow! Look at you, all dressed up in that spiffy uniform and ready to go!” “Time to get back to work. Head for the airport, fly back to Montreal, and then I have to work a night flight to Milan.” “A jet-setting gayboy flight attendant. I didn’t know such things were possible.” They both laughed. But then Dean had another thought. “What happened to that rule about no drinking 24 hours before a flight?” “Did I?” Joey said innocently -- but giving Dean a wink and a grin as he said it. Then he turned serious again. “Dean, it’s obvious that we need to spend more time talking about this situation, and I think I should meet your family, too.” “I agree. When do you get a work break long enough to come down to San Diego?” “End of the month. I’ve got 4 days off. Let’s swap digits.” They saved each other’s numbers, and then Dean said, “Arrange yourself a flight. You’ll stay at my place.” “Sure your boyfriend won’t mind?” They laughed again, and then kissed goodbye, and Joey left. Dean looked at the closed door with a quizzical expression for a minute, and then chuckled. He’d just slept over for the night with Joey for the first time, without having any sex. Must be losing my touch, he thought to himself, and laughed again. Two weeks later, Dean was at the airport in San Diego, waiting to pick Joey up. He’d already arranged time off at work while Joey was here. He’d also arranged to meet Dayna and his mom in two days for lunch at Dayna’s place. Ross was out of the country on a business trip so they could talk it out thoroughly without any worries about running out of time. There was one slight detail. Dean hadn’t bothered to mention that he was bringing a friend along with him. Joey’s face lit up with a huge smile as he came through the door at arrivals and saw Dean waiting for him. They embraced and kissed each other, and then headed out to the car for the drive up to Carlsbad. Joey was entranced by the beautiful scenery, the hills and valleys, the ocean inlets, the surf pounding up onto the beaches. At Dean’s place, they spent a relaxing afternoon outside, soaking up the warmth of the spring sunshine and talking about non-serious stuff. Considering they’d only ever met twice, it was pretty amazing (Dean felt) that they were as comfortable with each other as if they were old, lifelong friends. They whipped up a light early supper, and then crashed early as Joey was tired – he’d worked an overnight flight from Tokyo to Toronto, and then hopped right onto the plane to San Diego with barely time to change out of his uniform and grab a quick shower in between flights. Dean lay awake beside him, laughing to himself at how they were already behaving just like an old married couple, tucking up together in bed without bothering about sex. The next day, he took Joey back into the city to look around a bit. They walked through the Old Town area and went up to Balboa Park, where they had lunch on a restaurant terrace. Then Dean took Joey to the country club for a swim, followed by dinner. Joey loved it. As they sat down on a pair of loungers after swimming, Dean waved a waiter over and ordered drinks. Joey stretched and smiled as the sun warmed him. “Wow, a guy could get used to keeping fit by doing laps here all year round!” Just as he said that, Jaysen Macaleister came sauntering by. He took a good, long look at Joey’s body stretched out on the lounger in a colourful, eye-grabbing speedo. “Nice catch, Deano!” His tone verged on the snarky. Dean just laughed and shook his head, waving Jaysen away. “He sounded jealous, Dean.” “I’m sure he was. He spent months and months eyeing me up, finally got me to fuck him once, and hasn’t gotten me again since. Now, what was that you were saying about doing laps here all year? You’ll have him chasing after you if you do!” “Worried?” Joey chuckled. “Don’t be, Dean – he isn’t a patch on you.” “Who’s worried? Anyway, he doesn’t really do any chasing. Mostly he sits in the club lounge, studying everyone who passes by with his slightly glazed eyes, between rounds of flirting with the bartender. A real lounge lizard in training.” That set them both laughing. After they’d dried off, finished their drinks, and gotten dressed again, they headed up to the club dining room. On the way, they passed Mark, the caretaker, and he gave Joey a quick but thorough once-over, then winked and grinned at Dean. “Another of your conquests?” “Quite the opposite. He conquered me and put me out of commission for two weeks.” “Do tell. This sounds interesting. And here was me, thinking you were one hundred percent top.” “Not at all, Joey. That was just the particular mood I was in that night in Montreal.” The club chef was in fine form that night, and their meals were amazing. Joey, of course, was poking and prodding, trying to get Dean’s life story out of him. Dean laughed it off, telling him that he was really just a simple middle-class boy from L.A., and all the luxury was a lucky spinoff from his mother’s second marriage to a multi-millionaire. “I know it sounds intimidating,” Dean said, “but Ross is actually a really cool guy, very laid back and easy to chat up. You won’t meet him this time, he’s out of the country on business, but I’m sure you’ll get along fine with him when you do.” Joey looked at him closely. “Dean… the way you said that, it sounds like you’re picturing a future for us together.” Dean thought for a moment. “You’re right, I was.” He laughed, then shook his head. “I don’t know where that came from, it just seems natural somehow. I guess because of… well, you know.” Joey’s face fell slightly, but Dean didn’t notice it. That night, Joey turned up his aggressive side a few notches, catching Dean off guard. “I’m going to check into what that caretaker found out, see how it feels to give you the works.” With that, he pushed Dean onto the bed and leaped on top of him, digging his face and tongue forcefully into the crack between Dean’s firm round cheeks. Joey ate away at Dean’s ass like a starving man, licking up and down, sucking the flesh into his mouth, kissing his way along the crack, and then digging his tongue into the tight hole. Eventually, Dean opened up a bit and Joey was able to start tongue-fucking him, pushing the tip of his tongue right into Dean’s hole, and then sucking back on the asslips as hard as he could. Dean was moaning all over the bed, twisting back and forth, and crying out, “Ohgodohgodhgod, don’t stop – keep doing that!” But Joey was just getting warmed up. He wormed his finger into Dean’s hole, and kept up his tongue work at the same time, driving Dean into an absolute ecstasy of sensation. His finger found the button, and he began stroking it, stroking it until Dean yelled out, “Shit, you’re going to make me cum.” Joey stopped and pulled his face and finger out of Dean’s ass. Dean lay there, gasping for air and quivering with excitement, rolling his hips back and forth on the bed. Joey spat into his hand, smeared it into the precum on his cock, pulling the skin back, and then planted the cock head firmly against Dean’s hole. He pushed a little, feeling the head pop in, waited a second or two longer, and then shoved his seven inches all the way down to the bottom. Dean yelled at the intrusion, but when Joey started to back out, he grabbed back behind him at Joey’s hips, yelling, “No! Don’t stop! Fuck me, you stud!” Joey tensed up his lean, muscular body and began driving his dick deep inside Dean, thrusting all the way down until his hip bones bounced off Dean’s rounded cushions. His cock opened up Dean’s hole until it had clear passage, and then Joey began hammering away at Dean, pounding him harder than he’d ever pounded another man in his life. It took barely a minute, and then Joey slammed down extra hard, seeing stars as he bottomed out and his cock convulsed, propelling seven huge squirts of man juice deep into Dean’s hole. As soon as he began shooting, Joey felt Dean’s hole squeezing down hard and rhythmically on him and knew that Dean was cumming underneath himself, hands free, all over the bed. As soon as both of them finished cumming, Joey pulled out, watching his sperm squeezing and dribbling out of Dean’s hole. He slurped it all up, then rolled Dean over and lay on top of him, sharing his cum with Dean as they kissed. But Joey was far from done. After a minute of playing snowball, he got up onto his knees, lifted Dean’s legs into the air, and sent his still-hard cock like a guided missile right back inside Dean’s well-used ass. Dean groaned, but Joey barked, “Shut up. You got your chance to beat the crap out of my hole, now it’s my turn!” For answer, Dean reached down and grabbed Joey’s hips, forcing that hard tool all the way inside himself again. “Yeah, Joey, keep fucking me. Pound me some more and breed me again.” Joey was happy to comply, again driving his cock hard and fast into Dean’s ass. Then he switched it up. Pulling slowly out until only the head was inside, he suddenly and savagely slammed it all the way in and repeated that half a dozen times. He pushed right inside, and then swivelled his hips, causing his cock to rotate all around inside Dean’s hole. He rolled Dean onto his back and crossed his ass to fuck him at a ninety degree angle to the left. Then Joey turned right around until he was facing Dean’s heels, and fucked him that way, digging his cock right into parts of Dean that nobody had ever hit before. That was all it took to trigger Dean’s second orgasm, and as soon as his hole started spasming, Joey fired off another generous load inside Dean’s guts, pumping and shooting over and over until he ran dry, and the sperm was squeezing out around his dick. At last he disconnected and flopped down onto the bed on his back. Dean roused himself, crawled on top of Joey, and started kissing him. “Holy fuck,” Dean said in awe, “I’ve never had anyone do me like that before. And there I was, so sure you were a total power bottom.” “See?” Joey replied. “We were both dead wrong!” They laughed and then kissed and nuzzled each other more gently until they fell asleep, both of them all fucked out. The next day, they drove into the city again to have lunch with Dayna and Deidra. Dean was moving with a little more caution than usual, and Joey noticed it. “Tough night last night, Dean?” Dean laughed. “Yeah, but damn, it was well worth it.” They walked into Dayna’s condo, and Dean promptly said, “Mom, Dayna, this is Joey.” They looked a bit startled, then welcomed him – and Dayna made a beeline for the kitchen to get out cutlery and glassware for another place at the table. “Dayna, hang on a second, and get back out here.” “Ooh, are you ever getting bossy, telling me what to do in my own home.” “Just be a good sister and do it -- please?” Dayna came back into the living room. Dean said, “I want you to see for yourselves why I brought Joey with me.” He looked at Joey expectantly. Joey promptly vanished, reappearing by the window, then disappeared again and popped back into view at Dean’s side. Dayna and Deidra both stared, suitably astonished. The four of them spent the whole afternoon talking about all the different aspects of the situation in detail. For Dayna and Deidra, the real eye-opener was the account of the strange voice and laughter the boys had heard, and what that voice had said: “Now you are starting to see the bigger picture.” None of them were quite sure how to interpret that. As Dean said, it might simply refer to finding someone who was not, apparently, a member of the family, yet shared the strange family characteristic of the power to shift things or people, or one’s own self. Dayna, however, suggested that it could just as likely refer to the whole area of second sight, mind reading, or sharing of thoughts, an area which they were, so far, just catching in momentary glimpses. Whichever it was, as Joey reminded them, there was clearly some form of intelligence at work here which was not their own. Deidra was the one who thought to ask Joey about his family background, reminding him that, for all of them, their unique abilities had descended through the matrilineal line. “As you might guess from my full name, Giuseppe Amadeo Florenzi, my family is Italian. They live in Toronto. Mother, father, a brother, and two sisters. I haven’t seen any of them in over ten years, not since my mother…” (and he spat the word out) “…found out I was gay and threw me out of the house for good. She and my father told me never to come back.” “Creeps.” Dayna’s tone was distinctly unfriendly. She’d plainly taken a shine to Joey already. “Joey, do any of them have any abilities like yours?” “Sorry, ma’am, but I….” “Oh, for heaven’s sake, Joey, call me Deidra – please!” “Sorry, Deidra. I don’t know if any of them have any of this, but if they did, I feel damn certain they’d keep it under wraps. Old line, strict Catholics, crippled by their religion, I’m sure they’d consider it the work of the devil.” “I’m sorry, too, Joey. I’m not asking you these questions to make you uncomfortable. It’s just that, based on our experience, it’s very likely that your mother has some such ability and that one or more of your siblings do as well. And if that’s so, then it’s likely that her mother also had it.” “One thing’s for sure, Deidra, I never saw or heard any sign or hint of it.” Dayna intervened. “Joey, maybe it’s time for you to do some research into the background of your family. Dean did it for us; he can show you how.” “Sounds like a plan. If you’ll excuse me a moment, can you point me to the washroom?” “Right through there on the left.” “Back in a minute.” As soon as Joey closed the bathroom door, Dayna leaned close to Dean and spoke quietly. “So, are you two boyfriends?” “Not really.” “Dean, get a grip! He thinks you are. It sticks out a mile on his face every time he looks at you or mentions your name. And what the hell is your problem, anyway?” “I don’t really know, Dayna.” “When is he flying home?” “Tomorrow morning.” “Okay, brother, after that, you and I are going to have a little talk about this.” At that point, Joey returned to the room, and Dayna sat back in her seat. Mission accomplished. Deidra looked at the clock on the wall, and said, “You know, it’s almost dinner time. What do you want to do?” Dayna said, “Good Mexican place just down the street here. How’s that sound?” Dinner time was lighter-hearted, more jovial, as they all knew better than to discuss their serious issues out in public. After they’d finished, Dean and Joey said goodbye to take the road back up to Carlsbad. Dayna hugged Joey close, patting him on the back, and Dayna did the same, kissing him on the cheek for good measure. As they drove north, Joey said, “Your mom and your sister said goodbye to me almost as if I were one of the family.” His tone carried a clear, unspoken implication of “so what’s holding you back?” Dean smiled. “Yes, I saw that. They obviously want you to know that you are family here. Quite aside of what happens between you and me, you’re family because you share our secret and our dilemma of how to live normally when we’re so abnormal by the standards of the world.” “And getting more and more abnormal by the day if the hints of mind-reading and second sight develop even more with time.” Without even thinking about it, Dean found that he had reached out and was holding Joey’s hand as he drove. No more words. They finished the drive to Carlsbad like that, hands joined, sharing the silence in a companionable unity. Back at Dean’s house, they climbed the stairs to the upper level and went into the bedroom. Joey placed his hand on Dean’s shoulder. Dean turned to face him, and Joey drew him closer, kissing Dean with full intention and emotion. Dean shuddered as the wave of feeling swept over him. Joey lifted off his lips just far enough to whisper into his ear, “Dean, I love you. I love you so much. And I want to be with you, from now on, the two of us, together against the world.” Dean quivered again. He had feared this would happen. At least he knew enough to share the simple, honest truth in return. “Joey, I get the same kinds of feelings about you, but I’m frightened. I can’t say it because I’m afraid of what might happen.” “Like what, love?” “I don’t know. In our situation, isn’t there enough reason to be afraid, without trying to pick it apart? I know that I want to be with you, but I’m just too frightened right now to go all in.” “I see.” Joey started to turn away. “Joey, please….” His hand fell on Joey’s shoulder. “What?” Dean moved behind Joey, wrapping his arms around him and placing his head, face down, on his shoulder. His voice came as a muffled murmur into Joey’s shirt, but Joey caught every word he said. “I need your help, Joey. I need you to give me the courage I lack, which you have – the courage to push my fears aside. I think you’re the only person who can help me to do that. Please…” and Dean gulped down his tears before going on, “…please don’t walk away from me.” It was a cry from the heart. And Joey understood, in his own terms, better than Dean gave him credit for. He knew only too well the pain of rejection, the anguish of being thrown brutally aside by those who you thought loved you. Joey could also hear the loneliness and longing in Dean’s voice – and this feeling, too, he thoroughly knew and hated. It was the bleak, hopeless emotion of knowing you were doomed to go through life alone, or else to live a lie with another person who could not safely be shown the whole of your true self. Joey knew that Dean represented a chance to live his whole truth with another man who could do the same with him. If he walked away now, would another such chance ever come his way? The two of them were faced with a unique opportunity, one which was almost certainly a one-time-only chance, but where Joey was completely ready to grasp it, Dean wasn’t. Joey knew he couldn’t blame Dean for that. And he believed the truth in the words when Dean said that he wanted to be with Joey but was still being ruled by his overwhelming, oppressive fears. Joey, his decision made, turned back to face Dean again, seeing clearly the fear in Dean’s face. “Come on, love, let’s get to bed. Time enough to hash all of this out another day.” Joey undressed Dean gently, carefully, setting his clothes aside one by one. He then walked Dean backwards to the bed and guided him down. After shedding his own clothes, Joey lay down on the bed beside him, and drew Dean into his embrace. He held Dean closely, tenderly, while Dean shuddered with tears and sobs of relief. Joey stroked him lightly, murmuring comforting sounds, while Dean cried his emotions out. At last, the emotional storm spent, Dean opened his eyes, reddened from crying, and looked at Joey. “I was right. I just can’t do this without you, Joey. And you were right too. The two of us against the world – that’s how it has to be.” “Just like that?” “Once I realized what was my biggest fear of all, the rest just didn’t matter any more.” “And your biggest fear of all was…?” “Losing you.” Dean took a deep breath and looked Joey squarely in the eye. “Joey, I love you.” “I love you, Dean.” “Show me now.” Moving slowly and dreamily, Joey slid up and down along Dean’s body while they stroked each other’s bodies. Each slide pumped up their two cocks a little more, going from a little chubby to well filled to solid to rock hard. As their cocks grew, their hands slowly applied more pressure to each other’s bodies, but still with the intention to stroke, to soothe, to reassure, to communicate. At last, Dean moved. Without any prompting, he lifted his legs up over and back, over his body, exposing his hole to Joey. Joey smiled, a little ironically. “Already? My, how soon we forget.” They both laughed. But Dean caught his eye and said, seriously, “I know this time is going to be different. I’m not the same man I was last night, and neither are you.” Joey understood at once what Dean was telling him. They were both different because they were now a part of each other. And Dean was trusting him, opening to him, telling Joey without words that he wanted Joey to be inside him, to love him, to demonstrate that new unity which had grown between them. It was time. Joey smeared the precum on his cock all around the head, and then placed the tip against Dean’s hole. Tonight, there was no resistance, no pressure to overcome. Dean opened right up and allowed Joey to enter. He slid in, slowly, smoothly, all the way to the bottom, and there was no protest, no struggle, no cry of pain. Dean had opened completely, and he and Joey were now joined completely together. Joey let himself down to lie full length along Dean’s body, and their mouths joined in an ongoing, deep kiss. Dean’s arms and legs curled around Joey, joining each other above his back, drawing him in until they were closer than close, closer than either of them had ever felt before with anyone else. Joey pumped slowly, smoothly, in and out of Dean’s hole, and Dean’s arms and legs felt the muscles in his body flexing as he went. Dean worked his hole on Joey’s cock, making him welcome, stroking him from the inside. They made love to each other, neither of them in a hurry, both of them allowing the full intensity of their coupling to penetrate as deeply into their hearts, minds, and souls as possible. When the time for the climax came, no words needed to be spoken, as they were both so fully in tune with each other. Without even trying, they came right together, Dean’s cock spilling his seed in between their abs as Joey’s cock swelled up and erupted inside Dean. And time stood still. At last, they rolled onto their sides, still embracing, with Joey still inside Dean, joined together in an incredible unity that was only partly physical and knowing that it would hold them until the end – although neither of them could foresee at the time what that end would be.

Great chapter, @Assmunch, you're really upping the suspense!

Chapter 4: The Discovery It was not a slick new car. Dean and Dayna both finished their final university years with Honors standing, and Ross came through with a gift that was far bigger and more unexpected than the sporty wheels the two of them had been envisaging. It also took a bit longer than they had expected, but he had let them know that the gift would arrive as soon as both of them were settled into financially stable careers. Dayna had no trouble landing a good office position with an expanding cruise line, while Dean soon nailed down a leading role in a firm which financed large real estate purchases for commercial clients all over North America. The gift came along with a clear, concise lesson in techniques to which they wisely gave their full attention. After all, Ross plainly hadn’t become and remained so wealthy on either a wing and a prayer or on pure blind luck. Armed with a blank cheque, each of the twins went house-hunting. Dayna wanted to stay in San Diego but get somewhere closer to the centre of town. Dean, on the other hand, had discovered a real soft spot for the smaller seaside town of Carlsbad up the coast, after spending a weekend there with friends. Ross came through with a 35 percent down payment on her condo and his house. To outward appearances, the twins had followed the expected path of young people in their situation, settling down to careers and homes. Marriages might reasonably be expected to follow. In reality, of course, both of them were struggling with the dynamics of dating, and for the same reasons. Dean had the bigger worry, as Dayna had pointed out to him on more than a few occasions, but she had her own need to be cautious about getting involved with someone. More and more, Dean found that he was consumed by the desire to try to discover how and why this peculiar trick had been landed on them. Dayna was less curious about that, but more worried about him and for him, due to his propensity for visiting people all over the country on nothing more than a wink and a nod, so to speak. The whole question of trying to figure out why it happened had led to a number of discussions between them, but no conclusive answers or decisions. Then fate stepped in and took the lead. It happened when Dean returned home from a wild weekend excursion to South Beach. It was pure bad luck that he popped up in nothing but a pair of tight glossy shorts just when he did. His mother was peering in the window by the door to see if he was home, since his car was in the driveway, but she had just rung the doorbell twice without getting a response. Dean was looking right at her when he popped into view. A knowing grin curved across her face as she knocked firmly on the door. Dean sighed -- and opened the door to admit her. Her opening words were entirely characteristic. “What died? Did you forget to take out the trash?” He laughed. “Plainly, I need to take a shower.” “Yes, you do.” “Be with you in ten, Mom – help yourself to the bar.” Ten minutes later, cleaned and dressed more appropriately, Dean sat down with his mother. “Mom, you’re not even surprised. You obviously knew.” “Of course.” “So… why haven’t we had this little talk sooner, rather than just before the week I turn 28? She nodded. “That’s a fair question. I’ve been wondering for years when something was going to happen. But tell me first, do we need to have this conversation with Dayna here too?” “I’d say so.” Dean grabbed his phone and messaged Dayna. R U at home & free now? Sure. Need to talk? “Is she busy?” Deidra asked. “No.” Deidra closed her eyes for a moment and Dayna appeared on the couch next to her. “What the fuck?” Dayna was understandably and forgivably startled to find herself suddenly sitting in Dean’s living room instead of in her own. Dean was hardly less surprised to see her there. Then she looked around at who else was present and her jaw dropped. “Mom, was that you?” Dayna’s voice was now both awe-struck and shaken. “Yes. I did that. I can shift other people, but not myself. Awkward. Dean, it’s pretty obvious that you can shift yourself around. Dayna, what’s yours?” For answer, Dayna closed her eyes and a cocktail glass appeared in her hand. “That’s what I was quietly enjoying at home – until suddenly I wasn’t.” Dayna’s tone carried a hint of reproach. “I think I might need something too, actually. Dean, could you…?” Dean walked over to the bar and poured a straight Scotch for himself. “Gin and tonic, Mom?” “Yes, thanks. Make it strong, please.” Dean came back with the drinks, handed the gin and tonic to Deidra, took a big gulp of his Scotch, and sat down with a slightly dazed expression on his face. Evidently, he was struggling to take it all in. “So all these years you’ve known that something was maybe going to happen to us – because it had already happened to you.” “Yes. In fact, I’ve been sure that it would happen -- just as this happened to my grandmother, and my mother, and her two brothers. But in the back of my mind, there was always this niggling doubt that maybe, just maybe, it would pass you by. So I kept quiet about it.” Dayna was starting to look a little mollified. “I guess that makes sense,” she admitted grudgingly. “But it didn’t pass us by,” Dean chimed in, “and now that we’re here, there are things I want to know. What about the rest of your family, Mom?” “Oh, yes, it got all of us. My Uncle Len – you might remember him from when you were little tykes -- had the same power as Dean. Uncle Ray was a shape-shifter. He could change his appearance, usually to become an elderly woman. Your grandmother, my mother Marcia, could move objects like Dayna can. My grandmother Lucy was a shape-shifter too. About her sisters, I don’t know.” Dayna asked the question that was forming in Dean’s mind as well. “Do you know how long this has been going on?” Deidra’s face clouded a bit. “Not really. If it came from anywhere, it would be my great-grandmother, going all the way back by the maternal line. My great-grandmother, Nora Ludlow, was a great one for keeping secrets, that’s for sure. Mom told me that she’d found out all kinds of intriguing things about her grandmother after Nora had died. My mom always suspected it had begun with Nora because there was no record or hint of anything before that.” Dayna spoke up. “Wait a moment, this sounds like it only passes on through the female members of the family. Not the men?” Deidra chuckled. “That would let Dean off the hook nicely, wouldn’t it? But I don’t actually know the answer to that. I’m an only child. Uncle Len had two step-children, and Uncle Ray was from the same tribe as Dean and had no children at all. My grandmother was one of three daughters, no sons. So it’s never actually been tested, as far as I know.” “Do you actually know anything about whether it came from your great-grandmother? Did your mother say so specifically?” “She told me that she’d asked her grandma once, and the only answer she got was, ‘You’ll have to ask the star man.’ Not very helpful.” “Ask the star man.” Dean pondered. “Kind of a weird thing to say.” “My thought exactly,” Dayna threw in. Dean looked at her oddly for a few seconds. “What’s wrong now, Dean?” “Dayna, have you ever noticed how often we’re thinking exactly the same thing, and how often we manage to…” “…finish each other’s sentences? I sure have. Mom, do you think that might be part of it too?” “I don’t know, Dayna. It might be an extra special something because you two are twins. Or it might just be an ordinary twin thing. Although there are times like this when the three of us are talking, and I can tell where one of you is going to take the conversation before you actually do it.” All three sat silent for a few moments, before Deidra went on. “Anyway, I’m glad to see that both of you have been so careful about keeping it under wraps. For sure, I had no idea whether anything had actually happened until you…” looking meaningly at Dean “…turned up the way you did just now.” Right on cue, Dean blushed. “Let me guess,” Dayna said drily, “He appeared in the house out of nowhere, underdressed to kill, and plainly fresh from some wild escapade in another city.” Deidra laughed and mockingly held her nose. “I wouldn’t say fresh at all. Phew!” Dean rolled his eyes. “For your information, it was a party in South Beach and the bathroom was somewhat full – I’ll let you fill in the blanks – which is why I decided to save showering until I got home. If people would let you know when they are planning to drop in….” “…or if people would have the good sense to materialize in their own bathroom instead of on the main floor.” Dayna was plainly enjoying taking a couple of little digs at Dean. She owed him a few, anyway, because of his jabs at the products of her latest preoccupation, an art class. Deidra laughed – but then she got serious again. “I’m sure both of you understand about the importance of keeping this a secret for as long as you possibly can. As I have done both with your father and with Ross. That took a lot of self-discipline, let me tell you – but it can be done. And Dean, not to sound like I’m picking on you in particular, but I can tell you that the more you use it, the harder it is to avoid using it at the wrong moment.” This time Dean didn’t roll his eyes. “I know. I’ve already had a couple of near misses when I slipped up.” They finished up the drinks, and Deidra and Dayna left, Deidra giving Dayna a ride back down to the city, with Dayna holding her now-empty cocktail glass. She couldn’t help chuckling at the thought that a single used cocktail glass could lead to some interesting questions if the police happened to stop them for any reason. Dean was left alone with his thoughts and concerns. It was true. Of the three of them, he was the only one using the power on a regular basis – really too regularly. He was treating it as a normal part of his life and getting careless as a result, like the time he materialized jammed up too close for comfort against a couple of older guys at a Pride event in P-town. Fortunately, he had laughed and charmed his way out of that one. Charming guys was a specialty of his, but it would have been a lot worse if he had appeared in front of the two men instead of pressed firmly up against the butts of what were plainly a pair of top bears. They’d growled and glared at him pretty fiercely, and he’d deserved that. It was definitely time to do some serious research into his family. Dean sat down with his tablet and set up an account with Ancestry, then began plugging in names and dates to see what would come up. After an hour or so, he had everyone traced as far back as his great-great-grandmother, and a generation or two beyond her. She’d been living in Chicago, he knew. Using the date, he searched and found an obituary. It mentioned that Nora Ludlow had passed away at the age of 49 in a hospital. When he searched the name of the hospital, he found that it was an insane asylum. He thought about that for a minute or two. Plainly, something had happened. Had Nora actually gone crazy and become delusional with her talk about a star man? Or was insanity the diagnosis if she became careless and talked too much about something the doctors couldn’t make any sense of? He thought the second theory was the more likely one. He couldn’t make anything clearly out of the “star man” bit, but it was obviously true that something extraordinary, in the most literal sense, had invaded their family’s genes. Weeks later, after talking to his mom again and going through some boxes of old family papers, that his mom had put into storage, he stumbled by chance on a letter his great uncle Len had written to Dean’s grandmother. In it was this sentence: “I hated to have to do it to Grandmother, but it was the only choice. She was talking too much and putting all of us in danger.” It sounded as if Len had gotten his grandmother committed. It would have been easy to do, especially if she’d been talking about a star man and – what was her power again? He turned back to the letter and scanned on down. “When she told the doctor that she could move things around, that made it all so simple.” There it was. Nora had talked – and she’d been locked up in a hospital for the insane, committed by her own grandson. Her granddaughter, Marcia, had carefully concealed this information from Nora’s great-granddaughter, Deidra. Dean shuddered a bit at the thought of an old-school asylum and what abuse and mistreatment his ancestor Nora might have suffered there. Despite his propensity for party-hopping, and despite fucking around at every chance he could get, Dean was no fool. He was now beginning to feel seriously frightened, sensing that Dayna had been right, and that his luck was going to run out. His entire family had been forced into hiding their true nature for generations, for their own self-protection. But he had been far too careless. He’d had so many near misses – how much longer could he get away with those slip-ups? Nor was Dean under any illusions about his likely treatment, if he got caught out doing his thing. It would probably be much nastier than what had happened to Nora. Dayna’s trenchant remarks years earlier about dissection tables might not even be the worst of it. Dean knew that his mother was right, that he needed to discipline himself, and stop treating this weird power as a merely convenient substitute for more normal methods of travel. But on the other hand, the circuit season was heating up. There were several big events coming along that he’d planned on attending. It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford to fly instead (he certainly could), but that flying was so damned slow and inconvenient. But he supposed he’d have to do it. He struck a compromise with himself. He’d fly to the ones that were a month or two out, but the big gathering in Atlanta, no. That was only a week away, and there was no way he’d get even a halfway-tolerable airfare, or a routing that didn’t involve multiple stopovers, on such short notice. “Okay, then,” he said to himself, “Atlanta it is, but let’s find some air tickets for the other ones.” A week later he materialized in a dark corner of a favourite hotel’s lobby in Atlanta, with a small carry-on bag in hand. Once he’d gotten checked in and established in a room, he prepared to go. This time, he sedately walked out the door and down the street to the convention centre. A quick visit to the extra-large cloakroom and he had checked his outer clothes and was ready to party. The huge auditorium was full of guys, all ages, all kinds of clothing, all of them sweaty and giving off that unmistakable smell of raw man and pheromones. As always, Dean found the air intoxicating – and he knew he wasn’t the only one. He got himself a drink, and relaxed against a wall, scoping out the crowd as it formed and shifted and re-formed in front of him. A good mix, he thought, with plenty of younger guys, a good selection of guys about his age, and plenty of good-looking older ones. He finished his drink and walked into the crowd, beginning his signature dance moves which were now much better than the average of the guys around him. The DJ was spinning some great house music and his body was responding on peak form. Dean liked music, he enjoyed moving to music and letting the beat rule him, and it clearly showed. In no time, he’d collected a small sub-crowd of younger guys. One or two of them attracted him a bit, but it was obvious that they were newbies, and he wasn’t in the mood for teaching the basics to `raw novices. As the night wore on, he moved slowly from group to group, spending time hanging with different guys, and falling into dance moves with some, then conversing with others when he went to refuel at the bar. His California tan was showing to advantage with the sweat glistening on his skin, especially with so many winter-pale northerners around him. By eleven o’clock, Dean was having a field day, having found himself drifting into the middle of a crowd of slightly older guys who were quite taken with his trim young body. Nor did he mind staring at them, since these guys had well-toned bodies and some definitely pleasing bulges and asses among them. In no time, they were all dancing up a storm in a tightly packed group. Dean particularly enjoyed being sandwiched between two hung guys with his cock rubbing against the butt of the guy in front of him while the guy behind humped against his spandex-clad ass. Dean plunged his hands down the waistband of the guy in front, playing with his cock, while the guy behind did the same to him. Then Dean transferred one hand to the guy behind him and found his cock already hanging out and prodding insistently at his butt. Dean could feel the spandex shorts sliding down off his ass and the man’s cock digging into his crack. He looked around and nobody was noticing. In fact, he was pretty sure that some of the other guys around him were also getting fucked by this time. In any case, the tight-packed circle of men around him were blocking anyone farther away from seeing what was happening. Dean leaned back and moaned as the cock slowly penetrated his ass. Meanwhile, the guy in front of him was gyrating against his bulge and had started to slide his own briefs off. Dean pulled down the front of his shorts, and let his cock pop out, then pulled the guy back against it. The man pulled his briefs right down, grabbed Dean’s cock, and jammed it deep inside himself. Just like that, Dean found himself in the middle of a fuck sandwich on the floor of a massive Atlanta dance party, right out in the open in plain sight of everyone else there. It was a totally wild sensation, and a massive turn-on for him. He’d been in a few orgies after that memorable first one at the pool party in Palm Springs, but he had never had sex so completely openly in public for the whole world to see it – and it was making him incredibly horny. The three of them swayed together as a single unit, cocks sliding in and out to the insistent beat of the house music. It didn’t take long for the three of them to get fully heated up. Dean blew two massive loads in five minutes, the first one up the ass of the guy taking his cock, and the second one on the floor after that guy left to go and shit his load out. It was crazy. He’d never cum a second time that quickly since he was a desperately horny teenager, and here he was – already feeling the sexual tension mounting in his balls for a third round. This time, another guy in the group dropped to his knees and swallowed Dean’s cock, while the guy behind him increased the force and speed of his strokes, pounding fast and hard into Dean’s hot hole. The guy blowing Dean was busily beating his own cock at the same time. It was all going to happen, and it was going to happen soon. Dean yelled aloud and blasted down the throat of the guy blowing him, the contractions of his muscles forced his fucker to shoot off a huge load inside his ass, and the guy on his cock gulped and swallowed as his own cock erupted all over the floor. After a minute, they slowly separated. All three of them had that “all gone” look on their faces which said, clearer than any words, “What an awesome fuck!” They hugged and kissed as the group slowly opened up and spread out, revealing two loads of sperm on the floor but no other sign of what had just happened. Dean stood there, unsure of his next move. And that’s when the hand tapped him on the shoulder. “Well. That was an interesting show you just put on. I wasn’t expecting to see you here. That was a lot wilder than what I saw and felt the last time I met you -- Dean.” Dean spun around, trying to make out the face of the man who’d spoken to him. What he saw clearly first was the halo of black curly hair around the face. “Joey?”

Chapter 3: The Party Animal Dean and Mike continued to meet up for another year or so. Neither wanted it to be any kind of committed relationship so it ended up as a perfect friends-with-benefits situation. They spent a total of twenty or so nights together, taking turns at topping and bottoming. Then Mike surprised Dean by announcing that he had met a guy online for whom he had really strong feelings, and that he was going to stop seeing Dean so he could pursue this new direction. Truth be told, Dean was happy. He’d enjoyed his times with Mike, very much in fact, but he was feeling hornier and more adventurous by the day, and really wanted all those Friday and Saturday nights free to get out and explore on his own. And after all, as Dean realized but Mike did not, Dean had a far bigger playground than Mike – basically, he had the entire country, as long as he knew exactly where he was going before he went. Mike and Stirling put a period to that chapter in Dean’s life (or so they said, anyway) by having him over for dinner once they’d moved in together, into a new apartment in Albuquerque. Mike apologized for making Dean travel all that distance to meet Stirling, but Dean reassured him (with entire accuracy) that “It’s nothing, don’t mention it.” Dean tried his best during the evening to play it cool, but he couldn’t deny that Stirling’s lean, muscled swimmer’s build and flaming red hair turned his crank mightily. It didn’t help matters at all when Stirling began playing footsies with him under the dinner table as they enjoyed the ginger-soy cashew chicken. Dean glanced uncomfortably at Mike, but Mike had this huge, dirty grin plastered all over his face and that’s when Dean realized what was really on the menu for the night. After they’d finished eating, Mike “volunteered” to clean up the dishes while Stirling and Dean adjourned to the living room with freshly-refilled wine glasses. By the time Mike finished kitchen duties, the other two were sitting on the sofa, mouths locked together and hands busily exploring bodies and working on buttons and belts. Mike promptly sat down on Dean’s other side and pulled Dean’s button-down shirt, no longer buttoned, away from his shoulder which he then began kissing. At the same time, Mike’s other hand was occupied with snaking its way into the back of Dean’s trousers. Dean had his hand buried in the front of Stirling’s pants, and Stirling was busily massaging Dean’s bulge on the outside. In a few more minutes, they were all in the bedroom together, stripped naked, and with cocks jutting aggressively into the air. In what seemed like no time, the three arranged themselves in a triangle, mouths to cocks all around. After a few minutes, Mike barked, “Flip!” and all three of them rolled onto their faces, changing the targets from cocksucking to rimming. Stirling had his face buried in Dean’s ass, and Dean was moaning like crazy from his virtuoso skills at eating butt. All the moaning, of course, translated into vibration that drove Mike crazy as Dean ate him. And Mike was far from an also-ran as his mouth worked deeper and deeper into Stirling’s crack. But then Stirling got impatient. “I need to fuck this cute hole.” Dean looked over his shoulder, and grinned. “Be my guest.” In another minute, Stirling had his cock embedded in Dean’s hole, and Mike was behind Stirling, slowly working his dick into his man’s tightly-muscled butt. It took a bit of time to establish the motion, but soon Stirling was moving back and forth between the other two, sinking deep into Dean as Mike pulled out, and then backing up onto Mike as he slowly withdrew from Dean. He was getting the best of both worlds, fucking and being fucked at the same time. And Dean was a bit jealous. “Damn, Stirling, that must feel amazing, being in the middle of a fucking sandwich like that.” “Got that right. You want to try it?” And just like that, Dean got to notch up another first in his rapidly-growing list of sex talents, as the line detached and then reformed, with Dean in the centre, cock buried in Stirling’s sweet ass while Mike got behind Dean and played a return date inside his hole. Dean got into it right away, sliding back and forth between the other two as if he’d been practising the skill for years. In no time, his skillful thrusts had Stirling moaning and groaning aloud while Mike was pounding some similar noises out of Dean. “Oh, God, this feels so incredible – taking it and giving it all at once – fuck, you guys are driving me nuts. Can’t hold on much longer….” Mike shut him up by thrusting in even harder and faster, which had the effect of forcing Dean to also speed up his assault on Stirling’s ass. But time was running out. “Fuck… fuck… fuck… FUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!” Dean’s ass clamped down tight on Mike’s cock as his own tool convulsed, spewing his hot cum load inside Stirling. That set Mike off and he pumped his load deep into Dean. Stirling was a bit slower off the mark, and that gave him time to pull off Dean, yank Dean away from Mike, spin him around, and shove his cock deep and hard back into Dean’s ass. Dean let out a yell as he felt Stirling jamming it into him and instantly shooting inside him, mingling his cum with Mike’s inside their guest’s body. All three of them flopped down on the bed, and Dean apologized for cumming too soon. Mike grinned at him devilishly. “Well, nobody said that was it for the night, did they?” As the evening wore on, Dean got another chance to fuck and breed Mike, and then sat back and watched in awe as Mike made love to Stirling. It made Dean feel like something between an outsider and a voyeur to see the way that they joined themselves together, as their wild sex was shaped, paced, coloured, and heightened by all the feelings and emotions they felt towards each other. This was a kind of intimacy that went far beyond just feeling skin against skin and working up to a climax or two, or more. After that, it was obvious that it was time for Dean to go. He scrubbed up in the shower, had a last round of passionate kisses with Mike and Stirling, thanked them for an incredible evening, and went his way. Moments later, back in his home in California, he wasn’t altogether surprised to discover that he was feeling jealous. It wasn’t that he’d wanted Mike to himself – that he knew for certain. He’d been so bowled over by their display of love for each other. What made him jealous, and he was honest enough to admit it, was the way that they had each other while he had nobody. It was the first time Dean had realized that he actually wanted to have a committed relationship with somebody. But Dean knew that he would have to keep wanting. He couldn’t chance it, because of his fear that he would never be able to let his guard down enough to bring another man that fully into his life. It would mean letting his partner know about his secret and that, Dean felt, simply wasn’t safe. Not to forget that it was Dayna’s secret too, and the two of them had to form a solid bloc against a world that would certainly threaten them both if their abilities became known. Dean flopped into bed, physically drained and satiated, but emotionally unsatisfied. The emotional vacancy in his life continued gnawing at him over the next few months. Like many horny young men in his situation, he tried to vent his complex emotions by going hog-wild into sex at every opportunity. “Opportunity,” as it turned out, knocked not just once but virtually every Friday and Saturday night, and often at other times of the week too. Dean had finally gotten tired of being stared at in the country club by Jaysen Macaleister. He cornered his target one day in the empty change rooms, steering Jaysen into the end shower booth, locking the door, and pulling his quarry’s towel off. Dean had to admit that Jaysen was much better looking when undressed than with clothes on. That was particularly true of his nicely rounded ass cheeks, which were so maddeningly hidden under the baggy shorts he wore when he left the bar long enough to put in an occasional appearance at the pool. Dean dropped to his knees and proceeded to eat Jaysen into a fever of excitement, lavishing plenty of tongue action on his plump buns and digging deep into the crack to lick, suck, and finally tongue-fuck his tight little rosebud. By the time he was ready to go for the main event, Jaysen was babbling almost uncontrollably about wanting that dick inside his ass – at least, until Dean harshly whispered at him to “Shut up, you fool, you want the whole club in here, listening to you beg for it like a street-corner slut?” Dean pulled off his speedo, rolled it up into a ball, and stuffed it, crotch first, into Jaysen’s mouth. “Here, chew on this, it’ll keep you quiet!” With that, he pushed Jaysen up against the wall and planted his cock against the hole. With only a little pressure it popped right inside and – could it be? – was quickly lubricated with warm liquid. “Well, aren’t you the horny little slut, Macaleister, chasing after me all that time and then offering me sloppy seconds. I wonder who drilled you and pumped his load into you already? Was he one of the staff? A member? Maybe that bartender you spend so much time hanging around with?” Jaysen tried to moan something in reply around Dean’s wet swimsuit, but Dean barked at him to shut up and then shoved his cock all the way into Jaysen until he bottomed out. Jaysen emitted a gurgle, all the scream he could manage with his mouth stuffed, and Dean began pumping into his ass deep and fast. Jaysen was probably surprised that the mild-mannered Dean had turned out to be such a fucking sex animal, but Dean was at least as surprised to realize that he was actually enjoying this dominant role. He kept pounded away at Jaysen’s sweet round ass for another minute before realizing that he was going to cum and fast. To hell with holding off, he thought, and just hammered away at top speed until his cock erupted inside Jaysen’s hot, wet hole. Even at that, Dean barely slowed down. As soon as he’d finished cumming, he immediately started slam-fucking Jaysen once more. Jaysen was moaning and mumbling up a storm, squirming around under Dean’s relentless assault. But they weren’t moans of protest. When Dean started to slow down a bit, focusing on just the head of his cock and the ring, Jaysen emitted a loud moan, grabbed back at Dean’s hips, and shoved himself right back onto his fucker’s cock at full length. It took about five minutes longer this time, but that was all – and then Dean was shooting a second load, smaller but no less forceful, into Jaysen’s now very full ass. The mingled juices of at least two tops were leaking and squelching out around Dean’s tool as he slammed in the last few squirts of another epic orgasm. When Dean finally softened and slipped out of Jaysen’s battered hole, a steady river of cum followed him, running down Jaysen’s legs towards the floor and the drain. Dean leaned in and whispered wickedly, “I’d tell you to close it up and keep my cum inside you, but it looks like you’ve totally lost control of your hole.” He then pulled his wadded-up speedo out of Jaysen’s mouth. Jaysen just quivered and gasped for air. Finally he managed to say, “Holy shit, I’ve never had a fuck like that before!” Dean said nothing -- just squirted a handful of soap and started washing off his cock, then scrubbed down Jaysen’s well-used ass, and washed the rest of the cum off his legs. When they came out at last, the forty-something caretaker was waiting for them with a knowing grin on his face. “Thanks for keeping me waiting this long to clean the place and lock up!” – this with a curled lip and in a sarcastic tone of voice. “At least I locked the entrance so nobody else can sneak in behind me.” Jaysen began apologizing, but Dean just laughed at him. “And you had nothing better to do while waiting except to stand here, leaning on your mop?” Dean laughed again. He’d seen the bulge in the front of the caretaker’s work pants, partly because the caretaker was rubbing it so blatantly that he couldn’t possibly miss it. He winked at the caretaker, and then whispered something in Jaysen’s ear. Jaysen looked, laughed, and reached under his towel to play with his ass again. In no time at all, the caretaker was as naked as Dean and Jaysen, clothes discarded in a heap on the floor while Jaysen sucked on his curving cock and Dean ate out his furry ass. All the while, the guy – whose name was Mark – was urging them on, telling them to get ready because he intended to fuck both of them for causing him so much trouble. Once they had him completely wound up and ready to go, the two younger guys followed his orders and bent over the bench in the middle of the room while Mark felt their asses and teased their holes. “Shit, man,” he said to Jaysen, “Your hole is so loose and wet already – how many cocks have you had in there today before me?” “Four,” Even Dean raised his eyebrows a trifle. Jaysen was a far bigger slut than he had guessed. “I’m gonna make it five. And I want you,” and he leaned down close to Dean’s ear, “to start loosening yours up with your fingers, because I’ll be going inside there, too, before long.” With that, he gave a vicious thrust with his hips which yanked a yell out of Jaysen’s throat as Mark’s thick tool blasted his hole open. Dean winced at the obvious cry of pain, and obediently began fingering and flexing his hole to try to get ready. Mark sawed his way in and out of Jaysen’s tortured ass for a couple of minutes, then pulled out and moved over to Dean. “Your turn, pretty boy.” Mark wasn’t any kinder to Dean, and Dean yelled even louder. Mark slapped him. “Shut the fuck up and take it like a man. Gay boys today, they’re such weak little sissies.” Privately, Dean vowed to make Mark pay for that remark. Meanwhile, he concentrated on biting his tongue to stop himself from yelling any more, even though his ass was on fire. Mark pounded in and out of him for about three minutes, then switched back to Jaysen. As Mark pounded Jaysen again, Dean reached back and felt his hole. Sure enough – blood. Mark had ripped him. Then Mark was back inside him again, slamming deep and hard until Dean was actually seeing stars. In his mind, Dean was quietly praying for the torture to stop, but making good and damn sure to picture himself only here in the locker room when it did. Mark switched back to Jaysen and went nuts in his ass again, this time starting to chant that he was about to cum, that he was going to breed two sissy ass cunts with one load. Mark gave several loud grunts and locked up against Jaysen’s ass, squirting into him. After two shots he pulled out and quickly slammed inside Dean, giving him the rest of his load. After Mark finished, he pulled out, walked away without a word and started one of the showers running. Dean whispered to Jaysen, “Get ready to grab his arms. I’m going to get him by the hips and fucking slam my cock into him. You grab him so he can’t get away.” They walked quietly over to the shower stall, peered in, and Dean gestured silently, “One, two, three, GO.” Then he leaped into the stall and got Mark around the hips while Jaysen went for his arms, pinning them against the wall as Dean shoved his cock deep into Mark’s hairy ass. Mark grunted loudly. “Fuck, I take back what I said about sissies. You two really know how to fight back. Fucking pound my hole!” Watching Dean giving Mark a taste of his own medicine was making Jaysen rock hard again. Dean, too, was hyper-excited, and only needed a couple of minutes driving full-length into Mark’s ass before he was ready to let his load fly. He came, hard, deep inside Mark’s hole. He then pulled out and reached up to pin Mark’s hands so Jaysen could take his place in the caretaker’s ass. Jaysen was even more turned on than Dean had been and took only a minute or so to reach the point of no return. By the time he was ready to cum, Mark was too, and his load shot out of his cock against the shower wall as Jaysen bred his hot hole with a fresh injection of sperm. With that, they all cleaned up and shook hands goodbye as if it had been a business meeting. That made Dean laugh when he thought about it again later. His final verdict on the evening, in his own mind, was that Jaysen was good for a B grade, while he was prepared to give the caretaker an A-. That was far short of Mike and Stirling who had both ranked as cum laude with an A++. Dean never did find out if the caretaker got into trouble for being so late locking up that night. Dean had to take some time off from his wild sexual antics while he waited for his ass to heal from the wild fuck with Mark. It never happened again, but Mark never failed to wink at Dean (or Jaysen) any time he passed one of them in the halls of the club. During that compulsory time out, Dean realized that all his frantic pursuit of hot sex was definitely interfering with his grades. Ross had promised him a “special present” if Dean made Honors, and he was determined not to miss out on that. He guessed that it was likely to be a slick new car, and when he compared notes with Dayna, he found that she was making the same guess. Dean decided that he had better lay off for a while, not just until his ass healed but until the end of the semester, or at least until he had nailed down the requisite standing in all his courses. Well, after one last event that he’d been told about by a friend, and that he’d been planning on attending and enjoying for some time. Two weeks later, Dean just “turned up” at a big pool party in Palm Springs, and again enjoyed a very entertaining time. This was a charity fundraiser event, and Dean kicked in with a donation notably bigger than the set ticket price, just to square his conscience for “dropping in” at the event uninvited. Nobody seemed to mind. Dean was one of several dozens of good-looking guys in their twenties standing and sitting around or in the pool, idly flexing their muscles every so often to keep the heat up. The rest of the crowd were mostly older men, but a lot of them were in good shape too, and well worth a look in any company. For the first couple of hours, through a round of drinks and a light buffet lunch, followed by an official presentation, everyone behaved reasonably well – although Dean could tell that some of the younger fellows were sticking in the pool to hide their erections. The official party event ended at 3:00, and the caterers, servers, D.J., and social reporters all left – but most of the guests remained. As the afternoon wore on towards evening, the swimsuits began coming off and the cocks all rose as the sun set. Soon there were couples making out, sucking, and fucking all around the pool and inside the house, and the charity party had become a full-on orgy. After enjoying a first round of fun in a cute twink’s tight ass, and sucking at a couple of other cocks, Dean found himself in a small pack of groupies hanging around and listening to the famous porn star, Rod Rammer. This notorious stud had no trouble at all keeping up an erection, and he wasn’t even cheating by wearing a cockring. Much to Dean’s surprise, Rod took a real shine to him, and soon made it clear that it was time for the others in the group to move along. Dean was a little more doubtful – Rod’s giant cock could definitely be classified as a deadly weapon – but the urge to go for it was more than he could argue down. After a few minutes of making out, Dean found himself lying on his face on a poolside lounger and taking what was definitely the biggest cock he’d ever encountered. He had to struggle to relax enough, but Rod was as considerate a fucker off screen as he was a vicious cock-thug on screen, and he took his time until Dean had finally opened up enough to take most of that eleven inches of dick. Dean wasn’t sure what was wilder, the idea of being drilled by such a massive tool, getting fucked by such a famous porn name, or having a crowd of men standing all around and watching them go at it while jerking off. Rod Rammer was famous for his multi-squirt money shots and when he came inside Dean, he pulled out after the first four squirts and still had plenty left to pump out over his back – where it mixed with the loads that several of the other guys dropped all over him at the same time. Dean, though, didn’t come. He’d been too concentrated on trying to relax. As he stood up, finally catching his breath, one of the onlookers came up and took hold of his still-erect cock. “No way could I take that monster you just got inside you, but I’d love to have you pound me and breed me with this one.” He was a hard-bodied man, looking about forty, with prematurely silver hair, and Dean nodded agreement. In just a few minutes, he had Wyatt lying where he had been, and had his cock buried all the way inside Wyatt’s hole. Wyatt was definitely a kisser, and Dean didn’t mind that at all. Soon they shifted into missionary so they could make out while Dean was fucking. Wyatt called him “son” once, and Dean picked that up right away. The silver hair helped, and in no time Dean found himself playing his first daddy scene. “You like having your boy fuck you, Daddy?” “God, yes, son, I love having you deep in my hole, your cock stretching me and filling me.” After some more porn-predictable dialogue along those lines, and a few more minutes of high-energy fucking, Wyatt began panting that he was going to cum and urged Dean to cum right with him – making it clear that he wanted Dean’s load inside his body. Dean complied, firing a first big shot deep up into Wyatt’s colon and then adding four or five more smaller pulses before pulling out and drizzling the last of his load onto Wyatt’s abs. He finished his day off by taking a load from the host of the party, the owner of the mansion, who wasn’t into fucking but loved getting his cock sucked off. Dean was good with that, as his own ass and cock were both a bit tired out. He gave the man full measure, taking and swallowing his load. But Dean had to hold back a laugh as he reflected that this load was the most literal “money shot” of the entire party. As the night air cooled things down a bit, the party moved indoors, and Dean took that as his cue to move along. He wandered aimlessly back onto the patio, where the pool was finally empty, found and pulled his speedo on, and then walked around and vanished behind one of the bushes at the far end of the immense property. Literally, of course.

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Chapter 2: The Secret Dean suddenly appeared in a hotel room in Edmonton, in the same split second as he vanished from the staircase outside Joey’s apartment in Montreal – thousands of kilometres and two time zones farther east. He glanced around, recognized his bags, and heaved a sigh of relief. It had worked again. Of course, there was always a risk that it would go wrong. It had, a few times. Once or twice, he had even committed the ultimate faux pas by winding up in another country – which meant that he was there without having legally entered and without a passport. He’d undoubtedly be breaking the law by doing so, no matter where he went. Sure, if he got arrested, he could always escape from custody the same way he arrived, but that would definitely blow his cover – and this was the one thing he was determined not to do. He looked out the window, scowling in displeasure at the flying clouds of snow flickering in the streetlights far below. Edmonton was one place he hated to get stuck in the winter, even if it was good for business. Everyone always said Winnipeg was worse, but for Dean it was a 50-50. He needed some sun in the worst way. But for now, he had to get some sleep, so he’d be ready to travel home tomorrow. He stripped off his clothes, right down to his tight shorts. He hesitated a second, and then peeled those off too. Climbing into bed, he pulled up the sheet – and then realized that he was still thinking about Joey, and it was making him hard again. Joey had definitely been one of the hottest fucks he’d enjoyed in many a moon. He lay there, idly stroking, enjoying the vision in his head of Joey being there in the room with him, sucking him off. He stroked his cock harder, faster, peeling the sheet back again as he neared his climax. In his mind, the dream rolled on until he grabbed his cock, jerking hard, and unloaded all over Joey’s beautiful face with his puppy dog eyes shut to avoid getting stung by the cum. Dean ran his hands up and down his body, smearing his cum all over himself, and fell asleep like that. In the morning, he enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, and then packed up his last items and got a cab for the long, long ride out to the airport. Like so many other travelers before him, he couldn’t help wondering why the airport had been built so many miles out in the farmland surrounding the city. Eventually, he got checked in for his flight. Two planes, a two-hour layover, and not so much as a single hot flight attendant later, Dean finally staggered off the second flight of the day in San Diego. It was just on sunset, but the air was comfortably warmer than it had been that morning in Edmonton (it would have been hard to be much colder, he thought). He grabbed his car from the parking garage, drove north with no more than the usual crazy traffic to his home in a modern suburb of Carlsbad, walked into his house, put down his bags with a sigh of relief – and found a woman, a blue-eyed blonde, sitting there, waiting for him. “Well, what’s made you look so wiped out?” “As if you didn’t know, Dayna. It’s been a long day of travel.” “I don’t know why you don’t just blink.” “Riiiight. And have the authorities of two countries all on the hunt for me because I didn’t enter America properly. You know I never, ever take chances with the TSA and Homeland Security.” He flopped into his favourite armchair. He then noticed that Dayna had two tall glasses of something that looked very cool and refreshing in front of her. Before he had a chance to make a barbed comment, she closed her eyes for a second – and one of the drinks vanished, only to reappear, instantly, on the table at Dean’s elbow. “Thanks, Dayna.” He sipped the cocktail appreciatively. “That really hits the spot.” “You’re welcome.” “I get so tired of it sometimes. I’ll bet you do, too.” “Of what?” “You know. The constant mental precautions. The careful policing of your own thoughts every second of the day.” “Honestly, Dean, I think you have it worse. If I shift something at the wrong time, I can probably shift it right back without anyone noticing. But you… hell, if you shift yourself, there’s practically no way you can set it straight without being noticed, at one place or the other.” “Trust me, it’s happened a few times – starting right on the day I did it for the first time.” Dean thought for a minute, and then giggled. “Did I ever tell you about the time I accidentally did it in the deep end of the pool at the country club, and suddenly appeared, dripping wet in my speedos, in the members’ lounge?” “Why did you do that? You idiot!” “Oh, it wasn’t intentional. I just let my guard down at the end of the first ten laps because the water felt so good – and I started thinking I should visit the bar in the lounge as my next stop after I’d finished my workout.” That set Dayna giggling too. “I’d have liked to be a fly on the wall for that one.” “As far as I know, the only person who spotted me was Jaysen Macaleister.” “Was he in his usual fully lubricated condition?” “Affirmative. So I took a deep breath and got back underwater in the deep end of the pool pronto – and got away with it. I mean, who’s he ever going to tell that to?” “And even if he did, they’d just think he dreamed the whole thing because he was in his cups and had a serious case of the hots for you.” “Which he does.” They both laughed again. But then Dayna became serious once more. “You know, Dean, we crack jokes about this all the time, but what do we do if someone actually catches one of us in the act and calls in some official interference?” “I don’t know, Dayna. I’ve had my mind preoccupied with finding out how or why this happened to both of us.” “Well, it’s pretty obvious that it happened to both of us because we’re twins. Otherwise, I would have said that something this good should only happen to the intelligent one – which doesn’t happen to mean you.” “Smart ass.” “I’ll give you smart. But seriously, Dean, I’m getting nervous. It’s a feeling that’s been growing on me all year. Please, be extra-extra careful with it for the next while, will you?” “Is this why you came to see me?” “Yes. No particularly clear information, just a sense that the clock is ticking, and time is running out – for both of us.” “Okay. I’ll be careful – and so will you, of course.” Mentally, Dean shelved the visit he’d been planning on making to the baths tonight. He wasn’t sure how much good he could have done there anyway, being still so drained – in more than one sense – from his escapade with Joey. He walked Dayna to the door, and hugged her goodnight, wondering as he did why he hadn’t seen her car. But there it was on the driveway, behind his – and it definitely hadn’t been parked there when he’d come home. Good thing the driveway was well shielded with trees. He chuckled again at his sister’s finesse. Dean sat down again in his favourite armchair and sipped at the drink Dayna had made him. He was thinking back over the whole span of his life. Apart from the absence of his father, who had left his mother when the twins were two years old, it had been the most normal, unremarkable life until he was fourteen years old. Puberty hit Dean faster than it did many contemporaries, and he knew that his dick was the subject of much awed speculation in the locker room because it grew so far and so fast. His friends all thought it was just because of their normal, sleazy locker room chatter about girls, but Dean had already fallen into his first infatuation, fallen hard, with a well-built older boy as the object of his lust. He and Mike belonged to the same swimming club, but Mike was much older – nineteen or so. Just thinking about Mike’s slab-like pecs and abs or the healthy bulge in his speedo was enough to get Dean revved up, and he knew damn well exactly what he wanted to do to Mike and get Mike to do to him. That, of course, had made swimming practices doubly hard for Dean, as anyone who’s ever tried to conceal a hard-on in a speedo will know. He had been fearfully embarrassed when Dayna had walked into his room without knocking and caught him jerking off to a picture of Mike in the photo pages of the previous year’s club yearbook. It hadn’t fazed her at all, and she wasn’t even particularly surprised to find that Dean was gay. But he’d still felt embarrassed about it. Even more unnerving than the realization that he was gay had been the other discovery which he’d had the same year. A group of his friends were going to a movie at a multiplex downtown and Dean hadn’t had enough money to go (his single mom was struggling to make ends meet and he couldn’t ask her). He’d sat in his room with his eyes closed, feeling sorry for himself and wishing he could go with his friends to see the movie…. …and was startled by a sudden loud rumble of traffic noise. He’d opened his eyes to find that he was standing on the sidewalk outside the multiplex. He was so shocked that it was all he could do to look around. He could see his friends approaching along the sidewalk, about a block away. But suddenly, Dean didn’t want to go to the movie after all. He was too scared by what had just happened, and he needed time to think. He turned away and walked quickly, past the theatre entrance and around the corner, until he came to a dark alleyway. It was bare and deserted, no hiding places for anyone who might be planning to jump him. Dean puzzled over what had just happened. All he could think of was that he’d had his eyes closed and was wishing he could go to the movie. Then he thought, Wait a minute, I actually pictured myself walking up to the theatre with my friends. Let’s see, now…. He closed his eyes again and pictured his bedroom. The city noises abruptly vanished. He opened his eyes and, sure enough, he was right back at home, sitting exactly where he had been just a couple of minutes earlier. Wow. This is so freaking weird. Try another one. Dean had a favourite place he loved to go – a spot in a nearby park where a small stream flowed over a little waterfall and under a footbridge. Whenever life got to be too much for him, he would ride there on his bike and sit on the bank, listening to the gentle chuckling music of the stream flowing over the small falls. He closed his eyes, pictured the spot, and immediately heard the familiar song of the flowing stream. He opened his eyes long enough to verify that he was in the right place, so to speak, and found an elderly couple who were walking in the park staring at him curiously from the bridge. Panicking, he quickly closed his eyes and visualized his room again. And again it worked. He sat there, shaking and breathing deeply, trying to steady himself. What had he just discovered about himself? Was it a fluke? Was it going to last? Why had it happened? So many questions and no answers. Dean needed in the worst way to talk to someone, and “someone” could only be his twin sister. He walked down the hall, took a deep breath, and knocked on her door. “Come in.” He went in and sat down on the chair. Dayna was sitting up on her bed, busily engaged in painting her fingernails. “Dayna, I’ve just had the weirdest experience.” “Do tell.” This, in a classic disinterested teenager voice. “I’ll do better than that. I’ll show you. But you’d better stop painting your nails for a minute.” He pictured himself at the far end of the room, behind Dayna, and closed his eyes for a moment. “Dean?” “Right here, behind you.” She spun around to see him standing by the window. Then he closed his eyes and vanished again, to meet her eyes when she turned back around and saw him sitting calmly on the chair. “Very clever, Dean.” Dean was surprised mainly because Dayna didn’t look surprised. “Now, smart boy, watch this.” She closed her eyes for a split second, and a neatly folded blanket on the foot of the bed vanished, to reappear draped across Dean’s lap. Another second and it was back on the bed. “Dayna, what the hell is going on with us?” “I don’t know. Tell me now what happened to you.” Dean told her the whole story about the movie theatre and the park. Her eyes widened when he mentioned the elderly couple who’d seen him. “Shit, Dean, now that’s scary. Did you know them?” “I don’t think so.” “Better hope they didn’t recognize you.” Now Dean was beginning to feel a bit scared too. Her tone of voice was so serious, unusually so for Dayna, and it was clear that she was frightened for him. But he had another question that he wanted to ask her. “Dayna, have you ever moved yourself somewhere else the way I did?” “No, But I’ve never tried.” “Try it now. Just picture yourself being somewhere else, some specific place.” She closed her eyes, but nothing happened. “Nope. What about you, Dean? Can you move the blanket like I did?” He closed his eyes for a second, then opened them and looked. “Only by getting up and grabbing it.” “Interesting. So each of us has a weird kind of power of shifting from place to place, similar but not identical – because I can shift objects, but you can shift yourself.” “I just found this out half an hour ago. Dayna, how long have you known?” “About a year now. Oh, wait, there’s a thought….” “What do you mean?” “Dean, it hit both of us right when we were in the middle of going through puberty. Whatever it is or whatever causes it, it seems that puberty is the trigger.” Just then, the door opened, and their mother stuck her head in. “Ah-hah! What are you two troublemakers cooking up now?” Dayna emitted a monumental sigh and rolled her eyes as only a fourteen-year old girl can do. “Mom, whatever!” Dean merely laughed. “Can you both be ready for six o’clock? We’re going out for dinner tonight.” Two affirmatives and two nods later, and the door closed again. Dean thought for a few moments. “Dayna, do you think we could ask her?” “Not much point. She’s far too preoccupied right now to want to hear about our worries. Ross.” Dean nodded. Ross was a handsome man a few years older than their mother who had met her a few months earlier – and was mightily taken with her. Dayna and Dean (Dayna especially) had been all set to dislike him when their mother informed her that they were going to meet her new “special friend,” as she put it, but to their surprise Ross had turned out to be a likable, easy-going guy who talked to the kids almost as equals, not patronizing them or trying to assume any kind of control over them. It had also helped that Ross was plainly a man of considerable means and enjoyed taking all three of them out to dinner every couple of weeks. Of course, he took their mother, Deidra, out much more often until the point where he had proposed. Dean and Dayna shelved their conversation while they prepared to go out, but it was a conversation often resumed in the weeks and months ahead as they tried to decide – as a team – how to handle the bizarre twist of fate that had landed them with these peculiar powers. Two things had become very clear to both of them. One was that they had to control what they were thinking very carefully so they wouldn’t end up accidentally causing an incident. The other was that they both had to be super-cautious about not letting anyone catch them exercising their powers. Dean hadn’t fully realized the importance of this at first, but Dayna had brought him down to earth with a bump by mentioning medical science and dissection tables – in somewhat gruesome detail. When they were sixteen years old, their lives suddenly and abruptly changed. Ross and Deidra got married, and suddenly the twins found themselves yanked out of their bland, boring middle-class existence in Los Angeles and landed in a beautiful hilltop ranch bungalow in San Diego, with a big infinity pool outside and a splendid view of the Pacific Ocean beyond. It wasn’t easy for them to make friends in this kind of environment, in part because they were outsiders in a very self-contained and self-aware social world, but also because of their secret. Ross had enrolled both of them as individual members of his country club, sponsoring them and paying their entrance fees and the first ten years of annual subscription without even batting an eye. Dean made more use of the club than Dayna, as a rule, since he loved swimming so much. There was a beautiful fifty-metre outdoor pool close by the club house, and Dean could often be found in it, swimming in the lap lanes. Dayna would more likely be seen sunning herself on one of the loungers. In the end, they had decided not to tell anyone but to keep the secret strictly to themselves for the time being. Life rolled on, with Dayna quickly becoming a star-in-waiting at her new community theatre company, and Dean fitting in better at his new swim club than at school. He did some fooling around with a couple of other swim club members, mostly involving hurried and clandestine circle jerks and sucking off. Then it came time to go to university, and Dean had actually gotten a swimming scholarship at a small university. There, he had made many friends, more than he’d ever had in his life actually, and had gotten into some much more serious sexual activity with teammates and with other guys he’d met at the campus bars. Dean knew perfectly well that he wanted to get fucked, but it seemed that all the gay guys he met were exclusively bottoms. His cock didn’t mind working over a series of hot holes at all and he grew to relish the fun of blasting a hot load inside a tight young ass, but his own ass felt somewhat neglected and needy. Dean had to resort to playing with toys while waiting and hoping for a Top Prince Charming to appear and sweep him off his feet. It finally happened in his third year at school, when his college had a dual meet with the swim team of one of the big universities in Los Angeles. And there, to his surprise, was his old youthful crush Mike, now looking even hotter and sexier as an assistant coach of the opposing team. Dean had set good times throughout the meet and had swum to first place in the 100m breaststroke final. As he’d climbed down from the podium, Mike had been right there, congratulating one of his own team on a personal best time. Then he’d turned to Dean and shaken his hand, grinning as he did so in a meaning way that said, “I remember you, and I know what you wanted to do. It’s time.” It was a good thing Dean was finished competing for the weekend, because that look would have ruined his concentration and his technique completely. There were still one or two events to go, but Dean wandered over to the spa tub by the diving tower. It was empty because there were no diving events this week. He sank gratefully into the warm water, feeling the pulsing jets, and leaned back against the side with his eyes closed. No fear of accidentally ending up somewhere else – Dean’s entire mind was filled with images of Mike, his massive chest and solid abs clearly on view through a tight white tee shirt, his cock bulging noticeably in his deck shorts. And then, memories of Mike at a younger age, when Dean was just discovering himself as gay, and watching Mike strutting his stuff around the pool in the club speedos. Suddenly, his reverie was broken by a deep voice. “Okay if I join?” Dean’s eyes snapped open to find Mike grinning down at him, stripped down to a speedo. It was a very knowing and appreciative grin – which is when Dean realized that he was busy rubbing his cock bulge and it had become painfully hard. It was immediately obvious that Mike was enjoying the sight very much, as his own cock was making a distinct lump in his tight suit. Dean nodded, and Mike dropped down into the tub, sitting down in a carefully chosen spot – close enough to reach, far enough to conceal his intentions from any nosy third parties. They exchanged quick catch-up bulletins about what they’d each been doing for the last half-dozen years. While they were chatting, Dean found it increasingly difficult to keep the thread of the conversation going as Mike’s foot had begun rubbing insistently against the front of his suit. After fifteen minutes or so, Mike hauled himself out and quickly grabbed a towel. Dean followed his example, and then Mike said, “Come on – let’s hit the showers.” As they were walking towards the change rooms, Mike added meaningly, “The best part of this facility is that the shower cubicles are nice and big.” Dean grinned. Mike led the way to the last shower cubicle at the far end of the empty shower area, and pulled the curtain closed as soon as they were both inside, then turned on the water. He grabbed Dean and pulled him under the spray, kissing him forcefully as he ground his bulge against Dean’s. After making out for a minute or so, he broke the kiss and gasped out, “On your knees and show me what you can do!” Dean understood that Mike was going to be calling all the shots and he dropped down onto the floor, then wrapped his mouth around the bulge in Mike’s wet swimsuit, sucking on it and blowing hot air into it. The combination of heat and moisture caused Mike’s tool to jump and pulsate a few times, and Dean could taste the sweetness of Mike’s precum as he slurped away at the soaking-wet material. That taste inspired him to get rid of the obstacle, and he fished out the drawstrings of Mike’s speedo, untied them, and pulled the suit out to clear Mike’s erect cock before sliding it down to the floor. He then took Mike in his hand, sucking and slurping at the juice oozing out of the head, and then taking the shaft into his mouth. Mike groaned audibly above him as Dean began going right to town on his dick. He might never have been fucked, but he was definitely an experienced and skillful cocksucker by now, and he gave Mike’s eight-incher the full treatment, while Mike grabbed the back of his head to guide him up and down. Before long, Mike moaned that he was about to cum, but Dean kept right on going until Mike’s tool convulsed in his mouth, jetting a big load of man cream into Dean’s throat. Dean busily sucked and swallowed until Mike’s orgasm finally died away. Then he got to his feet, ready to go and shower on his own in another cubicle – but Mike stopped him. “Where do you think you’re heading off to? Get back in here.” Mike then dropped onto the floor and returned the treatment in full, and Dean realized that Mike might want to be in control, but he was prepared to give and take. In this case, he gave Dean’s cock an epic tongue bath and full suction therapy, and it wasn’t long before he got to take it all as Dean’s excitement overcame him, and his dick fired off several spurts into Mike’s busily working mouth. At that, Dean felt sure that the games were over, but he was wrong again. “Come on back to my place. You got wheels?” “No. I came on the bus.” “I’ll take you, then.” It took about fifteen minutes for them to clean up for real, dry off, get dressed, and get out to Mike’s car. It then took a mere five minutes for Mike, a classic California maniac driver, to get them to his apartment. Once they were into his bedroom, they resumed making out as they got undressed again. This time, it was Dean who was stripped all the way down first as Mike couldn’t wait to get at his buns. Mike all but tore Dean’s briefs off in his rush to explore that sexy ass. In a moment, he had his face buried in between Dean’s nicely rounded cheeks and was kissing and licking Dean’s hole for all he was worth. Dean was in heaven, discovering new and astonishing sensations every moment as Mike worked on his cheeks and hole for all he was worth. Then Mike decided it was time to work a finger inside Dean -- and got a surprise. The hole refused to give. He tried again and got the same response. “Uhh, dude, you’re gonna have to relax a bit, I can’t even get a finger into you.” “I’m trying, Mike, I really am.” “Holy shit, are you telling me you’re a fucking virgin?” “Yeah, that’s right.” “Okay, we’re definitely going to need some more help here. Lie on the bed, face up.” Dean did as he was told, while Mike opened the bedtable drawer and pulled out a tube of lube. “Okay, man, lift your legs up and apart.” Dean complied. Mike squirted a generous glob of lube onto his fingers, smearing some of it on Dean’s tight knot. Dean sighed at the cool sensation of the gel on him. Mike slid a finger into the pool of lube, and then began rubbing it back and forth over that tight little button until it gradually softened and began to twitch. Then he pushed a bit and the tip of his finger popped right in, boldly going where no man had gone before. Mike kept twisting his finger around in Dean’s ass, working the hole and encouraging it to flex as he told Dean to “Just keep breathing deeply and slowly.” It was working. Dean’s hole was slowly relaxing its death grip on Mike’s finger, and in another minute Mike was able to slide a second finger in alongside the first. After a few more minutes, Mike felt that Dean was about as ready as he could be. He asked, “Are you ready for my cock now, Dean?” “Fuck, Mike, I’ve been ready for that cock for years. Yeah, I want it. Give it to me now.” Mike planted the tip of his rigid cock against Dean’s hole, told him again to relax and breathe deeply, and began to push. It took a minute of steady pressure, and then Dean’s hole yielded, and Mike was inside him. Dean gasped from the pain, even though he wanted to scream. Mike’s dick was neither short nor thin, and his hole was desperately trying to squeeze the intruder back out. But at the same time, Dean knew that he needed this, that he wanted it, that Mike was taking him through the last and biggest rite of passage of being a full-fledged active gay man. Tears stood in Dean’s eyes and sweat beaded his forehead. “Are you okay? Do you want me to take it out?” “Hell, no! It hurts, but don’t stop. Get that thing all the way inside me and fill me up with your load. I want it!” Mike kept leaning against the pressure, and slowly his dick slid farther and farther up the channel until his entire eight inches was buried inside Dean, and his pelvis was pressed right against Dean’s ass cheeks. Then Mike laid down on top of Dean and began making out with him some more – a good choice, since the passionate kissing action took Dean’s mind off the battle down below. Eventually, Dean’s muscles stopped fighting against Mike, and he was able to begin sliding out and then back in. Mike was a considerate fucker, and was deliberately going slow and easy, both to let Dean get used to the whole sensation of being fucked, and to let himself keep making out with Dean while he was fucking. At last, Dean opened his eyes, looked at Mike, and said, “Okay, Mike, I’m ready. Give me my first real fucking.” With that permission, Mike geared up and really went nuts in Dean’s ass, pounding fast and hard and deep. He rolled Dean onto his side and spooned him. He rolled Dean onto his face and drove his meat down into that no-longer-virgin hole, He pulled Dean up onto all fours and drove straight into him from behind. Dean was rapidly learning how to work his ass muscles on the cock inside him, and Mike moaned his approval as Dean’s hole stroked and milked him. It was too good to last long. Mike pushed Dean down onto his face again and hammered down into him, bottoming out with every stroke and bouncing off Dean’s prostate. Dean suddenly arched his pelvis upwards, cried out, “Cumming!”, and proceeded to blow his first-ever hands-free cum all over Mike’s bed sheets. The sudden contractions of his hole triggered Mike, and in another moment Dean was taking the first load of his life deep inside his ass. The sheer energy of the fuck had both of them breathing deep and hard as they flopped onto the bed again. Mike was still on top of Dean, and Dean loved that closeness, as well as the way Mike nuzzled at the side of his face until he turned his head so they could kiss again. At last, Dean spoke. “Oh, fuck, that was amazing. Thanks, Mike. I so needed that.” Mike laughed. “You’re welcome. But don’t think you’re off the hook. Look at the time! We need to get some food, and then it’s your turn to return the favour. Pizza?” Pizza it was. They scarfed a whole extra-large pie, downed a couple of beers each, and headed right back to bed, where Dean returned the favour, demonstrating his much more advanced top skills in Mike’s firm, round, muscular ass. After each of them had cum again, their third loads of the day, they were both feeling sleepy. Mike said, “Stay if you like,” and Dean consented, snuggling up against Mike as Mike pulled the sheet up over them.” Dean’s last thought as he dozed off was, “What a day. First place finish, first time getting fucked, and first sleepover with the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life.” In the morning, Mike whipped up some killer French toast for breakfast. That and a big pot of coffee set both of them up for another day. “Can I drop you anywhere?” “No, thanks, Mike, just point me to the nearest bus stop. My place is off on the other side of town anyway.” “Okay. But I’d be happy to get together with you and do this again if you feel like it.” Dean eagerly nodded, and they swapped numbers. Then Mike accompanied him to the door, and they exchanged one more deep kiss before Dean waved goodbye and sauntered off down the hall. Of course, he had no intention of walking to, let alone getting on, the bus. As soon as Mike closed the door, he dodged into the stairwell, closed his eyes, and disappeared.

Thanks very much, @PG1961Canada. That one was especially fun to write because I had no idea what all the twists and turns were going to be when I began. They just kept coming up out of nowhere by themselves!