Ben couldn't remember the last time he felt this good, this excited. He knew it had to be with Joseph all those many years ago. But the boy finally felt like he'd given the man he loved something worthwhile. And oh ... it had been amazing.

It had been almost eight years, Ben thought, eight years since he had felt the fulfillment of another body in concert with his. OK, it had only been oral sex, but that was great, they didn't need to take it anywhere else for the moment.

But Ben had thrilled at the boy's desire to please him, and he didn't feel the least bit guilty at the pleasure they both achieved. With his arms wrapped around the boy it still felt like heaven.

"Gene ... ?"

"Hmm ... what?"

"It's taken you all of four days to get me in bed like this," Ben laughed. "You were wonderful."

"Hmm, thanks. Dean suggested we start off slow and simple ... I've sucked before."

"You and Dean planned all this, didn't you? Little devils."

"I had to ask him, Ben ... I didn't want to make a fool of myself."

"I would never think of you as a fool," Ben said. "You don't keep any secrets from him, do you?"

"I will if you want me to," Gene said.

"No, sweetie. I envy the relationship you have with him...I don't know what it means to be close to a brother like that ... you're lucky."

"You don't have any brothers or sisters?" Gene asked.

"Nope ... just me, and sometimes that was real hard."

"But now you have me," Gene said.

"Yes, sweetie, I do. Hmm, did I tell you we're going to Florida?"

"Florida ... the beach?"

"Yup, we'll get to spend lots of time at the beach," Ben said.

"Uh oh, your parents are in Florida ... are we gonna stay with them?"

"Yes we are."

Ben felt the boy tense up and try to pull away.

"I can't be goin there, Ben ... you said we had to keep this to ourselves."

"They don't know I'm gay, sweetie ... they won't know about us."

"Uh ... are you sure this is a good thing?" Gene asked.

"I go there every Christmas; it would be odd if we didn't go. That would seem suspicious. But I am your guardian ... I want you there."

Gene relaxed; he had to accept Ben's word on the subject.

"You'll like my mom," Ben continued. "She's been everybody's mom for as long as I can remember. All my friends used to come here after school and they loved her ... you will too."

"And your Dad?"

"My Dad can be a hard man, but he made me what I am today. I never got a chance to get in trouble when I was growing up, he kept me busy doing homework and chores. But he's a loving man too; I think he will like you very much."

"He is Tom's friend, right?" Gene asked.

"For a very long time, Tom misses him very much."

"If Tom likes him then I will too," Gene said, snuggling his face into the side of Ben's neck.

Ben smiled, knowing Gene had bonded with the big man and seemed to trust his opinion. The boy had spent so much of his life doubting his own abilities thanks to a couple of crappy parents. But putting his faith in others, trusting when he probably should be fearful was just so ... so wonderfully sweet.

He lay there for a while, feeling the boy's warm breath on his shoulder. And finally the steady rhythm of that breath told him Gene had fallen asleep. A wave of emotion swept through his thoughts. Oh the thrill, the joy was finally his ... and he was sticking his neck out a mile.

The risk seemed minimal; Gene would never give them away. And it wasn't like the boy didn't want to be involved; he had actually plotted this course they were on. The boy felt secure and safe ... safely sexy with the man that he loved. From this vantage point it was hard to see anything wrong about their love, they both wanted to be here.

It was probably around dawn when Ben awoke. The boy had been cuddled up close all night long, but now one slender leg draped across his thigh. That need for contact had grown stronger; Gene was staking his claim to Ben's affections.

He turned his head and stared at the face of perfection. In his mind there was nothing nobler than this boy's face, it was something he would never forget. And he wondered what time would do to them. Wallowing in the here and now was an adolescent feeling, adults planned ahead.

It would be the most awesome feeling in the world to stand up for the boy at graduation, he could see that. But he needed to instill a sense of destiny in the boy, a sense of himself beyond tomorrow and into the future. He was most worthy, aside from the beautiful face and body, there was a genuine heart beating inside. Nothing would make me happier then to watch him grow and succeed, Ben thought.

Gene's mouth moved in his sleep, forming words that only filled a conversation in his dreams. It was adorable to watch. A slight smile came to the boy's lips and Ben knew he was finally at peace in his mind.

He closed his eyes and drifted for what seemed like only a moment. The boy's gentle touch brought him awake instantly.

"Hey ... " Gene whispered.

"Hmm, Morning sweetie," Ben replied. "Are you awake?"

"Yes ... I've been watching you," Gene said. He kissed Ben's neck and nibbled an earlobe.

"Hmm, be careful ... you'll start something," Ben said.

"I ... I really ... really ... really love you," Gene said. "It feels amazing."

Ben rolled on his side and ran his fingers through the boy's pillow crushed hair. The smile on Gene's face gave proof to those thoughts.

"And I am so lucky to love you too," Ben said.

Gene giggled and climbed on top, laying his head on Ben's chest. He could feel the boy's erection against his thigh and knew where this was all going. Having a virile young man in his bed would prove to be the most thrilling time in his life or the most exhausting. For the moment he was hoping for the former.

He took the boy's head in his hands and Gene scooted up until their lips met. There was nothing subtle about that passionate kiss as their hard cocks pressed into one another's stomachs. Ben's hands slid down to the boy's bottom and pulled them tighter together. The rubbing of two excited cocks seemed to expand until Ben felt himself thrusting up into the boy as Gene pressed down.

Gene was humping as the kissing seemed to expand the feelings they both were having. The boy's moans caused Ben to grasp and pull at Gene's butt cheeks. He spread them, inching a finger down the crack until it centered on that little pink treasure. It must have been the right thing to do because Gene groaned through their pressed lips and redoubled his thrusting efforts.

One or both of them was soon emitting copious amounts of fluid to lubricate their sexual progress. Ben kept his finger pressed against the boy's anus, rubbing gently and feeling the tense little muscle down there begin to relax. Even without lubrication he managed to work his finger inside to the first knuckle.

"Oh Ben," Gene gasped, pulling his mouth away only to start kissing Ben's neck instead.

Ben raised the finger to his mouth and managed to cover it with spit before returning it to Gene's butt hole. This time he wiggled it in to the second knuckle and the boy went wild. Their cocks and bellies were soaked in pre-cum, the rub off becoming even more frenzied. Ben knew he wouldn't last much longer and with the way Gene had responded he was amazed the boy hadn't exploded already.

The finger wiggled and Ben felt the sphincter relax as the rest of his finger slipped inside. And there it was ... that little nub of fleshy nerve he'd sought. And Gene squealed as Ben rubbed his prostate, his sphincter gripping Ben's exploratory finger until it almost hurt. But the boy was gasping and groaning now, his climax assured.

"Oh ... my ... Ben ... Ben ... ahhhh, BEN ... " Gene yelled.

And Ben felt the boy's sphincter muscle turn to mush as the contractions began. He pressed against the prostate, fingering Gene the best he could from this angle. Gene kept squealing as his cock spurted between them, covering them both with a massive flow of creamy juices. It was enough to send Ben over the top and he relaxed as his seed joined Gene's in a massive orgasmic concert.

And for a fleeting moment Ben wondered ... but he needn't have. Gene kept pumping, working his way to that second high peak of ecstasy. The boy's anus squeezed his finger and then relaxed. It was slippery in there now as Gene's body secreted lubrication ... inviting that finger to thrill him even more.

"Ahhh ... ahhhh ... oh ... shit ... " Gene screamed, and his second orgasm hosed them down yet again.

Ben slid his finger out as Gene collapsed, chest heaving and gasping for breath. The boy certainly put everything into these sexual releases, enough to make a grown man jealous, Ben thought. But here's where it becomes difficult, they had a choice to make.

"So you liked that ... ?" Ben asked.

"Oh My God ... what did you do to me?" Gene asked. "It never felt like that before."

"Now you know why Dean likes being fucked."

Yeah it was blunt, but was there any other way to express what the boy had just experienced? Gene braced his arms and pushed himself up. His face was glowing with contentment as he stared down into Ben's face.

"You want to fuck me." It wasn't a question. "I want you to fuck me if that's how it feels."

"Whoa, slow down sweetie. You know I'll do anything to please you, but that little chore takes some preparation. This isn't some competition for you to win against your brother, Gene. It has to be done the right way or you can get hurt."

Gene smiled down at him. "You wouldn't hurt me."

"I don't want to hurt you ... but I could. Don't ask me to rush onto this; I want it as badly as you seem to. Let's take the time to do it the right way, OK?"

"You're the boss," Gene said. He looked down at the mess between them and giggled. "Uh, we seem to be stuck together here."

"Shower time," was all Ben had to say.

All that hot water and the sight of a beautiful soap covered boy almost made Ben feel horny again. At one point Gene bent over and ran an exploratory finger around his anus.

"What was it you did back there? Like you touched something inside of me and I went crazy with the feelings."

"Your prostate is like a little bundle of nerves up inside of you, I told you about that before. Actually it's a gland that produces some of the juice your sperm uses to surf around. When you have anal sex the penis rubs up and down against it producing those awesome feelings. But it will only feel that good if you are relaxed, so we have to teach your muscles how to do that first."

He'd watched the boy's eyes while delivering that information and saw nothing but trust looking back at him. Or was it lust ... no matter, it had to be done the right way.

"I want to make love to you, Gene."

"So when's it gonna happen?"

"When I think your body is ready ... soon, ok?"

Gene grinned; it was what he wanted to hear.

The weekend produced no demands for anything further. They had oral sex several times a day with Gene insisting Ben use his finger each time, probably in hopes that this would contribute to the preparation he needed for the big score.

They ate, watched several movies and cleaned house, nothing beyond Ben's normal weekend routine ... well except for the glorious sex. While Gene was in school on Monday, Ben visited the Arcadia Video store, probably the only sex shop in town that one could enter without feeling like a shower afterwards.

He purchased some water based lube and looked at the assortment of toys on the wall. The guy behind the tall counter gave him a look. Ben almost felt the need to explain himself, or at least lie about it, but what the fuck ... it was none of the man's business.

The rest of the week passed quietly. Gene's mother signed away her rights five days after the boy walked out of her life. Ben filed the documents with the county that very same day; Gene was in his care now ... and hopefully forever.

Thursday night came and Ben took the boy out to dinner. The quiet little restaurant fed them exquisite lasagna and didn't bat an eyelash when Ben ordered the wine and two glasses. The waiter poured them both a glass and Gene looked up at him in surprise, then he looked at Ben for an answer.

Ben raised his glass. "Here's to the best thing that ever happened to me ... you."

Gene blushed and they touched glasses. The boy took a sip and made a sour face, but then he smiled as Ben reached across the table and took his hand.

"You don't have to drink it ... this is just a symbol. One week ago a beautiful boy said he loves me and I never want to forget that moment or the feeling."

Tears glittered in Gene's eyes as he raised the glass for another sip. "I do love you," he said, his voice choked with emotion. Again with the sour face upon tasting the wine.

"You don't have to drink it, sweetie," Ben said.

"I want to ... I always want to remember what you've done for me," Gene said. He sniffed and set the glass down on the table, wiping his eyes with the napkin.

"I got you something ... " Ben said, producing a small black box from under the table and placing it in front of the boy.

Gene's face lit up with that endearing smile as he picked up the present. His fingers trembled as he opened the lid and stared down at the gold watch inside. It wasn't a Rolex, but the Swiss timepiece looked very much like the one Ben wore himself. Gene looked up in amazement.

"I had something inscribed on the back," Ben said.

Gene turned the watch over and read. "For Gene, with all my love, Ben."

And now tears rolled down the boy's cheeks, but the smile never left his face. It was a moment Ben would treasure in his heart as the boy strapped the watch in place and gazed up with watery eyes.

"You make me feel ... I love you, Ben."

And with that he picked up the wine glass and took another sip. The sour face made them both laugh this time.


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