Themes: Butt growth, muscle growth, weight gain, older-younger, clueless, small cock, huge cock, shaving, man tits

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• Chapter 1 – Scroll down!
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4
• Chapter 5
• Chapter 6

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Chapter 1

Fletcher Cummings had stripped to the waist and was sweating in the unnaturally warm November weather. The polebarn was redolent with the smell of dead deer. A few flies had even stirred from hibernation to buzz lazily around the strung-up carcass hanging before him. Taking his knife, he made an incision at the stag’s neck, looking over his shoulder at his nephew, Bryce, as he did so. 

“I start here–”

He was interrupted when his collie, Blue, started barking excitedly from the driveway. Fletcher looked up and blinked. Standing in the doorway of the barn was a scrawny teenage boy wearing only a tiny, blue Speedo. Following Fletcher’s stunned gaze,  Bryce turned around; his reaction to the nearly naked boy was a little less polite.

“Dude! WTF?! Put some clothes on!”

The boy flinched but didn’t move. Instead, he took a step further into the polebarn. “Can I watch?” he asked in a very proper voice. 

Fletcher stared at him for a moment, wondering where the fuck the kid had come from. Finally, he shrugged and, ignoring Bryce’s silent plea to make the kid go away, said, “Sure. Why not? I was just showing Bryce here how to dress a deer.”

The boy padded closer, intrigued, and Fletcher finally realized who he was: The son of the guy who owned the giant ‘cabin’ on the lake adjacent to the farm. He vaguely remembered seeing the kid around before. 

As if to confirm his suspicion, he heard distant whoops and cheers coming from across the water. It was such a warm day that the boy had probably invited a bunch of his buddies out to the cabin for the day. He shook his head. Something was seriously wrong with the world when you could still swim outdoors in Michigan in the month of November!

“I’m Austin,” the boy ventured, looking down at his bare feet. “Austin Corrigan.” He glanced over at Bryce, adding shyly, “You’re Bryce Mendoza, right?”

Bryce fought not to wrinkle his lip. Fletcher knew his nephew well enough to read his thoughts. Bryce despised the rich families that had bought up all of the lakefront property in the past decade, turning the formerly rural county into a haven for the wealthy. Now the dirt roads were slowly being paved and BMWs and Teslas were replacing pickup trucks. The rich had even founded their own private school, an elite academy on the outskirts of town…which was probably where Austin went to school. In fact, the academy’s golden insignia was stitched prominently on the ass of the boy’s Speedo when he turned around.

Bryce grumbled something barely audible and turned away. Austin stood there awkwardly for a moment before approaching Fletcher. He stuck out his hand, saying, “Pleased to meet you, Sir.”

Fletcher stared at the proffered hand. Couldn’t the kid see that his hands were covered in blood and he was balanced on a step ladder with his knife sticking in the throat of a dead deer? He cleared his throat and tried to sound friendlier than he felt. “Nice to meet you. I’m Fletcher. Sorry I can’t shake your hand.” He jerked his chin at the deer. “As you can see I’m a little busy at the moment.”

Austin flushed and looked down. Fletcher realized then that the boy must be around sixteen years old like Bryce but, unlike his nephew who had developed early, Austin was still coltish and scrawny, occupying the intermediate realm between boyhood and manhood. His chest was thin and his legs were even thinner. His mop of wet brown hair was swept over the top of his head and Fletcher noted that it was quite long. His Speedo was cinched tightly across his bony waist and appeared to be several sizes too big for him. All told, he didn’t make for a very impressive figure and Fletcher couldn’t help comparing him to Bryce.

Black-haired and green-eyed, Bryce was a linebacker on the public high school’s football team and the kid was built like one. Broad across the shoulders and chest, he definitely took after Fletcher’s side of the family. The men of Fletcher’s family were uniformly husky brutes. At two hundred twenty-five pounds and six-feet-two inches tall, Fletcher was actually the most petite of the lot. He had no doubt that Bryce would quickly exceed him both in height and weight. Already the boy was barely three inches shorter and probably weighed close to two hundred pounds. When Bryce was full grown, he would be a total beast of man.

“Where was I?”

Turning back to the deer, Fletcher got busy. He and Bryce had already field-dressed it and removed the internal organs after he shot it on the edge of the corn fields. There was little left to do but skin it and carve it into quarters before taking it to the meat processor. The deer was fat and healthy and obviously corn-fed which meant its meat would be tender and succulent. Fletcher’s mouth was already watering at the thought of grilling a couple of choice steaks that night.

Austin surprised him by quickly stepping up and assisting. He proved to be a quick study and was adept with his hands. In a few minutes, Fletcher had given up demonstrating and was coaching the boy as he worked the hide off the deer. Feeling left out, Bryce got up and helped. Soon, the two boys had completed the butchering process and were standing side by side in front of their handiwork, grinning from ear to ear. Both were smudged with blood and smelled quite repugnant but neither seemed to care.

Fletcher praised them and offered a choice cut to Austin but the boy refused. After loading the processed meat into the back of Fletcher’s pickup truck, he waved goodbye and then crept back across the field and waded into the lake, swimming over to rejoin his friends at his palatial cabin. Fletcher shook his head at the strange encounter and then promptly forgot all about it.

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Nearly a year later, Bryce stopped by to help out with the corn harvest, offering to drive the tractor. Fletcher wasn’t about to turn down the help. He had trouble finding anyone these days who wanted to work on a farm, let alone with any experience. And the few applicants he did find wanted an exorbitant amount of money. It was so bad that Fletcher wondered how much longer he’d be able to keep the farm going. A developer had stopped by recently, offering to purchase the land for a truly eye-popping sum. The fact that the property bordered one lake and enclosed another entire lake and two smaller ponds made it a very desirable parcel. Fletcher hadn’t turned him down outright–he didn’t want to burn any bridges–but the idea of selling his family’s farm made him feel sick in the pit of his stomach.

He was still mulling the developer’s offer over when Bryce drove up and was surprised when a tall boy with close-cropped brown hair and an easy smile stepped out of the passenger side. His dog, Blue, ran over to greet them, shaking with happiness. The boy knelt down and petted him, not pulling away when Blue licked his face. His eyes lit up when he spotted Fletcher and he came jogging over to him, grabbing his hand in a firm shake.

“Mr. Cummins!” he panted, smiling excitedly. “When Bryce said he was coming here to help, I simply had to join him!”

Even though it had been a year, Fletcher would have recognized that proper voice anywhere. “Austin?” he asked, unable to believe this was the same kid.

Austin dipped his head bashfully before looking up and grinning. “Yes, it’s me. How’ve you been, Mr. Cummins? Have you, uh, harvested any more deer?”

“Not yet,” Fletcher said, studying the kid closely. “It’s only bow season right now. I’ll wait until firearm deer season starts in a couple weeks.”

Bryce sidled up to them, slinging his arm affectionately across Austin’s shoulders. Fletcher watched him with surprise. A year ago, Bryce held Austin in contempt. What had changed?

“Our Austin here’s on the football team,” Bryce explained as if reading Fletcher’s thoughts. “He’s the new quarterback and holy fuck is he good!”

“You…play football?” Fletcher stammered. “But aren’t you–?”

“I gave up swimming,” Austin revealed, shrugging his slim shoulders. “And dropped out of Arbor Crest. I go to Clement City High now.”

“Wait, you go to…public…school?” Fletcher was having trouble believing what he was hearing. Why would a rich kid drop out of a prep school to go to a public school? It didn’t make sense, especially when that kid’s parents were so wealthy they could buy the school.

“C’mon, Fletch!” Bryce chided. “Leave him alone. What’s wrong with public school? You’ve said yerself a hundred times that public school is just as good as any private school. Plus, we have a football team! Arbor Crest only has stuck-up sports like lacrosse and water polo.”

“Don’t forget diving and equestrian,” Austin added, laughing. “Bryce is teaching me how to lift weights. I’m gonna get swole like him!” He flexed a bicep as he said this. Fletcher noticed that his arms were still pretty scrawny but there was at least a little bump of a muscle now. Even though he was nowhere near as beefy as Bryce, Austin had filled out quite a lot in the intervening year. Now the maturity scale had tipped decidedly away from boyhood and was leaning closer and closer to manhood.

While Fletcher studied the kid, the boys commenced wrestling with Blue barking excitedly from the sidelines. In a few moments, Bryce had pinned Austin beneath him and was holding his arms over his head. They were covered in dust and dirt from the driveway but giggling like little kids. Fletcher found himself grinning at their antics.

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Even with the boys’ help, the corn harvest took until well past midnight. By the time they were done, Bryce was too exhausted to drive back home and asked if they could crash for the night with Fletcher. The old farmhouse that Fletcher had inherited from his parents had plenty of spare rooms and he readily agreed, mustering up the energy to heat some TV dinners in the microwave. He barely managed to feed Blue before he fell into his bed and drifted off into a deep sleep.

He awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon. Curled up next to him, Blue moaned unhappily when he sat up in bed and looked at the clock. It was almost ten! He never slept this late, even on the weekends! As a farmer’s son and farmer himself, he’d trained himself to get up before dawn. The weak October sunlight filtering through the curtains was the first morning light he’d seen from his bed in more than a decade.

Groaning, he staggered out of the bedroom, wrapping his old terry cloth bathrobe around his thick waist with Blue padding along behind him. When he entered the kitchen, he blinked. The room was spotless! It had been cleaned from ceiling to floor, revealing a hidden sparkle that Fletcher had forgotten was possible. Not since his mother was alive had the kitchen been this clean.

“Hello, Mr. Cummins!” Austin chirped. “Your breakfast is ready.”

Fletcher did a double take. The boy appeared to be wearing an apron and nothing else. Not until he turned around did Fletcher realize that Dawon wore a very tiny pair of pink briefs under the apron. Cheeks coloring beneath his auburn beard, Fletcher debated whether to say something. Should he tell the kid to put on some clothes?

Noticing his attention, Austin looked down at himself, explaining, “Sorry I’m not properly dressed, Mr. Cummins. Our clothes were filthy and I put them in the washing machine this morning. I didn’t feel comfortable snooping through your house for spare clothing.”

Fletcher opened and closed his mouth, finally saying, “Uh, S’Ok. No worries. We’re all guys here, right? Anyway, would you please call me ‘Fletcher’? ‘Mr. Cummins’ makes me feel old.” Austin dipped his head, still holding out a plate of bacon and eggs. Fletcher took it from him, adding, “And thanks for breakfast. You didn’t have to do that…or clean the entire kitchen for that matter.”

“It was the least I could do,” Austin said, flushing for unknown reasons. He was about to say more than Bryce clomped into the kitchen wearing a blanket around his generous waist.

“Dude! Did you steal my clothes?” he accused. “Where are they?”

Dawon glanced over at him apologetically. “They’re in the dryer. I think they’re almost done. I washed them for you.”

Still sleepy, it took Bryce a moment to realize what Austin was wearing…or wasn’t wearing in this case. “Fuck, bro! Are those panties? Are you wearing a pair of fuckin’ panties?!”

“They’re not panties,” Austin stated somewhat icily. “They’re briefs. You’ve seen me wearing them before in the locker room, remember?”

Bryce’s mouth was hanging open. “Yeah, but not pink! I ain’t never seen you wearing no pink panties before!”

“THEY’RE NOT PANTIES!” 

“Whatever you say,” Bryce grumbled. He cast Fletcher a sly glance, though, as he strode past him to grab a plate. “And where’s my breakfast? You put his on a plate with a fancy garnish and I have to make my own?”

Fletcher looked down, realizing that there was a sprig of thyme and oregano lying next to his scrambled eggs. Further, Austin had squirted hot sauce in the shape of a smiley face over the eggs. He looked up to find Austin studying his feet, the tips of his ears pink.

“Uh, thanks, Austin,” Fletcher mumbled, feeling weird but also grateful. “That was real nice of you. I love scrambled eggs and bacon.”

“You do?” Austin’s face brightened and he stood up straighter, squaring his shoulders. “I’m glad. I wasn’t sure.”

“Jesus, bro,” Bryce complained, still shaking his head at Austin’s panties. “Hey, Fletch? You got sumthin’ he can wear to cover himself up?”

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The (now clothed) boys were loading into Bryce’s pickup truck when Bryce’s mother, Mercedes, drove up in her little electric car. Blue ran over, barking crazily and Fletcher saw she was accompanied by an unfamiliar man. She honked the horn and climbed out, petting Blue and giving Bryce a hug before turning to Fletcher.

He looked from her to the strange man getting out of the car. The dude had long, brown hair tied up in a man bun and he was wearing a silk shirt with very colorful patterns. As soon as Fletcher saw him, he knew two things: The dude was a total hippie and he and Mercedes were seeing each other. 

He felt a little stab of jealousy upon realizing this last part. He’d had a simmering crush on Mercedes from the time his brother John introduced her to the family nearly twenty years ago. This infatuation had only increased in the intervening years since John had died in a car accident. In his heart, Fletcher saw him together with her some day; he’d just been waiting for Bryce to get a little older so it wasn’t quite so weird.

“Hey, Mercedes,” he said, trying to sound upbeat. “What’s up? And who’s this?” He stuck his hand out to the man, saying, “I’m Fletcher Cummins.”

“Prospero,” the dude replied and Fletcher fought not to roll his eyes. “Propero Valente.” His handshake was like cold mush.

“Nice to meet you.” Even to Fletcher’s ears, his voice sounded toneless but neither Mercedes nor ‘Prospero’ seemed to notice. Clearing his throat, he turned back to Mercedes who was standing beside Bryce. Bryce was looking from Fletcher to Prospero, a funny smile on his face. “What’s going on?” Fletcher asked her. “Did you come to help out with the corn harvest? I’m getting ready to fill the bins and fire up the dryer.”

Mercedes laughed, a rich, pleasant sound. “Nope, I’ll leave that to you. I’m here because I wanted to introduce you to my new partner.” She turned to Prospero and favored him with a radiant smile. “And to make you an offer you can’t refuse.”

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Chapter 2

By the next summer, the farm was almost unrecognizable. What had once been a traditional agribusiness with monoculture crops and heavy inputs of chemical fertilizers and pesticides was no more. Upon Mercedes’ advice, they had sold the development rights to the property and moved about a thousand of the twelve hundred acres into a conservation easement. This included the undeveloped portions of the property with the lake and one of the ponds. (Fletcher had kept the tiny cabin on the second pond for himself.) The Nature Conservancy managed the wetlands and the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service was busy with a prairie restoration project on the rest of the land. Already the gently rolling hills–once covered with acre upon acre of corn and soybeans–were blooming with an abundance of native wildflowers and grasses.

The remaining two hundred or so acres, including the old farmhouse, were Mercedes and Prospero’s domain. They’d started a nonprofit CSA and were restoring the soil with inputs of organic compost, much of which was generated by their free-range chickens and other livestock. A team of more than twenty interns worked from dawn to dusk, putting in hoop houses and raised beds, tending the organic flower and vegetable gardens, and caring for the small herds of cattle and sheep. A dozen or so goats produced milk for a cheese-making venture managed by a local dairy.

Mercedes’ proposal had taken Fletcher by surprise but she and Prospero were convincing. Mercedes had caught wind of the developer looking at the place and did not like the idea of the land desecrated by giant homes for the wealthy. (She was half-owner of the property along with Fletcher, having inherited her share after her husband’s death.) She was tired of her job as a school teacher and longed to do something more meaningful with her life while she was still young. When she met Prospero at a permaculture conference, she’d been taken both by his personality and his ideas. 

Fletcher was a lot less taken with the dude’s personality and skeptical of his ideas but he’d gone along with it…and been surprised when everything came together. It had taken a lot of negotiating and navigating complicated legal arrangements but it eventually worked out and now he was witnessing the farm’s renaissance. It was nothing short of a miracle. He knew his parents and his brother, John, would be proud of Mercedes and him for what they’d had done with the place.

They’d been able to pay off the farm’s debts with the sale of the development rights, leaving plenty left over to invest in the CSA. Plus, after selling the unneeded farm equipment, both he and Mercedes had a comfortable financial cushion. Upon the advice of his CPA, Fletcher had invested his portion and lived modestly on the interest and capital gains. He helped out on the CSA as much as they needed and spent the remainder of the time attending community college. 

As he neared his thirtieth birthday, he’d realized two things: He now had the time to complete his general contracting coursework…and he needed to lose weight. His previously unstoppable metabolism was slowing and he’d packed on a paunch. He was determined to lose it and had dedicated himself to a cross fit and running regimen. While he’d never win any races, he’d worked his way up to a six-mile run in the morning and his weight was now back to his usual two hundred-twenty-five pounds. He dreamed of getting below two hundred but realistically that wasn’t going to happen with his genetics.

One afternoon in the middle of June, Fletcher was stripped to the waist, expanding the fence around the cow pasture, when Bryce and Austin caught up with him.

“Yo, Fletch!” Bryce called out as Blue ran over to greet them. “Need help? Austin and me’ll spot ya.”

Fletcher looked up and stared at the boys. Bryce was still Bryce, a big kid with a stocky build and paunch much like uncle’s (before he started running), but Austin…Austin had really developed! Fletcher realized that it had been almost nine months since he’d last seen him and the kid hadn’t been boasting about getting swole. He looked like he’d put on about fifty pounds, most of it muscle. On top of this, he’d shot up nearly five inches and now was taller than Bryce. Fuck, he was only a couple inches shorter than Fletcher!

He tried not to be too obvious but he couldn’t help checking him out. In many ways, the kid was still a somewhat gawky seventeen-year-old with a pimply complexion. Like all teenagers, his nose and ears had grown faster than the rest of his face and he was kind of homely. (The braces didn’t help.) And, even with his added muscle mass, he was nowhere near as beefy at Bryce.

And yet…

And yet…

The boy had a striking presence. He was tall and slim with tanned, chestnut-colored skin that was only a shade or two lighter than Bryce’s. His brown hair had been styled into a tight fade with a jaunty mop on top. His blue eyes sparkled beneath a pair of black eyebrows and his full lips curved into a shy smile. He possessed an understated sort of grace that was really appealing.

Before he could stop himself, Fletcher marveled, “Jesus, Austin! Look at you! I almost don’t recognize you anymore!”

Austin lowered his head bashfully before looking back up at him through his very long eyelashes. “You’ve changed, too, Mr. Cummins,” he rumbled in a much deeper voice. “Have you been lifting weights?”

For some reason, this made Fletcher flush and he looked down at himself, suddenly self-conscious. His furry, tanned torso was dripping with sweat and his oversized nipples were standing erect, poking large and fat out from his chest. Since his teenage years, he’d been cursed with the biggest nipples! He resisted the urge to cover them with his hands.

“Uh, sort of,” he mumbled, turning away self-consciously. “I, um, do crossfit and stuff.” Changing the subject, he addressed Bryce. “What brings ya here? I thought you had a summer job.”

“I do, bro.” Bryce was watching Fletcher with an enigmatic expression. “I’m working here for the summer.” He paused, adding slowly, “With Austin.”

Fletcher’s eyebrows went up. “You are? I didn’t–”

“Yeah! We’re the newest interns!” Austin interrupted eagerly, “and I’m living in the farmstead, too. They gave me a room to stay in. I think it’s your old bedroom.”

“Really?”

“Yep, Bryce just helped me move in! And Prospero told us to go find you. We’re supposed to help you today.”

For some reason, this made Fletcher very happy and he found himself grinning. When the silence stretched, he cleared his throat, saying, “Ok, then, let’s get to it. Bryce, can you hold the post at the top? And, Austin, please hold it at the bottom. I’ll drive it in with the pounder.” He paused to hand the boys a couple pairs of earplugs from his back pocket. “You’ll wanna put these in to protect your ears.”

“Ok, just a sec,” Austin replied, pausing to pull his t-shirt over his head and exposing his impressively toned physique. There were just a few tiny black hairs growing out between his well-formed pecs. And the beginnings of a treasure trail led down into his jeans. (Fletcher abruptly looked away when he realized that he’d noticed this last bit.)

Feeling hot, Fletcher turned his attention back to the fence post. Bryce duly took command of the post while Austin knelt down to hold the base in position.  Fletcher was preparing to lift the pounder when he glanced downward. Austin was squatting beneath him, leaning forward and gripping the post. As he did so, his jeans slid down his slim hips, exposing his creamy white skin and maybe an inch or two of the top of his buttocks. Light brown hairs curled out, gracing the boy’s smooth, flawless skin. He didn’t appear to be wearing any underwear.

Austin had a really shapely ass. 

It was both firm and pleasantly plump, especially for a kid with his slender build. 

It was–

“You Ok, dude?”

Fletcher shook himself when he found Bryce gazing up at him curiously. “Uh, yeah. I’m fine,” he grunted, sweat trickling down his back. “Here goes.”

They worked for a couple hours, finishing the fence, before Fletcher had to take a break. He felt like the heat was getting to him. He told the boys to check in with Prospero and took his leave, going back to his cabin with Blue on the edge of the little pond. He intended to prepare for his upcoming apprenticeship but found it difficult to concentrate. After a while, he and Blue got up and went back outside. It was a hot day and the air shimmered over the surface of the pond. Dragonflies zipped and dipped among the cattails and a few frogs chirped languidly in the sultry heat. The redwing blackbirds were sitting on their nests, one of the males dive-bombing Blue when he got too close.

What was wrong? Why did he feel so on edge?

He decided he needed to work out and changed into a tank top and a pair of shorts, going out into the little shed beside the cabin where he’d set up a crossfit gym. A grueling, hour-long workout did little to work the edge off and so he went for a run, somehow coaxing Blue to join him even though the dog hated to run in hot weather. Fletcher never ran in the heat of the day but today it actually felt good. He ran his usual six miles, adding a couple miles on at the end (much to Blue’s chagrin.) By the time they were done, they were completely spent. He sat on the dock in front of his cabin, listening to Blue lap up water and resting his feet in the cool water. The late afternoon sun dipped toward the horizon, casting a gold glow over him and the pond.

He stirred finally, mindful that he had to pack for his trip tomorrow. Groaning with the stiffness of his limbs, he pushed himself up and retreated indoors. An hour later, his travel suitcase was packed and waiting by the door. His flight left at eight o’clock the next morning which meant he needed to get some sleep; the airport was more than an hour away.

His stomach growled, reminding him he was famished after his run and workout. What would he make for dinner? The fridge was almost empty; he’d cleaned it out, knowing that he wouldn’t be back for a few months.

As if on cue, a deep voice called out from the doorway, “Mr. Cummins?” There was a knock and then Austin stuck his head inside. “Are you hungry? I made you dinner.” Holding a plate heaped with food, the boy looked around inside, taking note of the humble surroundings, his eyes landing eventually on the suitcase. Fletcher watched as his eyebrows went up and he stared at Fletcher with a stricken look on his pimply face. “Are you leaving? You look like you’re packed up.”

“Yeah, I’m flying to Maine tomorrow for an apprenticeship with a timber framer,” Fletcher explained, getting up to steady the plate in the boy’s hands before he dropped it. Blue trotted over and licked Austin’s legs, smiling in the way that only dogs can do. Fletcher was touched by the boy’s gesture of making dinner for him; it looked and smelled amazing.

Austin wouldn’t look at him. Turning his head to the side, he asked, “H-H-How long will you be gone?”

Fletcher shrugged. “All summer. I get back right before Labor Day.”

He watched in puzzlement as the boy’s shoulders fell and he took several deep breaths. When he spoke again, his voice was strained and Fletcher noticed there were tears in his eyes. “All summer?” he (all but) wailed. “That’s a long time!”

“It’s not that long,” Fletcher reasoned. “A little over two months is all. I’ll be back before you know it.” Changing the subject, he asked, “You made this? It looks delicious!”

Fletcher glanced unhappily down at the plate in his hands. “Yeah, it’s chicken breast stuffed with fresh goat cheese, herbs and cornbread. And a salad and roasted potatoes. Mostly things we grow here on the farm.”

“So I gathered,” Fletcher murmured, reaching out to put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Thank you, Austin! That’s really thoughtful of you!”

The boy’s body went rigid at his touch before he relaxed into Fletcher’s grip. Leaning his head to the side, he let his cheek rest against Fletcher’s fingers. He took a shuddering breath before collecting himself. “It’s my pleasure, Mr. Cummins. I’d do anything for you.”

Fletcher laughed. “Would you please stop calling me that? Just call me Fletcher or, even better, Fletch. Like Bryce does.” Accepting the plate from Austin, he went into the kitchen and grabbed some utensils, asking, “Have you eaten already? There’s enough for two here.”

“I ate earlier.” Austin’s demeanor was still deflated but looked slightly perkier now. “I know you worked out and ran today so I figured you’d be really hungry.” He paused, letting his eyes travel down the length of Fletcher’s body; Fletcher was wearing only a tiny pair of shorts that clung to him almost as tightly as Lycra. “Would you mind eating outside, Fletcher? There aren’t too many mosquitos and I kind of feel like going for a swim.”

“Sure!” Fletcher agreed even as he was confused by the strange tension that was filling the room. Why was Austin staring at him like that? He carried the plate of food toward the door, saying over his shoulder, “I’ll eat on the dock while you swim. Take Blue in with you. He likes the water.”

***

Austin stripped down to a pair of white boxers and dove off the dock with Blue sailing through the air close behind him. Soon, the boy and dog were cavorting in the water, splashing and barking. Well, Blue was barking; Austin was shouting. Fletcher sat on an Adirondack chair on the dock, eating his dinner and watching them. He couldn’t help smiling. He’d never seen his dog take to anyone like this before. Blue seemed to like Austin even more than he liked Fletcher!

There was something else beside the rapport between his dog and the boy that drew his attention: Austin’s white boxers became basically transparent when wet. Fletcher licked his lips when the boy leaped out of the water, his mounded buttocks outlined perfectly beneath the soaking fabric. Face growing warm, he looked away, unsure why he’d noticed. He was certain not to let his gaze wander like that again.

After a while, both the boy and dog grew tired and Blue pulled his dripping body out of the water, running politely back to the shore to shake off. Austin drew himself up on the dock, looking back at Fletcher with an unreadable expression. The boy’s blue eyes seemed awfully sad. Finally, Fletcher couldn’t stand it and set his plate aside, getting up from the chair to sit next to Austin.

“The food was incredible!” He rubbed his full belly. “I can’t believe I ate all of it!”

Austin turned and gave him a funny smile, though the sadness never left his eyes. “I’m glad, Fletcher. That makes me happy.”

“You know what?” Fletcher asked, struck by sudden inspiration. “Would you mind staying here in my cabin and looking after Blue while I’m away? Mercedes said that she’d do it but I’d feel better if you did. He really seems to like you.”

The way Austin’s face lit up was enough to warm Fletcher’s heart. “I would LOVE that!” he cried. “Oh, my god! I would love that! Do you really mean it?”

Fletcher couldn’t help laughing. “Yes, I do. I’m glad you like the idea. I’ll rest easier while I’m gone knowing that Blue is in good hands. Plus, you can use my cross fit gym. I know you and Bryce like to lift weights and stuff.”

They fell silent then, watching the sun slowly sink beneath the horizon. This close to the summer solstice in Michigan, the sun set well past nine o’clock in the evening. It was the payment Michiganders received for the price of the five o’clock sunsets in the wintertime. After a while, Austin grew sleepy and leaned against Fletcher. He rested his head on his shoulder but soon his head was drooping and Fletcher reached up and moved the boy’s head down onto his lap. He was going to take his hand away again but instead left it there, gently stroking the boy’s bangs out of his eyes. Austin gazed up at him with a dreamy smile on his face, his eyes half-closed and long eyelashes drifting downward.

When he fell asleep, Fletcher got up and, stooping downward, lifted the boy into his arms and carried him into the cabin before depositing him on the sofa. He tucked a light blanket over him, looking back one last time before turning out the light and going to bed.

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Chapter 3

Fletcher’s apprenticeship in Maine was one of the best experiences of his life. He learned a ton both about timber framing and contracting, supervising the construction of a huge cabin overlooking the Penobscot River. His co-contractor apprentice was Emily, a gorgeous woman of Haitian descent. Within a week, the two of them were fucking each other’s brains out every night and working their asses off every day. They spent the summer in a perpetual state of postcoital bliss, only waking up to the reality of their situation near the end of August. When they parted, Emily was headed back to her girlfriend in Massachusetts and he was headed back to his life alone in Michigan. The plane trip back felt like heading into a dark cave and he cried to himself most of the way.

Bryce picked him up at the airport, welcoming him with a clap on the back and sly expression on his broad face. Bryce had gotten even beefier over the summer, Fletcher noticed, and looked older; he was almost a man now. It seemed like yesterday when he’d been a little bratty kid!

His nephew watched him the whole drive back home, barely saying anything and always seeming to be on the verge of laughter. Fletcher was so morose that he barely registered his nephew’s strange behavior. He felt like a zombie, heart aching for Emily and her luscious body. She’d had the biggest booty of any girl he’d ever fucked and he couldn’t get enough of it!

They drove into the driveway of the farm with Fletcher still in a daze. He barely noticed that the farm’s transformation had continued unabated while he was away. The number of hoop houses had tripled, as had the number of raised beds. There was a new dairy facility as well as nearly four acres of solar panels lining the roadway. Six wind turbines spun lazily in the early September breeze, rising tall and proud behind the farmhouse. 

Bryce helped him get his suitcase out of the back of the truck, still watching him with a Cheshire Cat grin. Fletcher thanked him and was turning to haul his stuff back to his cabin when Bryce remarked, “Oh, hey, Fletch. Isn’t that Austin over there? You know he had a birthday a couple days ago, right?” He paused before adding significantly, “He’s eighteen now.”

Fletcher looked up, only half-hearing, and replied absently, “Oh, is that right?” He followed Bryce’s eyes and then nearly fell over in surprise at the sight of Austin.

All traces of the former boy had disappeared and a hulking man stood in his place. Austin was stooped over, helping another intern lift a pallet of produce into the bed of a truck. Fletcher’s mouth fell open when he watched the ‘boy’ squat down. He had no idea a man could grow a butt that huge and muscular! Talk about a caboose!

When Austin straightened, Fletcher saw that his shoulders had widened impressively while his waist was still just as slim as ever. His arms were giant, as were his quads and calves. Turning to the side, the shelf of his pecs pushed out before him, high and mighty.

And his face!

His face was a man’s face now. His acne was gone and his ears and nose no longer appeared ungainly. He possessed the strong jaw and confident demeanor of a full-grown adult. There was even a new, auburn-brown beard gracing his cheeks. In short, Austin had grown into an incredibly handsome young man. Fletcher tried and failed to recognize any signs of the scrawny, knock-kneed teenager from barely two years ago. Clearly, life on a farm (and in a cross fit gym) had been good to Austin Corrigan.

“What’s wrong?” Bryce asked innocently, taking in Fletcher’s glazed expression. “Are you Ok? A little tired after your long trip, maybe?”

Fletcher closed his mouth with a snap and was preparing to reply when the other boy working with Austin turned and placed his hand affectionately on Austin’s rump. He said something as he did so that caused Austin to laugh. 

Clenching his jaw, Fletcher balled his hands into fists and would have marched over to them if Blue hadn’t spotted him and bolted over to greet him wildly, jumping up and barking with delight. Austin looked over at the commotion and his face broke into a huge grin, displaying teeth that were now free of braces.  He sprinted over and grabbed Fletcher in his arms and, lifting him off his feet, spun him exuberantly in the air.

“You’re back!” he shouted in a resonant baritone. “I can’t believe it! You’re finally back!”

Fletcher had never been swept off his feet before and the experience left him feeling disoriented, as did the pounding of his heart and the breathless, giddy feeling that threatened to overwhelm him. When Austin finally put him down, the boy continued to hug him as if unwilling to let him go.

“I made us dinner,” he murmured in Fletcher’s ear before looking over at Bryce, chagrined. “You can join us, too, Bryce, if you like.”

Bryce held up his hands. “What? Me? Nah, don’t worry about lil’ ol’ me. I’ll take care of myself. I’d feel like a third wheel anyway. You two go have fun.” He laughed and, clapping Fletcher on the back, walked away.

They watched him go but the truth was that neither really saw anything. They were too busy savoring the closeness of the other.

***

Austin had grilled lamb chops and made mint chutney, fresh corn on the cob, mashed red potatoes and a radicchio salad. It was laid out on a table under glass (to keep the flies off) in front of the cabin when they arrived. There was a vase filled with scarlet dahlias next to it. Austin had slung Fletcher’s luggage over his massive shoulder and walked with his muscular arm draped around his neck. He now stood just as tall as Fletcher and easily weighed the same. Fletcher couldn’t get over how much Austin had grown!

Before eating, Austin guided him inside the cabin. Once again, Fletcher’s jaw dropped. The boy had completely remodeled it while he was away. The walls sported a fresh coat of white paint and the floor had been tiled with rustic slate. The front window overlooking the pond had been replaced with a picture window. There was now a fireplace with a fieldstone mantel in the center of the living room. The kitchen likewise had been updated with marble countertops, a basin sink and a convection oven. The cupboards were brushed stainless steel with glass windows. Even the dishes and cookware were new.

The shower was gone and the bathroom now had an old-fashioned clawfoot tub and a basin sink. There was a wall heater next to the toilet and a skylight offered natural light from above. The fixtures were brushed stainless steel like the kitchen.

Fletcher walked through the place in a daze, unable to believe the transformation. He had no idea that Austin was so skilled at interior design! He stared and stared, touching everything several times to be sure it was real. When he got to the bedroom, he stopped in surprise at the sight of the canopy bed. Behind it, a new window looked out over the prairie. The window, Fletcher noticed, was actually a sliding glass door that opened onto a small patio.

“Austin,” he breathed. “This is…this is…this is…” He couldn’t finish the sentence because he was too busy rubbing tears furiously out of his eyes. There had only been one other time in his life when he’d been so overcome with happiness and that had been over a dozen years ago.

He sat down heavily on the bed, holding his head in his hands. He hated that he was crying in front of a kid. He was supposed to be the adult but felt almost like a little kid. Austin sat down next to him, putting his arm around him and pulling him in close. He kissed him on the top of the head, confessing, “I wanted to give you a gift, Fletcher. I wanted you to know how much I care for you.”

***

They ate dinner together outside and then Austin convinced him to go for a swim in the pond. 

Fletcher stripped down to his boxers and waded in but Austin disappeared inside the cabin before remerging wearing the same Speedo he’d had on when they’d first met. Back then, it had been a couple sizes too big. Now, however…

“Is it too small?” Austin asked, looking down at himself. 

Fletcher had to force himself to respond. He was too busy staring at the boy’s magnificent butt. The skimpy suit clung to him like a second skin, sinking into the deep cleft between his ass cheeks. His butt stuck out huge, heavy and full behind him. “Uh, no. It looks good. Definitely not too small.”

Austin grinned, wading over to him. “You look good, too, Fletcher. Really good.”

For some reason, Fletcher flushed and felt his heart flutter in his chest. Rather than reply, though, he jumped in. Soon, he and Austin and Blue were splashing around, laughing and barking, as they enjoyed the last of the late summer weather. Soon, it would be autumn and the pond would be too cold for swimming. Right now, though, it was just perfect.

They lay on the dock after swimming. Austin was sprawled out perpendicular to him, his head over Fletcher’s belly. Fletcher ran his fingers through the boy’s thick hair and looked up at the darkening sky. Crickets chirped all around them and far off he could hear the hoot of a screech owl. The stars were coming out one by one and the breeze was warm over his bare skin.

“Michigan was in drought this summer,” Austin was saying. “The crops failed on the farms around here but we did great. Turns out organic farming with cover crops works pretty well in the ‘Age of Climate Change’.”

Fletcher stirred. “I don’t miss the old days at all. It was stressful. Always watching the weather apps, hoping that we didn’t get too much or too little rain. Praying it didn’t freeze late or warm up too soon. Can you believe I was thinking about putting in irrigation? Seems so stupid now.”

“We watered the vegetable and flower gardens but now that much.” Austin turned his head and looked at him, eyes dark in the fading light. “Everything else did Ok. We got a bunch of rain last week and that helped.”

They talked into the night, eventually retreating inside when the mosquitos grew bad. Fletcher was so tired that he didn’t think anything about it when Austin collapsed on the bed next to him. They slept the night with Blue snoring between them.

***

Austin showed no inclination to move out of the cabin after Fletcher returned. Fletcher felt weird bringing it up, especially after everything that Austin had done for him. He owed the kid big time for remodeling his home and taking care of his dog. For the remaining week of Austin’s internship before school started, they slipped into an easy rhythm. They’d wake at five and go out in the shed for a crossfit workout. Then they’d work on the farm, taking a break for lunch and a run before returning for afternoon chores. Sometimes Bryce would join them. It was funny how quickly he grew used to the kid’s presence in his life! After a few days it ceased to feel weird to have Austin sleeping in the same bed with him. They made compatible housemates.

***

“You’re coming to homecoming, right?”

Fletcher looked up from pulling up weeds to find both Austin and Bryce staring hopefully at him. “Homecoming?” he asked. “Already?”

Austin nodded. “It’s early this year. Our football team is playing against the Panthers. Should be a good game!”

When Fletcher waffled, Bryce chimed in. “Aw, c’mon, Fletch! You’ve never come to one of my games ever!”

“That’s not true. I come to at least one every year.”

Bryce stuck out his lower lip, rocking back on his heels in the middle of the row of carrots. “Liar! You didn’t come last year or the year before!”

Austin nodded. “He’s right. You’ve never seen me play before.”

Fletcher studied the boys, debating what to do. He actually hated football even though he’d played it in high school. It was something about going back to his old stomping grounds that brought back the wrong kind of memories. Bad memories. Too many bad memories. When both Austin and Bryce started whining pitifully, though, he finally gave in and consented. It wouldn’t kill him to go see one game.

“Oh, alright. I’ll go,” he grumbled, hiding a smile when the boys whooped with delight. “But y’all better win, Ok?”

“Deal!” Bryce and Austin shouted in tandem, giving each other a high five.

***

The day that Austin moved out, Fletcher felt empty. He hadn’t been this low since he’d said goodbye to Emily in Maine. He knew he would miss sharing dinner with the boy every night, listening to him talk about the gossip around the farm and speculate about crop yields. It made him smile to think about it. The only other person who had talked to him about crop yields had been his brother, John, and John had been dead for ten years now. Austin had a keen mind and was very perceptive. He often noticed things that Fletcher didn’t see at all. And he had a sixth sense about people that bordered on eerie. Fletcher found that he’d come to rely on the boy’s insights, trusting him to help navigate the sometimes fraught interpersonal relationships on the farm.

“I’ll be back,” Austin promised, hugging him tightly and lowering his head into the crook of Fletcher’s neck. “Don’t worry. You haven’t seen the last of me.”

Fighting back tears, Fletcher’s voice was gruffer than he wanted it to be. “I know. I’m not worried. Really.”

Austin chuckled and pulled back to gaze down at him fondly. Fletcher was surprised to discover that the kid was now almost an inch taller than him! Austin started to say something more but instead dipped his head quickly to give him a kiss on the lips. It was over so fast that Fletcher wasn’t even certain it had happened. 

Giving him a sly wink, Austin stepped away and slung his backpack over his brawny shoulder. “I’ll see you at homecoming, right? It’s this Friday night. At seven. Don’t be late!”

Fletcher nodded, dazed. He lifted his fingers to his lips, feeling the ghost of Austin’s kiss. He could still smell the boy’s scent long after he’d gone. It saturated the air of the cabin, filling his nostrils every time he breathed and making his heart ache with sadness.

***

Friday night couldn’t come soon enough.

Fletcher showed up at the football field an hour early, dressed in his old letterman’s jacket (it still fit!), a pair of tight jeans and a Miller Lite cap. He was surprised when a kid serving as an usher guided him down to the sidelines. “It’s Family Night,” the boy explained. “You get to watch the game from here.” Fletcher looked around, self-conscious because he was the only person there. He thanked the kid and pulled out his phone, studying the screen to distract himself.

He didn’t have to wait long before more parents and family members showed up and soon the sidelines were crowded. He stood next to a middle-aged couple whose demeanor dripped of money. He’d been around enough rich people to spot them a mile away. He wondered why their kid was playing on a public school’s football team? It was quite unusual.

Mercedes joined him about five minutes before the game started; Prospero was nowhere to be seen. Fletcher guessed that the dude had probably never seen a football game in his life. 

“When Bryce said you were coming, I didn’t believe him,” she said. “What’s got into you? You never come to these games.”

Fletcher looked down at his feet. “Bryce an’ Austin begged me. I couldn’t refuse ‘em.”

Mercedes regarded him closely. “Austin, eh? Well, I guess that explains it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fletcher demanded. “I’m here more for Bryce than Austin.”

“Oh, uh huh.” Mercedes smiled to herself.

Fletcher would have said more but at that moment the home team made its grand entrance. The bleachers behind them were filled with fans and a deafening roar filled the air when the Clement City Cougars ran onto the field in their blue and white uniforms. Fletcher craned his neck, trying to spot Austin and Bryce. It didn’t take long.

Austin was unmistakable. No one quite filled out a Spandex uniform like he did. Fletcher’s heart began to pound when he saw the boy leading the team onto the field. He lifted his muscular arms over his head and left out a loud roar that was picked up and echoed by his teammates. When his gaze landed on Fletcher, his face broke into a wide grin behind the grill of his helmet and he pointed at him, yelling, “FLETCHER!!! YOU MADE IT!!”

Fletcher waved back at him, conscious of Mercedes’ knowing stare. Beside them, the middle-aged couple also turned to look quizzically at him. Fletcher lowered his hand, red-faced, only to raise it again when Bryce called out his name. His nephew came up behind Austin and slapped him hard on the butt, waving at Fletcher and his mother and muttering something that Fletcher couldn’t quite hear. Whatever it was made Austin laugh loudly, though.

The game was a transcendent experience for Fletcher. He was completely captivated by it. Well, more precisely, he was completely captivated by Austin. He couldn’t take his eyes off the boy, especially when he bent over. His tights hugged his lower body like a lover, revealing every curve and jiggle. Even more than this, though, it was Austin’s finesse that stood out. He’d never seen anyone play football like him. Rather than pugnacious and aggressive, Austin was gentle and yielding. He faded into the chaos around him, weaving with a lithe grace between the players and picking just the right moment to pass the ball. He never misjudged, never stumbled, never let himself get sacked. It was like ballet. Beautiful ballet. Fletcher had no idea how such a beefy kid could move so effortlessly.

Fletcher was so mesmerized that he forgot to keep track of the score. By the time the game was over, he had no idea if the Cougars had won or not. Only when the crowd erupted in a jubilation and the Cougars started jumping up and down did he realize they had won. The team immediately surrounded Austin, grabbing their quarterback and hoisting him up on their shoulders. They carried him around, displaying him to the crowd. He waved, whipping off his helmet and tossing it aside. His hair was drenched in sweat and his cheeks were red but his eyes were alive with happiness.

Fletcher and Mercedes grabbed each other and hugged, cheering at the top of their lungs. Everyone around them was on fire with victory. Well, all of the Cougars fans at least. Fletcher had just let go of Mercedes when he turned and saw a blur running toward him off the field. Before he could brace himself, Austin had caught him up in his arms and hefted him into the air. Then his legs were straddling the boy’s lithe waist and Austin was grabbing him by the buttocks, pulling him in close. He spun Fletcher around and around, grinning deliriously. Swept away (literally) Fletcher folded his arms around the boy’s neck and hugged him. He felt Austin’s sweat soaking into his shirt but he didn’t care. He was beside himself with joy.

“Uh, Austin?” a man called out next to them, interrupting their celebration. “Who is this?”

Fletcher froze, belatedly realizing how ridiculous he looked. His cheeks flushed red beneath his beard and he looked over to find the middle-aged couple staring at them. Beside them, Mercedes was holding her hand over his mouth, trying to suppress laughter.

Austin didn’t seem concerned in the slightest. Not releasing Fletcher, he turned to the man. “Oh, hey, Dad. This is Fletcher Cummins. He’s one of the owners of the farm where I worked this summer.” He jerked his chin over at Mercedes. “And this is Mercedes Mendoza, Bryce’s mother and Fletcher’s sister-in-law. She’s the other owner of the farm.”

At that moment, Fletcher was saved from further embarrassment by Bryce. His nephew came running up and, taking all three of them into his arms, commenced hugging them tightly. “My three favorite people!” he shouted. “I’m so glad my three favorite people were here to see us win! Wasn’t Austin awesome?”

***

Bryce found him later that night, sulking in his cabin. Banging loudly, he pushed Fletcher up against the wall when he opened the door. “Dude! WTF?! Why’re you here? Austin’s a fuckin’ mess right now. He thought you’d celebrate with him after the game.”

Fletcher removed his nephew’s hands from him, saying lamely, “I didn’t feel like it. Sorry.” When Bryce pressed him further, he grew angry. “Listen to me! I’m your uncle! Not one of your buddies. I’m almost thirty years old for Chrissakes! How many thirty-year-olds do you know of who party with teenage boys? It’s creepy.”

Bryce crossed his arms. “Dude. C’mon, dude! This is Austin. Your Austin! Besides, he’s an adult now. He’s fucking eighteen years old!”

“He’s not ‘my Austin’,” Fletcher stated. “I don’t own him. He’s just a kid.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Bryce huffed. “How much longer are you gonna pretend you don’t know what’s goin’ on here? Tell me!”

Fletcher blinked. “There’s nothing going on, Bryce. That’s the point. Austin is just a kid. A stupid teenage boy. That’s all.”

Bryce made an inarticulate sound in the back of his throat and cradled his head in his hands. Through clenched teeth, he muttered to himself, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ! Why is he so fuckin’ dense?” Then, looking back up at Fletcher through his fingers, he demanded, “Dude, when the fuck are you gonna wake up and admit yer bi and hot for Austin?! He’s done everything but bend over, pull down his panties and beg you to pound his pussy!”

Fletcher’s mouth fell open. He gaped at Bryce for a long time before recovering enough to stammer, “I-I-I’m not bi. I’m not attracted to men.”

“Oh, yeah?” Bryce challenged. “Then what about Malachi?”

It seemed like the earth moved beneath his feet at the sound of that name and Fletcher had to grab the door frame to steady himself. Staring down at Bryce with a haunted expression, he said, “How do you know about him? Who told you about Malachi?”

Bryce was looking very pleased with himself for shaking his uncle’s confidence. “I was there, dude. Did you forget? I saw the whole thing.”

***

Chapter 4

Twelve years prior…

Fletcher watched the rich kids riding their jet skis across the lake with envy. He kept getting distracted from his farm chores and wandering down to the shore to gaze wistfully at the boys zipping back and forth over the crystalline water. It was summer and hot and the last thing he wanted was to help his older brother and father haul fertilizer out into the fields. 

“Fletch. Yo, Fletch!” his brother, John, called from near the pole barn. “Get yer ass over here! We need yer help.”

Fletcher pretended not to hear and continued to stare out at the water. At that moment, one of the skiers veered close to the shore where Fletcher was standing, sending up a wide arc of water. It rose high into the air before landing with a dramatic splash, soaking Fletcher’s overalls.

The guy riding the jet ski stopped when he saw Fletcher, lifting his arm and waving. “Sorry!” he yelled. When Fletcher didn’t reply, he gunned the engine and jetted over to him. Bobbing in the water only a few feet away, he offered, “Wanna ride? C’mon!”

Fletcher needed no further encouragement and, ignoring his brother’s angry yelling, kicked his boots off and leaped into the water, wading over to the waiting jet ski. The guy laughed and stood up on the ski, motioning for Fletcher to climb up behind him.

Fletcher’s mouth fell open when he realized then that the guy was a total jock, most likely a college student. He was of medium height and stocky with really dark brown skin and black hair. His face was broad and handsome; there was a mischievous glint in his amber-colored eyes that made Fletcher’s pulse race. He wore a baggy pair of blue shorts and a backwards baseball cap on his head. His body was covered in dense black hair that reached up to his neck, growing into a full beard. He was muscular, too. Very muscular.

Fletcher hesitated, intimidated; he was barely seventeen. To him, the guy might as well have been an old man. College dudes didn’t hang out with teenagers!

The jock’s warm eyes glowed and his lips quirked. “Well, get on! You wanna ride, dontcha?” He held out his hand, wiggling his fingers.

Fletcher waffled but then found himself reaching out. The hand was firm and covered in calluses, just like his own. The jock smiled again and guided Fletcher onto the seat behind him. Fletcher swung his leg over the saddle, settling in.

“I’m Malachi, by the way,” the jock offered. “Hang on.” When Fletcher started to grab the handles under the seat, Malachi corrected him, “Not there.” He patted his tummy, “Here.”

Malachi reached back and took Fletcher’s hands, putting them around his taut waist and making sure he was holding on tightly. Fletcher’s fingers felt fur and washboard abs. He clenched and Malachi laughed.

“Well, what’s yer name, Farm Boy?” his new friend prompted when Fletcher remained silent.

“Fl-Fl-Fletcher.”

“Well, Fl-Fl-Fletcher,” Malachi continued, chuckling, “have you ever ridden a jet ski before?”

“N-N-N-No.”

“Good. Then I’ll teach you. Now, hold on tight.” With that he took off, tearing across the lake to join his friends.

***

Malachi was vacationing on the lake with his hockey buddies. They’d rented one of the big cabins for the week and were intent on partying hard and making as much noise as possible. After zigzagging around the lake, the crew pulled up on the shores of a small island. It was sequestered within a narrow bay on the side of the lake owned by Fletcher’s family. Because of this, it was undeveloped and private, the perfect place for a bunch of guys to smoke pot and drink beer.

“Here.”

Fletcher looked askance at the open beer can in Malachi’s hand as he waded off the jet ski onto the island. “But I’m only seventeen!” he complained. “It’s not legal!”

The other guys laughed and Malachi pulled a face. “Oh, fuck that! Here. Drink up! It’ll put hair on yer chest.”

Fletcher accepted the beer, reluctantly chugging it down as the jocks cheered him on. They didn’t let up until he’d downed three. Malachi stopped him when he reached for a fourth, though, laughing, “Easy, Fletch! Yer still a lightweight! That’s enough for now.” He sat down in the reeds and patted the spot beside him. Fletcher smiled slowly and joined him, looking shyly over at his new friend. He was already quite smitten with Malachi. No one had ever treated him like a grownup and an equal before. It felt amazing!

“Guys,” Malachi announced, “this is my man Fletcher. Make him feel part of the gang, Ok?”

One of the guys lit a small fire and produced a bunch of hotdogs. Another pulled out a cooler of beer and opened it for everyone. Someone else spread out a couple of blankets. Soon, everyone was munching happily on scorched hotdogs and sipping beer. Malachi fed Fletcher his hotdog, pulling it away when Fletcher tried to bite into it.

“Easy, boy,” he teased. “No teeth. Didn’t nobody never tell ya how to treat a weiner before?”

Everyone laughed loudly at this and Fletcher looked around, confused. What was so funny? How was he supposed to eat it if he didn’t use his teeth?

He was still pondering the meaning of the jest when Malachi produced a joint, lit it and stuck it in Fletcher’s mouth. Fletcher gagged. Malachi pounded him on the back, laughing his head off. “You’ve never toked, have you? Aw, buddy! I’m sorry! I thought you were more experienced. Here, just take a little puff and hold it.” Fletcher obeyed, this time finding it easier not to gag. “There. That’s it. See? You got this.” He let Fletcher take another puff before passing the joint to his bros.

It wasn’t long before everyone was both drunk and high. When one of the guys stood up and shucked his shorts, jumping naked into the lake, Fletcher was scandalized. Soon, they had all followed suit and he was the only one with any clothes on.

“Yer overalls, Fletch,” Malachi commanded, bobbing naked in the water nearby. “Off. Now.”

Fletcher swallowed nervously. He’d never been naked in public before. He always kept his boxers on, even when he was changing for football practice in the locker room.

“Fletch, juss do it. Don’t be a pussy. We’re all men here.”

He swallowed again and then very gingerly released the buttons on his overall straps. The denim slowly drifted down his creamy torso, halting on the rise of his buttocks. Looking back at Malachi shyly, he turned around and pulled them off.

“Turn around, Fletch!” Malachi ordered. “You’re a man now. Act like one.” His friends echoed this sentiment, chanting louder and louder until Fletcher, cheeks burning with shame, slowly began turning around. Malachi huffed, “C’mon! Don’t worry! We know yer still a kid and yer balls ain’t dropped y–”

At that moment, Fletcher completed his turn and was facing the group, completely naked.

Dead silence.

When he looked up from studying his feet, Fletcher saw that their jaws had all dropped. Every single one of them was staring at one particular location on his body and that location was several inches below his navel. 

Finally, Malachi shook himself and announced proudly, “Take a look at that, gentlemen! That’s what a real man looks like.” He lifted his hands out of the water and started clapping. Soon, everyone else was doing the same and Fletcher wanted to die of embarrassment. At last, Malachi took pity on him, yelling, “C’mon in here, Big Guy. Yer puttin’ the rest of us to shame!”

Fletch blushed, not sure what he meant by that, but he took heart from the way Malachi was looking at him. He didn’t know why exactly but he could tell that Malachi was very pleased.

***

He spent the whole day into the evening with Malachi and the gang, only slinking back to the farm after dark. He was certain that he could climb into his bedroom window and escape detection but John was waiting for him when he crept across the driveway. Usually, he would’ve gone back to his own place by now but he must have been lying in wait for Fletcher. One moment Fletcher was sneaking across the gravel and the next he was being thrown bodily against the wall of the pole barn. He cried out, crumpling into a little ball, as John loomed over him.

“WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!” he yelled. “YOU WERE GONE ALL FUCKIN’ DAY!”

Fletcher was vaguely aware that John’s truck was parked nearby and his nephew, Bryce, was sitting inside, looking out the window from his car seat. The little boy started crying when he saw his father hurl his beloved uncle against the wall.

John kicked him in the stomach savagely, making Fletcher whine and Bryce scream. John leered over him, brandishing his fists. “You selfish little fuck!” he hissed. “Don’t you fuckin’ realize that Dad is dying?! He can’t fuckin’ do anything no more without our help. AND YOU WENT OFF AND FUCKIN’ LEFT HIM ALL DAY!”

Fletcher cringed when John lashed out, preparing to receive a punch in the gut but the punch never landed. He heard John’s cry of surprise and looked up to find Malachi standing between him and his brother; he was holding John’s fist in his hand. As Fletcher stared, Malachi squeezed. Now it was John’s turn to whimper.

Speaking very calmly and reasonably, Malachi said, “If you ever touch him again, I’m coming for you and next time I’ll break both of your legs. Do you understand me?” He was shorter than John but made up for it with all of his bulging muscles and confident demeanor. He clenched his jaw and stared John straight in the eye. There was a tense moment when John seemed like he was going to fight back but then his shoulders sagged and he lowered his head. Malachi smiled. “There’s a good man. Easy now. How ‘bout you get back in your truck and drive home now. Your son over there needs his father to have two working legs.”

***

Malachi was waiting for him on his jet ski the next morning. Fletcher did his chores quickly and changed into a pair of swim trunks before running down to meet him. When he got to the shore, though, he stopped short. Malachi had completely changed!

Gone was his thick beard and baseball cap. He was sporting aviator sunglasses and a stylish haircut that accentuated the squareness of his jaw. His formerly copious body hair had disappeared and his chest and legs were shaved smooth, bringing out the dark luster of his skin. Perhaps the most startling change, though, were the tiny, pink bikini bottoms he wore. It was the skimpiest thing Fletcher had ever seen a man wear and bore more than a little resemblance to a woman’s bikini. In fact, they even laced up the sides just like a chick’s panties.

Fletcher froze and Malachi laughed. “C’mon, bro! Don’t tell me you never seen a guy in a Speedo before. Are you envious? Here,” he started untying the laces, adding, “we’ll trade and you can wear it. I’ll bet you look super hot in pink!”

“What!? No!” Fletcher held up his hands, backing away. Was Malachi really going to strip naked here in public? Even though he was quite decently dressed in his baggy trunks, his cheeks flamed in embarrassment for Malachi.

Malachi barked with laughter, getting ready to let the tiny suit flutter off of him. At the last second, though, he retied it. “Oh, fuck, dude!” he panted, out of breath from laughing so hard. “The look on yer face! Oh, shit, that was fuckin’ priceless!” He pounded the handlebars of the jet ski with his hands, clearly enjoying Fletcher’s flummoxed reaction.

Fletcher thought about asking him why he was wearing such a girly garment but was ultimately too tongue-tied. When Malachi extended his hand, inviting him to climb up behind him, he only hesitated a moment before wading out and climbing on. Like the day before, Malachi placed Fletcher’s hands around his waist. Unlike the day before, though, his fingers touched only smooth, hairless skin. 

Malachi sighed at the touch, leaning back against him. His butt was lodged between Fletcher’s thighs and Fletcher realized for the first time what an incredibly large ass the jock possessed. Everything about Malachi was surprising today!

They raced across the lake a few times before Malachi traded places with Fletcher and let him drive the ski. Grabbing him around the waist, he squeezed, pulling himself in tight behind and resting his chin on Fletcher’s shoulder. Fletcher’s head was swimming. He’d never experienced anything like this before, not with a woman and certainly not with a man. He marveled at how different Malachi was today compared to the day before. He was almost like a different person.

Fletcher was so disoriented by Malachi’s seductive behavior and radically different appearance that it took him a while to realize that they were all alone. Where were Malachi’s friends? When he asked him, Malachi shrugged his spectacularly muscular shoulders. “They went into town. It’s just you and me today, Fletch. Ain’t it great?”

Eventually, Malachi had him steer the jet ski back to the dock in front of the rental cottage…which was so big that it was almost a joke referring to it as a cottage. A timber-framed cabin, it boasted vaulted ceilings and more than a dozen bedrooms. The wide lawn leading down to the lake was flanked by tall cedars to provide optimum privacy. Climbing off the jet ski, Fletcher’s mouth fell open as he gazed at the place. He’d never seen anything so luxurious!

“Pretty nice, huh?” Malachi placed his arm over Fletcher’s shoulders and guided him inside. “It cost a fortune to rent but it’s fuckin’ worth every penny. Here, can I get ya a beer? I’m jonesing.”

They padded into the cabin, traversing the immense living room and entering the gleaming kitchen. The place was pretty trashed but it was impressive nonetheless. Malachi grabbed two beers out of the fridge and leaned against the counter next to Fletcher. The heat emanating from his mostly naked body was palpable.

Fletcher cleared his throat, feeling really nervous for some reason. “Uh, I-I-I wanted to thank you for last night,” he stammered, not daring to look Malachi in the face. “John…gets angry a lot but he’s never hit me before. If he’d–”

“Don’t mention it, Fletch.” Malachi’s arm was back around his shoulder, pulling him in close. He traced his finger gently across the angry bruise on Fletcher’s abdomen where John had kicked him. “I’m sorry to hear that yer dad’s sick. That must be rough.”

Fletcher nodded, lowering his head and squeezing his eyes shut. He wanted to tell Malachi that it wasn’t just his dad; his mom wasn’t doing very well, either…but he couldn’t do it. The last thing he wanted to think about today was the future. He just wanted to be with Malachi.

Malachi watched him with unconcealed fondness, finally standing on his tiptoes and whispering in Fletcher’s ear, “You’re special. Anyone can see that. Yer big brother’s a total asshole for treating you like that.” His breath was warm against Fletcher’s skin and smelled of beer and pot. For some reason, this thrilled Fletcher.

Malachi guided him back out outside and they sat down on the dock, sipping beer and looking out at the lake. Malachi’s smooth thigh was pressing against Fletcher’s and his arm was around his neck. After a while, Malachi produced an iPhone and held it up, saying, “Let’s get a selfie, Ok? I wanna remember this moment.”

“A selfie?” Fletcher couldn’t stop staring at the gleaming smartphone. It was the coolest thing he’d ever seen.

Malachi shook his head, chuckling. “Man, what are you Amish or sumthin’? Haven’t you never seen an iPhone before? And don’t ya know what a selfie is?”

Fletcher looked away, ashamed. “My parents won’t let me have a phone. We don’t own a computer, neither. They say it’s too expensive.”

“Really? That’s too bad.” Malachi held the phone out to Fletcher. “Here. I’ll show you how it works. Press there,” he indicated a little icon that looked like a camera, “and then reverse the lens so it’s looking at you.” Fletcher saw his wide-eyed face appear on the screen next to Malachi’s. “Now hold it up and press here when I tell you.”

Fletcher did as he was told, positioning the phone above their heads and pointing it down until their faces were in the frame. Malachi moved in close so that his cheek was pressed into Fletcher’s. He grinned and Fletcher did the same. He was about to press the button when Malachi turned and kissed him on the lips. Fletcher’s finger jerked and the phone made the sound of a shutter snapping. Malachi burst out laughing and grabbed the phone away, bringing up the pictorial evidence of Fletcher’s first stolen kiss. The expression on his face was pure shock. He looked like a total dork!

Malachi giggled like a little kid as he studied the photo. He kept zooming in on Fletcher’s startled face, a big grin on his face. “This is great,” he kept saying. “So great.” Fletcher didn’t know how he felt. The memory of Malachi’s lips was doing strange things to his brain…and his groin. He felt lightheaded and his heart was racing, almost like he was going to pass out. His shorts were getting tight. Really tight.

He was sitting there, trying to catch his breath when Malachi asked, “So, Fletch, you into girls or guys or both?” Fletcher gave a start at the question. When he didn’t reply right away, Malachi continued, “Don’t tell me a horse-hung stud like you hasn’t had sex yet?!”

Fletcher looked down, abashed. He closed his eyes, hating the fact that he was almost eighteen and still a virgin.

Malachi’s hand dropped down onto his chest and gently squeezed his nipple before twisting it. Fletcher gasped. It felt so good! “You wanna, ya know, have a little fun? I shaved my pussy just for you. Wanna feel?”

“Y-Y-Your what???” Fletcher stared at the jock, eyes wide.

“My pussy, you dope!” Malachi said, laughing. “Didn’t ya know guys have pussies, too?”

Fletcher shook his head, mind reeling. He’d never heard of such a thing before! Did that mean he had a pussy, too? He reached up and massaged his forehead. What the fuck was happening to him? Why didn’t he just leave? He should leave…shouldn’t he?

While he sat there in utter confusion, Malachi reached over and took his hand, guiding it over to his butt. His fingers pushed effortlessly beneath the stretchy fabric of his pink bikini. He let Fletcher caress his silken-smooth ass cheeks, lingering there for a long time. Fletcher clenched his hand at first but then slowly relaxed, his fingers traveling over those amazingly plump mounds. So soft! So big! He couldn’t believe he was touching another guy’s ass! And it felt so good.

Malachi gently urged his hand downward until Fletcher’s fingers entered the cleft of his ass. After a second, he braced and moaned, looking over at Fletcher with half-closed eyes. “Go on, dude. My pussy’s all yers. Touch it.”

Fletcher’s vision was swimming as his index finger touched the jock’s deeply buried butthole. The skin was puckered and moist and so delicate! He sighed in complete disbelief. His finger was touching another guy’s ass! His finger was in a guy’s butthole!

Malachi arched his back and pushed back. Fletcher gasped as his hole unpuckered, inviting his finger inside. That tiny sphincter tightened, trapping him there, and Malachi let out the most adorable little whimper.

“Fuck, bro! Aw, fuck! My pussy’s wet for you! My pussy wants you so bad!”

He turned and, locking eyes with Fletcher, opened his mouth and kissed him. He pushed Fletcher onto his back and pinned him beneath him, kissing him deeply. Fletcher’s finger was still in his butthole and he soon realized that if he wiggled it and pushed it in deeper, it made Malachi go completely crazy.

“Jesus! Ah, fuck! Oh, Fletcher! Fletcher!” he cried, writhing on top of him. “I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me. Will you fuck me?”

Not waiting for him to reply, he sat up and immediately began working Fletcher’s shorts downward. When his fully-erect cock flopped free, landing with a loud slap on his belly, Malachi stared down at it with breathless reverence. His mouth was stuck in the shape of an O. And then he was untying the laces of his swimsuit and letting it fall away. Soon, his shaved cock and balls were exposed for Fletcher to see. Malachi looked down at himself apologetically and shrugged, “It’s the curse of the men in my family. The only way I’ll ever get a chick pregnant is through IVF. There’s no way this tiny pecker’ll ever penetrate a pussy!”

“IVF?” Fletcher gasped. (Malachi was undulating his hips, working Fletcher’s erection into the cleft of his voluptuous ass.)

Malachi grinned. “In Vitro Fertilization, you dummy. Now fuck me.” He reached over and produced a bottle of lube from somewhere nearby and squirted it into his hands. Fletcher arched his back, moaning, when Malachi slathered it all over his cock and then massaged it around his hole.

“Keep your eyes on mine,” Malachi instructed. “And follow my lead. I know this is yer first time but yer fucking the best hockey bottom ever.” He sat up and grabbed Fletcher’s organ, slicking back his foreskin and positioning it expertly over his hole.

He pushed down.

“OH, FUCK!” Fletcher yelled, feeling the jock’s butthole open and engulf him, eventually swallowing his cockhead. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!”

He had no idea what to expect since he’d never fucked anyone before. He’d imagined that a girl’s pussy would be wet and tight but the thought of what a man’s asshole would feel like had never entered his mind. When Malachi opened up and welcomed him inside, his hot, tight chute swallowing him and his sphincter gripping him, he nearly came right then and there. It was delirious! It was pure heaven! It was like nothing else he’d ever experienced. Who knew that fucking a guy up the butt could be this fun?

“Tole ya I’m the best!” Malachi crowed, throwing his head back and slowly but surely pushing Fletcher in deeper. While Malachi was experienced, even he had never taken a cock as girthy as Fletcher’s and it took him a while to loosen up. Finally, though, he succeeded in burying that long, fat ‘sword’ up to the hilt inside him.

He rode Fletcher like a stallion…which was appropriate because Fletcher was hung like a one. They cavorted on the dock, completely unconcerned if people on the water witnessed the profane spectacle. Finally, Fletcher couldn’t stand it any longer and exploded inside Malachi.

His cum rocketed out, filling Malachi to overflowing, and soon his milky white jizz was leaking out of the jock’s hole and trickling down onto his thighs. Malachi was rubbing his crotch with the palm of his hand, rocking up and down on Fletcher’s still-hard monster. Acting on sudden inspiration, Fletcher moved Malachi’s hand away and, licking his finger, tickled the jock’s buried cockhead. Malachi let out an ecstatic howl and squirted cum, spraying the surprised Fletcher over the chest and face.

When they were both spent, Malachi collapsed on top of Fletcher, his smooth and bulky body drenched in sweat. Fletcher was sweaty, too, and couldn’t catch his breath. His mind was reeling with the knowledge of what he’d just done. Now that it was over, he felt kind of dirty, like he’d done something wrong. Were guys supposed to do this? He’d always thought it was a sin. And now he’d gone and done it. And he liked it, too. Did this mean he was a fag?

Malachi knew just what to do. He searched for Fletcher’s lips and kissed him, rubbing his big, hard/soft/smooth body over him. In between kisses, he lavished him with praise. “Yer my big man, Fletcher. My big, sexy man.” “Nobody’s ever made me feel like that before.” “I can’t get enough of you.” “I knew you were special as soon as I saw you.” “You’re everything I could ever want in a man.” And so on.

This had the desired effect and Fletcher began to feel the swell of pride in his heart. Holding Malachi made him feel strong and confident. He’d just lost his virginity! He wasn’t a virgin anymore! He was so happy!

***

They had the whole afternoon to themselves. Malachi wouldn’t let Fletcher get dressed and made him pose naked while he recorded him with his iPhone. “C’mon, Fletch! Show me what you got! Lemme see that huge cock of yers!” Lying naked beneath him on the lawn, Fletcher grinned and stretched, his thick, fat schlong reaching well past his navel even when he was flaccid. His cock, he learned that day, was truly exceptional. Malachi told him that it was the biggest he’d ever seen.

“And yer balls!” the jock gushed. “Fuck! They’re bigger than a pair of oranges! How the fuck did you ever grow so big? I know you Midwestern boys are corn-fed but this is ridiculous!”

He sat down next to Fletcher and cupped his balls in his hands, rolling them around. “Truly amazing,” he pronounced. “I always feel inadequate anyway but you’re making me feel completely worthless. I mean, look at me! I might as well have bottom surgery and get myself a real cunt.”

“I think you’re perfect the way you are,” Fletcher said and meant it. “You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.” He was completely besotted with Malachi. He loved everything about him, especially his big butt and tiny prick.

They rolled around on the grass and fucked and then rolled around and fucked some more. Malachi kept recording Fletcher and taking pictures. “For posterity,” he said. “I never wanna forget you.” He even set the iPhone up next to them while they were making love and recorded the whole thing. “To keep me warm on those cold winter nights,” he revealed, grinning.

He had a thing for Fletcher’s nipples and liked to pull, pinch, bite and suck on them. He’d do it for what felt like hours at a time, nibbling and teasing him until Fletcher was worked up into a frenzy. Fletcher reciprocated, guessing that Malachi liked nipple play as well. Judging from the large size of them, this was true. Fletcher hadn’t noticed the day before but now that Malachi’s chest was smooth, he saw that the dude had truly big tits.

“Look,” Malachi said after a particularly intense bout of nipple torture. “You’ve got proper tits now.”

Fletcher looked down and gasped, not recognizing himself down there. “Fuck!” he exclaimed. “What did you do?”

Malachi smirked. “I improved you. Your tits were too small. Now you’re like me.”

“I’m even bigger than you!” Fletcher complained. “I look ridiculous!”

“Chill out, bro,” Malachi soothed. “They’ll shrink back in a couple days. Don’t worry.”

“I hope you’re right!” 

Malachi grinned. “I’m always right. Don’t you know that yet?” He looked back at his phone, holding it out for Fletcher to see. “Look at yourself, Fletcher. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”

Fletcher stared at the screen. He was naked and lying on his back, his red hair askew and his giant cock hanging listlessly off to the side below his fire-engine-red pubes. His shoulders were wide but his chest was narrow. His legs were sort of thin and spindly. He’d grown about five inches over the past year and his body had yet to catch up.

He wrinkled his nose, trying to hand the phone back to Malachi. Malachi, however, would have none of it. “You need to see yourself like I do, Fletch. I’ve always had a thing for redheads but you’re on a different level. Mark my words, you’re gonna grow into a big, strong, stud of a man who will put everyone around him to shame. You’re not only handsome and intelligent, you have a huge heart.” As he was speaking, Malachi’s eyes were misting over. He had to stop for a minute before continuing, “I wish I had the balls to stay with you. I know you would take good care of me and I would be happy.”

***

Malachi dropped Fletcher off that evening at the water’s edge just down the hill from the farm. This time, John was nowhere to be seen.

Malachi was quiet and seemed sad. When Fletcher asked him why, he said, “Because I’m leaving tomorrow. I’m gonna miss the shit out of you.” He wrapped his arms around Fletcher’s waist and buried his face in his shoulder, sobbing openly. Fletcher was so stunned by this announcement–he thought Malachi would stay with him the rest of the summer!–that all he could do was stand there woodenly. When Malachi lifted his face and kissed him, they were both crying.

“Fuck, bro, this is so hard,” Malachi was saying, clinging to Fletcher. “I’ve never wanted anyone this bad.”

Fletcher was bawling, hot tears running down his cheeks. Then his mouth was devouring Malachi’s, trying to get as much of him as possible. Malachi reciprocated, tongue burying itself deep in Fletcher’s throat.

After they’d been going at it for a long time, a little voice called out behind them, “Uncle Fletcher, is this your boyfriend?”

They froze and turned around to see Bryce standing there, watching them with fascination. Fletcher wiped his eyes and tried to sound upbeat. “Yeah, Bryce. This is Malachi. He and I are…well, yeah, we’re boyfriends.” It felt weird, good and heartbreaking to say it.

Malachi smiled kindly at Bryce, reaching out to muss his black hair. “Hey, there, Bryce. I remember you from last night.”

Bryce nodded solemnly. “You told my daddy to stop hitting Fletcher.”

“That’s right,” Malachi said, laughing. “And don’t you ever let him hurt your uncle like that again. If he does, let me know and I’ll kick his ass.”

Bryce started to nod but then stopped, staring fixedly at Fletcher’s chest. “Uncle Fletcher,” he asked with wide-eyes. “What happened to yer nippies? Why are they so big?”

Fletcher gave Malachi a dirty look, reaching up to cover his tits. “Don’t worry about it, Bryce. How about if we go now? Your dad’s probably looking for you. It’s time for you to go back home.”

***

Fletcher’s nipples never did shrink back down to normal size again. He had the biggest pair of tits for the rest of his life. Sometimes they sagged like deflated balloons and sometimes they stuck out like bullets. It was embarrassing and it earned him the nickname, ‘Nipples,’ that fall when he undressed for the first time in the locker room. Even though he hated them, he also kind of liked them because they reminded him of Malachi. He never saw the guy again despite Malachi’s promise that he would return the next summer. Every June when the first jet skiers appeared on the lake, though, Fletcher would remember him and wonder where Malachi was now.

***

Chapter 5

Back in the present day…

Fletcher avoided Austin. He knew it was cruel but he didn’t know what else to do. Maybe it was the ghost of Malachi still haunting him? Malachi had been the only man he’d ever been with and the experience had left him broken. Was this because Malachi had been his first sexual experience, one that had awakened him to a completely new world, only to have that world disappear the same day? Probably. This knowledge didn’t help, though. Women were easier for him, more conventional. He didn’t have to worry about losing his heart in quite the same way. He’d had plenty of women over the years and had thoroughly enjoyed the experiences. But he’d never really fallen in love. Not like he did with Malachi.

And now here was Austin. Austin was both different and similar to Malachi. If anything, Austin was even more special. There was something about him that opened Fletcher in ways that felt dangerous and alluring at the same time. And Austin was so young. He was like Fletcher had been when he met Malachi: Virginal, naive, vulnerable. Fletcher didn’t want to put the boy through the same thing. No, that would be cruel, more cruel than avoiding him. Fletcher was an old man compared to Austin, a dozen years older. There was no way he could date a high school student, even if he was legally an adult. It was creepy!

So, he kept his head down, working on the farm and doing his coursework. Bryce gave him the cold shoulder but he could live with that. Mercedes and Prospero grew chilly toward him, too. He knew they both adored Austin and they, more than Fletcher, had to put up with the collateral damage of Austin’s heartbreak. He felt bad for the kid. Yeah, Austin was a wreck but he’d get over it. He was a good kid. He was handsome, articulate, curious and creative. He’d have no trouble finding another young man closer to his own age who appreciated him.

And so September turned into October. Near the end of the month, the weather finally grew chilly, perfect for running. Fletcher and Blue had a special loop that only they knew about. There was a hidden trail that led off the farm and onto the adjacent State land. They would run this way in the evening. Fletcher loved the way the late fall sunlight set the oak trees ablaze with its crimson light. One such evening, they had just crested a hill and were running along the edge of a small lake when Fletcher heard a splash followed by a soft call.

He stopped, panting, and looked around. Blue stared at him and then lifted his muzzle and sniffed the air. His ears lifted and he wagged his tail, running toward the lake. Fletcher followed after him, drawing to a halt when he realized there was someone in the water. He could see only the person’s head, a dark-haired boy from the look of him. The kid’s lips were blue.

“Austin? Is that you?”

Austin smiled weakly. “Y-Y-Y-Yes, Mr. Cummins. It’s me.”

Fletcher sighed. “For Chrissakes, would you stop calling me that? What are you doing in there? It’s freezing cold!” As he said this, his breath hung like an icy mist in the dense air before him. It couldn’t have been more than forty degrees out!

Austin closed his eyes. “I-I-I-I’m sorry,” he stammered, teeth chattering. “I d-d-d-don’t have any clothes and the water is w-w-w-warmer than the air. It was the only thing I-I-I-I could think of to stay warm. But it’s not. W-w-w-warm, that is.”

“Where are your clothes? Did you come out here naked?” Fletcher demanded. “What’s really going on, Austin?”

Austin sounded pitiful. “Th-Th-The football guys d-d-d-did this to me. W-W-W-We were out here and took a d-d-dip in the lake. They stole m-m-m-my clothes, though, and l-l-l-left me here.”

Fletcher exhaled in annoyance. That made sense. He remembered back to his days on the football team and knew that teenage boys never got tired of pulling pranks on each other. “Austin,” he said levelly, “come out of there. Let’s get you home. Yer gonna freeze yer nuts off.” He pulled his tech shirt over his head and offered to him, saying, “Here, you can wear this.” Without thinking, he pulled off his tights and offered them to the boy as well. “And these, too. I’m warm enough from running. I’ll be fine.”

When Austin wavered, Fletcher realized he was shy about being naked so he turned his back. After a moment, he heard splashing and then a hand took the sweaty clothing from him. He could hear Austin pulling them on and soon the boy called out, “It’s Ok. You can turn around now.”

Only then did Fletcher realize that, while Austin might now be fully clothed, he, on the other hand, was completely naked…save for his trusty jockstrap and running shoes. He flushed, keenly aware of Austin’s eyes traveling the length of his body. Those clear blue eyes halted when they reached two particular spots: Fletcher’s nipples and his crotch. He cleared his throat, resisting the urge to cover up both areas with his hands. “C’mon,” he said gruffly. “Let’s get going.”

Going was slow and Austin was in bad shape. He could barely stumble along and kept asking Fletcher if they could stop so he could rest. “I’m so t-t-tired,” he would say. “I-I-I just want to sleep f-f-f-for a bit.”

Fletcher refused. “No! You have hypothermia! If you go to sleep, you’ll never wake up again!”

Finally, he bent down in front of the boy and ordered, “Get on my back. I’ll carry you.”

Austin resisted at first but then obliged, allowing Fletcher to hoist him up. Soon, Fletcher was staggering along with the two-hundred-pound boy on his back. Austin was a big guy!

He made Austin keep talking the whole way back to the cabin. Several times the boy started to nod off and Fletcher had to bounce him up and down to keep him awake. It probably helped that he himself was really hot from his run and from hauling a heavy kid on his back. His body radiated the heat that Austin so desperately needed. At last, they made it to the cabin and Fletcher helped Austin to stand, making him lean against the wall of the bathroom while he filled the bathtub with steaming hot water. 

“Get in and stay there,” he commanded, placing his hand on the boy’s shoulder and squeezing. “I’ll heat up some tea and make you dinner. You can eat in here. I don’t want you to get out until you’re warm.”

Austin nodded and, waiting until Fletcher had closed the door behind him, obediently pulled off his borrowed clothing. Fletcher looked down at himself in surprise then, realizing that he was sporting an erection in the pouch of his jockstrap. What the fuck is wrong with me? he thought. There’s nothing sexy about this! He could’ve died! He flushed, going into his bedroom and donning an appropriately baggy pair of sweatpants.

He lit a fire in the fireplace and cranked up the furnace, getting the cabin toasty warm. Then he set about taking care of Austin, refusing to let him out of the bathtub until his forehead was no longer cold and clammy. Only when the boy’s cheeks had regained their customary rosy glow did he let him out. “You can sleep in my bed tonight,” he said over his shoulder, giving the boy privacy to pull on a borrowed pair of pajamas. “I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

He and Blue made a little nest on the couch and were preparing to lie down when Austin appeared in the doorway to the bedroom. “I’m still cold!” he wailed, looking forlorn. “Can you sleep with me tonight?”

Fletcher debated what to do. Part of him wanted nothing more than to join the boy in bed but another, more mature part resisted. When Austin’s lower lip poked out and he fixed him with those big, baleful, blue eyes, though, his resistance melted. Sighing, he pushed himself off the sofa and padded over to join the boy in bed.

***

Austin curled up against him as soon as he climbed into the bed. His body felt quite warm…and soft…and firm…and inviting in ways that stirred Fletcher. The boy smelled good, too. He had an earthy smell like the land after a spring rain. And his hair smelled damp and musky. Austin pulled Fletcher’s arms around him and scooched up closer, wiggling his surprisingly wide and hefty bottom against Fletcher’s groin.

“Careful,” Fletcher warned. “You’ll wake the beast.”

Austin giggled, wiggling even more.

It all happened so quickly that Fletcher was powerless to stop it. One moment, he was wearing his boxers and the next he was naked and so was Austin. And then the boy’s lips were on his and they were kissing ardently, their hands grabbing and pulling and yanking as if they would die if even a millimeter of distance separated them.

Fletcher hadn’t felt a body like Austin’s since he’d fucked Malachi all those years ago. In many ways, though, Austin was even beefier and…smoother?

“Wait. Did you shave yourself?”

Austin grinned. “Everywhere except my face.” He took hold of Fletcher’s hands as he said this and moved them down onto his buttocks. Fletcher moaned. The boy’s ass was so big and soft and full and incredibly smooth. “Feel my pussy,” Austin encouraged, giggling. “I shaved it for you.”

Fletcher did, cock standing instantly rigid between them when he caressed that delicate pucker. “Fuck. Oh, fuck!” was all he could say.

“I douched when I was in the bathroom,” Austin revealed, lowering his eyes behind his long lashes. “I’m all clean and ready for you.”

“What about me?” Fletcher asked, his voice barely more than a growl. When Austin blinked at this, he laughed. “You think you’re the only one with a pussy? I’ve never been fucked before, either. I’m a virgin like you.”

Austin looked away. “I don’t, uh, think that’s possible.”

“Why not?” Fletcher kissed him and nibbled his lip seductively. Austin had the most sensuous lips.

“The men in my family…” the boy began and then sighed. Taking Fletcher’s hand, he moved it down to his crotch. “See?”

Fletcher’s eyebrows went up. “It’s a penis. A very hard penis. Why wouldn’t that–?”

“It’s not even three inches long,” Austin muttered, ashamed. “I can’t–”

Fletcher stopped him with another kiss. Rolling over on top of his boy, he pinned him with his arms over his head and made love to his mouth. Austin responded with vigor and they kissed and kissed and kissed. Fletcher loved the smooth, soft, sensuous feeling of Austin’s shaved skin against his own very hairy body. Fuck, he even loved the roughness of the boy’s new beard on his face! 

“Are you sure about this?” he asked after a long time. He was red-faced and panting. Austin was in the same condition. “The last thing I want is to hurt you. I’m an old man compared to you. Are you sure you want me?”

Austin stared up at him with red-rimmed eyes. “I have been certain from the first time I saw you ten years ago,” he said earnestly. “I knew I wanted you and only you, Fletcher. I knew you were the one for me.”

Fletcher shook his head. “How can that be? You were just a boy! And you’re still just a boy!”

Austin shrugged. “I just knew. I knew I would do anything to get you. Nothing would stop me.”

Fletcher looked down at him, the gears in his mind whirring. Finally, he stated, “The football team didn’t really steal your clothes. You staged that on purpose. You planned it!”

“Guilty as charged.” Austing grinned at his own deviousness. “I just didn’t think I’d have to wait so long for you to run past. Why were you so late tonight? Every other night this week you’ve run by the lake at five thirty!”

Fletcher scowled. “That was a dangerous stunt, Austin! You could’ve died!”

“It was worth it. Now, are you gonna fuck my pussy or what?”

***

Fletcher took his time. Even though Austin was eager to be fucked, he knew that he would hurt the boy if penetrated him right away. Instead, he spent his time making love to every part of the boy’s body besides his asshole. He licked his way downward, caressing his neck with his tongue and then titillating his armpits. Austin’s scent drove him mad with lust. He couldn’t get enough of it!

He spent a long time on those pert, perky nipples. He nibbled and sucked and bit and pulled on them, making Austin writhe in ecstasy. And then he focused on his taut, perfect belly before traveling down to his penis. Contrary to what Austin might think, he had a perfect cock. Unlike Fletcher’s stinky monster, it was circumcised. The ridge of his glans was deep, just the right thing for teasing with his tongue. Tracing his way around the circumference of that little cock was a delight for him and Austin. (He was careful to stop before Austin shot his load, though. He wanted this to last.) And those balls! He could take both of them in his mouth at once and relished the smoothness of that nubile nutsac.

Time for the taint.

He forced Austin’s legs apart and buried his face in there, lapping up every bit of boy musk that he could find. There wasn’t much because Austin was so clean down there but he still found enough to whet his appetite for the grand prize: Austin’s tiny, tight butthole.

He lavished his attention on the little rosebud, thrilled by the forbidden tastes concealed within. He pushed Austin’s knees up and the boy thrust out his bottom, parting his huge ass cheeks and giving Fletcher easy access to that hole.

Only after he’d worked the boy into a frenzy did he grab the lube. Making sure his finger was covered with the goopy stuff, he gently pushed against the moist folds of Austin’s pucker. Austin sighed and relaxed, enveloping him. He thrust his finger inside then, penetrating far enough to score the boy’s prostate. Even though he hadn’t fucked a guy since Malachi, he knew from that experience how sensitive this part of the male anatomy is. Austin reacted just like Malachi had, immediately thrown into a violent fit of passion at the mere touch of Fletcher’s forefinger against that buried little knob.

He sat back on his haunches, massaging his erect cock. It felt so enormous compared to Austin’s tiny hole. Would he hurt him if I fucked him? Did Austin know how much it would hurt? He sighed, aroused and wary at the same time. Even women had difficulty the first time he fucked them.

Slow and deliberate, he worked Austin up to taking him inside. When he had finally loosened him up enough to thrust in the head of his cock, he paused. Austin’s face was suffused with pleasure, his mouth open and his breathing rapid. He was panting.

“C’mere.”

He lifted the boy gently onto his lap, encouraging him to wrap his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck. Austin stared down at him, eyes big and mouth smiling. 

“You’re in control. You push down. Go only as far as you want to. It will hurt. Maybe a lot.”

Austin nodded and settled his weight onto Fletcher cock. He yowled loudly when it forced itself through the tight ring of his sphincter. He paused, breathing hard and whimpering. After a while, though, Fletcher felt him relax and he slid in deeper. His cock was really wide and he could feel Austin’s muscles giving way. He worried that he was going to damage him but Austin was eager for more. He pushed down harder and Fletcher’s eyes rolled back as his cock slid in deeper. Half of his monster was inside the boy and Austin was quivering from head to toe.

“I-I-I-I think that’s all for now,” the boy stuttered. “It feels good but also h-h-h-hurts.”

Fletcher nodded. “Good man. You know your limits. We’ll have plenty of time for more later. Take your time.”

Austin smiled and then commenced rocking back and forth. Fletcher braced, moaning. It felt really good! Wrapping his legs more tightly around Fletcher’s waist, the boy continued rocking up and down. Fletcher moved his legs upward, thereby preventing his cock from going any deeper. He started thrusting in time with Austin’s rocking. 

God, it felt fucking amazing!

Austin’s mouth found his and they kissed, tongues intertwining even as their bodies did the same. Fletcher grabbed his boy’s soft buttocks and squeezed, completely delirious with delight. He couldn’t believe he had a lover so beautiful and voluptuous! Austin was everything he could ever want. Everything he’d ever wanted.

Through some skillful self-restraint, Fletcher managed to time his orgasm with Austin’s and he exploded inside the boy’s tight chute at the same time that Austin jerked himself off to an equally explosive orgasm. Soon, Fletcher’s belly was saturated with boy spunk.

Austin pushed him over onto his back and lay on top of him, feeling Fletcher’s cock spasm inside him. In no time, he was filled to overflowing with his potent seed. He was sweaty and disheveled and smelled really rank but his eyes were ablaze with happiness.

“I love you, Fletcher. I really, really love you.”

Fletcher was surprised at the tears filling his eyes. “And I love you. I think I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, too.” He paused, adding quickly, “When you were sixteen, not when you were eight, ‘cuz, ya know, that would be just gross. I’ll never forget how you showed up wearing that ridiculous Speedo.” His eyes narrowed when Austin gazed back innocently at him. “Wait. Don’t tell me you planned that, too?”

Austin didn’t answer. He didn’t need to; the sparkle in his eyes revealed everything.

***

Chapter 6

Fletcher didn’t know how it happened but somehow Austin talked him into going to his parent’s house for Thanksgiving. They’d only been together for a month and Austin’s parents were less than thrilled with their beloved son’s choice for a mate but Fletcher found he couldn’t say no. Austin wouldn’t take no for an answer anyway.

They divided the holiday between the farm and Austin’s family. The dinner at the farm was the much more enjoyable of the two events. Everyone was giddy with happiness for Austin and Fletcher. Bryce couldn’t stop grinning at them as they sat side by side at the head of the long table. They had to eat out in the polebarn because it was the only place big enough to hold everyone. All twenty interns were present as well as Mercedes and Prospero and a bunch of Bryce’s friends. Austin had prepared much of the food and put all of his creativity into the menu. The result was the most delicious Thanksgiving dinner of Fletcher’s life. Of course, any dinner that Austin made was delicious. Fletcher was still pinching himself at his good fortune. All of his previous qualms seemed silly now that they were finally a couple. He was chagrined to learn that their love had been plain to everyone but him since the beginning.

Afterwards, they walked, hand in hand, down the road to Austin’s family’s ‘cabin.’ It was the first time that Fletcher had been there and his skin prickled with premonition as they approached.

“Wait,” he began. Austin turned to look at him curiously. “I think I’ve been here before…”

“Oh? When?”

Fletcher’s cheeks colored and he was glad that it was dark so Austin couldn’t see his embarrassment. “Like a dozen years ago. When I was a teenager. I, uh, came here with a friend.”

Austin nodded. “That would’ve been before we moved here. My parents bought this place about ten years ago.”

“Huh.” Try as he might, though, Fletcher couldn’t shake the haunted feeling settling over him as they drew nearer the place. All he could think about was Malachi and that fateful day in June.

Austin’s parents met them at the door and awkwardness promptly ensued. Fletcher felt like a pervert who had corrupted their innocent boy and they didn’t really do anything to disabuse him of that notion. Austin’s dad kept eying him up and down with a wrinkle in his lip and his mother was aloof to say the least. Fletcher couldn’t blame them. He’d feel the same way if Bryce showed up at Thanksgiving on the arm of a thirty-year-old man.

Austin’s older sisters were considerably more welcoming and quickly whisked him away from their disapproving parents. Peppering him with questions, they plied him for details on their relationship (‘When did you meet?” “Where?” “Did Austin make the first move?” “We know that Austin made the first move because he’s like that.” “He’s been that way since he was a kid.” “Always gets whatever he wants.” “Isn’t that right?’) and Fletcher did his best not to dig himself into any holes. His policy was to keep his mouth shut and let Austin do the talking. It was usually better that way.

They moved into the palatial dining room where Fletcher was immediately accosted by three screaming boys. Ranging in age from three to eight years old, they were all dark-haired and dark-skinned. Very handsome little kids, too. Looking at them, he could tell they were related to Austin.

Squealing with delight, the boys knocked him off his feet and rolled all over him, giggling and squeaking. When he finally was allowed to get back on his feet (still cradling the littlest one in his arms), he asked, “And who are you?” He looked around at Austin and his sisters. None of them were old enough to have children this age.

“These are my nephews,” Austin said, kneeling down to hug the two older boys. “Their parents are my Uncle Kai and Aunt Lourdes.”

Fletcher looked over to the living room where a couple who appeared to be in their mid-thirties were seated. They stood up, coming over to greet him. The woman was quite beautiful with shoulder length black hair and stunning green eyes. The man oozed ‘ex-jock’ like it was a cologne and had probably been quite a stud in his younger days. Overweight and tired-looking, now he was clearly well past his prime. With a prominent gut and a brown beard that was already flecked with gray, he struck Fletcher as somewhat pensive. Lourdes’ handshake was warm and affectionate but Kai’s was stiff and reserved. He kept looking from Fletcher to Austin with an expression that could have curdled milk. Is he homophobic? Fletcher wondered. He doesn’t seem to like me very much.

What to say about the dinner? It was pretty much what Fletcher expected, filled with awkward silences, pained expressions and forced laughter. It made him wonder what he’d gotten himself into with Austin. If he and the boy stayed together for the rest of their lives as they planned, would his family ever warm to him? He wasn’t sure. At least the presence of Austin’s three, noisy nephews help liven the deadly atmosphere somewhat.

Being in the same place where he’d lost his virginity to Malachi didn’t help, either. He kept looking around and getting creeped out. The place really hadn’t changed all that much over the years. Oh, the Corrigan’s had added little touches here and there but it was basically the same: A huge, opulent mansion with austere lines and too much white paint.

After another excruciatingly long pause in the conversation, Fletcher finally asked, “What made you decide to buy this place? It used to be a rental, right? I remember it was one of the first houses on this side of the lake.”

Austin’s mother smiled. “My brother, Kai, used to vacation here in the summer with his friends.” She turned to Kai as if looking for agreement. “He raved about it so much that Charles and I finally came to see it for ourselves. We knew it was the perfect place to raise a family as soon as we walked inside. It’s just such a wonderful place!”

Austin chose that moment to completely ruin any nascent goodwill Fletcher might have earned by saying, “And I’m glad we moved here because of Fletcher!” Grinning, he looked around the table. “I spotted him across the lake the day we moved in and knew–”

Fletcher coughed and kicked him under the table but the damage was already done.

“But that was ten years ago, Austin!” his mother complained. “You would’ve only been eight years old!”

Fletcher wanted to wilt. He felt everyone’s eyes  turn on him and could read their thoughts: Our perfect little Austin has fallen prey to a pedophile! He would have crawled under the table if he could. As the leaden silence stretched, he was rescued by an unexpected source; Kai pushed his chair away from the table and got up stiffly. Walking to the sliding glass door at the front of the cabin, he grunted, “I’m going outside for some fresh air.”

Everyone watched him go in bewilderment; everyone, that is, except for Fletcher. As soon as the man turned his back to them, he recognized him. He’d never forget an ass like that! At that moment, all of the pieces of the puzzle came together and he felt like the earth was shifting beneath him. 

Lightheaded, he lurched to his feet and staggered after Kai, saying over his shoulder, “I think I’ll join him.” He turned before he stepped through the door, though, and fixed Austin in his sights, asking, “Austin, can you give us a few minutes?”

Not waiting for a reply, he ducked out the door. He wasn’t sure whether he felt better for leaving the uncomfortable dinner behind or worse because he knew what was coming.

***

“Malachi.”

Kai was standing on the dock, looking out at the darkened lake. The stars were coming out overhead and the November sky was a deep, crystalline blue. A gibbous moon was rising, silhouetting his rotund profile in stark relief. He turned to Fletcher as he neared. There were tears running down his face. Fletcher’s heart twisted in his chest. He wanted in the worst way to hug him but didn’t know how Malachi would respond if he did.

Kai smiled sadly. “I blew it, Fletcher. I fuckin’ blew it when I didn’t come back for you.” His voice broke off and he held his face in his hands, sobbing. “You were the best damned thing that ever happened to me and I let you go. I fuckin’ hate myself!”

Fletcher closed the gap between them, taking Malachi into his arms. He kissed him tenderly on the top of his balding head. “You have a lovely wife, Malachi. And three amazing little boys.” He laughed ruefully. “I’m just a poor country mouse. There’s nothing special about me.”

“You are special, Fletch. I saw that about you as soon as I met you.” His voice was muffled against Fletcher’s shoulder and his body was shaking. “Austin sees the same thing I do. Only he has the balls his uncle lacks. Even a fuckin’ eight-year-old could see what you are, Fletcher! There’s no one like you anywhere.”

What could he say to this? Even though he didn’t believe him, it would have come across as false modesty if he disavowed it. And so he hugged Malachi and let him cry. After a while, Malachi lifted his face and, standing on his tiptoes, kissed Fletcher on the lips. Fletcher responded, his own tears mixing with Malachi’s.

***

That night after they returned to their own much more modest cabin, Austin stripped down to the pink panties he wore whenever he and Fletcher were alone together. He loved to torment Fletcher with the way the sheer material hugged his voluptuous ass. He continued to shave his body hair, leaving his soft skin luscious and smooth. Fletcher’s attention was torn away from that smooth skin, though, when he noticed the panties his boy had on. The style was different. They were still pink but now they were tied with ribbons on the sides.

Fletcher knew this choice of underwear wasn’t accidental and it reminded him that he needed to ask Austin a question. It was a question that had been burning inside him ever since he realized who Kai really was. 

“You knew about me and Malachi, didn’t you?”

Austin didn’t flinch, didn’t look away. He merely looked back at Fletcher with those disconcertingly clear, innocent eyes. He nodded.

“How?”

Austin didn’t answer right away. Instead, he went into their bedroom and returned with his laptop. Sitting down cross-legged on the sofa, he patted the cushion beside him. Curious, Fletcher settled down next to him. Austin browsed through some folders, eventually locating a file. He clicked on it and a video started playing.

Fletcher’s eyes went wide when he saw his teenage self displayed on the screen. He was naked and down on his hands and knees. His face was freckled and his red hair was askew on head. His pale skin was sunburnt and his nose was peeling. Barely seventeen, his scrawny body was a pale shadow of his current glory, although he already possessed the strong bones of the man he would become. 

Malachi’s voice could be heard in the background, narrating as he panned the camera over Fletcher’s naked body.

‘Ma, Dad, I want ya to meet Fletcher. Fletcher here is the stud who just bred my hole. Say hi to my folks, Fletch!’ The boy Fletcher obliged, lifting his head and neighing like a stallion. Malachi chortled with laughter, filming the whole time. He moved slowly behind Fletcher and the adult Fletcher flushed when Malachi zoomed in on the hairy cleft of his ass. ‘Spread yer legs, Stud. Show ‘em what you got!’ Obediently, the boy Fletcher spread his legs, revealing a tender, little pucker lined with curly red hairs and the incredibly huge, hulking cock and balls dangling between his legs. His flaccid cock was as thick as a man’s arm and so long it dragged on the grass between his knobby knees. Malachi turned the camera back on himself and shivered with delight. ‘Wowie! I don’t think my poor hole’ll ever be the same after getting stretched out by that horse cock! I’m gaping!’

There was silence as Malachi’s camera lovingly filmed every nubile inch of Fletcher’s manhood, dwelling on every detail. It was nothing short of prurient and Fletcher’s entire face was on fire with embarrassment. He’d completely forgotten that Malachi had taken this video!

‘Look at him! Just look at him!’ Malachi cooed. ‘You wouldn’t believe how sore I am! Ooh, I’m leaking just thinking about it! You know what? I think I need another ride. My hole’s calling out for more! Giddy up, Fletch!’

At that point, Fletcher reached over and closed the lid on the laptop, demanding, “How old were you when you found that?”

Austin swallowed and looked chagrined. “Twelve.”

“Fuck.”

“I’d already set my sights on you, though,” Austin added hurriedly. “I’d already decided you were the one. This just…well, this just confirmed everything I’d hoped.” He stopped, cheeks coloring. “This video…kept me company and, um, made me feel better when I doubted myself. I…watched it a lot. I had a spontaneous orgasm the first time I saw it. I didn’t know what was happening when my little dick started squirting all kinds of gooey, white stuff. But I knew I liked it. And, more than that, I knew I liked you.”

“I’ll bet.” Fletcher sat there for a long time, thinking. Finally, he said, “Now I understand why you insisted on going to Thanksgiving dinner at your folks’ place. It wasn’t for you; it was for Malachi…and for me.”

Austin set the laptop aside and climbed onto his lap, settling his wide, soft bottom onto Fletcher’s sleeping cock. It didn’t stay sleeping for long, though. No, not for long. As the boy lowered his lips down to meet him, he whispered, “I think I’m finally ready to fuck you, Fletch. How about you? Are you ready?”

Fletcher smiled, losing himself in Austin’s tender gaze. Then he moved the boy off his lap and, getting down on the floor, stuck his butt in the air and pulled down his pants. Underneath, he was wearing only his trusty jockstrap. Looking back at Austin, he neighed like a stallion, pawing the ground with eager anticipation.

***