Life often runs in circles, or seasons as I proclaim in this story. Relationships evolve, are born anew and even pass the test of time. To each of these fictional partnerships I bequeath a long life simply because I would like it to be true in the fictional world, we all know it is not in ours. But this is a work about love and joy, every character deserves to be happy, and so they shall.

Chris James

The first snow flurries hit Littleton in mid-November, nothing that caused major concern, just a warning that the Farmer's Almanac might finally be right; it was supposed to be a bad winter ahead. Boys walked into the classrooms at Bradford with snowflakes sticking to their hair and jackets, all rosy cheeked from the thirty-something temperatures.

Neil's Halloween weekend had created some significant moments in the lives of several pairs of boys. Dillon now sat at the lunch table with the gay boys, a rainbow flag proudly pinned to his shirt. The display of that symbol had raised a few eyebrows on the freshman dorm and Tom Boswell had certainly noticed it as well.

Dillon's presence on campus had raised some concerns. The boy was a brilliant student academically; his level of maturity was the only issue ... as was his father's position. The school had welcomed the sons of ambassadors and politicians on many occasions, just never one so young. Tom had been following the boy's association with the gay group and knew most of the other boys would be kind and guide Dillon as he grew into the Bradford community.

So when Tom realized there was something going on between Alan and Dillon he became concerned, it was his job to feel that way. He asked to see them both during activity period; it was time to talk it out.

"Good afternoon, guys ... I suppose you know why I wanted to talk with you."

Alan looked at Dillon and smiled. "We're in a relationship ... it just happened. I know you probably don't approve ... "

"Whoa," Tom said. "I'm not here to judge you ... it seems you've already done that yourselves. I just want some assurances that this isn't going anywhere fast ... do you understand what I'm asking ... Dillon?"

"Yes sir ... you mean in our private moments," Dillon replied.

"Yes. I understand the needs a boy feels and I don't want you to make any mistakes. The age difference alone is a cause for concern. But I've watched Alan for some time now; I do have confidence in his judgment. You on the other hand are still new to me, and I'm sure you understand how the school views freshmen becoming attached to the older boys."

Dillon sighed. "Alan and I have talked about that, we understand the concerns. I don't suppose it's enough to say that nothing major has happened between us, Alan has been very careful, he doesn't want to create any problems."

Tom smiled. "I expected Alan to be mature enough to take that approach. Emotionally you may think you can handle anything, the physical part of a relationship at your age has to have some limitations."

"There won't be any ... um, intercourse," Alan said. "I personally feel that Dillon may eventually wish to experience something like that, right now neither of us is ready. The last thing I would ever do is hurt him in any way ... I mean, well I love him, Tom ... we love one another."

Tom nodded. "That's a very responsible approach. Just remember that commitment when your emotions seem to take you in that direction. What you think will be good now will only be better in the future when you are ready for something like that. So Dillon, do your parents know about your feelings?"

"About me being gay? No, they haven't a clue," Dillon said. "I wouldn't know how to tell them anyway. My dad is a real straight arrow, and so is my older brother ... I don't need the grief."

"Well you have time enough for that," Tom said. "Maybe they'll be accepting, I have no way of knowing. But at some point most gay boys feel a need to tell their parents, which will be your decision to make."

"So ... so my relationship with Alan ... is it OK?" Dillon asked.

"No, it flaunts the rules ... the unspoken rules ... the rules we can't enforce," Tom said. "I can't tell you not to see Alan, but I don't want to see you guys pushing the limits in front of the other students. I can't tell you boys not to love one another; you've already made that decision. But I can tell you that if you use it to better yourselves, become the best at what Bradford wants from you then it will certainly increase the chances of your success in this relationship."

Alan looked at Dillon and smiled. "That means top ten percent each semester, I made three out of four the past two years, can you do that?"

Dillon nodded. "I'm going for eight out of eight."

Tom smiled. "I want to see each of my boys strive to do their best. Being gay isn't easy out there in the world, being gay means you have to be better than most. I have confidence in you both; you just need to maintain that confidence in one another."

"Thank you, Tom," Alan said.

"Thank you, Mr. Boswell," Dillon said.

"You may call me Tom; I want all my boys to feel close enough to talk with me on equal terms. If either of you have something you need to share my door is always open."

He hugged both boys and watched them walk back towards the campus. If Dillon had made the choice then he had chosen well, Alan had always been one of the smarter boys, one the others looked up to. He couldn't foresee any disaster in the making, maybe their relationship would last like Neil and Jessie.

Tom's concerns about Red and Steve had been unfounded; they were still together, still very much in love. It was wonderful to see boys find love and stick with it. Maybe he should take Jack out to dinner this weekend, someplace quiet, romantic. Sometimes it was just good to celebrate the joy of a wonderful partnership.

"You think he knows?" Dillon asked as they walked back towards the freshman dorm in Revere Hall.

"Knows that we had sex? Probably, he's a smart man," Alan replied

"And he didn't say we couldn't have sex."

"No, Dillon ... why would he? He understands that we sometimes feel the need to share with one another. I'm not obsessed with sex; I don't think you are either."

"Yeah ... but I still think about what we did at Neil's," Dillon said with a grin. "I'm horny just thinking about it."

The `it' he was referring to was Alan's approach on Halloween night. The whole group had partied until past midnight. Watching horror movies and screaming like little girls at the really scary parts. But then they had paired off once again and Alan had shut that bedroom door.

Dillon knew he would do something that night, something he had never done before. All the sex he'd had in life was at his own hand, no one had ever touched his body. He had been overwhelmed by sexual feelings before, but his only knowledge was gained by self discovery. And then Alan had thrilled him, now he had to return the favor.

The concept of placing a cock in his mouth didn't seem disgusting, and Alan had a very nice one ... large, but nice. And by now any fear he might have had of failing at the attempt was past, he knew Alan loved him ... he knew nothing they ever did could be wrong.

And so when they lay down, kissing and hugging ... it was only the beginning. Dillon found he liked the taste of Alan's cock; the warm flesh filling his mouth was a thrill. And even when Alan began to ooze he didn't shy away, he wanted to please, to show he could be equal to the task.

Alan was sucking on him as well and yet Dillon's only focus was on what was in his mouth. But he worried about doing it right; careful to keep his teeth covered, his tongue dancing in imitation of what Alan had shown him. And then he felt the cock swell, he was about to get it ... and then Alan suddenly pulled away and Dillon shut his eyes as his face was sprayed with warm seed.

He opened his eyes and saw Alan smiling down at him. "You need to taste it before you ever get a mouthful, I don't want you to choke," Alan said.

Dillon swiped a blob of cum off his chin and looked at it before popping it in his mouth. His palate registered a sweet and salty taste, like nothing he'd ever encountered ... but he liked it.

"Next time you can just let me have it all ... OK?" Dillon asked.

Alan grinned. "Wait a while and you can have all you want." And with that he went back down on Dillon's cock.

It was later that night when Dillon realized he would never feel totally satisfied with sex unless something was penetrating his rear. Every boy knows about anal stimulation but Dillon had never experienced it until now. It was as if Alan had created a whole new dimension, a new way for his body to respond. And on Friday a single finger had sent him over the top ... twice, but on Saturday it was even more amazing.

For after Dillon had tasted Alan's seed the boy went back down on him in a new way, spreading his legs and placing a tongue in that forbidden place. Dillon's body went into overdrive and he almost cried out as the warmth spread, the tongue seemed to penetrate his very core. But Alan could sense the impending orgasm and he backed away, sliding that insistent finger where his tongue had been.

"Oh God ... Oh ... damn," Dillon moaned as he felt the heat spreading through his crotch. And just when he felt his cock slide back down Alan's throat he realized there were two fingers up his butt. Oh yes, the feeling was incredible and he let go, groaning with every spurt.

They both lay back exhausted, lost in the glow. "When can you fuck me?" Dillon asked between gasps.

"No, baby ... not for a long time," Alan replied.

"Is it that hard ... I mean, will I get hurt?"

"I don't want to find out. I only slid a second finger up there because you were relaxed enough to take it. If we do that for a while and then get to three I night change my mind, but that won't happen for a while either." But then Alan laughed. "It does feel pretty amazing doesn't it?"

"God yes, no wonder guy's fuck," Dillon said.

"You can have my ass anytime you want," Alan said.

"Oh ... I never thought of that."

"Just don't feel like you have to, it isn't something you need to do unless you want to try it," Alan said.

"Do you like it? Does it make you feel good?"

"I'll love anything you do for me, I mean that," Alan said.

Dillon leaned over and stared down into Alan's eyes. "How did I get so lucky, where have you been all my life?"

Alan grinned. "I was just waiting for you to grow up and find me. I've done a lot of things, many of them too early in life. You already know I had a thing for Neil when he first came here, but Jessie was the lucky one there. Maybe it was good that Brain graduated last spring, I had a miserable summer but I didn't lose my interest ... and then you appeared."

There were tears in his eyes now and he could see that Dillon looked concerned.

"I cry when I'm happy too, and I've never been happier, baby. That first kiss you gave me nailed it; you had me all the way. The vision I saw on Mountain Day will stay in my mind forever, God you were so beautiful ... it was hard to breathe."

Dillon smiled. "You didn't have any problem squeezing my butt."

"I didn't mean to, you slipped."

Dillon shook his head. "No I didn't, I let go and hoped you would catch me ... it worked."

Alan laughed. "You brat, what if I had missed?"

Dillon ran a hand across Alan's face. "You never miss what you want, and I knew that."

Adam spent the first two weeks back at school avoiding Neil. His mind was filled with guilt, and that would be guilt with a capital "G." Renny had used him, plain and simple ... but he had allowed himself to be used. The jerk off session had been a revelation, he had even been surprised at Tim's participation, but then there had been Halloween night, and that was over the top.

That night Renny had seemed tired and none of them suggested any renewed activity once the films were over. They lay down and talked quietly for a while and then Adam had dozed off. He wasn't sure how long after that when he was awakened by Renny's mouth on his cock.

OK, well he tried to sit up and then looked over at Tim sleeping peacefully against the wall; Renny knew he was awake but never stopped. Yes, it felt good ... amazing even, and he didn't stop the boy. But just as he was beginning to feel the surge in his balls the boy stopped sucking and slid up on his stomach, bring his lips to Adam's in a wonderful moment of affectionate kissing.

Sure he could feel Renny's cock pressing into his stomach, the boy was naked after all. But that kiss went on and on, tongues dueling, a major make out session. Adam had never been this passionate before and Renny knew how to heat things up. So when the boy reached back and grasped his cock he had no idea what was about to happen. Adam thought he was going to explode in Renny's hand and instead the boy sat down on his cock.

The sudden heat surrounding his cock was incredible and as Renny began to slide up and down it just got better and better. Adam's body responded, he thrust upwards, seeking to imbed his cock in that heat. He groaned as he felt Renny's gut grip him firmly, it was all too wonderful. It didn't occur to him that they shouldn't be doing this, it felt too right, and then it was beyond all the feelings he'd ever experienced as he exploded with a groan.

Renny had been sliding up and down, rubbing his cock on Adam's stomach and when the boy erupted in his ass he let go as well, flooding Adam's chest with his surge. But even in the dim light he could see the look of surprise on Adam's face, this had been the boy's first fuck ... he was no longer a virgin.

Rather than allow Adam to feel shame, Renny lay down and resumed kissing. But Adam's mind was working overtime towards one conclusion, this should never have happened. Renny got that message when Adam pushed him off and tried to stand up.

"Shh ... you'll wake Tim," Renny said. "We need to clean up."

And so Adam allowed himself to be led into the bathroom where his cock was washed and the flood of cum was wiped away. Renny's ministrations ended and then he sat down on the toilet to empty himself.

"Are you mad at me?" Renny asked.

"Shit, Neil will kill me," Adam replied.

"He won't know ... this is between us. It felt awesome to me, please don't get mad."

"Fuck ... Oh God, I just allowed it to happen ... that's my fault," Adam said.

Renny flushed the toilet and stood up, pressing Adam back against the bathroom door.

"No ... you were just being sweet, I wanted it so badly and you gave me something wonderful." Renny pressed himself against Adam and grasped his neck, pulling their lips together. Despite his trepidation Adam kissed back, it felt so good ... but then guilt returned.

"I'm in so much trouble, they'll blame me," Adam groaned.

"No, I made it happen, I took advantage of your inexperience," Renny said. "It was selfish, but I thought you'd like it."

"Yeah, see that's the thing ... I loved it, and now I can't ever do it again."

Renny smiled. "Oh? We'll see about that, I want you to fuck me whenever you get horny."

"Jeez, Renny ... it's too risky," Adam said. "Besides you're too young ... still a child."

"Oh, did you just feel like you fucked a child ... did you?"

"No ... it felt awesome, you're so hot inside ... I never felt anything so good," Adam said.

"Well all I can say is that you did it real fine, I think your cock is made to fit my ass so I'm sure we'll have to do it again. I'll find a way, Adam ... I'll find a way because I need you just as much as you need me," Renny said.

And as Adam looked down into Renny`s eyes he saw the truth there ... they did need one another. And that still haunted him ... the guilt remained. But Renny had called him every weekend since that night, it was good to have someone to talk to and he was beginning to have feelings for the boy ... and more guilt.

But Renny was right, noone found out, and Adam figured he had to avoid Neil or something might slip out. But just as he was ducking into the dorm after lunch he heard someone call his name.

"Adam ... wait up," Neil called.

Adam froze in the doorway, looking back. "Yes ... ?"

"I have a favor to ask, but you don't have to do it," Neil said.

Adam relaxed; maybe it wasn't what he thought. "No ... go ahead, ask me."

"My brother ... Renny. It seems he really likes you; he hasn't stopped talking about what a great time he had with you and Tim, but especially you. Sorry, I know he can be a bother."

"No he's cool ... such a talented kid," Adam said, immediately sorry he had chosen those words.

"Yeah, he's gonna be a great artist some day. I wanted to ask, are you going home for Thanksgiving?" Neil said.

"I don't think so, my parents are in France, and they probably won't be back in time. I'm sure not going to spend time at home with my brother ... so I was gonna stay here," Adam said.

"Sweet," Neil said. "So here's the favor, how would you like to spend Thanksgiving at my house?"

"Oh ... well sure, I like your mom."

"Well that's part of the issue, she won't be there, she's going to visit my grandfather. Don't get me wrong, I love my little brother, but since he still doesn't have any friends around here I know he'll be right in the middle of my time with Jessie. But if you were there ... "

Adam laughed, mostly from relief. "You want a babysitter ... I get it."

Neil nodded. "It's not really babysitting, he's responsible enough, but if Jessie and I want to go anywhere it might get to be a problem if he's along."

"Is Thanksgiving special to you guys?" Adam asked.

"Yes ... fall is our anniversary," Neil said.

"God, you guys are so lucky ... sure I'll keep Renny company," Adam said, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Thank you," Neil said, and he gave Adam a hug. "So I'll take you home next Wednesday night. Mom is gonna leave plenty of food for you guys and I have tons of movies."

"So where will you guys run off to?" Adam asked.

"I was going to take Jessie to Boston on Friday and Saturday night, I want to book a hotel room and maybe hit a few of the gay clubs. Will Renny drive you crazy if we're away that long?"

"Probably, but I like him so we'll sort it out," Adam said. "Thanks for inviting me."

"He needs gay friends. I know you're older, but you're a responsible person too ... I just want you guys to have fun."

And it was hard for Adam to sleep that night. Tim was leaving for home and Adam really didn't want to be on campus for the brief holiday. No matter what he thought, spending any amount of time with Renny would be wonderful. It was absurd but Adam knew he was beginning to have feelings for the boy, and in six days they would be free I to indulge their fantasies.

So many of the boarders were leaving campus for the holiday, and that included Dillon. But he wasn't sad about it; he told everyone he wanted to get back home for a few days. His phone call home about how much fun he'd had at Neil's over Halloween had softened his mother's stance. She had finally given him permission to spend weekends with other students. Neil was first on the list, and Alan was second.

Of course Tom eventually received all the permission slips after Thorne had seen them; Dillon's was there in the pile on his desk because he would be going home with Alan this weekend. Not that he was worried; the boys seemed to be playing it cool on campus. For off campus activities he would have to trust them, he just hoped he could.

Dillon was beside himself with joy as Alan loaded his overnight bag in the trunk, this would be the beginning of three nights with the boy he loved. It seemed like such a special occasion.

"I want you to know my Mom understands the gay thing, but let's not push it in her face. In fact she doesn't know you're a freshman either, I didn't tell her anything," Alan said.

"Oh ... what will she think if we sleep together?"

"What you might expect, you aren't the first boy I've brought home ... but you are the cutest," Alan laughed. "Anyways, my room is isolated ... she won't hear a thing, you'll see."

And Dillon was amazed at what he saw; Alan had his own apartment over the garage.

"They built this when my Granny moved in," Alan said. "I was just a little kid back then. But then when my Dad left us she went too, she was his mother. So my asshole father left and I got the apartment because my Mom felt guilty, I took advantage of that."

Alan's mother was content to stare at him across the kitchen table as they ate dinner, Dillon could only smile in return. They talked about school and New York, both safe subjects as far as he was concerned. But she did make him feel at home, and the dinner was delicious. The boys cleaned up afterwards and she went back to work.

"Mom is working on a college degree, a graduate thing," Alan said.

"A master's degree, tough stuff," Dillon said.

"Yeah, she wants to open her own accounting firm and I think she will pretty soon. So want to watch some television or bake cookies?"

"You cook? You never told me that."

"I eat, thus I cook," Alan said. "I really think its fun."

And so they made cookies and hot chocolate from scratch and took them to Alan's room.

"OK, we can play PS2 or watch movies, your choice," Alan said.

"I want to shower and then watch a film in bed with you," Dillon said.

"Yeah ... it has been a while hasn't it?"

Dillon put down his mug and slid into Alan's arms. "It has been too long; it's all I think about. And if I'm ever going to feel you inside of me I need to do all the things it takes to get there."

"Do you ... will you fuck me tonight?" Alan asked.

Dillon said. "Yeah, I want to make you happy."

Alan ran his fingers across Dillon's face, brushing back the stray hairs on his cheek. "Nothing in this world could make me happier than I am right now. Just being here with you ... God, you have no idea how wonderful this feels. I have you for three nights, I feel so lucky."

"I want to be the best with you ... I want you to teach me everything," Dillon said.

"I will, you're a fast learner. I've never met anyone like you ... you're just so amazing."

"Aww, you say that to all the boys ... did you tell Neil that?" Dillon asked.

"No, baby ... Neil just needed me to teach him things; he was a lot like you back then. But I knew we weren't going to fall in love, he didn't even know what it meant until he met Jessie. Their eyes met and they couldn't stop looking at one another, I knew right then that they were going to be something."

"Were you jealous?" Dillon asked.

"Jealous ... yeah, probably. You could almost feel the attraction between them, it was amazing."

"I get it, that's just how I feel about you." Dillon said.

Alan smiled. "We are so right for one another."

It was the first time Dillon had ever worn a condom, but Alan insisted. "If you play safe you'll play forever without worrying about anything. Besides, makes it less messy."

"I thought it was supposed to prevent disease," Dillon said.

"Yeah, that's why some people use them, well and the pregnancy thing, but that isn't our issue. If the only person you ever do this with is me then we might stop using them someday. But you're a virgin, I'm not, so this is for your protection," Alan said.

Dillon closed his eyes and sighed as Alan rolled the latex cover on his stiff cock and then put several drops of lube on the end. It was a little loose; the boy had some growing to do. But Alan lay back and raised his legs so Dillon could look down at the target.

"So I just stick it in there ... won't it hurt?" He asked.

"I want you inside of me, that makes all the difference in the world ... I'm relaxed," Alan replied. "Just don't be in a hurry, enjoy the feelings."

And Dillon moved forward until they touched, pressing harder until he began to penetrate. He looked up at Alan's face for any sign of pain and saw none, so he pushed into the heat. The look of satisfaction on Alan's face gave Dillon confidence and he kept on going until there was no more to give, he was fully inside.

"Oh God ... it feels incredible," Dillon gasped. "Am I doing it right?"

"Oh yeah ... just do your best," Alan moaned.

And Dillon began to slide in and out, marveling at the pressure around his cock and thrilled at the look of ecstasy on Alan's face. Alan slid his hands up Dillon's chest and rubbed his nipples causing the boy to shudder.

"Jeez, you feel so good," Alan said.

"Yeah ... this is awesome ... but I'm not gonna last long," Dillon laughed.

"So fuck me harder, make me cum, baby."

And Dillon picked up the pace, groaning as he felt the pressure rising up inside.

"Oh God ... Oh damn," Dillon squealed, and he felt the surge begin and come bursting out to fill the condom.

Alan groaned as he felt the swelling inside and his cock throbbed, spraying his seed across his belly. Oh yeah, this is how it was supposed to be ... this was great sex, and best of all, this was only the beginning.

Renny spent all weekend looking forward to Adam's visit. He had encouraged Neil to ask knowing full well that Adam was helpless to say no. He had seen the changes in the boy that last night of Halloween, Adam was feeling something.

Not that Renny was without his own feelings; he just wasn't sure what they meant. Sex was sex; there had never been anything else except the feelings of pleasure. But now it felt different with Adam, it felt special.

He knew the boy was smart, dumb kids didn't get into Bradford. That intelligence was attractive, and so was Adam. On a scale of one to ten most of Renny's sex partners had been around a five. Boys on the street, guys in their cars, several men in their hotel rooms, his life had been sexual as hell, but rarely satisfying. Making it with strangers for money hardly seemed like a good place to find love. Love ... was that what he felt for Adam?

Yeah, Adam was a ten, for looks, for brains and for the desire they shared. Sure he had resisted at first, he was supposed to do just that in this world controlled by adults. Nora would have a cow if she knew, Neil would be furious. But Renny knew their feelings would concern his welfare, and that felt good too.

No one had really cared what he did before, and now they did. It was sweet, it made him feel wanted, but then he wanted things too. For once he'd chosen Adam there was no turning back, and that had been why he'd sat on the boy's cock, it sealed their fate together.

Adam was so sweet; he'd been concerned and guilty, all because he was afraid of causing hurt. But he'd had larger cocks before and some of them had been pretty rough to handle. Adam was tender; he would make a great lover. Yes, Renny knew he felt something for Adam beyond the sex; maybe it was love after all.

And so as the week began, and seemed to drag by slowly, Renny cleaned his room to pass the time. He watched Nora put away several meals and he helped her shop for groceries. The whole time he was mindful of what lay ahead, and he did his best to hide the feelings of excitement. If anyone even suspected ... well, they just couldn't, it would mess up everything.

But Renny studied his lessons and did all his homework well in advance of the required dates, Nora seemed pleased. And then on Wednesday morning she sat down with him at the breakfast table and smiled.

"I know you'll be a good son while I'm gone, and when I get back I have a little surprise for you," Nora said.

"Surprise? Tell me now ... please," Renny pleaded.

"I've found you an art teacher, he lives over in Whitefield and that's not a far drive at all."

"Oh ... what's he like?"

"Tobias Ruffin is his name; he used to work for a big gallery in Boston before he retired. He's invited us to lunch next week."

"I never heard of him, is he some really old guy? I mean, why would he take on a kid like me?" Renny asked.

"He has grandkids, but he's not that old ... I spoke with him yesterday."

"So how did you find this guy?"

"The gallery gave me his name, I've spent weeks trying to find someone," Nora said, and then she smiled. "That's what mom's do."

Renny knew that was his cue for a hug and he gave her one. This whole mother and son thing was turning out so great; he'd never known what he was missing. Of course his own birth mother had shown him the door, he was a fag and she hated that. In all his time on the street he'd never thought his life would turn out this good.

It was around four when Neil and Jessie finally pulled in the driveway with Alan in the back seat.

"Hey there kid," Adam said by way of greeting.

Renny punched his arm in reply. "Don't you be dissin me, smartass."

Neil rolled his eyes and felt sorry for Adam; it might be a long four days.

"No dissin if you're kissin," Adam laughed.

"OK, that I can handle," Renny laughed in return, and grabbed Adam for a big sloppy kiss.

"Jeez, don't they feed you around here, you tryin to eat me?" Adam said, wiping his face. "You kiss like a camel."

Neil and Jessie laughed, but Renny kept a straight face. "How many camels have you kissed?" He asked.

"One, and that was one too many," Adam said.

"Eww, so how did that happen?" Renny asked. "I've never even seen a camel."

"Then lucky you. We were in Egypt, my dad took us there ... " Adam explained, and Renny took his arm, listening with fascination as they walked towards the house.

Neil looked over at Jessie. "Yeah, this is gonna work out real well," He said.

"Good, then I get you all to myself," Jessie replied.

So of course Adam had to tell everyone about his European adventures two years ago as they sat around the dinner table. His father worked for the United Nations and that had allowed Adam to see a good deal of Europe and North Africa. But now that Adam was old enough they had placed him at Bradford so he could continue his education uninterrupted while they travelled.

"I think Bradford has been a good choice for all of you," Nora said.

Renny frowned. "I'll never be good enough for that school."

Adam shook his head. "It isn't a school for everyone, they really don't have much in the way of art to keep someone like you occupied. But home school is a great thing too; you can get a GED before you become a famous artist."

Renny laughed. "Yeah, guess I don't need much in the way of smarts to be an artist."

"But that's not true either," Adam said. "You have to know about different places so you can figure out what to paint. Some of the greatest artists travel the world looking for subjects; you can see it in their work. I suppose if you see things in books or on the internet it might inspire you to travel. You need to get out there and feel the world around you, and that all starts with education." Then he realized everyone was looking at him and he blushed. "Sorry, I talk too much."

Nora reached across table and patted his hand. "Never apologize for being passionate, it brings out the best in you. Everything you said was right; Renny does need to find inspiration for his art."

Adam looked across the table and Renny smiled. "Righteous speech, dude."

"Dude? I might have to hurt you for calling me that," Adam said.

"You can only try once," Renny laughed.

And as the boys settled down for the evening Nora thought about that moment at the table. Adam was a kind and expressive boy, just the sort of friend Renny needed. Neil had made a good choice yet again. It would take a load off her mind to leave the two of them here together; Adam seemed quite responsible just as Neil had said.

Adam bedded down in the guest room and Nora finished her packing. The only issue was the weather report she'd just seen, they were predicting snow again this weekend. But she had told Barry Tolliver that she would be out of town, and she knew Pat and Mike would pay attention to the details if necessary. Maybe she ought to warn Neil as well.

About as Adam had expected, Renny snuck into the guest room and slid into bed.

"Were you waiting for me?" Renny whispered.

"This is a mighty big risk with your mom across the hall."

"She sleeps like a log, nothing to worry about," Renny replied. "So you excited? We have the whole weekend to ourselves."

"This is insane, you know that? But I've been thinking about you ever since Halloween, I can't get you out of my head. I'm so glad you've been calling me ... I missed you."

"That's sweet ... you're sweet," Renny said. "So ... am I your boyfriend?"

"Uh ... damn, that's a big step. Don't get me wrong, I do have feelings for you, Renny. It's more than the sex too, I just don't know what it means," Adam said.

"It means you care about me just like I care for you ... it might even be love," Renny replied.

Adam was silent and then he slid his arms around the boy. "If it is love then we're both in big trouble. But if I have to piss your family off then I'd rather it be because I love you."

Renny's lips found his and they kissed, pressing their bodies together. Hands roamed, stiff cocks were found, and they began to explore just what these feelings could be. They both knew the love was forbidden, but that made it all the more necessary that they understand the feelings completely.

Adam kissed his way down Renny's chest and then lay back as he felt the boy turn his body around, now they were able to satisfy one another. And despite his age, Renny's cock filled Adam's mouth, leaving no reason to think of him as a little boy. And this time there was no urgency as they lavished attention on one another.

Renny was the expert and Adam the novice, but for once they were equals. Renny wanted to groan at the delight of Adam's efforts, but he was too involved in bringing them off together. The hair on Adam's balls tickled his nose and Renny reached down to fondle those swollen orbs, running a finger down the boy's crack.

He could feel Adam tremble as he circled his finger around and around that soft sweet spot, and then the boy's legs spread in invitation. Renny wet his finger and rubbed it against the opening, pressing into the heat and feeling Adam tense before he relaxed and the finger slid in all the way.

Adam groaned, a soft sound since he had a cock in his mouth, and Renny went for it. Between his cock being vacuumed and a finger rubbing his prostate Adam was not going to hold out very long. Renny sensed the swelling in his mouth and focused on bringing it all to a conclusion. And what a sweet reward for his efforts, Adam's body bucked twice and spurted a grand load of tasty cum.

Renny felt the boy redouble his efforts and soon felt the rise of his own orgasm, he hoped Adam was ready. And as he let go he felt Adam begin swallowing furiously, a noble effort, he wanted every drop. And then it was done and they lay back, chests heaving, hearts pounding in the darkness.

"You know," Adam said. "I think you'd make a fine boyfriend."

Thanksgiving dawned as a bright and sunny day, but the temperatures were still close to freezing. Adam awoke alone, wondering when Renny had slid out of bed and gone back to his room. Renny ... his boyfriend. God, he had to be crazy.

But when he had expressed dismay at the difference in their age Renny had smiled and said he would soon be thirteen, December twentieth to be exact. They were two and a half years apart, and it didn't sound so bad when he thought of it like that. Boyfriend ... God, and what a lover.

Adam felt his cock stiffen as he dozed, thinking about what lay ahead. He would certainly get to fuck Renny again, and all things being fair he ought to allow the boy to return the favor. That magic finger had quickly brought him off, the feeling was addictive. But even though Renny's cock was slender, it was still longer than what he thought a boy that age might have. The real question was ... could he handle it?

He heard noises out in the hall and slid out of bed. He slid on his sweatshirt and pants, finding his shoes under the bed. The bathroom across the hall was empty so he washed his face and brushed his hair back, good enough for now. Renny's door was closed so Adam crept down the stairs to see who was awake.

"Good Morning, Adam," Nora said.

"Morning, Mrs. Dennison ... is everyone still asleep?"

"Yes, seems you and I are the only early birds. Would you like some juice?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She set a glass of orange juice in front of him and Adam thanked her. Nora smiled, such a polite boy. "Do you like living in New York?" She asked.

"It's where my parents have a condo, that's about all. My dad spends so much time traveling it's hard to say I live anywhere. But I meant what I told Renny last night, he ought to get out there and check out the view when he can. If I could paint I'd chose Venice, Cairo or Paris for my inspiration."

"I know it's early, maybe you don't know, but do you have a feeling for what you'd like to do for a career?" Nora asked.

"I've thought about it a lot actually," Adam said. "I think I'd like to work for an aid agency, I've seen the impact they have on impoverished countries. My dad says it's too dangerous, but he's in the middle of those places all the time. Maybe that's why I have such empathy for Renny, I think what you did for him was just incredible."

Nora nodded. "It was really Neil who got me involved. He has many of the same feelings you do. But having a gay son ... two sons, makes it necessary for me to be aware of the crisis going on with gay youth. And so I have to ask, do your parents know?"

"About me? No, it's too soon to tell them. I would much rather wait until I'm an adult and in some kind of secure relationship before bringing it up. I don't think they'll reject me, but there will be so many concerns. I think that's natural so I need to have all the answers before telling them."

Nora smiled. "You're a very mature fifteen year old, Adam, I think you're right. The next three years of your life will teach you a lot, and maybe that's how you'll find that one person you need."

Adam nodded. "That's kind of what I think as well. Neil and Jessie are very special people to me for the example they set. They're very lucky, and I imagine that makes you happy as well."

Nora nodded. "They've both seen their share of adversity, and then they came to Bradford. It seems that place is just so accepting, and gay boys don't have to struggle there. I'm sure you've discovered that for yourself."

"Yes ... there's no pressure to hide my feelings. I'm still in freshman hell but I understand their constraints, we need to get in the groove first and develop relationships later on. The academic standards are enough to keep anyone focused; I'll find a guy later on."

Except that was a lie, and Adam almost wished he hadn't said it. Fortunately Neil and Jessie came stumbling through the door, and the focus in the room changed.

"I haven't made coffee yet," Nora said.

"Oh Mom," Neil groaned, and he dug the can out of the refrigerator. He set up the pot and turned it on. "Where's Renny?"

"I think he's still asleep," Nora said. "Did you catch the weather report last night?"

"No, snow later this week I bet," Neil said.

"Yes, Friday or Saturday. Maybe you should pay close attention, I'm not sure Adam needs to get snowed in all by himself with Renny," She said.

"Barry will come plow the drive; he could take them over to Pat's if it gets bad." Looking at Adam he smiled. "You met Mike, his dad is the local plow driver ... I'm sure you and Renny could use that as a fall back position if it gets too bad."

"Define bad," Adam said.

"Three feet, no phone, no power, and thus no heat."

"Got it, we'll choose retreat," Adam said.

"Good."

"What was that?" Nora said. "Do you guys talk like that all the time?"

Neil laughed. "Bradford short hand, it saves time."

"OK then, I'll make breakfast if someone will go awaken the youngster," Nora said.

"I'll go," Adam said. "I better get used to it."

Renny was asleep, naked as the day he was born. Adam closed the door and crept over beside the bed. The boy's ass was exposed, the blankets half off. Such a nice ass too, so smooth and tender. Adam leaned down and ran a finger up the crack of the boy's ass. Renny groaned and came awake with a gasp. "Oh Jeez ... don't start that now." And then he grinned. "Later for sure."

"Your mom wants you up for breakfast," Adam said.

Renny pulled back the covers. "I'm already up," he said, the both of them looking down at his erection. "Your fault."

Nora drove off towards Boston at ten o'clock for her afternoon flight; the four boys piled in the Jeep and headed over to Pat's. Mike was in the driveway with the rear end of his truck jacked up; it was time to get his snow tires in place.

"Hey guys," Mike said, giving Renny a large smile. "And how's my favorite city boy?"

"Good ... great," Renny laughed.

"Might need your help if we get a heavy snow," Neil said. "Jessie and I are headed for Boston, that leaves Renny and Adam stuck in the house with no transportation."

"Sure thing, we'll keep an eye out. My dad can always bring them over here, Pat won't mind." Mike laughed. "It's Thanksgiving, figures it might snow hard."

The temperature didn't rise much that day and by dark it started to plummet. Nora had made a ham, sweet potatoes and vegetables for their dinner, a sensible meal for a bunch of teenage boys. They sat around the table and talked about Thanksgiving as a concept for a holiday and Adam told them about what they thought of it in Europe.

Nora called from Lansing and said she'd arrived in one piece, and then she wished Neil a safe trip to Boston and told him to keep an eye on the weather. He stepped out on the front porch and looked at the clear night sky; it might snow, but not tomorrow. They retired to bed early since Neil wanted an early start in the morning.

Renny had been off the wall all day long, his mood advancing as the day went on. Neil put it off to Mom being gone and the happiness any holiday brought, he had no idea what it was really about. Adam watched the boy carefully, hoping Neil wouldn't realize what was going on, because after they left for Boston it wouldn't matter.

Adam slid into Renny's bed, mainly because the boy had an alarm clock in his room and they needed to get up before Neil did. But now he was sleeping with his boyfriend and that seemed to calm Renny down, they exchanged kisses and a whole lot of sucking before falling asleep.

The alarm went off at six and Adam went downstairs to make coffee, mindful that Neil and Jessie needed that jolt in the morning to wake up. Renny soon joined him and they were sitting at the table when the two lovers stumbled in from the pool house.

"Oh My God ... you made coffee," Jessie said.

Renny pointed at Adam. "I think we ought to keep him, he's useful."

Neil kissed Adam's head and laughed. "Yeah, he is kinda cute."

Adam smiled. "And so what would you like for breakfast?"

"Damn ... he cooks too?" Jessie said. "A definite keeper."

"Hey, you have yours ... if he stays then he's mine," Renny said.

Neil frowned and Adam laughed. "You grow up some and I might think about it," He said, making light of Renny's remark. Shit, the kid was going to get Neil worried.

"OK, so how long do I have to wait?" Renny asked.

"Eighteen sounds good to me," Neil laughed.

"Screw that," Renny said. "Sixteen sounds better to me, he'll be eighteen."

"All this just because I cook?" Adam said. "I hope you don't cum in your shorts if I make breakfast."

Renny took an open handed swing and Adam ducked, laughing the whole time. "So eggs and toast? Did you guys pack already?"

"Yeah, all done," Jessie said. And by eight so was breakfast. There were hugs and kisses, and then Adam and Renny watched them drive away.

"Let's go wash the dishes and think about our day," Adam said.

"Yeah ... then you can fuck me," Renny said.

Adam pinned the boy to the wall in the hallway. "I won't fuck you anymore, now we make love like boyfriends do." He ran his fingers through Renny's thick black hair and pulled his face closer. "I want you now, the dishes can wait."

And unlike that very first time, Adam wanted to be there, to show Renny what loving someone felt like. The boy was such a wonder, bringing such amazing feelings into his life. His eyes stayed glued to Renny's as he lay between the boy's thighs and thrust into the heat. For there he saw what he had finally come to recognize, they were in love and nothing could stand in the way.

Dillon never really understood the feelings he had as a young boy. Not that recognizing them would have done him any good; there were always people around in his life, important people who were there to watch over him. But his father's career had always come first and as a politician his family came under the same umbrella of protection.

But the minders and tall strong men had escorted him to school, picked him up and followed him everywhere. That meant all his friends had to be vetted and many boys felt uneasy around him, it choked off the feelings ... at least until he got to Bradford.

Once he reached ninth grade his parents seemed to relax a bit. Bradford had been chosen because of academic excellence and isolation; no one knew he was there. Knowing his father he was sure both Neil and Alan's family had been investigated and deemed safe. Safe, the word his mother used all the time when she reminded him of his responsibilities.

But safe also meant there would be little tolerance for his inner feelings, a gay son was not something any public figure wanted in the family. Those restrictions only made Dillon feel rebellious, it had driven him straight into Alan's arms, and he was planning to stay there a long, long time.

So as the chauffeured car made the trip from Littleton to Boston, where he would catch the flight home, it gave him six hours to think about what was to come. His parents would want to know about all his friends and that meant he would have to lie. He couldn't reveal that all his closest friends at Bradford were the gay boys who sat at that lunch table.

It was the reason he didn't think he could join the GSA, what if his name got out? His father sat on some intelligence committee, those people investigated everyone. No, he would have to lie and tell them everything about the school in general terms, no details.

Dillon had poured out his concerns to Tim because Adam's roomie was such a likeable boy and they had become close friends. Tim was the only boy he could tell about his feelings for Alan, and they spent hours walking the perimeter of the playing fields in deep conversation about loving someone.

Tim was not about to get in some sexual game with an older boy on campus for one good reason, he already had a girlfriend at home in Atlanta. And as Dillon had opened up so had Tim, confiding the most intimate of details to one another. But despite their differences, the feelings they expressed were much the same, and that brought them closer.

That strange night at Neil's was discussed and Dillon seemed shocked at Adam's response to Renny's advances.

"He just allowed the boy to jack his cock?" Dillon asked.

"Yeah ... well honestly, the boy did me too," Tim replied.

"Jeez, Neil will kill both of you."

"I think Adam is a lot closer to death than I am ... I think they have something else goin on," Tim said.

"Fuck ... Renny is twelve, how could he ... ? No, I don't want to know," Dillon said.

"I shouldn't have said anything, you have to keep it a secret," Tim said.

"Oh yeah, I'm not gonna be the one to let that out."

But as Dillon stared out the window at the passing landscape he could almost understand Renny's need. The boy had spent so much time on the street, grown up much too fast, and had too many sexual experiences. It would be absurd for anyone to think he could just turn his back on that knowledge. The knowledge is what Dillon envied, he would have experimented at that age but it wasn't possible.

Leaving Alan behind was hard, especially since he'd almost talked the boy into taking his ass and completing the loss of his virginity. It hadn't happened; Alan had talked his way out of it. He was afraid, afraid of hurting the one he loved and even now Dillon felt the emotions wash over him.

He had left Alan with another lie; he didn't really want to go home even if he said he did. No, this trip home was because of that love, he needed to protect it at all costs. But even four days away seemed like too much, they were connected now ... committed. Yes, he would lie ... lie to protect what was his, and he wondered what Alan was feeling.

It was still early and yet Alan lay on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He could smell Dillon on his pillow, the scent still lingered and it made him feel miserable. Four days, ninety-six hours ... it seemed like an eternity. He wanted to cry.

But he understood, Dillon had to go home to his family. The boy had been so amazing this past weekend, no longer afraid of what they were feeling ... what they shared. Alan sighed and felt a tear roll down his cheek. How could something so wonderful hurt so badly?

He'd had feelings for other boys, Neil in particular, but he had held back knowing Neil wasn't ready for a commitment. Those first moments with Dillon had almost made him sick with anticipation, and then when the boy slid down the rocks into his arms ... he wanted to scream with joy at the memory. Instead he sobbed ... and then his phone rang.

"Hello?" Alan said.

"I love you," Dillon said.

"Oh God ... I love you too, where are you?"

"Standing at the airport in Boston. I feel sick about leaving you behind," Dillon said.

"Oh baby ... I miss you too," Alan said.

"They're calling my flight, I'll call you when I get home ... OK?" Dillon said.

"Anytime ... I'll be here," Alan said.

"Don't sit around feeling bad, go see Red and Steve. Gotta go, love you."

"I love you too, baby ... goodbye."

"Bye," Dillon said, and the phone went dead.

Alan smiled and wiped the tears off his face, what a sweetheart. And then he got up to change, he needed company and Red was probably home ... he was always home. Alan grabbed the car keys and then stopped; looking at the photo Dillon had given him sitting on the dresser. He kissed the picture and flew out the door, remembering he had to gas up before he went too far.

There was a line at the gas station, a sure sign of impending snow. Alan waited his turn and then filled the tank, better safe than sorry. He turned on the radio and searched for the news station, happening upon a weather report right off the bat.

"The storm off the Great Lakes might bring significant snowfall to northern New Hampshire. The National Weather Service predicts little precipitation tomorrow and we all know what that means. Keep an eye on the clouds folks; it might just build up quickly. We'll probably know more by tomorrow night, but Friday it looks like we might see some flakes beginning to fall by late afternoon. Stay tuned ... " And Alan tuned off that station and searched for music. Shit, he sure hoped Dillon wasn't trapped in New York ... that would suck big time.

Red and Steve were sitting in the living room going through boxes when Alan arrived.

"Hey Trevor, how's it going?" Red asked. He'd been on this Trevor kick ever since he'd discovered Alan's middle name. It had been amusing, but not today.

"Dillon is on his way home, I'm lost," Alan said.

Steve patted the floor beside him. "Come sit with us, we discovered old records in the attic."

"Yeah, my dad's old stuff ... mine now," Red said. "I never heard of half these guys."

"Do you have a turntable? I think my mom has one stashed away somewhere," Alan said.

"Yeah, there's one of those up there too, hope it works. Look at some of these titles."

Alan looked at the albums in the pile. Beatles, Rolling Stones, The Who ... this was all old sixties stuff.

"Some of this is worth money," Alan said.

"Yeah, kinda what we thought too," Steve said. "And some of these things were never even opened; virgin vinyl is worth a lot more."

"There aren't any virgins in this room," Red laughed. "And damn few left at school too."

"Dillon still is, I'm proud of that," Alan said.

Steve smiled. "Good for you, his time will come."

"So why the sudden interest in these old things?" Alan asked.

"Something to do while the snow falls, it might be a blizzard," Steve said.

"I doubt that," Alan said, hoping that was true.

"Let's go find that turntable," Red said.

He lasted until dinner time, and then Alan went home. He would help his mother roast a turkey tomorrow and they would sit down for a meal. The time would pass, Dillon would be back. It was the only thought that kept the tears at bay.

But Thanksgiving ended with a chill settling in over the New England countryside. And everyone seemed to hold their breath, for now was the time for winter to reassert itself. Neil and Jessie traveled the highways to Boston while the other gay boys settled in for their long weekend. And in far off Lansing Nora got up on Friday morning and felt restless so she called home and talked to Renny.

"Are you boys doing all right?" Nora asked.

"Yeah, Mom ... everything is fine, what did you think?" Renny laughed.

"I hope you're being nice to Adam."

"I am, we're having fun, and you don't have to worry."

"OK, dear ... you have my number, call me if you need anything," Nora said.

"Yes Mom ... you have a good time too," Renny said. "Good bye."

"Bye dear," And Nora hung up.

"So am I being nice to you?" Renny asked, popping Adam's cock back in his mouth.

"Oh God ... yes you are," Adam groaned. "I can't get off Renny, it's too soon ... let's stop."

"OK," Renny said. "We have all night ... no hurry."

Adam collapsed on the bed. "You're going to kill me." And then he went off in a fit of laughter as Renny began to lick his stomach and worked his way up. "Ahh, God I love you," Adam moaned, grabbing the boy in a fierce hug. Everything seemed just so right.

And across town Pat and Mike stepped out on the front porch and looked up at the sky as the sun set. "Uh oh," Pat said, as the snow flakes began to fall. "Here we go again."


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