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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!

Chapter 1: The Trick Dean loved to dance, and he was dancing up a storm at a well-known gay club in Montreal. All around him, the huge floor was full of sweaty, muscular bodies, with most of the guys wearing nothing more than tight, tiny shorts – or less. The sight and smell of all those built, sexy men dancing at high energy levels was intoxicating. Dean liked that he didn’t stick out like a sore thumb. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself in any big way. It suited him to look a little more ordinary than some of the massive muscle studs, to simply blend into the crowd. He actually enjoyed being just one among many. He wasn’t built enough to get swarmed, but neither was he so underdeveloped as to draw comment. His shorts weren’t the shortest in the room, and the bulge in them wasn’t the biggest, although it would certainly grow with the right guy. His blond hair was natural, not fake, and the blue eyes were real, not tinted contact lenses. He knew exactly what he wanted tonight. Dean loved being versatile, switching roles from top to bottom, and trading off with partners – but there were some nights when he just wanted to get fucked, and other nights when all he wanted was to pound a hot hole. Tonight was one of those pound-the-hole nights. He’d already been approached over the last hour or so by several men, including two different big guys who had “total top” written all over their faces – not to mention that they gave themselves away by instantly groping his ass as soon as they got within reaching distance. Each of them was a good-looking stud in his own right, and each of them had an awesomely muscled butt. In another mood, Dean could easily have gone for either of them and either taken their dicks all night long or tried to switch tops and bottoms with them. He certainly had a knack for persuading guys who thought they were total tops to try the bottom role and see how they liked it. But tonight he was definitely top-only himself and needed to find a hot ass to bust wide open. Eventually, his attention was drawn to a guy about his own age who was, for the moment, dancing alone. Dean couldn’t help noticing that he had worked his glutes extra hard to make his butt thrust out further than normal, and that he was rolling those glutes noticeably as he danced. Dean drew a likely conclusion from that. The guy looked handsome, with a head of black, curly hair, close-cropped, and black eyes in a handsome face. His olive-toned skin was covered with a glistening sheen of sweat. Dean managed to work his way around until he was in front of the sexy guy, then waited for a chance to make eye contact. When he did catch the man’s eye, he threw in his best asset, a killer sexy smile, and stepped closer. The cute guy smiled in return and moved towards Dean. Bingo. Before long, they were dancing right up close to each other. It was then that Dean made the first move, clamping his hands onto this sexy guy’s lush round buns to pull him closer. In another five minutes they were rubbing bulges, and the bulges were growing as Dean kneaded that firm round peach. That’s when the curly-headed guy suggested they go to his place. They collected their clothes and coats from the checkroom and headed out to the street. “Just a couple of blocks and a bit this way,” the dark-haired beauty said, leading Dean down the snowy sidewalks of Ste-Catherine Street past several couples, both gay and straight, kissing up a storm in the doorways of closed stores. He punched in a security code and led the way up the stairs in a building, just off Ste-Catherine on a side street. Three floors up, he unlocked an apartment, and they walked in. As soon as he closed and locked the door, Dean pounced, pulling the man into his arms and going straight into high-intensity kissing mode. His target broke the kiss. “Hi. I’m Joey.” “Dean. Nice to meet you.” They smirked at each other as they ceremoniously shook hands, then Dean dragged Joey right back into his embrace and grasping his tempting butt again. In no time, coats and shirts were flying every which way, soon followed by jeans dropping down. Dean leaned gently on Joey’s shoulders, palms down. Joey took the hint, and dropped gracefully to his knees, skinning down Dean’s tight shorts and breathing a quiet “Wow” at the growing wet pool in the foreskin. His tongue came out automatically to taste that precum, then his hand slid the skin back to reveal the head. Dean let out a sound that was half moan, half sigh, as Joey wrapped his mouth around the head and then slowly swallowed the tool all the way to the bottom. Dean gripped his head firmly, holding him in place as he slowly face-fucked the beautiful man looking up at him. Joey worked his mouth on Dean’s rigid cock, massaging him and sucking on him as Dean pumped his throat. Meanwhile, his spare hand was busy working his own shorts off. Sliding them over that firm round ass was a bit of a challenge without two hands, but Joey had gotten plenty of practice through the past few years. Joey let go of Dean’s cock and stood up, letting his black shorts fall to the floor as he did so. His own cock was a thing of beauty too, standing right up to his abs out of a nest of raven-dark hair, and dripping just as Dean’s had been a few minutes earlier. Dean bent down and sucked up the juice, then deep-throated Joey for a few minutes. Finally, though, it was time to see what he was really after. Dean’s finger had been sliding over Joey’s taint and probing his crack and hole while he sucked, but what Dean really wanted to do was to bury his face in between those lush mounds and go right to town on eating Joey’s ass. Dean pulled off Joey’s dick, straightened up, spun Joey around and marched him into the bedroom where he shoved Joey onto the bed, face down, ass up. Joey immediately bent his hips to thrust his ass further into the air, knowing and wanting what was coming next. Dean hopped onto the bed between Joey’s spread thighs and leaned down, pushed his buns apart, and dug deep down into the crack with a tongue. That ass crack emitted the most enticing man-sweat after hours of high-energy dancing. Dean lapped and slurped up and down, teasing Joey’s hole and then biting on the cheeks on either side. Joey kept rolling his ass from side to side like a small boat in a rough sea as Dean feasted on his crack. It was time to up the stakes. Dean slowly began thrusting a finger deep inside Joey’s hole as he kept eating ass. That finger took on a life of its own, twisting around and stroking the smooth insides of Joey’s colon, and finally seeking out and rubbing against the gland. Joey cried aloud at that, his hips jumping and his shoulders tensing up. “Oh, fuck!” Joey kept on moaning and squealing as Dean’s magic finger worked inside him. Then the finger drew out, but only to give a little more space as Dean began thrusting his tongue into Joey’s tight ass, stabbing it inside him until the hole loosened and bloomed, opening up, wanting it, begging for it. Joey’s voice was begging too. “Dean, don’t tease me, dammit. I need that meat inside me now. Get up there and push it into me, fuck my brains out!” Happy to oblige, Dean pulled his face and hand out of Joey’s crack, then scooted up until his chest was pressed down against Joey’s back. Reaching underneath, he moved his own cock into the right position, pressing down against Joey’s ass until it found the spot. Then, as he began to push, Joey’s hole opened right up, until Dean’s seven-inch cock slid slowly but surely all the way up inside Joey’s tight butthole, until Dean’s hips were pressed firmly against those big round cheeks on either side, until Joey was firmly and completely impaled and pinned down on the bed. Joey moaned aloud as Dean slowly rolled his own hips from side to side, shifting his cock around inside Joey’s tunnel, rubbing against the sides and bumping the tip against the prostate, giving Joey an extra dose of squealing thrill each time he nailed the target. When Joey’s hole began flexing, chewing on Dean’s cock, Dean began to move, rising and falling as he thrust his tool deep into Joey’s ass on each stroke. Joey was gasping at every thrust. Dean gradually increased his speed until he had passed beyond the limits of conscious thought and was hammering breathlessly and thoughtlessly at Joey’s hole, smacking out a rapid tattoo of slaps against those beautiful cheeks. Joey began moaning louder and louder, sensing that he was going to cum soon, that it was going to be big, and that he was going to shoot hands-free as Dean fucked the cum out of him. “Oh, God, Dean, you’re gonna make me cum. Don’t stop, slam fuck me, make me shoot!” Dean came back to full consciousness to realize that he was pounding Joey at near-supersonic speed, and quickly reaching the point of no return himself. “Fuck, yeah – get ready to take my load ‘cause I’m going to blast my cum right up inside you. Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!!” With that, Dean gave one last vicious slam deep inside Joey and held his cock there as it convulsed repeatedly. With the fifth shot, Dean began rabbit-punching that ass, driving each individual thrust and shot of sperm as deep as he could go. He dimly sensed that Joey’s ass ring was going through some epic convulsions of its own, and distantly heard Joey wailing, “Fuck, fuck!” as the cum spewed out of his cock onto the bedsheets underneath him. At last, that massive climax tailed off into silence, a silence only broken by the two men gasping helplessly for breath. Dean slowly let his cock slide out of Joey’s hole, and then looked down proudly at what he had done, as a long stream of cum flowed out of Joey’s ass, down his taint and over his balls. Dean buried his face in that crack again, carefully licked and sucked up all the cum he could get, and then told Joey, “Roll over.” Joey obediently rolled onto his back and lay there, chest heaving, as Dean dribbled and drizzled all that cum all over his abs and pecs. He then bent down and licked it all up again into his mouth, used his fingers to pry Joey’s mouth open, and spat his entire load into Joey’s mouth, snapping “Swallow!” as he did so. Joey obediently followed orders, and then grinned, a grin that made him look ten years old all of a sudden, as he said, “Yum!” That made them both laugh, as Dean let his elbows unlock and fell on the bed alongside Joey. They rolled to face each other and embraced. “Damn,” Joey said, “you don’t look like anything out of the ordinary but that was a fuck for the record books!” Dean laughed. “Oh, I’m quite ordinary. I like to give as much as take, so when it comes to being the top, I just give my bottom what I’d like to get myself if I were in his place.” They laughed again, snuggled closer, and dozed off for an hour or so. Dean awoke first. It was still only eleven p.m., and his cock was hard again – and it wasn’t a piss hard-on. Joey had turned him on so much that he was raring to go for another round and plant another load of his seed inside Joey’s on-so-tempting ass. He got around behind Joey, pushed him down flat on the bed, and buried his face in that incredible peach again. As he did, he heard Joey’s voice from in front of him: “Well, it’s about time. I thought you were done for the night, and you were just going to lie there and snore until sunrise.” “I don’t snore.” Joey laughed and made loud snoring sounds. “I do not snore!!!” Dean’s hand landed with a loud smack on Joey’s ass, then again, and again. Joey made his snoring sounds again, even louder and more exaggerated, and Dean quickly got the message. He began smacking Joey’s plump ass cheeks, harder and harder, switching from left to right and back again. Then he pulled Joey right up onto his lap. Joey squirmed and giggled, trying to get away, but Dean was having none of that, and he kept up his spanking until Joey’s ass was starting to turn quite a rosy shade of sunset. At last Joey tried again to wiggle away. Dean held onto him, but Joey loudly said, “Safe word!” Dean stopped. “Say what?” “I’m saying that if we were going to go full speed ahead into that scene, we really should have set a safe word first.” Dean laughed. “No, we don’t need to. I’m not really into that bondage thing, I was just doing what I thought you would enjoy. Anyway, that peach looks nice and ripe now. Ready to be picked, if you know what I mean.” “You like ripe peaches?” “I definitely like this one!” Joey laughed too. “Stop talking and get on your back. I want to ride you this time.” Dean rolled flat onto his back, his cock jutting aggressively up into the air. Joey straddled him, grasped the cock, and lowered himself onto it, taking it all into himself in one smooth slide which left him sitting astride Dean’s hips, facing his feet. Without stopping, Joey immediately began to ride up and down, using his ass to pull on Dean’s tool at each upstroke, and then letting his hole relax so the hard meat stick could slide back in as he sat down. He had Dean groaning soon enough from the sensations Joey’s talented peach was giving him. In another minute or so, he sensed that Dean was going to come soon. But Joey wanted this to last, so he pulled off, turned around, and swallowed Dean’s cock down deep, licking and sucking it, but gently, so as not to drive Dean over the edge too quickly. But Joey wanted to cum too, and finally climbed back up and sat down, this time facing Dean. He planted his hands on Dean’s chest as he rode, tweaking Dean’s nipples as he slid up and down. Dean copied his move, reaching up with both arms at full length to play with Joey’s nipples as Joey’s self-fucking shifted into high gear. Then, suddenly, the moment was there. Joey groaned aloud, speeded up even more, and then went rigid as his cock pumped out another load all over Dean’s body. Joey could usually cum hands-free when he wanted to but getting there twice in a night was another story. Just as he thought that, Dean began slamming hard up inside him and, after about ten strokes, fired off half a dozen spurts of a second large load of cum up into Joey’s ass. Joey collapsed across Dean’s chest, Dean’s cock slowly softened and slid out of his hole. Dean’s cum trickled slowly out, with no one to interfere with its natural path down onto Joey’s taint and balls. And time stood still. After a few minutes, Joey rolled off, and Dean sat up. “Joey, I need a shower.” “Just out the door to the left.” Joey slipped on a jockstrap as Dean showered up, and then met Dean at the door once he was dressed. They slipped their arms around each other and kissed some more. Opening the door to let himself out, Dean turned back to kiss Joey goodnight. They locked lips and swapped tongues one last time – and then Dean said, “Sorry, I really have to go.” “Can I see you again?” “I can’t say. It was great fun tonight, for sure, but….” Dean let his voice trail off. Joey got the message. “Okay. Good night.” Dean sauntered off down the stairs. As always, he checked carefully to be sure there were no hidden cameras around. Next, he looked back up to check that Joey wasn’t following or watching him, and down to be sure that no one else was watching. All clear. Dean casually stepped back against the wall and closed his eyes for a moment. And vanished.

@tankonpoint thanks for the feedback! No surprise, I have been a scholar of history all my life and used to teach it, so the idea of weaving history into the tale came completely naturally. I have been experimenting with building it up to book length, but haven't gotten too far yet.

Definitely an intriguing opening. I'll be waiting to see where you go with this one, @losolent

@negchaserlooking Thank you so much for the compliment. I've really enjoyed writing these two interwoven stories. I'm glad you liked reading this one so much.

Chapter 9: The Perfect Sunrise The aircraft flew low over the brilliant blue of the ocean, the wheels looking as if they were going to graze the wavetops as the plane skimmed close above the surface. “Are you sure there’s actually something to land on out here?” Andrew chuckled. “Yes, it’s just ahead of us. If you were looking out the other side, you’d be able to see all three of the islands, and the airport terminal. We’ll be down in less than a minute.” Just then, a dark smudge slipped by below them, and the water changed colour to the most eye-popping greens and turquoises. “Wow! What is that???” Wonderment and astonishment in equal measures filled his voice. “That’s the coral reef. Inside the reef, the water’s a lot shallower and has a sandy bottom, and that’s where you’re seeing the greens. And any second now….” “Land! Thank goodness!” The artificial shoreline of the airport slid below them, the end of the runway followed moments later, and in a few more seconds the plane touched down smoothly, the reverse thrust fired up, and the aircraft slowed down, then turned off the runway to taxi up to the terminal. “On behalf of Air Alcantara, your flight crew and cabin crew, and the 185,000 smiling people who live in our island home, welcome to Alcantara. Please remain seated with seatbelts fastened until the aircraft comes to a complete stop at the terminal….” Andrew let the rest of the arrival announcement wash over him without listening. They were here. They were back. Was it really less than a year since he’d last landed in Alcantara? It seemed far longer, but then it had been such an eventful year. First there’d been the death of his Uncle Rich, who had for so long been such a key anchor point in his life. Then there’d been the horror show of the accident, the terrible weeks of sitting in the hospital day by day, waiting for Markus to come back to him. The shock when Markus finally awoke and didn’t remember Andrew at all – that had been the worst day of his entire life, no question. And then there’d been the whole wild emotional roller-coaster ride ever since then, as he and Markus navigated the challenge of learning how to fall in love all over again. They gathered up their things, and Markus eyed him curiously. “Are you okay, Andrew?” “Yes, I’m fine. Just remembering all the things that have happened since the last time I came here.” As always, the moist tropical air hit them in the face with a damp heated towel as they stepped off the plane and walked down the stairs, then across the apron to the terminal entrance. Andrew chuckled, remembering when he’d first come to Alcantara as a boy six years of age, give or take, and that was exactly how it had felt – like his mom, slapping a warm wet cloth on his face to wash off the dirt of a busy afternoon playing in the muddy stream near their home in Toronto. Once inside, Andrew steered towards the right-hand exit, where the sign displayed the baggage claim and customs inspection symbols and the words, “Exit: Alcantara Island & Portavedra.” They looked around with shining eyes at the sparkling-clean interior of the brand-new catamaran ferry, which Andrew guessed as being at least 50% bigger than the older vessel they’d crossed with on their last visit. Once the ferry had whisked them at top speed across to land on the main island, they quickly cleared customs, picked up their bags, and steered out the door into the public area of the Portavedra terminal. The lean, tanned, ramrod-straight Asian man who walked briskly towards them could have passed for being in his mid-fifties in other circles. There was nothing to show that he was 72 unless you already knew that as an independent fact. “Andrew!” “Uncle Tommy!” “It’s so good to see you here again, my boy!” “It’s great to be back!” They hugged and kissed then, still holding each other, and Tommy looked Andrew squarely in the eye. “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this visit. Life has been so quiet these last months.” “And lonely too, I’m sure. I’m sorry we couldn’t arrange to come in time for your birthday last week.” “That doesn’t matter. This is going to be a great birthday celebration for me!” Tommy then turned to Markus, giving him another kiss and a fierce hug. “Markus, it’s so good to see you again and to welcome you to Alcantara for the first time for the second time.” That made all of them laugh. But Tommy was moving right on. “And this is Henrik. Welcome to Alcantara, Henrik! Very glad to see you here at last.” Another kiss and hug, and then he continued. “Let’s get moving. We have to drive pretty small cars here because of the narrow, twisting roads, but these fellows will help.” He walked over to a counter with a sign which read “Alcantara Baggage Services.” “Tommy!” the man behind the counter called out. “I haven’t seen you here in the terminal for ages!” “Hi, Jackie. We’ve got some bags to send up.” “No problem, I’ll put them right onto the first van. They should arrive just a few minutes behind you.” Once the bags were tagged, Tommy led them outside to the parking area, and they saw exactly what he meant by small cars. Most of the tiny import cars would be mistaken for overgrown motor scooters in North America. “Tallest guy rides shotgun,” Tommy said, and Markus and Andrew automatically waved Henrik forward. Once all four of them squeezed into the little vehicle, Tommy fired it up and headed off along the shore road towards the miniature capital city of Portavedra. On the way, they drove by the towering cranes of the cargo port, and the cruise ship dock, where a giant white cruise liner was busily reboarding passengers for an imminent departure. Henrik had to ask, “That man at the baggage counter – he knew who you were and where you live?” Andrew laughed. “Get used to it, Henrik!” Tommy supplied a slightly more helpful answer. “Henrik, in this country I actually became a celebrity without doing anything. Pretty much everyone in Alcantara knows who I am and where I live.” Andrew laughed again. “Don’t be so modest, Uncle Tommy. What he really means, Henrik, is that he didn’t do anything except become the chair of the social sciences department and then the dean of students at the university, co-designed and curated the exhibits at the history museum and the museum of the people of Alcantara, wrote and published a 3-volume history of the country….” “…and married the guy who ended up becoming the President for 15 years,” Markus put in. Tommy laughed. “That last one was what really did the trick. I was actually pretty invisible except among the academics until Rich became so prominent.” With that, they drove into the city, then Tommy turned up onto Hillward Street, pointing out the legislature, the cathedral, and the museum campus to them as the car mounted up the steep, twisting hill. They climbed higher and higher still into the residential district, and then Tommy turned off onto Suncrest Drive, and along the gently curving road before pulling into the driveway of a long, low bungalow, the sort of house that used to be called “ranch style.” “Welcome home, fellows!” They all got out. Tommy led them in through the front door – and Markus and Henrik stopped in amazement at the sheer size and crisp, elegant décor of the broad living-dining-kitchen area. Beyond the room, through the panoramic windows and sliding glass doors, they could see the huge pool. Farther beyond that, in the distance, were the hills on the far side of the city and the blue water of the ocean stretching off into infinity. Tommy then took them down the hall and into the master bedroom suite. “I’m putting you gents in here,” he said. Andrew immediately protested. “Uncle Tommy, you can’t do that! This is your room!” Tommy chuckled. “Actually, I can. After all, I am the manager of this hotel.” He laughed aloud. “I figured with three of you, you would need lots of space – and this room has the biggest closet. And the biggest bed.” He then favoured them with a wink and a dirty grin, before adding, “And the biggest shower!” They all laughed. “I don’t mind at all being in the guest room for a while. If I put you in there, you’d be having to draw straws every night to see which one would be having to sleep on the living room couch.” The doorbell rang, and Tommy said, “That’ll be the bags.” Once he’d tipped the driver generously, over Andrew’s protests that he should be the one to do it, they brought all the bags in. And Tommy made an announcement. “Okay, fellows, the meeting will resume in the pool in ten minutes. Get going!” Actually, it took only about seven minutes for the three of them to get their bags open, get out their swimsuits, and wash off the grime of the journey. Then they headed outside – to find Tommy already in the pool, busily grinding out some laps. They sat on the edge, their feet dangling in the water, and simply watched as Tommy swam back and forth, his elite swimming background and long years of regular lap swimming clearly evident in every stroke. Henrik was especially awed. “I’m not more than a third of his age and I can’t swim anything like that well.” After they’d watched him for five minutes, Tommy stopped at the near end, took off his goggles, and said, “Well? Are you going to just sit there and stare at me all day? Get your asses in here with me!” With that, Andrew stood up and dived neatly in. He had never been in Tommy’s league, but he had gotten some swimming lessons when he was young. Markus followed, also doing not too badly. Henrik stood up last and executed a perfect dive – if a perfectly graceless bellyflop could be counted as perfect. All three of them laughed at him. “Sorry about that,” he apologized. “I never had any swimming lessons.” “Well, what do you expect?” Tommy replied. “Nobody can ever look graceful trying to dive into the water while wearing a pair of baggy board shorts two sizes too big for him. First thing tomorrow, we go shopping and get you a proper swimsuit.” Henrik tried to demur, but Andrew just laughed louder. “Uncle Tommy, stop that! You know perfectly well that you’re trying to check him out, and you can’t see anything interesting when he’s wearing that big sack. I can read you like a book, and you’ve got ‘dirty mind’ shining out of your eyes like a pair of spotlights.” “Damn, busted,” Tommy said, leading the laughter. They swam around in the pool for half an hour, with Tommy giving Henrik a few simple swimming pointers to help him get more at home moving around in the water. Markus was the first one to get chilly, and he climbed out of the pool in his tight black speedo, walking over to the outsized hot tub. Andrew followed a moment later, his yellow speedo plainly see-through-when-wet – and Henrik was plainly seeing. Henrik, then, came over, hot on Andrew’s heels, and Markus said, “Hey, Henrik, just drop those heavy shorts before you climb in. I’m sure this hot tub has seen buck-ass-naked guys before tonight, right, Uncle Tommy?” Henrik skinned down his shorts and got down into the hot tub beside the others. And then Tommy climbed out of the pool, to a chorus of wolf-whistles and cheers from his audience. It was quite obvious that his entire body had been kept just as youthful as his face, and he could definitely hold his own in speedos, too. He sat down in the hot tub with them, smiling complacently, and saying, “It’s amazing what five miles or so of swimming every week will do to keep you young and fit.” After they’d soaked in the hot tub for a few minutes, Tommy asked, “Drinks out here in the hot tub, or go inside and get dressed first?” Everyone opted for getting dressed, as the sun was going down behind the hills and the breeze was feeling cooler. In another twenty minutes, they met back in the living room, and Tommy passed around the cocktail shaker, pouring margaritas for everyone. Then he raised a glass and toasted them: “To my guests, and a warm welcome to my home.” They all drank to that, and then Andrew took his turn. “To my Uncle Tommy, the man who’s done so much to help us all throughout these last difficult months.” That toast was greeted and drunk with loud acclaim. Conversation then revolved around first impressions of Alcantara from Henrik and Markus, until Tommy got up to go and get dinner ready. Then Andrew took the others outside to look at the view of the city and the harbour by night, all illuminated. In time, Tommy called them to the table, and they sat down to a dinner of pan-seared local fish with fruit salsa and green salad. As they ate, they all complimented him on the meal, with Andrew telling the others that Tommy had done some professional chef training when he was younger. Later that night, as they crawled into bed, Andrew asked Henrik if he was having a good time. His response, more serious than Andrew expected, was both insightful and thoughtful. “I really like your uncle. I can tell that he’s been lonely, because he’s making the absolute most of the together time with the three of us. He’s such a kind, thoughtful man, and I think he must have had an amazing life with your birth uncle. And this whole country – it’s not what I expected at all, so much more developed than I thought it would be, but still feeling a lot more European than North American. I can definitely sense why you love it here so much, Andrew.” “They did have an amazing life together, Henrik. I’m glad you could pick up on that.” The three of them settled down into the huge bed together, with Andrew taking the centre position this time. There was no sex play after the long travel day, but there was a fair bit of kissing before they dropped off to sleep. In the morning, it was a different matter. Andrew awoke, as usual, to the sensation of a warm tongue and lips digging away into his ass crack. After a minute of lying there with eyes closed, enjoying the feelings, he snapped up abruptly when he heard Markus saying, “Hey, Henrik, that’s my job you’re doing!” Andrew squirmed around to find that it was Henrik who had been rimming him. And Henrik laughed. “Well, Markus, if you’re looking for something to do, you can start working on my ass if you like. I know you want to.” Just like that, they formed into a three-man rimming chain, with Henrik in the middle, and getting the best of it both ways. Before long, all three of them were moaning audibly. Andrew muttered, “Keep it down, guys, it’s early and we don’t want to wake up Uncle Tommy.” “Fuck,” Henrik chortled, “he’s probably listening in right now with a water glass pressed against the wall!” He then redoubled his assault on Andrew’s beautiful firm round butt, adding a prodding finger to the mix and slowly worming his way inside. Almost as soon as he did that, he felt Markus wiggling a finger into his own hole, and that’s when he realized that he might be getting to fuck Andrew, but he was going to get fucked by Markus at the same time. Henrik was ready, and so was Andrew. He placed the head of his cock against Andrew’s hole, and the hole bloomed, opening up and swallowing him. As he sank in, he felt Markus’s cock prodding against his own ass and did his best to relax, as Andrew had done, and let Markus into him. Markus pushed a little harder, and then Henrik’s muscle gave way and Markus popped the head of his cock inside Henrik. Then he leaned down, and whispered into Henrik’s ear, “Okay, it’s all up to you. Start the train moving whenever you’re ready.” After a moment, Henrik understood what he was saying, and began to pull slowly out of Andrew while Markus held steady behind him. As Henrik came back out of Andrew’s butt, Markus was sinking deep inside him. Once he established the rhythm, he moved easily back and forth between his two partners, diving into Andrew as he pulled away from Markus, and then fucking himself on Markus as he pulled back out of Andrew. Up and down Henrik moved, loving the whole sensation of fucking and being fucked at the same time. He’d never done this before, and the feelings he was getting from it were really intense. Andrew was finding it intense, too. Not only was he feeling Henrik’s big cock probing deep inside him, but he also sensed the weight of the two men pressing down on his back, although neither one was letting his full weight bear down. Andrew felt almost as if both of them were fucking him at the same time. On that thought, and without even thinking about it, he gasped, “I want both of you inside me. Together. Now!” Henrik stopped. Markus asked, “Andrew, are you sure?” “Yes, I want both your cocks inside my ass, now, dammit. Come on! Double fuck me!!!” Markus pulled out of Henrik. Henrik rolled sideways, onto his back, bringing Andrew up on top of him. Then he grabbed Andrew by the shoulders and pulled him down until he was lying on his back on Henrik’s chest, with his legs up and his hole wide open to Markus, even with Henrik’s cock inside him. Markus grabbed the lube, spread it liberally over his cock, slapped some extra onto Andrew’s hole and Henrik’s cock, and then tossed the bottle aside. He moved the tip of his cockhead against Andrew, resting on top of the thick shaft already inside him. Once again, he asked if Andrew was sure, getting a frantic, “Fuck, yeah!” in return. It took a bit of time. Markus had to keep up the pressure for a couple of minutes, but then Andrew’s hole slowly expanded, softened, and yielded to his assault. At last, the head slipped inside. The sensation of being jammed right inside along with Henrik was almost more than Markus could bear, but he slowly bore down until most of his cock was inside Andrew’s widely stretched hole. Andrew himself was moaning and hissing and gasping for air as his ass struggled to come to terms with the massive invasion. Eventually he began to slide off and back on again, a little at a time, and then a little more. His face contorted with a mix of pain and concentration, he slowly fucked himself on the two big dicks inside his body. “Oh, God,” he gasped out, “that feels so fucking…. It hurts, but it’s incredible. Don’t stop! Fuck me, you two big studs, with those big hard dicks!” It was Markus who began pumping first, and Andrew stopped moving, letting Markus do the work. Henrik, on the underside, was incredibly turned on by the feeling of Markus rubbing against his cock, and Andrew’s tightly stretched ass gripping both of them. After a minute, he began moving too, heaving his hips up and down to pump his cock in and out of Andrew’s hole. It was more than any of them could stand for long. Henrik was hitting Andrew’s prostate on every stroke, and suddenly Andrew gasped, shouted, “Oh, fuck!” and began pumping streamers of cum all over Henrik’s ridged abs. A moment later, incredibly turned on by the spasms of Andrew’s hole as it tried to clench around him, Henrik suddenly convulsed, shooting his cum inside Andrew’s ravaged butt. The feeling of the hot cum sloshing around set Markus off, and he pumped another massive load inside Andrew seconds later, twisting and heaving in orgasm and feeling the huge, combined load of sperm leaking out around his tool and dripping slowly down onto Henrik’s balls and thighs. Markus softened first and fell out. Henrik slid out right after him. Andrew held himself there, quivering and gasping as his hole gaped open, unable to shut itself properly after having those two big cocks in him at once. Then his elbows gave out and he collapsed onto Henrik, while Markus rolled aside and lay down next to them, their three dicks all dripping wet and sweat pouring off them. Just then, there came a knock on the door, and before they could even think of what to do, Tommy opened it, eyed them with a knowing grin, winked, and asked, “Coffee or ice water for breakfast, you piggies?” That day, Tommy made good on his word and went shopping, returning with a new bright-blue speedo for Henrik to wear. Henrik modelled it out at the pool, to loud approval from the other three. Tommy gave him some more little lessons in effective swimming, including getting him to put his face under the water, and looked very pleased as he said, “Henrik, you’re a natural! It’s a pity you didn’t get some good swimming training before you became a teenager, but you’re making up lost ground really quickly.” All in all, it was a very relaxing time up there on the hill. The three younger fellows walked down the winding road into the city each day, early enough that the tropical heat and humidity didn’t become oppressive. Afternoons were devoted to the pool and hot tub, and evenings led to more long conversations, with Tommy telling all kinds of stories about his years with Rich. Andrew found himself learning things about his uncle that he had never suspected, all of which went to making him seem even more human and lovable. On the fifth full day of their stay, Andrew and Markus wanted to take a tour through the three museums downtown. Henrik found that idea less interesting, and Tommy offered to take him on a driving tour around the island, a good choice since it was a brilliant sunny day and drier than it had been so far during their visit. Before they all left for the day, Tommy urged Andrew and Markus to meet them at Bahía de la Paz for a swim followed by dinner at the hotel. “Take the number 2 bus from the bus station. It’s just down the hill from the museums. If you catch the three o’clock bus, you’ll be in good time. Give me your towels and stuff, and I’ll bring those in the car, that way you can just wear swimsuits under your clothes.” As the drove around the island, Henrik asked Tommy all kinds of questions about Alcantara. Since Tommy was the pre-eminent scholar of Alcantaran history and culture, Henrik got all kinds of details right from the source that he would only have found otherwise after tedious hours of research. He said as much, and Tommy laughed. “I’ve always enjoyed teaching my students about this country. The only difference was that I used to get well-paid for the privilege of getting to do it.” For lunch they stopped at a little roadside café on the point of land nearest to the neighbouring island of Isabella, and sat on the patio, enjoying the view of the towering peak across the water as they wolfed down some lightly battered amberjack bites with an incredible sweet and spicy chili dip, which Tommy highly recommended. While they were eating, Tommy explained all about the open-pit diamond mine on the slopes of that mountain – the main source of the country’s phenomenal prosperity. After lunch he drove them up to the lookout on the crest of Saddle Mountain, the best spot on Alcantara from which to see both other islands at once: Isabella to the southwest and the coral atoll of Serafina, with the airport, to the northeast. Then Tommy looked at his watch, and said, “We’d better head for Bahía de la Paz now, so we don’t keep the others waiting.” Down the mountain road, back through the city and past the port area, and then they arrived at the beach parking lot at just about three o’clock. Tommy urged Henrik to shed his clothes and catch some rays on the sand, while he went to sit on the terrace of the hotel. “When the others arrive, I’ll get a tray of drinks all around.” Henrik peeled off his clothes, surprised to feel no self-consciousness on his first public outing in a speedo. He lay down on his back on a towel, popped his sunglasses back on, and just laid there with his eyes closed, thinking about what a beautiful day he’d had, not least about how much better he now understood the love that had held Tommy and Rich together for nearly half a century, and still guided all of Tommy’s dealings with his nephews. And I guess I have to consider myself a nephew now, too, he thought as he glanced up at Tommy, who was watching him with a reminiscent smile from the terrace. Meanwhile, Andrew and Markus had bought a day pass for all three museums, visiting the history museum and the Museum of the People of Alcantara before lunch. They were intrigued to learn that the nineteenth-century mansion, Hillward Hall, which housed the history museum had been the Presidential Palace, until Rich had left it in favour of his own home which – truth be told – was both more palatial and more regally situated, high up on the hill. They then solemnly posed for pictures at the dedication plaque in the atrium of the Museum of the People, which commemorated the official naming of the museum building as Dunnatore Hall, in honour of Uncle Rich when he retired from the Museum Board. For lunch, they sat out at one of the outdoor cafés on the Cathedral Square, having croissant sandwiches with café au lait, and feeling more European than any other place west of the Atlantic that they’d ever seen. They then devoted a solid hour to the museum of the Alcantaran environment in Seaward Hall, a particular interest area for both of them. It was about twenty after three when the bus stopped at the midpoint of the beach. Andrew and Markus jumped off, removed their shoes, and began walking out onto the sand. “I remember this beach perfectly. Most of what I’ve seen while I’m here has not turned up yet in my memories of the past, but this place looks exactly the way I pictured it,” Markus said wistfully. They took each other’s hand and strolled down towards the edge of the water, where the gentle waves were washing hypnotically up onto the shore. “It’s not so placid when they get hit by a nor’easter storm,” Andrew said with a chuckle. “But right now it’s perfect.” They turned their steps towards the hotel, and Andrew said, “See them yet?” Markus replied, “There he is,” gesturing at Henrik, and that’s when Andrew spotted the tall, lean man in a blue speedo stretched out on a towel. And then he stopped, gasping aloud. “What’s wrong, Andrew?” “Markus, I just remembered a dream I had. It was the night when you called me from wherever you were hiding out. I just realized what an idiot I was to not understand what that dream was trying to tell me. It wasn’t an ordinary dream; it was a prevision. What just happened now, that was exactly what happened in my dream, and you said the exact same words that you said just now as you pointed at Henrik.” “Any thoughts?” “Well, you know that this is a place which was so important to my Uncle Rich. I think he may have been trying to talk to me in my dreams, telling me that a triad was the way our lives were going to go.” “Wow, Andrew that’s pretty weird – certainly something more than just coincidence. Look, there’s Tommy coming down from the hotel terrace and it looks like he’s bringing refreshments.” “What are we waiting for, then?” “I don’t know, you’re the one who stopped walking. Let’s move it, that pitcher – looks like sangria -- is just going to get warm if we don’t hurry up.” Arriving by Henrik, they popped open a bag which Tommy had brought and hauled out more towels, then they peeled off their clothes too. In a few minutes, all of them were stretched out on the sand, enjoying the warmth of the tropical sun and hating the idea of going home to Vancouver’s notoriously rainy and windy winter. A couple of rounds of sangria framed a leisurely swim in the ocean, one taken for pleasure rather than exercise. As they were stretching out again after the swim, Tommy remarked, apropos nothing at all, “I should have gotten red instead.” The other three just looked at him. “Sorry, I was reminiscing again. If the turning point in a person’s life has a spot on the map, right here on the sand is where my ‘x’ would have to go. When I’d been in Alcantara for a year and a half, teaching at the university – I was still in my twenties – I came down to the beach here one day. As I was sunning, I saw a very good-looking young guy come down from the hotel terrace, spread out a towel, and then pull his clothes off, just as you fellows did. He laid down here to get some rays, and all I could think was, ‘I have to talk to him.’ “I picked up my stuff and walked over here to say hello, asking if we hadn’t met before. He said he couldn’t tell unless I took my sunglasses off, so I told him to do the same. Right away, I recognized him as the hot lawyer I’d met at an embassy reception in Ottawa twenty months earlier. We swam together, we talked, we had a killer dinner up there on the terrace, and he invited me back to his room – that night, and the next night, and for the whole rest of the week before his holidays ended. And I gave him a name. He introduced himself as Rick, telling me that his mom and grandma called him Ricky. I said I wouldn’t call him Rick or Ricky because it sounded too college-kid-jock. I said, ‘You’re Rich.’ From then on, he was -- and by the end of the week we were a couple.” After a long silence, during which a few teary eyes got wiped dry, Andrew said, “So this is where you met. Wow.” Henrik, ever practical, put in, “And the red? What about that?” Tommy laughed. “Rich was wearing red speedos that day! You’d have looked even more like him, lying on the beach, if I’d bought you red instead of blue.” That made them all laugh. After more conversation, and a long, leisurely dinner on the hotel terrace, they piled back into the car, with bags on laps a necessity, and drove home. The beauty of a winter holiday in Alcantara, as Andrew had long known and the others were learning, was that you could do everything, or nothing, in whatever proportions and for as long as you felt like it. One thing the three younger men often felt like was some more energetic, not to say acrobatic, sex. They learned to put up with Tommy’s not-quite-subtle sarcasm and meaning expressions after they’d had one of their noisy fuck sessions. As all good things must come to an end, the last day of their holiday drew near. On the final full day, Markus had dragged Andrew downtown for some shopping, but Henrik sat quietly in the living room, musing on the strange turn his life had taken. Tommy came in, bringing a pitcher of iced tea, which he’d learned Henrik liked, and asked, “Anything wrong? Want to talk?” “I think I would. If that’s okay, Unc… I mean, Tommy.” “Henrik, I’d be honoured if you would call me ‘Uncle Tommy’ as the others do.” “Thanks, Uncle Tommy. Well, here it is. I’m still feeling a bit uncertain about this triad thing, if this is really the right thing for me to do. And I feel bad about that, because I was the one saying we all had to agree to go all in or it was no use. And now, I’m the one getting second thoughts and cold feet.” Tommy pondered that. “What kinds of second thoughts?” “Oh, things like what happens if one of us changes his mind, or what if one of us meets someone else, stuff like that. I guess it’s partly because I had one short relationship that cracked up after only a month or so, and then one really bad one that was complete hell to get out of.” He took a deep gulp of his iced tea. “And now, I begin to wonder if I’m even cut out to commit to something like this, or if I’ve been burned so badly that I can’t ever really commit again.” “Henrik, those are perfectly reasonable doubts to have, and there’s nothing wrong with you because such thoughts float through your head – as long as you don’t let those negative ideas rule you. Look, I’m going to share something with you, and I hope nobody will get mad at me for spilling the beans. Rich and I each had two bad experiences before we met each other. Andrew had a couple of short but bad ones in college – Rich and I spent quite a few hours on the phone, talking him through those. Markus told me he’d had some bad experiences in Germany before he moved to Canada to escape the last one. “I guess what I’m saying is that bad experiences and relationships that turn sour are part of life. Most people have them. It’s not good if you obsess over them, or if you let them cut you off from other possibilities, but just know that you aren’t alone in struggling with your past. But look at where it went. Rich and I committed to each other, then we married, and we were together for almost fifty years before he died – just about a year ago now. Andrew and Markus landed with the right pairing too, and married, and they’ve been together for over 20 years. And now, they’ve opened up their relationship to become a triad with you and done it quickly and willingly. You are now just as much a part of their lives as they are for each other, and I can see that what wasn’t there to begin with is starting to appear now – Andrew loving you, and you loving Markus. “You can kill so much of the joy and excitement in your life by letting those awful doubts – those ‘but what if?’ thoughts – control you. Set them aside. If something does happen, time enough then to deal with it, but for now, take your life in all its richness and live it as fully and whole-heartedly as you can. There’s no substitute for that, and no better way to live.” Henrik sat, quietly, absorbing what Tommy had said, and at last he spoke. “Thank you, Uncle Tommy. I guess I really knew all of that already, but I needed to hear you pull it up and put it into words so I couldn’t miss the significance of it all. And now I know exactly why Andrew and Markus always get that happy look on their faces when they talk about you. The way you always know just how to explain everything and clear the air – det er fedt!” Tommy’s look contained equal measures of pleasure and confusion. “Sorry, Tommy, I just slipped back into Danish. That means ‘it’s awesome’ – more or less.” “Henrik, you three are going to be just fine, and I hope you’ll remain that way for many a year. Give me a hug to seal the deal.” The two of them hugged strongly, whole-heartedly, sealing their new uncle-nephew relationship forever. As they held each other close, Henrik realized that he too had changed – he had finally found the courage to set aside all his doubts and, as he’d said weeks ago to the others, to go all in. Just then, Andrew and Markus walked in the door. “Well,” Andrew said, “what’s made you two go all emotional like that? Henrik, was he comforting you because I swiped the last two slices of pizza yesterday?” Everyone laughed, and Tommy said, “Come on, boys, it’s getting on, and we need to squeeze in another swim before the sun goes down.” They dispersed to the rooms to get changed. Andrew and Markus got to the terrace first and started off in the hot tub. When Tommy arrived a minute later, he dived right into the pool and swam half a dozen quick laps before joining them in the hot tub. As they soaked peacefully in the bubbling water, Markus suddenly said, “Hey! We’re missing Henrik.” Andrew asked, “Where is he?” Tommy replied, “He had a phone call. He’ll be out in a minute.” Just then, Henrik slid open the glass door from the living room and stepped through – and Andrew gasped again. “What, Andrew? Your dream again?” Markus asked. “Yes, it was.” With that, Andrew proceeded to tell the three of them all about the dream he’d had, and how he now saw it was a prevision of their afternoon on the beach and this moment on the patio. Tommy smiled. “Rich was talking to you again, Andrew. And this was before you called me to ask about how to handle the situation with Markus and Henrik’s true confessions, wasn’t it?” Andrew nodded. “That Rich. He’d figured out about this triad before any of the rest of us. Rich always seemed to catch on to everything before I did, and he’s still at it.” He shook his head slowly and reminiscently for a moment, and then snapped out of it. “One more swim, come on!” They all climbed out of the tub and dived back into the pool and swam laps back and forth for another fifteen minutes. Even Henrik was now holding his own reasonably well. When Andrew complimented him on the improvement, he pointed to Tommy’s lessons, but Tommy scoffed at that. “Hah! You just needed to shed all that dead weight, ten kilos of wet cotton. You swim a lot better without those outsize baggy shorts. And you look a lot better without them, too – really sleek and sexy.” Immediately, Markus and Andrew moved in on either side of Henrik. Andrew spoke for all of them. “Sorry, Uncle Tommy, you can’t have him. He’s taken.” Tommy laughed joyously, as the three younger guys kissed each other. That night, as they lay together in bed, Henrik told Andrew and Markus briefly about his long conversation with Tommy. “I needed that chance to air my doubts, and for him to remind me that we all have shadows in our past, but we can still live and love fully in spite of those bad moments. And I really want to live, and love, with both of you, just as much as I possibly can.” And with that, he turned to Markus. “I love you, Markus.” Markus’s eyes teared right up as Henrik said that to him for the first time ever. Andrew realized immediately what a significant moment this was, and he in turn spoke. “All of us want to live this life, fully, together. I love you, Henrik.” And with that, quietly and naturally, the two links missing from the triad were completed. Now they were all kissing each other, murmuring their love to each other, and their cocks were filling rapidly -- but there was an unspoken agreement that they wanted to take plenty of time, to live fully in the moment, that tonight was more about affirming their mutual love than about getting their rocks off. Henrik went first, slowly moving around until the was on top of Markus, Markus wrapped his arms and legs around Henrik, stroking his firm muscled body, feeling a strong rush of love and gratitude for this man who had worked so hard to bring his damaged limbs back to full life. Henrik moved his body slowly, sliding back and forth on top of Markus, their hard cocks rubbing against each other as they continued kissing. Andrew got down between Henrik’s legs and began tonguing Markus’ hole, guessing where their lovemaking would end up. The combined effect of Henrik’s kisses and Andrew’s tongue soon had Markus gasping for air and writhing slowly on the bed, his hands now squeezing as well as stroking Henrik while Henrik kept sliding back and forth on top of him. Markus broke their kisses to look Henrik in the eye and say, “I want you now. I want to feel you inside me, like I’ve never felt you before.” Andrew took the cue and backed off from the hole, then took Henrik’s cock, lubed it up with his spit, and placed the tip against Markus’ tight hole. Henrik leaned, and Markus immediately relaxed and opened, taking it in, wanting it, letting Henrik slowly sink all the way inside him. Andrew now pulled back, wanting to savour for the first time this rare experience of watching these two men that he loved so much making love together. Henrik may have been young, but he certainly knew how to pace himself. He continued his slow, gentle fucking of Markus for twenty nonstop minutes, without any letup in the easy stroking of his body or the soft, loving kissing going on between them. Andrew was near to tears as he watched them bonding so firmly, knowing that his vision of the triad was at last coming to full flower and that these two were sharing the love between them in every way they knew how to do. At last, Henrik could feel his orgasm approaching, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. Markus sensed it, and murmured, “Give it to me, Henrik. Give me all you have. Love me, Henrik, with all you have to give me.” Even then, Henrik didn’t speed up. He simply kept pumping slowly and gently in and out, until his cock convulsed, and the seed flowed out of him into Markus, filling him up. At last Henrik let himself slip out of Markus, but they continued to embrace and hold each other close. Now, they each reached out an arm to draw Andrew to them as well, and the three-way kissing continued for some time. Then Andrew felt his cock beginning to stiffen, and he knew just what to do. It was his turn to finish the triad, to make love to Henrik. And he wanted to. He needed to. His heart ached to finish what they had all started, to complete the bonds they had been building among themselves. Henrik knew it too. He rolled onto his back, lifting his legs, and said, “I’m ready now. I want you inside me, Andrew. I want you to love me and breed me.” Markus passed Andrew the lube, and Andrew prepared his cock and Henrik’s hole. Then, it was time for Markus to watch as Andrew put the finishing touches on their masterpiece. With his cock deep inside Henrik, he covered his partner’s face with kisses, telling Henrik how much he loved him and how much he wanted Henrik to feel loved and needed, wanted and valued. As he spoke, he kept pumping slowly and steadily into Henrik’s muscled ass until he couldn’t hold it any longer, and let his sperm flow, coating Henrik’s tube with his seed. As he was cumming inside Henrik, Markus was busily working on Henrik’s cock with his mouth, drawing another load out of him and deep into his own throat. Then they separated, but remained together, bodies touching bodies, lips pressed to lips, and arms draped over chests as they all fell asleep in an incredible unity. In the morning, the boys awoke early. After that unforgettable round of intense, loving sex before falling asleep, they’d all slept deeply and contentedly, snuggled closely up against each other. Now, they headed out for an early quick dip in the pool, followed by a leisurely sit in the hot tub. It was quiet and peaceful. A few early trucks could be heard away down the hill on the main island road, and somewhere in the distance a rooster crowed, but otherwise there was no sound. As they sat there, arms around each other, the sky in the east was gradually colouring up more and more. With just enough clouds to spread the colour around, the show was spectacular, and especially when the sun lifted over the horizon. Andrew sighed. “A perfect sunrise to end a perfect holiday.” Markus added, “A perfect holiday with the two men I love.” Henrik put in, “You fellows have been a true sunrise to me, showing me that I’m not a lost cause and I can live a full and happy life. I love you both so much.” They all kissed each other as they sat there in the bubbling water. Tommy was watching them from inside, his face expressing real contentment and deep happiness for his family. As they were eating breakfast an hour or so later, Tommy said, “The van will be here for your bags at ten o’clock. They’ll tag the bags right through to Vancouver for you. Then I need to get you down to the terminal by eleven, so you’ll get on the boat to the airport in time for your flight.” They all nodded. “It’s going to be very quiet here when you’ve gone,” he added sadly. Henrik spoke up, “Uncle Tommy, it may be a while before all of us can get away to come down here again, but you know you’re always welcome to fly up and see us in Vancouver.” Andrew and Markus smiled broadly at hearing Henrik address him as “Uncle Tommy,” and Tommy himself smiled just as happily at the thought of seeing his three nephews sooner rather than later. When the van driver arrived, Henrik’s bag was still missing. “Henrik, the van is here!” “Be right out.” And a moment later out he came, bag in hand, and wearing a t-shirt none of them had seen before. The pre-printed slogan read, “GO BIG OR GO HOME.” But Henrik had crossed out the “OR” and added, in black marker, “AND,” right above it. “GO BIG AND GO HOME.” Markus and Andrew had puzzled looks on their faces, but Tommy’s face split from ear to ear in a huge smile – he understood exactly what Henrik meant. As the aircraft lifted away from the runway and soared into the sky, Henrik, now in the window seat on the right side, got a grandstand view of the steep hills of the island of Alcantara, and the beautiful city of Portavedra rising all around its harbour. He managed to pick out Tommy’s house, high up on the hillside. Straining his eyes, he made out the figure of a man – he knew it had to be Tommy -- standing on the terrace, waving farewell to them. “Until the next time, Uncle Tommy,” he whispered – and he waved back. Epilogue: Nine Years Later The Gang of Three, as they now jokingly called themselves, turned the key and walked into the house on Suncrest Drive. Everything looked the same, but it now felt empty and desolate. Andrew spoke quietly. “It was a beautiful service. I have to write a letter of thanks to the Premier for arranging the honour guard, and to the President for deferring to her predecessor to give the eulogy. Mikael Groening had known both of them for years, and gave the eulogy at Rich’s funeral, so he was the perfect person to speak about Tommy, as well.” Markus and Henrik hugged him, holding him close. They’d all loved Tommy, no question, but his presence in Andrew’s life went back the farthest, and it was not surprising that Andrew was feeling the loss most acutely. He’d been notified from the hospital in Portavedra that Tommy had died, swiftly and without pain. Fittingly, he had suffered a massive heart attack while doing what he had loved all his life grinding out laps in the community pool with his usual energy. The three of them all felt it was the most perfect end possible – quite literally, Tommy had died with his speedos on. And how many 81-year-old men could say as much? A few hours later, there had come a second phone call from a lawyer, informing Andrew that he was designated as Tommy’s executor. He had packed a bag and flown to Alcantara the next day, while Markus and Henrik had followed a few days later, well in time for the funeral. They’d hugged and held each other through numerous bouts of tears, and through laughing reminiscences of their remarkable uncle. On arriving in Portavedra, Andrew had wasted no time getting his status as executor certified. He was then able to claim Tommy’s personal belongings from the hospital, including the keys to the house. The lawyer had informed Andrew that a small note attached to the original of the will informed him that a longer personal letter would be found on the copy of the will in Tommy’s desk. The three of them decided to postpone visiting the house until after the funeral. Now, they were here. Markus and Henrik headed for the kitchen and busied themselves whipping up an improvised meal out of the contents of the freezer, while Andrew headed into the study and began going into Tommy’s desk. It took him no time at all. The will, with the letter attached, was right in the centre drawer, resting on a padded brown paper envelope, thick and weighty. He looked at the envelope first. On it were prominently printed these words: This envelope is NOT to be opened. It is to be delivered intact to the administrative offices of the Alcantaran Museums, in Dunnatore Hall, and retained securely there. It is not to be opened under any circumstances until after the fiftieth (50th) anniversary of my death which occurred on _________________________. Andrew filled in the date of Tommy’s death, “November 17, 2061.” Underneath it he added, “November 17, 2111.” He then set the envelope aside. He would deliver it to the museum offices later. Now he took up the hand-written letter on the will. He read it through once, then again, and started a third time, when he realized that the writing was growing blurry. He dropped it and just sat there, the tears pouring freely down his face. Markus came in, found Andrew crying his eyes out, and knelt down, wrapping his arms around Andrew who dropped his head onto Markus’ shoulder. A moment later, Henrik joined them. He placed his arms across both of their shoulders, as they all wept for the loss of the kind man who had loved and encouraged them all, and who had helped them to find their way into the triad relationship which still nourished and sustained all three of them. At last, Andrew cried himself out. Markus helped him up, and said, “Come on, let’s eat lunch. We can do this part later.” Over lunch, the mood became positively hilarious as they popped open a bottle of champagne from the wine cellar, and reminisced about Tommy’s wicked sense of humour, his snarky remarks about their noisy sexual antics, and the way he’d bought Henrik his first speedo to save himself the hassle of trying to undress Henrik with his eyes through the baggy board shorts he used to wear. After lunch, when they were all feeling better, Andrew got the papers from the study and sat down with Markus and Henrik, then read them the letter. It was dated barely a month earlier. “My dear, dear Andrew, Markus, and Henrik, “I know that my time is coming, although the doctor keeps hemming and hawing. I’m ready. I’m not afraid. I’ve had a long and full life, including all of my many years with Rich. Next to him, the biggest joy of my life has been the time I’ve been able to spend with the three of you, here or in Vancouver, over the last decade. I could have died of loneliness after Rich had gone, but there was no way you were going to let that happen. I am so grateful to you all. “You three are the only family I have left. My parents are long gone, of course, and my younger brother died childless. In the old days, this would have been the tragedy of all tragedies to a Japanese man, to see the end of the family name, but I now know better. It’s the family heart that matters, and the heart and soul that Rich and I nurtured lives on strongly, in all of you. “As always, the will is full to the brim with technical legalese crap (which Rich would have just loved, being a lawyer!). Put simply, there is a bequest of a million dollars to the university to establish the Tomoyoshi/Dunnatore Memorial Scholarships (Hah! Finally, I get to go before Rich!). The remainder of the estate, including the house, passes to Andrew, for legality and simplicity’s sake. This letter, though, is to make sure you all understand that it is a bequest to the three of you as a family unit. “You may be shocked at the size of the estate, but you should know that your Uncle Rich was the son of a wealthy man, as well as being a substantial earner as a lawyer in his own right and a lifelong shrewd investor. My salary from the university and a bequest from my parents didn’t do any harm either. “Along with the will, I am enclosing a two-month-old valuation of the house. This remains valid for twelve months as an estate document, so will hopefully serve you for that purpose too. “I hope this bequest will allow you not only to live your lives as you wish, without money worries, but also to give substantial support to such community causes as you feel are important to you. “With all my love to all three of you, “Uncle Tommy.” They sat in silence. Then Andrew picked up his champagne flute, which he’d brought from the lunch table. “Here’s to our Uncle Tommy, a man who gave us the best of himself every year while he was alive. He’s treated us royally in his will, but that is the least of the gifts he’s given us. To Uncle Tommy!” They all drank the toast. Then Andrew, all business, gathered up the papers and said, “I’ll take this stuff down to the lawyer’s office tomorrow. I’m planning to appoint them as trustees to administer the estate, so I don’t have to stay here for weeks on end to do it myself. After that, I guess I should go to a realtor to start the process of selling the house for us. Any questions?” Henrik asked simply, “Why?” “Why what?” “Why sell the house? Think about it, Andrew. We’re going to be very wealthy men, by any standard. You already own our condo in Vancouver outright. Once the estate is completed, you’re going to be a dual landowner. Why not take advantage of both? Think of the benefits: we can come and go as we please, no worries about hotel availability. We can stay here as long as we like, up to six months at a time. Summer in Vancouver, winter in Alcantara, friends and social life in both places. What’s not to like about that?” Andrew looked thoughtful; it was plain that this possibility hadn’t occurred to him. Markus, though, wasn’t quite so sure. “What about work for you, though, Henrik? It’s all very well for the two of us. Andrew is self-employed and works mostly online now, I’m working part-time, and we’re both getting closer to retirement age anyway, but you’ve got a while longer to go.” Henrik chuckled. “I already covered that. The last time we were here, in February, I went one day to the hospital and talked my way through to the head of therapy services. She told me that they always have to scramble if one of their regulars gets injured or ill, or to cover holiday periods. They’ve sometimes had to fly in casual therapy workers from the U.S.A., from Canada, even from Europe. Having a qualified therapist here for months at a time, ready and willing to work on a short term or casual basis would be a godsend for them. And I’m sure I can do the same thing in Vancouver, using my time there to keep my qualifications current.” Andrew slowly smiled. “I’m impressed, Henrik. You’re more foresighted than I am. It’s pretty obvious to see that you’re on board with the idea of keeping the house. Markus?” “Oh, I am too. I just wondered how that would work for Henrik. I’d love to still have this place for us, with all of its special memories.” “And new memories still to be made here, too,” Henrik added. Andrew chuckled. “Okay, then. It’s unanimous. We keep the house – and the condo. And we commit to the life of three jet-setting gayboys, continually whipping back and forth without a care in the world.” They all laughed and hugged each other happily. Then Henrik said, “Come on! Let’s seal the deal with a swim!” Andrew intervened. “Henrik, for now the house is the property of the estate. It isn’t ours yet. Legally, we aren’t entitled to use it.” Markus put in the last word. “Fuck legality! Let’s go for it! Skinny dip!!!” In no time, he tore off his clothes, dashed outside, and leaped into the pool with Henrik and Andrew hot on his heels, the three of them joyfully plunging naked into the water in broad daylight. ************************* For anyone who's read and enjoyed this story, but missed the previous chapters, you can also find the story of Rich and Tommy in this forum. It's called "Affairs of State."

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The Kiss. The Intensity. Wow. Just... Wow.

Chapter 8: Outside the Box Andrew sat on the bed, thinking. Back in the guest bedroom again. Didn’t we do this part already? Of course, he knew that he’d never been in a situation remotely like this in his entire life. Suddenly it seemed to him that the man he’d known and loved for twenty years was now a complete stranger, someone he’d never met before. It was a strange and disquieting feeling. Yes, Markus had affirmed more than once that he loved Andrew, and Andrew believed him. It wasn’t the fear of losing Markus that now obsessed him, but the fear of what he might be getting into, and how he might find himself in far over his head. He knew that he needed to talk to Uncle Tommy right away, before he let his fears screw him up any further. Again, he hit the speed dial. Tommy picked up right on the first ring. “Andrew! I was just about to send you a text. How are you doing?” “Uncle Tommy, I’m feeling very disjointed and confused right now and I think you’re the only person who can help me sort myself out.” “This sounds serious. What’s the word on Markus?” “He came back. He was waiting for me when I came home from an afternoon appointment.” “Well, that’s good news. Isn’t it? You don’t sound as excited as I’d expect you to be.” “Don’t get me wrong, Uncle Tommy. It’s great that Markus is back. I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw him, I was in such a hurry to leap into his arms!” Tommy chuckled. “That sounds more like what I’d expect. And how long did it take for kissing to evolve into… umm, let’s say, something more.” Andrew now laughed too. “Oh, about ninety seconds, I think. Henrik got a real charge out of watching us getting all over each other A.S.A.P.” “Is that all Henrik did, just watch?” “Of course not. I invited him to join in,” There’s just no nice word for it -- Tommy sniggered. “I’ll just bet you did. And I’ll bet the rest of the meeting unfolded along the usual lines: numerous positions, multiple loads, everyone switching up all over the place. Oh, to be young again!” “Are we that predictable?” “Andrew, you’re gay, and it’s obvious that you guys all enjoy each other’s company, so yes, you three are that predictable.” He let out another dirty laugh. “Well, Uncle Tommy, you’re right – but it was what happened after we calmed down that really threw me for a loop. That part was so totally unpredictable.” Tommy stopped laughing then, listening attentively as Andrew walked him through the true confessions that had followed after their hot sex: Markus stating that he now loved both Andrew and Henrik, and Henrik following on with his declaration that he didn’t love Markus but did love Andrew. Tommy’s face grew grave as he listened. As much as he loved cracking jokes, and always had (it was one of the key things Rich had loved so much about him), he could tell at once that this wasn’t a time for joking, but a time for careful, thoughtful consideration and well-chosen words of advice. “So, Andrew, how is all of this making you feel? What’s your reaction?” “Utterly confused. I have no idea what to say to whom, or what to do and when.” “I can certainly understand why. I’m sure you had no idea of any of these feelings bubbling away under the surface, because both of them kept it all really quiet.” “Uncle Tommy, how do you know that?” “Simple. You certainly would have been on the phone to me a lot sooner if you had found out about how Markus was feeling before now.” Andrew laughed ruefully, shaking his head. His uncle really did know him from front cover to back pages, and there was no point protesting when his words were so on point. Tommy thought for another minute. “Andrew, like you I see a problem here, but unlike you I see a solution. It’s actually a simple solution, although some of the details may require more care and thought. In fact, I’d say that two-thirds of the solution is already in place. And you are just the man to figure out the missing pieces and put the whole picture together. All you need to do is think outside the box and consider the situation from a different angle. Clear?” “Clear as mud, Uncle Tommy. I have no idea what you’re getting at.” “You will, though. You’re a smart man. Just remember that you’re two-thirds of the way there already, and then think carefully about what I’m telling you. Go outside the box -- and look from a different angle. Think about that, and you’ll figure it out. Good luck! And keep me posted.” He clicked off. Andrew sighed. The one time he really needed some good advice from his Uncle Tommy, and all he got was a kind of cryptic riddle to puzzle out. He had no idea what Tommy meant by saying he was two-thirds of the way there, and as for going outside the box and looking from another angle, he was clueless. He sighed again and checked the time on his phone. Nine-thirty – no wonder he was tired, it had been a very long day and a full one too. He opened the door. The lights were out, and the door of the master bedroom closed, so he knew that Markus had called it a night as well. He slipped quietly across the hall to the second bathroom, brushed his teeth and showered, and then headed back to the guest room naked, carrying his clothes which he then put down on the chair. He shook his head in frustration. He’d finally gotten Markus back – but on the other hand, he hadn’t. Right when they should have been celebrating their reunion, he’d tripped right over a huge, unexpected rock in the way, and the shock had caused him to detour back into the guest room. Life was so damned incomprehensible at times. Climbing into bed, he pulled up the duvet and lay there, pondering Tommy’s mysterious words. Somehow, neither the situation nor Tommy’s puzzling words seemed at all clear and straightforward. Straightforward! Suddenly, as that word ran into his thoughts, Andrew felt as if all the hair on his head, no, his entire body, was standing on end. That was the key. He was too busy looking for a straightforward approach to the whole mess, when he really needed to be looking anywhere else but there. And that’s when another thought clicked in. A box is straightforward. But this isn’t. Get outside the box and look for a different angle… a different angle! Of course! Now I get what he meant with the two-thirds part of it as well. This is perfect! Without conscious thought, he found himself leaping out of bed. He threw his briefs on and crossed the hall to the master bedroom. He eased the door open gently, but then found Markus sitting up in bed with the lamp on, studying something on his phone, and looking anything but happy. “Markus.” “Andrew? What’s got you looking so happy all of a sudden?” “I think I’ve just figured out how to handle this whole messy situation.” After a momentary silence, Markus prompted him. “Well?” “Not yet. I need to think it through in detail, be more certain it’s workable, but I’m onto it – thanks to Uncle Tommy. I thought he was giving me some kind of bullshit mystery riddle, and then I figured out what he was actually saying – and it’s absolutely pure genius!” “Isn’t this a bit unfair, you busily bubbling over with joyful energy, but you won’t tell me why?” “I guess,” Andrew said slowly. “But would it be unfair for me to change my mind and come and cuddle up here and sleep with you like I’m supposed to?” A smile spread slowly across Markus’ wan face. “I guess that would be fine. I’m going to have to trust you because it’s obvious that you’re not giving anything else away tonight.” With that, Andrew turned down the duvet, crawled into bed next to Markus, and said, “I’m here now. Let’s snuggle in together.” Markus put his phone down, switched off the light, lying down and coming into Andrew’s embrace. “You know something, Andrew? I’m feeling better already.” “So am I.” They lay quietly there, cuddling together and kissing each other gently until they drifted off to sleep. On Saturday morning, as they drank their coffee, Markus asked, “So, do you still think you have it?” “I think so. Some details I need to consider, and there’s something I want to run by Henrik as well. But I think I’m on the right track.” And with that, Markus had to be satisfied. Andrew was playing the clam to perfection. During the morning, on a break between internet searches, Andrew texted Henrik. “Got an idea to fix this, can u come to see us?” “When and where?” “Our place, 3 pm” “OK” While Andrew was busy on his computer, Markus went into the bedroom and closed the door. He needed to phone Tommy. He picked up on the second ring. “Hello, Markus. I hear you’ve got a problem.” “We sure do.” “How’s Andrew this morning?” “He’s being mysterious. He says he’s got a solution to our mess, but he won’t give any clues. The original human clam, just shutting right up.” Tommy laughed. “Sounds like he figured out my little riddle.” “So he says. It’s actually getting annoying. He’s humming away to himself like he’s right on top of the world, but I have no idea what there is for him to get so happy about.” “Markus, do yourself a favour and stop worrying. Just go with the flow. If Andrew has arrived at the point where I think he has, it’ll be as close to a perfect fix as any of you could want. If I’m wrong, you can call me later and tell me off, but for now, trust me.” “I guess I really don’t have any other choice.” “That’s the spirit! By the way, on another note entirely, when am I going to see you fellows again? It’s been months since you were last here -- and I’d love to have some company.” “I’d really like that too, Uncle Tommy. I only have a few scattered memories of Alcantara but they’re all the most beautiful images, and I’d love a chance to make some new memories there.” “You will, Markus. It really is as close as I’ve ever seen to heaven on earth. Talk about it and let me know.” “I’ll run it by Andrew in a little while, maybe over lunch.” “Thanks, Markus. Hope you’ll be able to come and see me soon.” Well, Markus thought, at least I tried. He’s being just as unhelpful as Andrew. Uncle and nephew, for sure – and then he pulled himself up short, remembering that Andrew and Tommy were only related by marriage. But still, the older man’s influence had plainly rubbed off. He chuckled ruefully, and then turned his attention to the idea of a trip to Alcantara and when it might be possible. The idea had certainly caught fire with him, and he hoped Andrew would be up for it as well. Finding where to book a flight was the easy part. He decided to study the maps of Alcantara, figuring out where Tommy lived and what else was nearby. While he was looking over the map, he was also reading up about the country in online sources. In the course of an hour or so, he had learned much more about Alcantara, and triggered a few more memories, one of them being a crystal-clear mental image of a gorgeous curving crescent of sand framed by palm trees, with a picturesque little boutique hotel at one end. Over lunch, Markus brought up the idea of a trip to Alcantara. Andrew caught on right away. “I guess I’m not the only one who’s been talking to Uncle Tommy,” he laughingly said. Markus nodded. “That’s right. He’d really like to see us. I think he must be very lonely right now.” “I’m sure he is. He and Rich were together for well over forty years, so I’ve no doubt Tommy feels lost without him. I kind of know how that feels.” Markus patted his hand. “But I’m back now, Andrew. What do you say, would you like to go?” “Definitely. We can talk about details later, Markus, okay?” Markus then told Andrew about his memory of a palm-fringed curve of sand, and a small hotel. Andrew recognized the description instantly. “That’s Bahía de la Paz – the Bay of Peace. Tommy told me that he met Rich there for the second time, and that’s when they fell in love. It was also the place where Rich’s mom, my grandma, grew up. She was Alcantaran. Her parents lived in a small house by the ocean, right where that hotel is now. It’s a really special place, very peaceful – just as the name says – and one that I always love visiting again. I can’t wait.” “Sounds wonderful, Andrew.” “It is. Something else I hope you’d enjoy is to visit the National Museums. That was Uncle Rich’s idea and pet project. It was all developed and construction got under way during the years when he was president, and he became the chair of the museum board after he stepped down from the presidency. One of the museums is named after him – Dunnatore Hall.” “You know, Andrew, the more I hear and learn about Rich, the more I’m sure I would have enjoyed meeting him.” “That’s an understatement. You certainly did! That guy loved both of us so much. I still remember him wiping tears out of his eyes when I told him on a video call that I had proposed to you, and you’d said yes. He thought you were the greatest. And you know something, Markus? He was right.” That led to a serious bout of kissing that significantly interfered with the more routine business of cleaning up the lunch dishes and putting the leftover food away. At last, though, Andrew told Markus, “I texted Henrik and asked him to come over at three. Then I’ll be ready to share with both of you at once what’s in my mind.” The next two hours crawled by at a speed that made the average garden snail seem like a hundred-metre sprinter by comparison. At last, though, the phone rang, and Markus picked up. “On the way up,” Henrik’s voice came through the phone, and Markus noted the time as he put the phone down. Three o’clock, exactly. Gotta hand it to him, he thought, he’s nothing if not punctual. In another minute, he let Henrik in and the three of them sat down in the living room, with Henrik and Markus looking inquisitively, not to say inquisitorially, at Andrew. “Well, Andrew,” Markus started, “I hope you’re finally ready to let us know what this is about. And I hope its going to be good.” “It had better be,” Henrik added meaningly. Andrew seemed completely unfazed by the implied tone of criticism in their voices. He began, simply and calmly. “After we all said goodnight yesterday, I called my Uncle Tommy. I needed to talk to someone about what had happened, and he’s my first choice of an advisor whenever the going gets tough. What I got from him, after I told him the story, was not so much advice as a riddle. It went something like this: ‘Unlike you, I see a solution. You’re two-thirds of the way there already. What you have to do is get outside the box and look at the whole thing from a different angle.’ “I couldn’t make anything of that and said so to him. He repeated it, more or less word for word, and told me to just think about it and I’d figure out the solution to our problem. “So I tried, but nothing came. Just as I was mentally cursing him for not giving me something straightforward, it hit me. Trying to be straightforward wasn’t the way. A box is straightforward, with its ninety-degree angles, but Tommy had said that I needed to get outside the box and look at things from a different angle. And then I had the second big ‘aha!’ moment. What if the angle were sixty degrees instead of ninety degrees?” “Oh, God,” Henrik moaned, “I barely got good enough grades in math to qualify for therapy school and here I am, trying to do it again!” “Henrik,” Andrew said calmly, “you work with angles all the time in your therapy as you measure the motion of the joints. Just try to visualize it as I did, because it was the visual image that settled the whole thing into place for me. Imagine drawing a straight line. Now, at one end, take a sixty-degree angle to the right, same distance. At the end of that line, take another sixty-degree angle to the right, same distance. And where are you?” Henrik took a moment to picture it, and then he suddenly got the visual. “You’re back at your starting point.” “And what have you just drawn?” “A triangle.” Markus’s face suddenly lit up. “Not just a triangle, an equilateral triangle!” Andrew smiled. “That’s right,” he said. “Three equal sides, three equal angles. A perfect figure, balanced, complete, equal on all sides and equal on all corners. That’s what we need to be. A triangle. A triad. A throuple – although I absolutely hate that made-up word. That’s who we are, and that’s what we need to become.” Suddenly, Henrik slapped his head with the palm of his hand. “Now I get it – and I get what your uncle meant when he said that you – we -- were two-thirds of the way there already!” Markus came in, rather plaintively. “I don’t get that two-thirds bit at all.” Henrik explained. “In a perfect triad relationship, there are two lines on each side, and two lines flowing out from each of the three members. What have we got? The two lines are there between you and Andrew. One line from you to me, and one line from me to Andrew. The two lines that aren’t there, not yet anyway, are the one from Andrew to me and the one from me to you.” Markus looked at Andrew with a mixture of admiration and wariness. “Andrew, this all sounds great in theory, but are you sure it can actually work in practice?” Andrew smiled. “That’s where the difficulties come in, no question. For one thing, there’s no legal mechanism in any country on the face of the planet to legally form a three-way relationship. But many people do, even if without legal sanction – and not just gay men, either. And there are ways to secure a legal cover even without a direct recognition of the relationship.” Markus remained unconvinced. “Such as?” “Wills and powers of attorney. If we’re going to do this, we all agree to redraw our wills and powers of attorney, mainly to have the executor of the will and the holder of the power of attorney be a member of the triad. Ideally, the alternate would also be a triad member, but that’s less important – except for the medical power of attorney, where I think it should be seen as essential.” “Good thinking,” Markus admitted. Henrik also professed admiration. “You have really been thinking this through, haven’t you?” “Trying to. I know there are more issues, but they can be solved. If we have the courage to admit that we don’t want to lose what we already have, this is the best way to secure it all, and still have room to grow more into our future. That’s especially important for you, Markus, because as things stand, you’re the one who’s in love with both of us.” “I know, Andrew. Yes, I think I’m ready to go with this. What about you, Henrik?” Hesitation. The euphoric mood which had begun blossoming in the room dampened noticeably. Henrik was plainly unsure, hesitant, nervous even. “I’m sorry to ruin the party, fellows. I just don’t know. It’s such a startling idea, and something I’d never imagined doing or even wanting to do. I need to think it through really carefully and try to be completely sure of whether this is truly what I want, or if I think I can commit to making it work. Because we all need to make that commitment. We all need to be ready to go all in or it’s no use.” They nodded. They could see exactly what he meant, and they didn’t want to put any pressure on him. Andrew spoke again. “Henrik, that’s perfect. You are one hundred percent right about committing, and you are absolutely smart for wanting to take time to think it all through before going ahead. We’re not going anywhere, and we’ll be right here. Just one request. If you decide that this isn’t for you, please let us know. Don’t just drift quietly away and leave us wondering.” “That’s fair, Andrew, and I want to play fair with you after you’ve both been so good with me. I promise I will let you know my decision, either way. Gotta go now, gents. I’ll sleep on it for a while before deciding.” They hugged and kissed him goodbye, and he left. Andrew and Markus were alone together again, but there was a palpable difference in the air. “I really hope he comes around to the idea,” Markus said. “In some ways it’s completely different – but I love him just as much as I love you, and that’s a hell of a lot of love.” “Markus, what I love most about you is how love just flows out of you to so many people. And what I love about this idea is that it can work. Despite what Henrik called the two missing lines, there’s more than enough love to go around for all three of us. Let’s see what he decides.” “And if he says he can’t do it, we still have each other.”

@Assmunch What an amazing, beautiful scene -- sex and love in perfect proportions. I'm crying right along with Weeble.

Chapter 7: Confessions Markus sat with a smile on his face, remembering the pleasure of hearing Andrew’s voice again, and grateful that he had apparently calmed Andrew down and drawn the sting of his fears. He also felt deeply moved. Nothing Andrew had said or done before had equalled that moment when he cried aloud in sheer relief on realizing that Markus still loved him. Markus resolved to treasure that memory for any bleak day in the future when he might begin to wonder if Andrew still cared for him. All of that, on the other hand, just made him feel worse still about the strange feelings that were attracting him to Henrik. He desperately wanted to tell Andrew the truth, but he couldn’t figure out a way to do it without pouring gasoline on the flames of Andrew’s already fragile trust in this marriage. In the end, he supposed he would be forced to give up his romantic attraction to Henrik as an impossible fantasy and turn his energy back to rebuilding his marriage in every way he could. Damn it, he thought, why did this have to happen when I’m already happily married and still in love with my husband? Eventually, he saw the time, got up, and walked into the bedroom, noting Henrik already lying under a heap of covers, and well over on his side of the bed. He sighed, sat down on his own side, and started taking off his clothes. Just as he lay down and pulled up the sheet, he heard a rustling noise and saw Henrik, rolling over to face him with a curious gaze. Markus sighed again. “I suppose you want to know how all that went.” “Only if you want to talk about it, Markus.” Markus thought for a minute, and then gave a shortened, simplified report. “Tommy told me that I should really talk to Andrew myself. He was right. Nothing else would have calmed Andrew down. I realized that when I heard how excited he got when I called him. We didn’t talk long, but he’s feeling a lot better now.” “That’s good,” Henrik said, but the words lacked the ring of conviction. “You don’t think so?” Markus picked up the note of hesitation right away. “Sorry. No, just tired, that’s all. I guess I really need to get some sleep.” With that, Henrik rolled on his side again, facing away from Markus. Markus shrugged, rolled the opposite way, and soon the sound of two men breathing slowly and evenly filled the room as they both slept. Andrew, too, slept peacefully, drifting off amid pleasant memories of wonderful times he had shared with Markus through the years. In his dreams, he then found himself with Markus, strolling hand-in-hand together on the beach at Bahía de la Paz in Alcantara. In the distance, near the hotel, he could see a lone man lying on the sand, wearing a blue speedo, and soaking up the sun. Markus pointed that way and said, “There he is.” At first, he’d thought it might be one of their uncles, but as they drew closer, he saw that this man was a blond-haired and much younger guy and looked like a real stud. Andrew felt sure in the dream that he should know this man, but his face refused to come clear – as if it were a photo which had been deliberately blurred. Then the vision shifted, dissolving momentarily into fog before reforming clearly. Now they were soaking in the hot tub on his uncle’s terrace, and Uncle Tommy was in the water with them. Markus asked, “Where is he?” and Tommy replied, “He’ll be out in a minute.” The sliding glass door from the living room slid open and another man started coming out, but before Andrew could make out who it was, he woke up. He lay awake a little while, wondering why he was dreaming about another man. Plainly, it couldn’t be his Uncle Rich as the three of them were all appearing in the dream at their current ages. It seemed odd, but he hadn’t felt that there was any tension between him and Markus over this mysterious stranger in the dream. The entire vision had felt positive and reassuring, not disruptive. Musing thus, he fell asleep again, and passed the rest of the night in a peaceful slumber with no further dreams – or, at least, none that he recalled in the morning. The next morning, Andrew found that his positive mood from last night’s phone call had held strong through the night. The strange dream he filed away in a corner of his mind, unable to make anything clear out of it. When he got to work that day, all his coworkers noticed at once how bright and chipper he appeared, the old Andrew which they remembered from before the accident. Markus was feeling better too. Having followed Tommy’s wise advice, he too was finding that the dam had broken and that he was feeling much more positive about his prospects going forward. Tommy’s suggestion that he get on with his life and worry about the rest of the pieces falling into place later now seemed remarkably on target. He resolved to do just that, as soon as he finished writing the segment of the journal which now occupied him, a segment connected with the fragmentary memories of his years with Andrew, and what pointers those memories now offered him as he moved on. Henrik sensed the new peace in Markus as soon as he had gotten up and had some coffee. That made him happier, too, because it gave him hope that he might soon get his apartment back, and that the torture of treating the one husband in physiotherapy while simultaneously pining hopelessly for the other one would soon be over. What Henrik wasn’t happy about was the realization that his friendship with these two men would also have to come to an end. He hadn’t told Andrew and Markus exactly what had happened to him a few months earlier and he didn’t intend to share it. Suffice it to say that he had finally struggled clear of a clinging relationship with a narcissistic, praise-hungry young guy who could never feel secure about anything no matter how often and forcefully Henrik affirmed it. His ex might have been sexy and muscular with a good big cock, but the size of his ego and insecurities overwhelmed any physical attraction. When he finally realized Henrik was serious about leaving, he threatened to kill himself if Henrik actually left. Henrik went, and his ex tried to make good on his threat (unsuccessfully) – and Henrik had been feeling guilty ever since. Having a friendship with Andrew and Markus beyond the strict limits of his professional duty had done Henrik far more good than he’d ever anticipated. As the week went on, he found himself thinking more and more often that he didn’t want to burn his bridges with his friends, even if it meant he was going to have to go on hiding his true feelings for Andrew. On Friday, Henrik surprised Markus with the announcement that this would be his final physiotherapy session since Dr. Peterson had confirmed that Markus had met or exceeded target ranges for mobility and function in all key areas required to qualify as a complete recovery. Henrik expected Markus to be happy at this news, and the quiet, subdued response he got surprised him. “Well, I guess that’s that, then.” “What do you mean, Markus?” “I mean, I guess we won’t see you anymore.” “Is it that important to you?” “Henrik, you’ve become a good and valued friend these last few months – and I’m sure Andrew would say the same thing if he were. It goes much further than just the therapy. Or no. What I should really say is that the therapy you’ve given us both has gone far beyond anything in your purely professional role.” “Meaning the sex, I suppose.” “It was damn hot, you can’t deny that!” Henrik laughed slightly at that. “But I was actually thinking of how much your friendship has smoothed our way through this stressful time in our lives. Which is why I have to tell you this now. Look, Henrik, this is getting scary, but I’m going to put all my cards on the table. You know how much Andrew and I love each other, and that’s not changing. But now I’m finding myself falling in love with you as well as with Andrew. I don’t know what that’s all about, I have no idea how or why it happened, but there it is.” Henrik had fallen silent. His eyes grew big and round, like saucers, and his mouth gaped open, but no sound came out. Plainly, he had neither suspected nor anticipated this announcement. Markus went on. “I don’t blame you for being surprised. How do you think I feel? I can’t make any sense of it at all, and I sure as hell have no idea how I can possibly explain this to Andrew. All I know for sure is, I love you too, and I don’t want to lose you.” Henrik sighed deeply, as he struggled to find the right words. “Wow… Markus, you really floored me. I did not see that coming at all. Maybe I should have, but….” His voice trailed off into silence. “Henrik? Are you mad at me or anything?” “No. Just confused and puzzled, much the same way you are, I would guess. But you’ve been honest with me, and you deserve the same in return. Markus, I don’t share the same feelings towards you, and that’s not because you’re not a great guy and a good friend – you are. And on that level, I don’t want to lose you either. But romantic love – not really. There’s no sense in it at all. Remember the old saying: ‘The heart has its reasons, which reason can’t understand.’” “I know.” “Well, that’s all the explanation I can give for the fact that I don’t have romantic feelings towards you – but I definitely feel that way about Andrew.” Now it was Markus’ turn to look completely astounded. He did a very creditable imitation of Henrik’s big round eyes and open mouth a moment earlier. They stared at each other in silence for at least a minute, maybe two. Finally, Markus spoke. “Holy shit, what a mess this is!” Henrik replied, “You got that fucking right.” Suddenly, the ice cracked and the two of them began laughing, laughing, laughing as if they’d never laughed before and could never stop themselves now that they’d begun. Each time one of them paused to draw breath, and tried to quiet down, he’d look at the other’s face and that would set him off all over again. Eventually, they slowly quieted down as they simply ran out of energy and air. Then they sat there, looking at each other as if seeing each other for the first time, seeing each other with completely different eyes. Markus was the first to break the silence again. “So now what do we do?” Henrik pondered for a moment. “Well, for sure I need to come to your condo and pick up the therapy table that’s been sitting there unused ever since you landed yourself on me. And since we’re going there anyway, we’ll have to tell Andrew that your physiotherapy is officially completed.” Markus intervened. “And since we’re going that far, we might as well drop the other shoe and tell him everything we’ve just told each other. We’re going to have to do it. He’s very sensitive to atmosphere, so he’s going to be able to feel right away that something weird has happened.” “Do you want to try to get there before he comes home from work?” “Yes. Although, these days, his schedule has become so freewheeling that I have no way of guessing if he’s doing a full day, a half day, working from home, or just going out for one or two key appointments. I’m going to guess a full day, which means we have about 90 minutes to get there ahead of him.” “Well, let’s get this show on the road.” *************** An hour later, Andrew was walking home from the bus stop. He’d had to go all the way out to Surrey to see a new client, but it had been a worthwhile meeting, and the commissions he’d earned from the deal would cover the travel cost several thousand times over. It made for a long afternoon, but at least he now had a quiet weekend to look forward to, and he planned to relax and unwind, now that he actually felt able to unwind for the first time in all the long months since the accident. As he walked up the street, he was remembering another day when he’d walked home and straight into a huge shock – the letter. He hoped no such shock was waiting for him again this time. Hope springs eternal. He rode up in the elevator, opened the door of the condo – and was greeted by the smiling face of Markus, leaning on the corner of the kitchen counter. Andrew froze for one split second, then he raced into his husband’s open arms, laughing and crying and yelling all at once. “Markus! Markus!!! Ohmygod, Markus!!!!!” In a moment, their arms were wrapped around each other while they hugged and cried and kissed nonstop. On the sofa, Henrik sat with the folded massage table next to him, watching the show with ironic interest. While he watched, the show rapidly became more interesting, as the kissing grew more intense, and the hands began roaming to some rather sensitive areas. When the buttons began coming undone, Henrik cleared his throat. Andrew and Markus sprang apart, presenting a dishevelled, partially undone appearance to Henrik’s sardonic gaze. “This kind of behaviour is rather inconsiderate in front of the third wheel.” Andrew grinned at him. “Who told you that you had to be the third wheel? Get over here.” Henrik laughed. “Well, since you asked so nicely….” In moments the three of them were all entangled with each other, with buttons popping and shirts flying all over the place. Then it was shoes pulling loose, trousers dropping, underwear sliding off, until three happy men with three proud boners leading the way headed off to the master bedroom. In seconds they were all lying on the bed in a triangle formation, with Andrew sucking Markus, while Markus licked at Henrik’s beautiful cock, and Henrik had his mouth wrapped around Andrew’s erect pole. The room filled with the sounds of moaning male voices as three mouths performed their magic on three hard dicks, the pace of the moaning rising in sync with the pace of the sucking. Andrew pulled off for a moment and commented, “Damn, Henrik, you’re really good at sucking my cock like you mean it!” Henrik replied with a congenial pat on Andrew’s ass and kept right on slurping away at his tool, so Andrew dived right back down onto Markus and resumed the mouth suction. At the same time, he began poking and prodding at that beautiful ass which he had missed so badly for the last week. In no time, Markus opened right up and let Andrew’s finger slide into him while at the same time not missing a beat on Henrik’s hard dick. All three of them were now leaking pre-cum into each other’s mouths, and it was obvious from the tone of their sound effects that they were all going to cum soon into each other’s busy mouths. Andrew wanted to make sure Markus came first, so he redoubled both the mouth and the finger action. Suddenly, Markus pulled off Henrik’s cock and yelled, “Ohmigod!” as his cock convulsed and exploded into Andrew’s mouth, the busy finger inside his ass driving him to a frantic orgasm such as he’d rarely had from a blowjob. Henrik grabbed his cock and began beating it, but Markus quickly recovered and said, “No!” and swallowed it again. In just a few more seconds, Henrik blew a huge squirt of cum into Markus’ mouth just as he went all the way to the bottom on Andrew, who blew his first big shot right down into Henrik’s throat. After the first explosions ended, they all pulled off and joined in a three-way kiss, exchanging all the cum with each other in a giant snowball, more than enough to go around. Once they’d thoroughly mixed and swallowed all that cum, the three of them flopped down onto the bed, side by side. Markus rested his head on Andrew’s chest while Henrik, on the other side, stroked Andrew’s thigh muscles gently with his hand. It didn’t take long before Henrik’s dick began stiffening up for more action. When he felt himself getting hard and aroused again, he shifted his hand from Andrew’s leg to his cock, which also responded quickly. Markus didn’t clue in right away, but when Henrik rolled over on top of Andrew, he certainly felt Henrik’s pec bumping against his head. Markus lifted his head and opened his eyes, just in time to see Henrik plunge his mouth down onto Andrew’s mouth and start making out. Further down, their now-rigid cocks were duelling with each other between their ab muscles. Markus backed off a bit, and lay on his side, enjoying the sight of the two men he loved getting it on together with so much energy. Their hands were all over each other’s bodies, touching and squeezing and stroking. Henrik slid his hand in between their thighs and down into the gap to stroke Andrew’s taint, making Andrew moan loudly and shiver with the sensation. Then his finger dropped even lower, seeking the hole which he so badly wanted to enter and breed. As Henrik began finger-fucking him, Andrew almost automatically lifted his legs up in the air, pulling them back on either side of Henrik until they were over his shoulders. Henrik then slid down the bed, and let his tongue follow his finger, down Andrew’s taint and then into his ass. Markus watched in delight as Henrik made love to his man’s ass, fingers and tongue sliding in and rotating around, flexing and twisting, loosening the hole, while Andrew’s entire body twisted around on the bed as he groaned in ecstasy from the skilful manipulation of his ass. It was time. Henrik rose up on his knees and moved forward again, placing his cock right at the entrance and then slowly bearing down. It took only a moment, and the head of his dick popped inside Andrew’s tight butt. Then he kept the pressure on until he slowly sank all the way inside and came to rest with his hips against Andrew’s cheeks, and his mouth reaching for Andrew’s mouth to start kissing him again. The whole scene was an incredible turn-on for Markus, as he watched these two men in the throes of a deep and meaningful sexual encounter. He gazed in awe as Henrik slowly pumped his cock out of Andrew’s body and then back in. He watched the play of the back and ass muscles as Henrik slowly worked Andrew over, rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm, while they kept steadily kissing and swapping tongue. Now Markus moved. Rising to his knees, which could now both carry his weight, he moved over until he could rest his hand on Henrik’s firm, round ass, and help him fuck Andrew by pushing down on each stroke. In a flash of insight, Markus realized exactly what Henrik was doing, and wondered if Andrew sensed as well that this sex session had shifted gears, and that Henrik was now making love to him. But Markus realized and, strangely enough, the realization didn’t bother him at all. He had no time to ponder that odd lack of negative reaction, as Henrik was now slowly gaining speed under his hand. He moved around until he was between Henrik’s legs and then bent forward and plunged his face into the crack of the ass, slurping and digging at the hole with his tongue and getting Henrik ready for his cock. The hot tongue bath going on in his butt crack only drove Henrik’s passion faster towards its climax, and Andrew too could sense what was coming. As Henrik’s strokes moved into high gear, Markus pulled his face out but plunged his finger right inside the hole, and finger-fucked Henrik as Henrik cock-fucked Andrew. Markus felt around for the target, found the prostate, and began stroking it. With a loud cry, Henrik moved right into overdrive, pounding down into Andrew’s ass while Andrew urged him on with a gasped, “Fuck, yeah! Give me your load! Breed my ass!” With that, Henrik cried out again and slammed right down into Andrew, feeling every spasm as his cock contracted over and over, forcing an epic load of sperm out of his body and deep inside Andrew’s hole. Markus kept fingering and teasing his gland, loving the feeling of Henrik’s asshole clamping down on him from the force of his explosion. At last, the orgasmic contractions ended, and Henrik lay down again on top of Andrew, the two of them still kissing each other. Markus took that as his cue. He slid up between Henrik’s legs and slowly inserted his own rock-hard cock into Henrik’s ass, sliding farther in until his hips came up against the firm round ass cheeks. But, unlike Henrik earlier on, Markus was too close to his own climax to take his time for a leisurely fuck. He at once began pounding down into that tight hole while Henrik and Andrew both moaned with pleasure under him. He supported his weight on his arms, but he made sure that both of them felt part of his weight pressing down on top of them. It only took a minute or so of steady fucking, and then Markus speeded up, ramming forcefully inside Henrik’s tight hole until his cock exploded, spraying a gigantic load of his seed into that tight, athletic ass. As soon as he finished cumming, Markus pulled out, and flopped down on the bed beside the two of them. Then, as Henrik slowly pulled free from Andrew, Markus said, “Sit on my face, Henrik, and push my load out.” Markus then proceeded to tongue and lick and slurp every bit of his load from Henrik’s hole as it came out in spurts, enjoying the feeling of sucking that tight, firm ass clean. “Okay, I think you got it all,” Henrik said as he lifted off to lie down between them. “I’ll say,” Andrew cut in with considerable feeling. “I’ve never had so much swimming around inside me from just one load. That was incredible!” “Yeah, it was,” Markus and Henrik said in unison, almost as if they’d rehearsed it. Then all three of them laughed. Eventually they all recovered enough to get off the bed, take turns cleaning up in the shower, and then get dressed some plain fish fillets in the freezer, plus boiled potatoes, fresh veggies, and some mysterious mix of seasonings and mayo that enhanced all the simple flavours beautifully. After dinner, they poured another glass of wine and sat down in the living area. Markus and Henrik looked at each other, and they both knew that they were going to have to come clean. Markus began. “Andrew, while I was away, I had a long talk with Uncle Tommy about the whole situation. He said two very important things during that call. The second one was when he told me to call you, and I did. But the first was when he said that we needed to fall in love again with each other, as we are now. Of course, that’s easy for me, because I still remember very little of what you were like when we first met. But I know it’s a lot harder for you, because you still imagine getting the old me back again. I’m beginning to think, though, that it won’t ever happen like that. “If I’m right in thinking that I will never recover all of who and what I was before the accident, then Uncle Tommy’s advice becomes even more important for you to consider. And I’m going to tell you why. “Falling in love with you just came so easily and naturally to me, even before I knew that I had fallen in love with you before. But something else happened, something I can’t either explain or understand. I found that I was getting the same kind of romantic feelings for Henrik. For a long time, I struggled with that because I love you so much, and because we live in a society where love is supposed to be with one partner. It seemed to me that I was weird, or messed up, because I loved two men. Anyway, today I finally got up the nerve to tell Henrik how I was feeling about him. And that’s when things got even more weird and complicated.’ He indicated Henrik with an “over to you” gesture, and Henrik carried on with the story. “When Markus told me about his feelings, I could sense right away that this could get really messy. And that’s not only for the reasons that he’s already mentioned. I knew that I also had to be honest with him, and the honest truth is that I don’t really have the same kind of feelings for Markus, much as I like him as a friend and enjoy his company. The person I do have romantic feelings for is you, Andrew.” Markus picked up the imaginary speaking stick again. “So now you can see what I mean by complicated. Andrew, you love me. I love you, but I also love Henrik. And Henrik loves you. I knew he had been telling the truth when I saw the way he made love to you this afternoon. It was beautiful and powerful and intense, and a bit scary too, because it made me fear the way this messy situation could end up ruining all of our lives. So now you know all about it. The question is, what do we do about it now, because we have to do something. We can’t go on forever, trying to act as if it hasn’t happened – because it has.” A long silence fell. All three of them looked at each other, searching faces for clues. Markus was relieved to see that Andrew didn’t look angry, which was what he had feared. He looked puzzled, yes, and confused, but he was plainly giving the situation some serious thought, and that, Markus thought. was a good thing. At last, he spoke. “You weren’t kidding when you said it was messy. I have no idea what to say or do or think about it all right now. It’s probably going to take some time for me to process all of this and see what comes up. For sure, I want to call Uncle Tommy and get his advice. After that, I just want to go to bed and sleep on it. It’s okay if you want to join me, but I’m honestly not in the mood for any more playing around right now. Maybe I should just sleep in the guest room tonight.” “If that’s how you feel, Andrew, that’s probably the best thing for you to do. I need to do a lot of thinking about it all, and I’d like to talk to Uncle Tommy too, but I’ll let you talk to him for now. I can wait till tomorrow.” Henrik then spoke up. “When I took on this job, I had no idea it was going to get so complicated. You fellows have become such great friends, and I don’t want to lose that, but if that’s in the cards I can live with it. I’ll get on my way now and go and do my thinking and sorting out at my own place. “Oh, and by the way, Andrew – because we didn’t get around to mentioning it before – Dr. Preston notified me that Markus has completed his physiotherapy and is now discharged from the program, so I’m taking the therapy table with me to return it to the clinic. Good night, Andrew. Good night, Markus. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry I’ve messed your lives up so badly.” Seeing that he was hurting, both Andrew and Markus got up and gave him a close hug and a kiss, and then he left them alone. “I’m sorry too, Andrew.” “No apology needed, Markus. I found myself falling for another guy, too, while you were still unconscious. I saw him again while you were away this last week. But there wasn’t anything in it, really. I was trying to convince myself that I actually liked him so I wouldn’t be left all alone if worst came to worst. But I can see that you and Henrik are both completely serious, so that puts this case on a totally separate level. I’m going to go call Uncle Tommy now and see what he has to say. Good night, Markus.” With a simple kiss, they called it a night and Andrew disappeared into the guest room, closing the door quietly but firmly behind him. Markus sad down again, and buried his face in his hands, silently weeping.