Dan had all week to think about Steve. And even after six days of contemplation he was still no closer to understanding the boy. If he thought of this as an experiment on Steve's part then he came up with one kind of answer. Maybe the boy was gay and hiding it. On the other hand, if he was straight then Steve was mighty damn kinky for a fifteen year old.

Their Saturday play date arrived and Dan went to pick the boy up at the same place behind the mall. Of course he had spoken to Barry during the week but Steve's name never came up. No one seemed to know what the boy was doing, and that was a blessing.

Dan arrived a little early and saw Steve at the curb ... same white shorts. Only this time he also had a backpack.

Steve opened the car door and slid in. "Maybe I was mistaken," Dan said. "I thought you lived in a nice neighborhood, but you only seem to have that one pair of shorts ... are you poor?"

Steve laughed. "No, I have others. But you seem to like looking at my ass in these so I wore them."

"Oh, you did that just for me? How kind, but I like them better when they're off."

"Don't you start perving on me."

"Damn, and I was gonna start coaching tennis next week."

They both laughed. "Are you hungry ... its lunch time," Dan asked.

"Yeah, but I can't go wandering around in these. Can I change first?" Steve asked.

"I was hoping you brought some better clothes ... yeah, change is good."

Steve opened his pack and pulled out a pair of stone washed board shorts. Here they were on the main highway and he slipped the tiny shorts off and pulled on the new ones. Still no underwear, he must like freeballing. He put on a nice Polo shirt and the transformation was complete.

"Better?" He asked.

"Handsome boy just got more handsome," Dan said.

"Aww, I bet you say that to all your boys," Steve laughed.

"Nope ... only one ... and he's not mine."

A few moments of silence, Steve was thinking ... it must be a hard question.

"Do you have guy friends ... I mean gay ones you hang out with?"

"A few, but most of the ones I've dated turned out to be disappointing. As I'm sure you know, being gay isn't popular."

"But that's not who you are, it just means you like sex with guys. You're a fun person, Dan, and very smart ... I like that," Steve said.

"Well, you're hired. No, most straight guys probably think I just want to jump their bones. Once they find out they just vanish. I have gay friends but they're all into that social scene at the bars ... it's not for me."

"It sounds a bit like me. Once kids at school found out I came from a private school they didn't want to be friends, they act like I'm some kind of snob."

"So they don't even give you a chance?" Dan asked. "I mean, you're smart but you don't seem to use that against others. Sounds like their ignorance breeds prejudice."

"Yeah, it's something like that. I'm glad I made friends with you," Steve said.

Dan smiled. "I am too."

He took Steve to the Trattoria for lunch. All boys loved Italian food. They were far enough in town that he knew they wouldn't be spotted by anyone Steve knew. The boy had good table manners and didn't shovel his food down. Dan caught himself watching, studying him. Lovely brown hair, deep green eyes, Steve was handsome as hell. Yes, he could be a friend.

They were back at Dan's place by two and Steve flopped down on the couch.

"Did you think up something good for me this time?" He asked.

"I knew the answer to that last weekend, you just fizzled out too soon," Dan replied. "How straightedge are you?"

"Uh, no smoking, drink or drugs. Oh, you mean with sex," Steve laughed. "I thought about some things, never tried them. You asking if I'm kinky?"

"Maybe. I don't want you thinking about this the wrong way ... have you ever played with your butt?"

Steve did look a bit shocked, but he smiled. "Maybe, I fingered myself a little once while jerking off. It is sensitive back there, I do know that."

"One of God's gifts to men is the prostate gland, which is buried up that rear end of yours. I don't mean to shock you, but I want you to experience the feelings it provides when stimulated," Dan said.

"This isn't where you whip out your cock and ask to fuck me is it?"

"No, that comes later," Dan laughed. "I would use only one finger to start with, and it's a massage technique that you'll enjoy very much, I can assure you of that."

"That is kinky ... no wonder you asked. What's it like ... I mean, is it painful?"

"No, far from that. Just think of your cock as the gun and the prostate as the trigger that makes it shoot," Dan said.

"Wow, you make it sound so good." Steve smiled. "OK, I'm game."

"I'll need to clean you out first, and you'll probably like that too. Shall we get started?"

"Yeah ... so why did you want me to spend the night?"

"Because after your third or fourth orgasm I don't think you'll want to move very much."

Steve laughed, "You're kidding?"

Dan smiled and shook his head. The boy was hooked. They went into the bedroom and Steve began to undress. Dan loved the way that body revealed itself as he stripped down. Then Dan led him into the bathroom and told him to sit on the toilet.

Enemas used to be such a messy affair, but not today. Dan had several disposable bottles on hand, the modern enema. Steve watched as he prepared the tube by smearing it with Vaseline.

"You're gonna stick that up my butt?"

"Yes, so much for all you ate for breakfast today," Dan said.

"This is weird, Dan."

"No, it's a medical procedure, been used for centuries to flush out your lower intestines. All you will feel is a little pressure, but if you relax it will do the work quickly."

Dan bent the boy over and made him slide off the toilet onto all fours. This was his favorite part. He rubbed Steve's little anus until the opening relaxed.

"Relax ... this won't hurt, I promise."

He slid the tube into the opening and it sunk in nicely, Steve was relaxed. A gentle squeeze on the bottle gave a measured dose. Once empty Dan removed the tip and told Steve to sit back down on the toilet. The boy smiled as the water started to evacuate his bowels.

"Damn, that was fast," he said.

"No worries, no mess," Dan replied as the bowels seemed finished. Steve sat for a few minutes, but he was done. "Now hop in the shower so we can wash you back there."

"We?" Steve said.

"OK, you ... sorry."

"Do you shower with guys too?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, when I want my back washed," Dan said.

"You can shower with me if you want."

"Isn't that a little too gay for you?" Dan asked. "I have to be naked you know."

"Well, duh ... I shower at school with dozens of boys. Bet you'd like that scene."

"OK, just this once. I'll let you perv my ass," Dan said.

Steve turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature to his liking. When he turned around Dan was naked. He couldn't help it; he checked it all out and raised an eyebrow.

"Whoa, nice abs, Dan." But he was looking at Dan's cock. It was a bit larger than his, enough to be impressive.

They climbed in the shower and had that awkward moment. Where should hands go, what should they look at? Dan soaped a washcloth and told Steve to turn around. Starting at the neck Dan worked his way down. He could tell, Steve was enjoying it too.

"Not exactly like your locker room shower is it?" Dan asked.

"Hmm, no ... you know how to make me feel good," Steve replied.

Dan scrubbed the boy's pits and worked his way down. Long ago he had decided to make love to those creamy globes of flesh. Now he could caress them and make them shine.

"Bend over, Steve," Dan asked.

His compliance gave Dan another view of that sweet hairless pucker. God he had a wonderful body, but Dan really liked this one spot. Soaping the boy's ass, he rubbed up and down the crack and paid special attention to the hole. Dan was hard as a rock by the time he was done. There was nothing to stop it.

Steve stood back up and turned around. Their cocks dueled for a moment, they were that close. Dan reached out a soapy hand and grasped Steve's cock watching his face the whole time. The boy sighed and closed his eyes.

Dan took a chance and laid his cock beside Steve's, grasping them both. Steve's eyes opened and he looked down, rolled his eyes and then smiling, his eyes closed again. Dan held their cocks and felt Steve begin pumping into his hand. They could both get off this way, but he knew something better.

Dan reached for the shampoo bottle and squirted a generous dose on his stomach and crotch. Steve was watching now as Dan lifted both their cocks straight up and smiled. "Hug me, Steve."

The boy's hands went around Dan and their bodies pressed together. Steve's cock dug into his stomach and slid in the shampoo. Once their cocks were trapped Dan reached around and pulled their bodies tight, pressing his cock into the boy's flesh as he grasped Steve's butt cheeks. The boy got the idea immediately and started to rub.

It went slowly at first, lovingly almost. Steve's body humped against his, cocks rubbing and the feelings made them both shudder. Steve laid his head on Dan's shoulder and they stood there fucking. It was the closest thing to real Dan could give him.

The feelings swept through them, and Dan leaned back against the wall as the tempo increased. Steve's breathing got harsher as he fucked himself against Dan's stomach. Orgasm wasn't far off; they had to be nearing the edge. And then deep in his throat Steve gave this little moan, the first sign of his passion.

Steve gasped as Dan's cum gushed out against his stomach, and he let out a groan. Dan moaned with delight and pulled Steve's butt cheeks apart, running a finger across his little pucker. That did it, Steve groaned loudly as his cum flew out between them.

The humping came to a stop but they held tightly to one another until the passions began to subside.

"Wow, Dan," Steve said, his face pressed into Dan's chest. "Fucking wow."

Dan stroked the boy's head and held him tight. "Closest thing to a fuck I can give you ... it was incredible."

Steve raised his head and smiled. "It was fair, we both got off. Might say that was a bit gayer than I wanted, but once we got started I was going with it."

"I took a chance, looks like we both won," Dan said.

"Sorta derailed your big plans, huh?" Steve asked.

"Nope, that's only number one ... you'll see. Now you better take a piss if you can, might be a while before you can walk back in here."

They rinsed off the soap and dried. Steve's cock was still in that semi-rigid state ... the next move was Dan's. He took up a washcloth and held it under the faucet, something to clean his hands later on.

Dan spread a large beach towel out on the bed. Steve lay face down in the middle of it as Dan turned on the stereo and chose several CD's to set the mood. Softly the strains of the Moody Blues filled the background.

From a drawer in the nightstand Dan selected a small bottle of scented oil for the massage and the tube of KY for that special place inside. He opened the bottle of oil and crawled up on the bed beside the boy. "First we'll begin with a gentle massage," Dan said quietly. "That will take me quite a while so you relax ... you might even fall asleep so don't be embarrassed. I'll work every muscle in your body before I'm done and bring you to the most relaxed state you've ever experienced."

Steve sighed as Dan applied the oil to his hands to warm it and began to spread it across the boy's shoulders. The scent of Sandalwood filled the air around them and they breathed in the wonderful aroma. Dan spread the oil around, slid his hands to Steve's neck and began.

The art of massage teaches patience and persistence, for the practitioner and the patient alike. Nothing could be hurried as one stage followed another. Dan's fingers felt skin but his mind felt the structure of the body beneath that outer layer, it was to this level that he addressed his attentions as he spoke quietly.

"Muscle runs through the human body in patterns. Bundles of muscle fiber crisscross the skeleton allowing our movement to be fluid and graceful. Our strength is derived from the healthy state of these cords, allowing us to flex and bend, and even stand."

Steve's body was still in development, he was strong and agile, although still a bit gangly and awkward as he reached out for the final goal of adulthood. He would grow a few more inches before being mature and that meant his skeleton would continue to build bone structure. Now Dan could stretch and elongate the muscles, causing blood to rush to the scene of stimulation and feed the cells.

Dan's fingers dug deep into the boy's neck and upper shoulders, and he felt Steve begin to relax, melting into the bed as he worked. Steve's breathing pattern changed as the body demanded more oxygen to feed those engorged blood cells. Dan knew the chemistry of it, but he also knew it felt divine.

Somewhere beneath his body Steve's cock was growing, stretching out full length as those caressing fingers created a total body high unlike anything he had ever experienced. His mind would feel the pleasure of that erection created by Dan's touch, and yet he would know this wasn't sexual. Such was the nature of the feelings Dan was creating throughout his entire body.

Dan spent a long time on Steve's back, working the oil into the skin and allowing the heat to build up. If the boy went with the flow his body would be in such a relaxed state that he might just orgasm without being touched. But Dan would feel that impending function and could stop it from happening. Too soon and it would spoil the pleasure.

Dan worked to the waist and back up the spine, Steve sinking lower and lower in the bed as he was pressed downwards. Dan moved to the left and took Steve's hand, starting with the fingers. The palm was a particularly erogenous zone and Dan pressed there until the boy almost groaned with pleasure. Maybe it was just a breath, but it made Dan smile.

He worked up the wrist to the elbow and then back towards the shoulder. Steve's arm was limp and rubbery from the touch as Dan finally lay it back down and moved to the right side. He repeated the same massage over there.

"God ... I feel like I'm floating," Steve whispered. "Shh ... Go with the feeling," Dan replied.

With his upper body limp as a dishrag, Dan moved between Steve's legs and down to the foot of the bed. Most boys have ticklish feet but by now the senses were dulled; Steve was too relaxed to care what was done. Dan picked up the left leg and began to work Steve's toes and the arch of his foot. Again, the foot is full of nerve endings like the hand, and the rubbing produces a deep erotic feeling.

The manipulations of that left leg, calf and thigh moved Steve's body in a subtitle way. Dan was spreading the boy open, exposing his most hidden treasure. He spent a good while on that one leg until it too felt limp in his hands. And then he laid it down to the left.

Dan went after the right leg, again moving Steve's legs apart until he could plainly see the object of his deepest desires. And as he rubbed this foot and ankle he looked up into the cleft and studied Steve's asshole. He was first drawn to a boy's cock, the bulge always being so prominent and inspiring to begin with ... but Dan was a real ass man.

Much has been written about a boy's ass and from memory Dan compared this one to the dozens he'd seen over the years. The first thing he noticed was the lack of hair growing back there. Some boys developed a line of hair running from their scrotum down to their anus which quickly became forested with a curly pubic growth, but not Steve.

It was delightful to be able to see the texture of his skin in such a hidden place. The fuzz of his body surrounded the anal opening and the darker contrasting skin color of his anus set it off wonderfully. Dan stared at the gentle folds of skin that hid the sphincter, that muscle of last resort.

Once it was conquered, there was no stopping entry, but if a boy resisted ... if he didn't relax, nothing good could happen. In a few minutes Steve would know Dan's intentions; it would be his choice to make. Either he allowed entry and went to heaven on a wave of ecstasy or this lesson was over.

Dan finished the right leg and lay it down far apart from its twin. Now that luscious ass was spread wide and he moved up between the boy's knees. Steve was caught up in the bliss, his mind far away from the reality of his physical self laying on a gay man's bed. From the pattern of his breathing Dan was sure he was darn near asleep and that was fine.

His touch resumed on Steve's lower back and around his flanks, dragging fingers along his hip and downwards to the thighs. Dan's hands felt energized, his fingers tingled from the workout and the rush he was beginning to feel.

Dan's cock had been stiff for some minutes once he began to gaze at the Steve's ass. It was obscene the way he derived such pleasure from a boy's ass. The curve of those muscular globes always gave him the deepest thrill. Steve was about to experience his deepest thrill to date. Dan could not explain what he was going to experience; the boy had to be shown.

Dan's hands slid onto Steve's butt cheeks, two bundles of muscle worthy of great attention. He worked his way from the outside towards the core, his thumbs sliding into the groove between thigh and butt. He was pressing the boy's cock into the towel but Steve was beyond caring, his mind was experiencing nirvana.

It would take little effort for Dan to just to lean down and place his tongue on that anus, but it would startle the boy. No, he had to resist the temptation and do only what they had agreed to do. But as his hands were working towards the center; it was time to change the lubricant.

Dan wiped the oil off his hands and picked up the KY. He applied a dribble of the liquid directly on Steve's anus and as expected the boy probably didn't even feel it. Now he lay his hands flat on Steve's ass cheeks and began to rub once again, only this time his thumbs began to track the crease, sliding across the hole.

Dan spread Steve's knees a bit and watched the boy's body for some reaction to the intended intrusion. If Steve consciously felt the need to resist he never showed it, he was going to allow the next lesson to begin.

Dan replaced his thumbs with a single finger of his left hand, rubbing directly on the opening. The stimulation produced an immediate reaction; Steve's anus seemed to open like a flower on a spring morning.

Slowly he pushed the finger in, pausing as the first knuckle and then the second sank into the moist heat. No tenseness, not a bit of resistance ... was Steve conscious? Dan was well through the sphincter when Steve gave a gentle moan. Oh, he was aware ... and accepting.

Dan slid forward until he had three inches of finger inside. Steve's body moved, pressing back against the intrusion and allowing Dan to fully seat his digit in the boy's bowels. He curled that finger slightly downward and felt the prostate. It was time to begin.

Dan proscribed lazy little circles around the tight bundle of nerves and Steve groaned, much louder now.

"Roll over Steve ... if you can," Dan said.

Steve moved a bit and managed a slow roll onto his side. Dan lifted his leg and raised it, ducking under until he could complete the move onto his back. The finger moved with him and Dan rolled his wrist over to keep steady pressure on the prostate.

Dan moved up closer, using his free hand to raise Steve's right leg onto his shoulders, the boy moved the left all by himself. As expected his cock was rigid as a pole and probably had been for quite some time. Dan rubbed the nerves again and Steve gasped.

"Oh ... God ... that feels awesome," he managed, followed by another groan of pleasure.

Dan began to slide his finger back and forth, side to side as the sphincter relaxed and gave him room to play. On a whim he laid a second finger beside the first and moved back inside. Steve didn't even seem to mind, but his cock did.

It would be so easy to lean down and take that stiffness in his mouth, but Dan knew that would turn this into a sex scene instead of a scientific endeavor. He didn't know if Steve was fooled by the talk, he had to know he was being finger fucked ... whatever excuse he wanted Dan would allow.

Steve's body moved with the thrust of Dan's fingers, his eyes closed to shut out the sight of a guy between his legs. There could be no denial of the actions, Steve was getting into it. His prostate had to be sending him wild signals; his cock sure looked swollen enough and ready to explode.

If he'd allow, a cock would slide into him without much resistance at this moment. Dan was already dripping with lubricant, his level of excitement not far behind the boy's.

"Oh ... uhh ... Dan," Steve moaned, his body twitching and his ass seemed to come off the mattress. Up and up, driving those fingers in to the max, filling his ass with pleasure. "Oh ... God ... ahhh," Steve almost screamed. Dan looked down and the boy's cock throbbed, expanded and began to spurt.

Great pulses of cum shot out of him, flying towards his face, splattering his chin and neck. Dan counted, three ... four ... five blobs of white goo went airborne and painted Steve's body. He stopped the movement of his hand but held the fingers in place.

Steve's cock oozed and bubbled cum in a pool on his belly as the boy melted back onto the bed. He slid his legs off Dan's shoulders and opened his eyes, staring up with a grin on his face.

"Fuck ... never did that before ... incredible."

Dan smiled back at him, not saying a word to spoil the moment.

"You gonna leave those fingers there all afternoon?" Steve asked.

Dan laughed. "You'll miss me when I'm gone."

Slowly he slid the fingers out and Steve made a grimace. "Oh, God ... see what you mean, I feel empty." He groaned. "I can barely move, what did you do to me?"

"I fed your body a rich diet of oxygen with that massage, it's out to lunch, be back later." Dan grinned at his joke. "You'll live."

Slowly Steve sat up and looked down at Dan's hand resting on the towel. The fingers were glistening with the KY and the slime from his gut.

"Huh? Testing to see if your cock will fit up there?"

"It will ... your choice though, not mine," Dan said.

Steve grinned and then said the most unexpected thing. "Maybe, if you're a good boy."

Dan gazed at him and they stared at one another. What was going on here? Did Steve want him to ... was he teasing? Dan had no answers and knew the boy wouldn't tell him.

"That prostate is some G-spot," Steve said. "Yeah, you pulled the trigger all right. Look at this mess."

"You look beautiful ... glorious," Dan said.

Dan reached out and swiped a blob of cum off Steve's chin, holding it up for his inspection. "Essence of Steve," Dan said, and then stuck the finger in his mouth.

Steve's eyes got wide and he shook his head. "Do I taste good?"

Dan swiped another blob off Steve's neck and held it up. "Care to try it?"

Steve looked at the finger and then back up. It was like a dare, he knew where Dan was coming from. He opened his mouth and sucked on the finger, tonguing his cum off. Dan held the finger in Steve's mouth as he sucked on it and then the boy began to laugh.

"You are so wicked and weird. I never met anyone like you, Dan."

"My purpose in life is to expand your horizons, let you see the possibilities that exist. How we do it is up to you. Damn, you are one sexy boy; did I ever tell you that?"

"No ... but I see it in your eyes every time you look at me ... thanks."

They hit the shower together, seems this was going to be the norm from now on. Steve's comfort level had gone up ... way up. Dan was beginning to expect there was a whole lot more to this boy than meets the eye. But he was patient; Steve would do things at his own pace.

They settled on the couch for some naked television and watched a film on cable. The effects of the massage were still upon him and Steve lay down with his head in Dan's lap. With a pillow under his head Steve soon fell asleep.

Dan had no interest in the film, not with a beautiful naked boy virtually in his lap. Steve's body lay stretched out, giving a lovely view of his crotch. The question nagged, was he gay ... did he have feelings he couldn't understand?

Fifteen was a difficult time of life, not quite a man and yet feeling loftier than a boy. If he harbored sexual feelings about himself too hard to discuss then this was all acting out. Dan had played perfectly into Steve's hands with this scientific approach; it was a great smokescreen, allowing him to explore his sexuality without giving it a label.

Yes, and he was clever enough to have figured that out. Steve was of above average intelligence, probably made good grades and had his parents completely fooled. But he was a good kid, not into being a typical delinquent like many of his peers.

His brown hair covered his ears but Dan gazed down at the boy's neck and the small knob of his Adam's apple sticking out at his throat. His body seemed sensual, begging for attention ... and that formed the idea. The next step would be to get him to realize the sensuality of the human body.

Dan knew how to raise the passion level, now it was time to see if Steve could return the favor. It wasn't like asking for a blow job, but he would ask for a kiss. Just the thought of his lips caressing that slender neck gave Dan an erection. Good thing Steve had that pillow under his head; it would have poked an eye out.

Dan let him sleep for an hour and then decided he had to prepare some dinner. He slid his body out from under the pillow and laid Steve's head gently on the couch. There was something Dan didn't like about cooking in the buff, so he put on a pair of shorts.

Out on the back deck he fired up the gas grill. Steaks and salad, with a side order of baked French fries ... everything a growing boy ought to have. Although nutrition didn't seem to be one of Steve's problems. His body was fit, his skin clear of those pesky adolescent hang ups...he was the perfect little man.

Dan's life had been full of relationships. But the minute he fell for a boy it seemed the kid was already packing to leave. Most of them had been older than Steve, a very few younger. But this wasn't a relationship like any of the others; in fact it wasn't a relationship at all in his eyes.

There were definite feelings for Steve, warm thoughts beyond the physical attraction. Would that shock him ... would the boy feel repelled? He enjoyed the attention, the friendship ... but what if it became more?

Dan placed the steaks on the grill and went back to pull the fries from the oven. He would have to wake Steve shortly; he didn't even know how to cook the boy's meat. But Dan finally heard a yawn from the living room and Steve came stumbling into the kitchen to join him.

"You cooking?" he asked.

"Yeah, how do you like your meat?" Dan responded.

"How do you like it?" Steve replied.

The innuendo game was on. "I like mine hard and raw," Dan said.

"And full of cream, I bet," Steve smiled.

"But I like my steak medium rare, will that do for you?"

Steve nodded. "I fell asleep, why didn't you wake me?"

"You looked so peaceful laying there, I couldn't wake Sleeping Beauty." Dan walked over and stood before him, leaned over and kissed him on the lips. "There you are, now you can wake up."

Steve smiled. "I think you'd make a fine prince, but that kiss left a lot to be desired."

"Oh, don't go there. I can kiss up a storm with the right person. But then that gets me started on other things you don't even want to know about."

He walked out to turn the steaks and stopped Steve before he walked out on the deck. "Forget something, nature boy?"

Steve ran back inside for his shorts and then returned. "Sorry, that was foolish."

"I sure don't mind, but the neighbors might, they're not used to seeing naked boys."

They had dinner, resumed their seats on the couch and watched a nature program on cable. Steve seemed perfectly content, ready for a quiet evening. He got up for a drink and sat back down, closer this time. Dan put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a squeeze, he smiled.

"You like affection, that's good," Dan said.

"Yeah, my parents aren't the hugging kind. We get along; they take care of me and all ... "

"Just not the affection you crave?" Dan said, finishing his sentence.

"Nope. But I know this guy who can't keep his hands off me, which makes up for it."

"I want to hug you now," Dan said.

Steve looked and then moved right over. Dan put his arms around the boy and squeezed. Steve turned his body and straddled Dan's lap. Their faces were close together; did this mean he wanted a kiss? This was better than Dan expected and slowly he began kissing Steve's neck.

Steve pulled back and gazed into Dan's eyes. "You like that kissing thing a lot ... I don't know much about that."

"Do you want me to show you?" Dan asked.

Steve smiled and nodded. "Close your eyes." Dan said.

He kissed Steve's forehead and his cheeks, his eyes and his nose. Then Dan kissed his lips ... gently ... softly. Steve leaned in, pressing their lips together. Finally Steve pulled back with a gasp.

"Damn ... that's gonna turn me on," he said.

"Is that a bad thing? You're a passionate young man; a lot of things turn you on."

"Yeah ... but kissing a guy is kinda weird." He smiled, "You do have soft lips."

"OK, Steve, I'm gonna kiss you again and things will happen. You kiss real well and that turns you on, but you think that's weird. When are we going to get past that weird part? You like everything we've done so far, I did too. I want to do more with you ... a lot more, but know what's really weird? You want me to do it."

Steve closed his eyes and sighed. "Yeah ... the weird is starting to go away, Dan. I trust you not to hurt me, you never lie to me ... I'm being selfish."

"Saying its weird is a way for you to keep the real feelings hidden, isn't it, Steve? I don't need to name what those feelings might be, you already know ... and so do I."

"I ... I just can't be ... I don't wanna be ... " Steve stammered.

"You're a handsome boy who seeks affection and love ... that's all it needs to be right now. I'm the one who's so fortunate that you chose me to care about, to share these things with you. It's our little secret, yours and mine ... and no one else will ever know unless you tell them. But let's stop fooling ourselves ... I care about you, Steve. I want what we have to mean everything in the world to you and I want you to care too."

"Oh God," Steve said. His face fell and tears came to his eyes. He threw himself at Dan's neck and hugged, holding on for dear life. There were sobs and Dan tried to comfort him. It wasn't pain; it was fear that made him cry. He was afraid of his feelings ... his gay feelings, and Dan knew that road only too well.

"You're so safe with me, sweetie," Dan cooed in his ear.

Steve's body was racked by sobs, but through the tears Dan felt that their relationship had changed. It made him feel weak, Steve had been overwhelmed. No one had ever touched Steve this way. But hope arose from this misery. Dan hoped they could forge these feelings into something special that would be theirs alone.

It was not romantic love they shared, maybe in time. But it was a caring ... a sharing born of need. His and mine, Dan thought. He could think of no better reason for them to be together. If they could survive, if they worked hard to share the feelings, then it would happen ... it would develop into love and be the kind of love they both needed.

Dan let the boy cry long after he gained control of his emotions, and soon Steve became quiet. Dan knew he would be embarrassed at his emotional outburst and think it childish. But it was dear and wonderful, a catharsis his spirit needed very much. Now he could be shown reason and kindness, for Steve alone could be the judge of where they took all this.

Steve sat up and looked at Dan's face and then leaned up to kiss him. It was the most passionate kiss the boy could muster. Dan hugged him tight, trying to match his passion and they both pulled away gasping.

"Uh ... so you're not mad at me, are you? I mean the game just got so real I couldn't pretend any more, Dan. I wanted you from that first day we met, but I just couldn't ... "

"It's easy to say the words, Steve, understanding the feeling takes a lifetime. Being gay isn't the end of the world; we're very much a part of the human race ... the best part in fact."

"But I played with you ... I made up lies, aren't you mad?"

"No. You did it for a good reason and I played back just as hard. The way I see it we both come out winners," Dan said.

"Well no more games, no more pretending," Steve said. "I want to do everything, I want to do it for you and I want you to make sure I'm the best when we do it."

Dan smiled. "You already have the hard part down, you are the best ... the rest will be easy."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Steve said.

Dan grinned and said only one word. "Insatiable."

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