The morning sun was filtered through the trees towering overhead. Waist high wisps of fog still clung to the ground as they hiked up the trail. The quiet serenity of these giants was reflected on Alan's face, he was in awe of what nature had accomplished here.

The redwood forest was shot through with beams of sunlight and Brandon captured the boy with his camera against the magnificent background of ferns that spread out before them.

"It's like a church in the woods," Alan said, and Brandon could understand the feeling.

California had always offered such a variety in nature. From these trees to the rugged coastline, the grand views of the Sierra all the way to the deserts of the south, nature here was all about contrasts. A delicate beauty often shook by the incredibly violent forces beneath the earth. Yet none of that seemed apparent this morning, he only had eyes for the boy.

For even in sleep this morning, Alan had been the most beautiful thing Brandon had ever seen. He could stare for hours, the boy oblivious of his adoration. These were moments when emotion rose in his throat and Brandon would feel wonder at the immensity of fortune that had brought Alan into his life.

The smooth skin on the boy's cheek was beginning to show signs of maturity. Wisps of hair on his jaw line, a faint golden fuzz on his upper lip. The boy in him was being absorbed, the man emerging. And what a man he would be, none of this beauty would be lost; Alan would merely evolve into a higher creature.

The very nature of man was built on past lifetime experiences, Alan would be a wonderful man in his mature years. So talented, so capable...so loving. It brought tears to Brandon's eyes and he saw the boy staring up at him through the blur of his feelings.

"What?" Alan had asked ... his eyes now open and aware. His hand reached for Brandon's cheek and the boy smiled. "Don't cry ... I love you."

And the emotions changed, bringing them forward and into the realm of passion. For even as he had recognized the tears for what they were, Alan knew how to stoke the fire in Brandon's heart.

Their lips ground together, tongues tasting that slightly sour morning environment in their mouths. To Brandon it tasted real and made everything about the boy so much more attractive. The smell of his skin after a night's sleep, the tang of sweat on his brow, it all spoke to the reality of their being ... it all fueled the passion.

Alan's lips on his throat, his tongue rasping in the growth of overnight beard ... it was all so sensual, tactile. The boy's fingers pinched and plucked at his nipples, eliciting a moan from deep in Brandon's throat. And Alan rolled onto him, pressing him down on the bed and taking charge of their love making. And as always Brandon yielded, surrendering his mature body to the whims of the boy ... the boy who would be a man.

The passion they had both felt the night before was revived. And yet now their roles were reversed, Brandon giving, Alan taking what they both needed. The passions they had shared for a hundred days and nights all collapsed into this single moment and made them one.

Brandon groaned as Alan slid into him, a cock so hard that he felt impaled. But the boy knew his body so well, every nuance of his being quivered at the flesh that possessed him deep inside. And Alan grinned at the power his cock displayed, the pleasure it evidenced on Brandon's face.

And even as he slid into Brandon's heat, the forces of nature fought within him. Alan's urge to piss raged, the pressure making him groan as the stimulation physically suppressed the ability, replacing it with sexual need. And he stroked and plunged, his cock so hard it felt like it might burst.

Brandon felt the urgency of the boy's actions, the cock so insistent and yet unwilling to surrender the contents of Alan's balls. He squeezed the muscles of his sphincter on the pole inside him and that won him a moan of delight.

"Oh Brand ... keep doing that," Alan moaned. He needed to get off; his balls were aching for release.

And Brandon obeyed, milking the boy. Enjoying the sound of Alan's groans even as the boy's stomach pressed against his own cock, rubbing him towards orgasm.

"Oh fuck yeah ... yeah," Alan repeated over and over. His thrusts becoming more desperate and violent.

Brandon felt his body give in to the pleasure, the flow beginning and building to a wave of explosive power.

He groaned as he came between them, and that only seemed to make Alan's actions more desperate. Brandon resumed his muscle movement although his sphincter had long gone numb at the assault.

"Oh fuck ... yeah ... Ahh fuck ... I'm cumming," Alan whimpered. And Brandon felt the boy shudder as the forces within him let go a flood of pent up energy, flooding his gut with young seed.

Alan collapsed on his chest and they kissed.

"Oh shit ... I'm gonna pee," Alan moaned and he pulled away, leaving Brandon to groan at the sudden emptiness inside. The boy rushed off to the bathroom and Brandon could hear a loud groan as Alan emptied his bladder.

Alan's hands were pressed against the bark of the redwood tree, his fingers spread, his face alight as he gazed into the lens. And Brandon could see the spark in those eyes; the boy was remembering their passion this morning.

He lowered the camera and smiled. "What a sexy boy ... God, I love you."

And Alan's eyes flared with passion, click ... whir ... click, the moment caught for posterity as the beams of light played through the trees in their forest cathedral.

The afternoon brought them to the beach and the breathtaking view of the ocean from the cliffs. Jack and Barry settled on a blanket as Brandon led the boy down a path to the sand. The wind off the cliffs, the spray of breakers off the rocks and Brandon had his moment through the lens.

The beach was walled in by the cliffs; the sound of the surf echoing off the rock walls delighted them both. It seemed like their private place, the pathway guarded at the top, the cliffs surrounding the short stretch of sand.

Click ... whir ... click. "I want you, Brand ... right here, right now."

Brandon lowered the camera, he shared the feelings. They took one last look up the trail and began to strip, their clothing forming a pile ... a bed for their passion.

They stood kissing, rubbing bodies, hands roaming bare flesh. The wind seemed to inflame the feelings as Brandon felt the boy's hair whip around his face. The thunder of the ocean masked their moans, the cries of seabirds urging them on and Brandon lay the boy down on the sand.

He tongued and nibbled on Alan's nipples, the boy propped up on his elbows watching, moaning. Brandon's tongue sought out every crevice, the pucker of his belly button, the crease of Alan's thighs. The boy was rigid and Brandon plunged that hard shaft down his throat as Alan collapsed back on the sand.

His lips sucked on the head causing the boy to shudder, and he lowered his mouth until he felt Alan's pubes tickle his nose. His hands roamed the boy's chest, pinching those pink nubs into hard little points, a nipple erection that made Alan groan.

Alan gasped as Brandon abandoned his cock to lick and suckle his balls. The wind worked at evaporating the moisture on his stiffness, making him feel the chill, thrilling his senses. But that tongue worked its way under his ball sac and Alan raised his legs.

"Oh God ... yes," Alan hissed as Brandon's tongue pushed into his bottom. He squirmed, pulling his knees up higher, hands grasping his ankles ... anything to give that tongue better access.

And Brandon could hold back no longer, he had to be inside the boy. His cock was oozing copious amounts of fluid in preparation for the plunge, and he leaned over the boy and pressed in.

Their eyes locked, and the boy's seemed to flare as Brandon slid into him. This is what he desired, needed ... and Alan's world became nothing unless it was in the eyes that stared down at him with love.

Brandon was absorbed by the feeling, his strokes long and languorous, each moment piling on the next until he was consumed by his role in pleasuring the boy. The place, the feelings ... everything felt new, exciting and they moaned as one.

"Oh yes ... yes," Alan hissed into the wind.

"Oh God ... " Brandon groaned, he was cumming, his passion overwhelming, And just before he erupted Brandon pulled out, spraying the boy with his seed, painting his chest and belly.

"Oh fuck," Alan yelped, "I wanted your cum inside me."

Brandon smiled, leaning down to kiss those adorable lips. "And have a squishy bottom all day, I think not. I'll fill your tank tonight, lover boy."

Alan looked down at the goo on his chest. "Well you better wash the car right now, what a mess."

The ocean was cold; barely fifty degrees this time of year, so Brandon wiped the boy off with his boxers. They dressed and hiked back up the path. Barry was asleep in the warm sun, his head on Jack's lap.

"Get anything good," Jack asked ... the smirk barely visible on his face. Alan blushed, confirming what the man already knew.

"Yeah, it was all good," Brandon said.

"Do you want to pack up and travel back to the city tonight?" Jack asked. "Our flight is at two tomorrow."

Brandon looked at the boy. "Here or San Francisco for the evening. What would you like, Alan?"

The boy smiled. "I vote for another visit to the hot tubs, can we leave in the morning?"

"Sure thing," Jack said. He woke Barry and they packed up.

One more night to relax before the chaos of Los Angeles, Brandon thought. The Teen Star magazine came out tomorrow, Alan would be in Disneyland the following day, and several days thereafter. It didn't seem possible that they could remain anonymous for long.

Dinner in town, the hot tubs after dark. Familiar things, comforting things. And this time when they retired to bed Brandon gave a repeat performance, filling the boy with his seed to a thundering ovation ... it was raining on the roof.

"You're worried aren't you," Alan said as he lay in Brandon's arms.

"Our quiet times may be over, sweetie. Now it will be harder to touch, to share a glance without someone seeing the love in our eyes," Brandon replied. "We have to keep it secret, we have to or everything will change."

"I can think of worse things than being gay, why won't people just leave us alone with that," Alan asked.

"People fear the unknown, they can't understand us and that scares them. Not everyone is that way, just entirely too many for comfort. We just have to be cautious that's all. Take your cues from Jack and Barry; they understand how to deal with it in public."

"I won't have a private life will I? Everyone will want to be in my personal stuff, that sucks," Alan groaned.

Brandon kissed the top of the boy's head. "I'm your personal stuff no matter who gets in the way. Nothing will ever change that, I promise."

Alan sighed. "Maybe everyone will suddenly forget how to read. We could always go back to working on your book."

Brandon smiled. "I have my best friend and companion." He licked Alan's earlobe. "And he tastes delicious."

Alan giggled. "You are my bestest friend ever, lover."

"Bestest? Lord, we need to get you back in school," Brandon laughed.

"Soon, when we get back to New York."

The rain increased, the sound filling their room as Alan fell asleep. Brandon could feel the boy slump against his body, but his mind would not let go of his thoughts.

No one could find out about them, it would destroy a budding career. One slip and the word would get out. The gay label had destroyed so many careers, it was senseless, disgusting. So the walls would go up, for security and privacy. For they would still need time alone to fulfill their desires, and soon it would become more then a need, it would be a necessity.

Brandon had seen what fame did to some people, it wrecked their lives. He would not allow that to happen to Alan. The boy had just over a year left in his childhood contract with Theresa. After that it would be Alan's decision to continue or walk away. His life was more important than fame.

But the boy had shown nothing but good sense and maturity in all his dealings with the people around him. The thought was comforting, he was so proud. Not only had he found a lover, but they were forging a partnership, one for the ages.

Morning came and Brandon started awake. He hadn't been aware of falling asleep, but now he missed the warmth beside him. The bathroom door was closed, and then he heard the toilet flush. Alan returned and slid beneath the covers. He smelled of toothpaste as he snuggled up close.

"Did you sleep well?" Brandon asked.

"Yup, that brandy did me in again," Alan giggled. "Now I'm horny."

"You were born horny, let me make a bathroom visit first, then we can ravish one another."

Brandon remembered to brush, wishing to hell he'd remember to buy some other brand of toothpaste. Middleton might be the client but his toothpaste was crap. He returned to bed and Alan crawled onto this chest.

"I love lying on top of you like this, am I too heavy?" Alan asked.

"No, I can't think of a better way to be crushed to death," Brandon smiled.

And as he felt Alan's cock slide between his thighs Brandon raised his legs, giving in to the boy's desires and his own. If only this could last forever, if only the world wouldn't get in the way of their love, Brandon thought.

But as always, the boy's physical needs brought him back to the moment and he felt swept away by the heat and insistence of Alan's passion. For the boy played him like a fine stringed instrument, their bodies resonating with the moans of making love as only two people in tune could do.

In the months before when they first lay down for their love, Brandon had felt Alan feeding off his passion, embracing the little things that made them such successful lovers. At first he had thought the boy was copying his moves, afraid of making a mistake.

But no, the boy had been studying him, learning what he desired and fanning the flames whenever he could. No one had ever seen to his emotional and physical needs like Alan did, Brandon had been stunned when he discovered the truth. For nothing in life offered greater satisfaction than this kind of giving, the boy was a true wonder.

It spoke volumes about Alan's self confidence and maturity. The boy used this knowledge to satisfy his needs, but more for the benefit of others. It made him dear beyond belief. And even as these thoughts crossed Brandon's mind he was aware the boy was doing it yet again.

And as they reached that stage of a blissful and mutual orgasm, Brandon marveled at the sight above him. For no matter how many wonderful photos he took of the boy, Alan never looked more exciting or full of life as he did when their love reached a crescendo.

His head thrown back, mouth open and lips quivering with emotion, it was the smile of satisfaction Alan had as he climaxed that gave Brandon his own personal thrill. He would never capture that image for the world, it was his own personal heaven and it defined his love for the boy.

And even as they showered afterwards, Alan kept a hand on Brandon at all times. The touch a sign of affection and more. For it seemed to take the boy a long time to come down off the high their love kindled, this was just a sign of that feeling. Alan felt so invested in love that mere drugs would seem inadequate by comparison.

But as they packed their things Brandon felt a sadness creeping into the boy's composure.

"Will we ever come back here ... will it ever be like this again?" Alan wondered aloud.

"This place is very special, we both know that. I'm sure we'll be back; I'll make sure we come back. For one of these days life will get very complicated and we'll need someplace simple like this to remember."

Alan smiled as they walked out the door into the fog. The resort sat in heavy blanket of white mist; as if the clouds had come down to greet them. They had a light breakfast in the dining room before they left, enough time for Carlos to say his good-byes and share hugs, then they were off.

The drive south was blanketed in fog, making for dangerous travel. But the trees seemed to loom around them, giant sentinels reaching for the hidden sky above. Alan held Brandon's hand as Jack drove with caution.

Alan smiled. "Maybe God didn't want us to leave today?" He ventured.

Even Jack smiled at that. "Just wait until you see what the fog does to the city, it's like a dream come true."

And as the One-o-One neared the Golden Gate Bridge Alan stared intently. The sun had burned off just enough of the fog to make the giant span seem to float in a sea of white.

"Wow ... that's so cool," Alan grinned.

And through the mist, the city appeared like a dream. City by the bay never had a greater meaning than it did right then. And Brandon saw the love in Alan's eyes. Yes, they would have to come back here ... maybe forever.

The one hour hop to Los Angles went smoothly, their arrival at LAX was something else again. From the fresh ocean breezes of the north to the smog laden skies of LA, Brandon could only be thankful it wasn't summer.

Alan gazed around, as if expecting the city to be something right there. But the airport was just a huge complex for people and flying machines. Not even Jack felt familiar enough to drive in this huge sprawling town so they had engaged a car and driver to meet them.

Finally they were away from the airport and Alan could see the tall office buildings of downtown in the distance. Even Brandon felt a little disappointed after the thrill of San Francisco, nothing felt exciting about this place.

"I hope Disneyland looks better than this," Alan said.

Brandon smiled. "It's a different world, sweetie."

Soon they were on the 5 headed south towards Anaheim and the Disney complex. For security reasons Jack had booked them at the Plaza across from the park. This time of year the crowds would be mainly tourists from around the world, school was still in session here in America.

Kids would be the first to recognize Alan and it was Friday, the weekend began tomorrow. Teen Star would be in the hands of young girls everywhere by now. Brandon just hoped they could sneak in and out before the secret was out. He imagined a bevy of young love sick little girls spreading the word. Alan Bennett was seen at Disneyland.

Jack had suggested they not tell the Disney folks right away unless things got out of hand. He was sure Alan didn't want any special treatment, just loads of fun. His security role was taken seriously, his heart was another matter. Jack could only love the boy; he'd never met anyone quite like Alan before.

The Plaza Hotel was pretty quiet when they arrived at five in the evening. Brandon signed them in and they made for the elevators. But they all stopped dead in their tracks as they passed the gift shop. For there was the magazine rack and right out front was the latest edition of Teen Star. The smiling face of Alan Bennett graced the cover.

"Oh Jeez," Alan said. Barry went in and bought four copies, and then they made their way upwards to the suite they had booked. Brandon could almost feel the tension in that crowded elevator. Jack and Barry were resigned to their role, Alan was stunned.

The bellhop wheeled their bags into the room and accepted a tip with a nod, and then they were alone with Alan's celebrity status. They all sat down in the living room to read what Teen Star had to say.

Besides the cover, there were six photos and a few paragraphs. Some of the information was from Alan's press kit, the rest from the short interview. The concept of the magazine was to show off the boy, pictures that would soon adorn the bedroom walls of girls everywhere.

"Jeez, Brandon ... I didn't know I was going to be on the cover."

Brandon dropped the magazine on the coffee table. "Nothing else I saw in there comes close to you, they went with the biggest draw they had. Yes, they probably should have warned us ... or Theresa should."

He looked at his watch and opened his cell phone, dialing Theresa's private number.

"Afternoon, Brand," Theresa said, recognizing the number on her caller ID.

"The damn cover? Theresa, you should have warned me," Brandon said.

"I swear I didn't know either, but can you blame them?"

"Hell no, I would have done the same thing in their shoes. This is a big score for their itty bitty titty magazine."

Jack laughed and Alan gasped before he burst out laughing, Barry just smiled.

"That was uncalled for Brand, but I understand," Theresa said. "If it complicates your vacation then come home, you can go somewhere else."

"Somewhere else? Mars maybe, there must be a million of these magazines out there," Brandon said.

"A quarter million if I'm not mistaken. We wanted publicity for the boy, now we have it. You'll make out rather well from this exposure I imagine. How's Alan?"

Brandon sighed and handed the phone over to the boy.

"Theresa? Wow, this is all so sudden," Alan said.

"That's how it happens, sweetie."

"I had a little girl ask for my autograph the other day, it was sweet," Alan said.

"Aww ... and I know you liked that. I had some photos of you printed up, things you can sign and pass out, they ought to be there today. There will be lots of fans out there now, you deserve it."

"Thank you Theresa, I love you," Alan said.

Theresa was silent for only a second or two. "Thank you dear, I love you too. Now go have a good time and tell Brand to get some pictures of you with the Disney characters, I'd love to put them up on my wall. Bye-bye now, sweetie ... call me tomorrow, OK?"

"Bye, Theresa"

Brandon took back his phone and grinned. "You have that woman wrapped around your little finger, I've never seen her act like this before."

"Are we going to the park tonight?" Alan asked.

"Oh yeah, fireworks and all that jazz," Brandon said. "Let's clean up and then go downstairs for dinner, can you handle Mexican food?"

"Oh yeah, I can eat a dozen tacos," Alan said.

"Then we jog five miles tomorrow," Jack said.

Alan laughed. "We already jog five miles every morning."

"I mean five additional miles, that makes ten," Jack said with a smile.

Alan groaned. The physical training was just beginning to get easier. The morning jogs with Jack and the afternoon body workouts with Barry. Alan had wanted to jump right in for some karate lessons but Barry refused. "When you're ready I'll let you know," Had been his answer. It still hadn't started.

They showered; the suite had a bathroom in each of the bedrooms, and dressed casually. By now Alan was wearing the Italian clothing almost all the time, he seemed to like it.

"Disguise?" Jack asked.

"Do I have to?" Alan answered.

"I suppose not, let him get a taste of stardom and we'll be able to judge the reaction. I imagine tomorrow will be a different story," Brandon said.

They had dinner in the hotel restaurant and Alan ate tacos as promised. But as they re-entered the lobby the manager approached with a FedEx box in his hand. Theresa had sent five hundred of the photos; Brandon asked if he could have them placed in the room.

"Just a warning, Alan, once you start signing autographs it won't stop until we leave the park. So let's just have fun tonight, catch a few rides like any normal tourist, OK?"

They took the hotel shuttle to the main gate and got out to buy tickets. Brandon figured a three day pass for each of them was a good place to start. Then they walked through the gates, and into the magical land Walt Disney had created for children of all ages.

It was Friday night and hundreds of people filled Town Square and Main Street. They took it slow, gazing in all the shops as they headed for the castle which loomed in the distance. It was still early evening and families were spread out everywhere in groups. But by the time they got to the Central Plaza they had a following.

"You better smile," Brandon laughed. "There are about twenty young ladies following you."

"OK, what should I do?" Alan asked.

"You probably ought to stop and talk to them. Tell them you're out with your family and are just here for some fun like they are. Be nice, sign whatever they have and we'll move on. Just don't get into the hugging or kissing thing. That might start a riot."

They took a few more steps and Alan turned. The whole bunch of girls rushed forward and all started talking at once.

"It's him, I knew it."

"Are you really Alan Bennett?"

"Can you sign my T-shirt?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Is there some kind of event going on?"

"Where did you get those clothes?"

Alan smiled and the girls pressed in close. Jack and Barry were right there a few feet away, watching but not interfering.

"So I guess you've all seen the new Teen Star magazine by now," Alan began. "Yes, I'm Alan Bennett."

Moans and screams from the girls.

"What are YOU doing here?" One girl pressed.

"I'm here with my family, just like you. This isn't an appearance, I'm on vacation."

He began to sign everything in sight, talking to each girl as he did. The crowd around them grew, filled with parents and family. It took him twenty minutes to get through all the fans, answering questions along the way.

"So what's your favorite ride? Where are you from?" The boy knew how to work a crowd, and Brandon watched him treat each young lady as if she were something special. Then he addressed the crowd.

"Thank you all and I hope you have a good time this evening like I plan to."

Alan waved and turned away, walking across the bridge and into Cinderella's castle with Brandon at his heels. Only a few of the girls followed until their parents called them back.

"Steer left," Jack advised, and they passed by several of the attractions.

Alan didn't look uncomfortable; in fact he was still smiling as they approached the Haunted Mansion off Liberty Square.

"Wow, that looks creepy, can we go in there?" Alan asked.

"Only if you plan to scream like a little girl," Brandon laughed. "It's a great ride."

Alan turned to Jack. "You guys coming too?"

"Of course, I'd love to watch Barry scream," Jack said.

"Oh yeah, right," Barry laughed.

The line held them up for ten minutes, but Alan stood behind Brandon, using him as a shield to ward off prying eyes. The boy managed to bump him several times, looking over with a grin each time. Finally they got into a car together, with Jack and Barry right behind them in the next car.

For the next ten minutes their senses were assaulted by spooky images, sounds and music, it was great fun. But Alan finally had Brandon to himself and they held hands with their bodies pressed together. They both screamed at a few of the apparitions, laughing when they heard Barry scream as well.

It was all over too soon and they were back out in the fading sunlight.

"Wow, that was great," Alan laughed. "What's next?"

They managed the Jungle Cruise and a look at several other venues before it started to get really dark. Alan had to stop several times and chat with several young girls who recognized him, but in all he had a great time. They finally settled in a corner of the Central Plaza to wait for the fireworks.

Again several girls approached him, but this time with their parents in tow. Alan spoke to the adults with the same ease that he had with their kids. Many wanted to know what he was doing there, others telling him of having seen the ads. But everyone left them alone once the fireworks started.

The park played music during the display and Alan laughed and clapped along with the crowd. Brandon enjoyed watching the boy have fun. Alan was like a child once again, an image Brandon had always imagined but never really known. And when it was over they walked back to the entrance, a little tired out from the day's events.

Jack led them to the taxi stand, not wishing to be seen boarding the hotel shuttle. If the girls found them it would be all over town in a matter of hours, worshipful fans were like that. And even at the hotel the boy garnered a few looks, so they made straight for the elevators.

"OK, that was interesting," Jack said when they got back to the suite. "Tomorrow will be a lot more difficult. I suggest we have a room service breakfast and talk before we go back over there."

"That's fine; I don't want you guys to get upset," Alan said. "What happened tonight was fun, but with too many kids it might be a disaster. We can always go home."

"If it gets to be too much pressure we will," Brandon said. "I don't even think your disguise will work anymore."

"Let's just hope the Disney folks aren't going to freak, I don't want to see Alan on the evening news," Barry said. "OK, bedtime for us ... see you at breakfast."

Brandon and Alan went in their own room and shut the door.

"If this is an issue I think we ought to leave tomorrow and go home," Alan said immediately. "I don't want Jack and Barry to get upset, I know they care about my safety."

"It's more than that, they care about you. But if you can't go anywhere without being mobbed then we ought to go home. I want you to have fun, you deserve it. Maybe Disneyland was a bad idea, I'm sorry."

Alan moved in close and slid his arms around Brandon's waist. "I saw the look of joy in your eyes when the fireworks went off, it turned me on."

"And I saw the little kid in you tonight and I loved it," Brandon said. "There are so many things we could do, places we could go; we don't have to stay here if you feel uncomfortable."

Alan smiled and offered his lips for a kiss. Brandon held the boy, feeling the hardness pressing against his thigh. "Let's get in bed," Brandon said.

Alan began to undress and paused. "I've never been deep sea fishing or skin diving. Never rode a horse or been up in a hot air balloon. I don't think I would like to sky dive or bungee jump, go big game hunting or mountain climbing. But I could handle being alone with you on a deserted island if we had food and water."

Brandon smiled. "Then let's go find that island."

They crawled in bed and embraced. "Thanksgiving is next week, huh?" Alan asked.

"Yes, suppose it is," Brandon said, "What are you thinking?"

"Well Christmas is a month away and we won't have that Chinese clothing business until after the New Year. Would Theresa let us take a month off?"

"A whole month? We're just getting started," Brandon said.

Alan smiled. "I'll ask her, she won't say no to me."

"What would we do for a month?"

"Find that island and make love on the beach."

Brandon laughed, pulling the boy onto his chest. "You're a romantic devil, aren't you?"

"So can we go? Can you find that island?" Alan asked.

"For you ... anything."

And Alan sat up, sliding his body down and reaching back to spread his cheeks so Brandon could penetrate. And as he rode Brandon's lap the world seemed to go away.

Across the street lay the world's biggest playground, now it no longer held their interest or their imagination. But somewhere there was a beach covered in clean white sand waiting for them to arrive, and for a short time they were already there.

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