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Subject: {ASSM} ST: "Teacher - Part Forty-Two" (nc, mc, M/m)
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Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2007 03:10:05 -0500
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TEACHER - PART FORTY-TWO

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

	The quality, and cost, of homes gradually increased
as Matt Wilson approached the Rancho Santa Ana
neighbourhood of the city.  There was no traffic, the
sun having not yet risen, and would not for at least
another hour and a half.  Unbeknownst to him, as he
had roused himself out of bed that ungodly hour that
morning his son had just drifted off, snuggled in the
arms of a new ten-year-old friend and bedmate after a
wild night of sexual pleasure.  The other person he
loved more than anyone else in the world, his wife, he
had left behind still curled up sound asleep in their
bed.  He smiled as he thought of her.  She'd tried not
to show it, but he could tell yesterday that she'd
been excited about going to the philharmonic with
Darien Wilson today.  He couldn't blame her.  To be
honest, he was excited about spending the weekend with
Darien's twin brother Nat.
	He could not explain it, but ever since he had met
the boy three weeks ago up in the Sierra Madre he'd
been captivated by the young man.  A young man was the
only way to describe him despite the fact he was only
fifteen.  He was not a boy.  He exuded a maturity and
wisdom far beyond his years, beyond that of many grown
men Matt dealt with actually.  Of course that was not
a big surprise considering who his grandfather was. 
Matt had only met the man briefly that day in the
Sierras but it had confirmed his reputation as an
entrepreneur and go-getter, a man who knew what he
wanted and was confident he would get it.  Nat was the
same.  His interest in biology and the outdoors, on
the other hand, he evidently got from his father, a
renown wildlife photographer and naturalist.  The
influence of the two main adults in his life had
resulted in a most interesting and enterprising young
lad.
	The hour he'd spent with the boy in the mountains,
and the four visits he and his brother had made since
then had been thoroughly enjoyable.  That the boy was
interested in entomology and his line of work was only
part of it.  The boy had a quick mind and the zeal and
energy of youth that was a joy, and invigorating.  He
dealt with too many men who had lost that enthusiasm
of youth.  That was one thing that could not be said
about himself, nor his father nor grandfather.  His
youthful thinking and willingness to take risks were
what gave him the edge in his job, and why he enjoyed
associating with youth, taking on the position of
Scout leader in the Venturers Program among other
things.
	It was more than just Nat's interest in his line of
work and his intelligence and youthful zeal that
enamoured him.  The boy was polite and exhibited all
those attributes of decency that many decried as
lacking in teenagers today.  Of course with his
grandfather's reputation also as a philanthropist, it
was easy to see where Nat got his attitudes and
values.  It was still something even more than that
though.  There was just something about the boy,
something that he could not explain, that had him
thinking of the boy when he relaxed at home in the
evenings or while he was busy on the job, that had him
admiring him not as a parent might admire the
achievements of their child but rather as one adult
would admire another.  He got excited just thinking
about seeing him, an excitement he was feeling that
moment, a feeling not unlike how he felt as a teenage
boy heading out on a date.  Some might have said it
was because the youth admired and looked up to him,
but it was not that, though he had to admit when he
saw the boy looking at him with those emerald blue
eyes filled with wonder and respect it made him feel
good.
	The home he pulled up to was impressive but not
overly flashy, sort of what could be said about Nat
and his brother.  Though obviously wealthy, they did
not flaunt their wealth nor did they put on airs.  Nat
met him at the door, all packed and ready to go. 
Behind him was a man that he introduced as his father.
 If Nat had gotten his personality and beliefs from
his grandfather, it was clear that he'd gotten his
looks from his father.  The man was strikingly
handsome, and had the same curly, strawberry blond
hair, long and thick and curled over his ears and down
to his collar just like his son's, and the same
captivating emerald blue eyes.  That he spent a lot of
time outdoors was evident from his tan and his
physique.  What was most striking of all were his
youthful looks.  Matt could have been easily convinced
that he was an older brother.
	"So, have you ever been up Mount San Jacinto?" he
asked as he helped them load up the camping gear.
	"No, but I've heard it's very impressive."
	"So have I.  Funny, I've been all over the world with
my work, but never to some of the best places in my
own backyard."
	"Isn't that often the case?" Matt observed.  His job
didn't take him that far, but it did take him across
the continent, and to some beautiful parts of the
country.
	"This will be Nat's first time up Mount San Jacinto
too, though he's gone winter camping before, he and
his brother, in the San Bernardino, and up in the
Sierras."
	"I've done a bit, as part of the job, but mostly
skiing weekends when I was younger.  It has been a
while."
	"Nat has been telling me about your work.  You've
quite captivated him."
	"Well, it's a topic that's easy to get me going on,"
Matt replied with a smile, "and he's been a great
listener.  I'm sure I've bored the ears off him
sometimes."
	"Not at all," Nat objected.
	"Did you remember to pack the crampons?  That snow we
had up in the hills a few days ago has likely turned
to ice up at the summit."
	"Of course, Father," Nat replied with hint of
annoyance and the impatience of all teens but with a
smile of good humour.  "I'm not a kid.  I've gone
winter camping before, remember?"
	"And left the waterproof matches on the kitchen table
as I recall," his father teased.
	"Once," protested Nat.  "A guy forgets one thing once
and they never let him forget!" he complained with a
good-natured grin.
	The comradery between father and son was
heartwarming.  Matt knew that many did not have such
an open and trusting relationship.  It was fifty-five
miles to Idyllwild, and another five to the Humber
campground parking area and the trail head, an easy
trip that hour of the morning.  On the way Nat talked
excitedly about the upcoming hike and about the need
for wilderness areas and the work his father did.  His
respect and admiration for his father were evident. 
Pulling into the lot just before six, they still had a
good half hour before the sun would be up, but there
was enough light from the full moon, and the first
part of the trail was an easy climb.  The deeply
weathered, snow-capped summit of Mount San Jacinto
loomed above them, the magnificent granite peak rising
to a height of 10,804 feet above sea level, 4,200 feet
above from where they were standing, the highest point
in the San Jacinto Range and the second highest in
southern California.  The trail they had selected was
a popular trail, but there were no other cars in the
parking lot.
	It had been pleasant in Riverside that morning, just
below fifty, but with the climb in elevation to the
Humber parking lot and foot of the Devil's Slide Trail
the temperature had already dropped by ten degrees. 
It wasn't quite cold enough to put on their fleece
jackets, and the climb and packing in of their camping
gear would warm them up fast enough.  Nat claimed to
have packed the backpacks evenly as he stuffed his few
personal things into the one Nat handed him, but Nat's
looked suspiciously larger and heavier as they hefted
them to their shoulders along with their bedroll and
headed up the trail.  Climbing the head of Strawberry
Valley, it was a gradual climb following the contours
and rises of the granite ridges and providing good
views to the west of Suicide Rock, a popular
rock-climbing destination.  They walked slowly,
adapting to the elevation and conserving their energy
for the steeper grades ahead as good climbers do.  As
Matt had expected, they were soon sweating in just
their shirts.  Half an hour into the climb the sun
broke the horizon and they paused to admire the sight
and to take a few pictures.  It was no surprise Nat
had a high quality digital and was into photography
like his dad.
	They made good time, climbing up the two and a half
miles to the five-way crossing at Saddle Junction in
two hours.  Stripping off their shirts, they applied
sunblock, and as Matt rubbed it into Nat's shoulders
and back he was surprised how broad his shoulders were
and how firm his muscles.  Nat, he had learned in an
earlier conversation, was on the school's basketball
team and was an avid swimmer besides, and jogged daily
with his brother.  As Matt turned and Nat applied the
sunblock to his own back, his touch sent a thrill of
desire through Matt's groin, much to his surprise.  He
smiled and brushed it off as the result of advancing
old age and the fact the boy was gorgeous, even if he
was the same sex.  With his looks and personality he
could turn on anyone, even an oldster pushing forty
like himself.
	With the 8,828 foot granite dome of Tahquitz Peak
rising up above the forest of chaparral behind them,
they continued climbing, following the Pacific Crest
Trail as it twisted north and upward for just under
two miles, and then took the steep branch, the
steepest part of the climb and the most difficult so
far, that twisted its way through the chaparral for
another mile up to Wellsman Divide where the Devil's
Slide trail joined the trail coming up from the Palm
Springs tram station.  They had been climbing for six
hours including brief breaks to take pictures and
enjoy the scenery and it was almost noon.  The ground
was covered with a light powder of snow, perhaps two
inches, and Nat's thermometer said the temperature was
thirty-six, but it was a bright, sunny sky with no
wind and only a few puffy clouds and they didn't feel
the cold.
	They paused for a light lunch packed by Nat, tea
biscuits with cheddar cheese, a multi-grain nut and
raison snack bar, an orange, and a vitamin-packed
athletic power drink.  Slipping on fleece jackets and
trousers Nat had packed in their backpacks, they hung
the packs and camping gear from a tree out of reach of
wild animals.  They continued up through the subalpine
forest of mixed conifers, sugar, Jeffrey, and limber
pine and white fir, for another two and a half miles,
for a while under the watchful eye of a redback hawk
and past several browsing deer who skittered off just
far enough away to make a break for it if they had to,
accustomed to having their domain invaded by these
harmless, two-legged creatures.  The snow had melted
and turned to ice here and there on the trail as Nat's
father had guessed, but they were able to skirt it and
did not need the crampons.
	Emerging from the tree line they continued upward,
the snow having blown off the trail or melted on the
exposed bluff, and then took the summit trail branch
that headed up the granite peak for another .3 of a
mile.  Scrambling over the snow-capped boulders at the
end of the trail to the high point beyond the trail's
end, they stood in awe of the sight below them and
with an exhilarating sense of accomplishment two and a
half hours after leaving their gear at Wellsman
Divide, and just under nine since they'd headed off in
the dark that morning.  To the west were Riverside and
the LA basin, to the north Mount San Gorgonio, to the
south and east stretched the vast Mojave Desert, and
to the southeast they could see the Salton Sea and
beyond into the Imperial Valley.
	"John Muir said that the view up here was `one of the
most sublime spectacles to be found anywhere on earth'
when he climbed up here in 1896," observed Nat as he
slipped an arm about Matt's waist.
	"It is certainly all of that," agreed Matt, slipping
his arm about the slender teenager's back.  It was a
delightful view, and even more delightful being able
to share it with him.  Having made the climb was
exhilarating, but standing there and looking at the
bright sparkle of wonder and accomplishment in Nat's
emerald blue eyes, his downy cheeks and lips normally
crimson with youth now even brighter with the drop in
temperature by another six degrees and the slight
breeze at the peak, Matt truly felt that he was on the
top of the world.  He had a mad urge to kiss the boy. 
Light-headed from the rare air at that altitude he
mused with a smile.
	Taking photos of the panorama below them and of each
other, and having several taken of them together by
another pair of intrepid hikers, and taking a few
final minutes to relish their achievement and to toss
a few snowballs, made from a bank protected from the
glare of the sun by an outcrop of boulders, at each
other, they turned and headed back down.  It was a lot
easier and faster going down, taking them only
slightly more than an hour to reach Wellsman Divide. 
Slipping off their jackets and picking up their gear,
they headed east down the steep Tram trail through the
chaparral to Round Valley, arriving just shortly after
five, barely giving them time to pitch their tent
under a patch of pine under the watchful eye of a
couple deer browsing in the nearby mountain meadow and
to explore the valley protected by steep granite
cliffs towering up out of the forest of lodgepole and
Ponderosa pine and incense cedar.  There were three
other campers there, all setting up a respectful
distance from each other and from the trail.  With the
descent in altitude the temperature had warmed to
thirty-nine.  It would probably drop close to freezing
over the night. 
	Starting up the little portable camp stove he'd
packed up the mountain, Nat cooked their supper, a
package of homemade stew with a little water from his
canteen, biscuits and cheese with chocolate chip
cookies and hot chocolate.  Having a fire permit, they
started a fire at the yellow post to take off the
chill and invited the others over, a husband and wife
in their late forties who enjoyed hiking and rock
collecting on the weekends, a single woman of about
the same age who was an avid bird watcher and mountain
climber who had come up by way of the Marion Mountain
trail, which was the shortest but steepest approach,
two longtime buddies in their thirties who were into
hunting and the outdoors, and two college students in
an environmental studies program at Cal State San
Bernardino who, like the others, had come up by way of
the tram.  The wife commented about how nice it was to
see a father and son enjoying the outdoors and how
impressive it was they'd climbed all the way.  Nat
politely corrected her on their relationship.
	They all called it an early night and returned to
their tents.  Slipping on their down jackets once
again, Nat and Matt stayed up a bit longer, looking up
at the sky and bright constellations  and listening to
the awesome silence of the night on top of a mountain.
	"It's awesome warm," Nat observed in surprise and
admiration as they crawled into the two-man tent. 
"That's so neat."  They'd left a candle burning while
they'd sat outside, a trick Matt had learned from his
college days.
	"It will cool off soon enough," Matt replied as he
removed his jacket.
	"Want to join our two bags together?  Darien and I
usually do.  Two bodies can heat up the bags faster."
	"Sure, that's fine with me."
	Matt and his brother Art had done the same thing
camping, with the same logic, though there was another
reason too, and he and Art knew it.  That memory and
the thought of him and Nat, together, in one bag, sent
a thrill of arousal through Matt's groin.  He
immediately reprimanded himself for such thoughts.  He
was a grown man, and the boy was fifteen, a mature
fifteen and devilishly attractive, with a firm,
muscular body and beautiful emerald-green eyes. 
Another thrill passed through his groin and his cock
stirred.  He guiltily pushed the thought from his
mind.  That was perverse.  And erotic his conscience
had to admit.
	"Did you see the look between the two macho outdoors
men when I said we were friends, not father and son?"
	"Yes, I did.  And between the husband and wife."
	"Some people immediately think the worse.  Father
says he and Mother used to get those questioning looks
all the time when they were dating and when they got
married, and more often than not looks of outright
disapproval besides.  They still do sometimes though
they don't look so different in age now."  Nat had
slipped off his hiking boots and down jacket when
they'd crawled into the tent, and now slipped off his
shirt.  Matt again could not help admiring his smooth,
muscular upper torso and again felt a thrill of desire
pass through his groin.  That was only to be expected.
 The boy was gorgeous. 
	"What is the difference in their ages?"
	"Sixteen years," Nat said as he looked at Matt.  Matt
could not hide his surprise.  "Father just turned
thirty last month, and Mother is forty-six."  No
wonder he'd looked so young.  "You're surprised."
	"Sorry," Matt apologized.  "But that is a big
difference."
	"Well, at least it wasn't a questioning look, or a
look of disapproval," Nat responded.  As Matt removed
his shirt, he was aware of Nat watching him.  He
wondered if the boy was looking for a further reaction
to his comment about his parents, or if he was
checking him out.  Being physically active and
watching his diet he did have a good physique for a
man pushing forty.  "I don't see what age has to do
with anything when two people are in love," Nat
observed, laying on his back and unbuckling his belt
and pulling down his fly.  He raised his hips and
pushed down his fleece hiking pants, removing them and
his wool socks.  He was wearing boxers, with a blue
and green diamond pattern.
	"Cultural attitudes don't always make sense," Matt
agreed as he pulled off his undershirt and tried to
avoid staring at the boy.  "There are cultures where a
difference in age is considered very natural.  Our
western society unfortunately isn't one of them."  Nat
pushed down his underwear and lie there totally naked
and totally open to view even if it was only by the
light of a candle.  As Matt unzipped his trousers and
pushed them down he felt particularly self-conscious. 
He hesitated, and then slipping his fingers under the
elastic band of his boxers, he pushed them down also.
	"Same with sex," Nat observed, openly checking Matt
out.  It was logical.  The boy was fifteen and had to
be curious, and in the hiking tent they were
practically touching.  He had to look somewhere. 
Matt's hand began to rise to block the boy's view and
then he decided that was foolish.  The boy had seen
all there was to see, and besides, he was making no
effort to cover his own privates.  He could not help
glancing over at the boy.  His bush was thick and the
same strawberry blond as the hair on his head, and he
had a nice size package for fifteen, a very nice
sized-package indeed.  "Like those two college
students mentioning they had girlfriends a dozen times
just in case we thought they might be gay, as if that
really mattered today."
	"Well, it does, for a lot of people sadly," Matt
observed, "present company not included."  He was not
just saying that to be in with the times or to impress
Nat.  He believed it.  He wondered what the boy was
going to wear to bed, if he had brought an extra pair
of underwear for sleeping in or what.  He wondered if
he should rummage in his backpack for his in the bag
of personal items that he'd added.  The idea of the
two of them naked, side by side caused his cock to
begin to swell.  He'd better cover himself soon!
	"That's good, cause I'm queer."  Fortunately Matt was
concentrating on what was happening between his legs
and worrying about that, otherwise he would not have
been able to hide his surprise at the latest
announcement.  "So, you want to make two separate bags
now?" Nat asked with a good-humoured grin, and Matt
knew he would not be offended if he said yes.
	"Like I said, present company not included," he
responded.  That had been true the first time he'd
said it, and it was true now, though the thought of
sleeping in the same bag with the boy and with the two
of them naked took on a totally new meaning.  Feelings
he'd felt long ago suddenly welled up between his legs
and in his heart.  How was he ever going to resist the
temptation, even if the boy was only fifteen?
	Nat smiled. "You are so totally with it," he observed
in admiration, "just like Father and Grandfather."
	"Your father know that you're, that you're-."
	"Queer," finished Nat.  "Yeah.  I came out two years
ago, to Mother and Father."
	"When you were thirteen," Matt calculated.  That was
the same age as Cory!
	"Yeah.  I knew before that, long before that.  I knew
I guess forever that I was different.  It was just
that when I turned thirteen it seemed like the right
time to announce it."
	"And your parents were all right with the news."
	"Oh yeah, they were real cool about it all, but
they're not stuck in the ice ages like a lot of
adults, presently company excluded," he said with a
grin.  "And in case you're wondering, Darien is as
straight as they come, though that doesn't mean we
haven't messed around with each other."
	"You're very open and comfortable with the topic,"
Matt observed, his admiration for the boy growing by
the minute.
	"What's the point of hiding it?" Nat said with a
shrug.  "It's so way better to be up front about these
things."
	"I agree.  There would be a lot less trouble in this
world if everyone was."
	"You are so totally cool," Nat replied, suddenly
leaning over and giving Matt a kiss, not a grateful
peck on the cheek, but full on the lips, and
lingering.
	"You're very open about your affections too," Matt
observed as their lips separated.  He knew he should
do something, tell him that fifteen-year-old boys
shouldn't kiss men over twice their age, call an end
to the conversation and pretend he was tired,
something.  The problem was he wasn't tired and he
didn't really believe what he and Nat had done was
wrong, and he didn't want it to stop there.
	"That's what Mother says."  That smile and look of
innocence and honesty doubled Matt's desire.  The
influence of the third significant adult in the
youth's life was evident from the boy's casual
attitude and smile.
	"You said your father just turned thirty."
	"Yeah."
	"Then. . . ."
	"He was fourteen and Mother was thirty-one when they
made Darien and me," Nat observed.  He studied Matt,
for his response, not his body.  "You cool with
teenagers having sex with people much older than they
are?"
	"Yes-," Matt began.
	"Good, cause I want to have sex with you," Nat
announced before Matt could add a qualifier, reaching
over and snuffing out the candle and rolling on top of
Matt and giving him a hot, passionate kiss at the same
time.
	Matt did not know how to respond as the naked
teenager lay on top of him, his smooth, firm chest
pressing against his, his moist cherry lips locked
with his, his flaccid penis trapped between their
stomachs and lying beside his own.  Well, that wasn't
true.  He knew how to respond.  The problem was his
body and his mind were of two different opinions, and
a large part of his mind was in agreement with his
body.  The teenager attacked like a wild animal, as if
releasing emotions and desires that had been pent up
all day.  They, in fact, had been.  From the moment
Matt had agreed to go camping overnight on Mount San
Jacinto last Monday he'd been dreaming and wishing for
this evening, and all that day, each time he had
glanced at Matt he had not been able to help thinking
about what might be at the end of the day.  He was,
after all, young and full of optimism.
	As their lips parted, he sensed Matt's hesitancy but
that did not come as a surprise.  His father had told
him and Darien many times how it had been between him
and his mother that very first time, and in a private
conversation just between the two of them, his mother
had confirmed his father's comments.  Fifteen years
had passed, but if anything, attitudes had regressed.
Things today were even worse than when his father was
his age.  The Internet had opened up the opportunities
for intergenerational sex like they'd never been
before, and the opportunity to openly and freely
exchange information and stories about teen-adult love
along with all other forms of sexual expression. 
Unfortunately it had also opened up opportunities for
all kinds of abuse and misuse regarding sex, and
particularly between generations, which was wrong. 
The Internet had made the world more dangerous for the
prey, and easier for the predator.  Along with that,
the increased awareness of the sexuality of teens and
the increased awareness of just how wide the practice
of intergenerational sex was had also raised the fears
of a heretofore unaware population and the ire of the
puritanical right.
	Well, the obstacles hadn't daunted Father and Mother,
and they were not going to daunt him.  From the moment
he'd first met Matt Wilson he'd felt an attraction
toward him, and with each visit he and Darien had
made, that attraction had multiplied.  This day,
having spent the last fifteen hours totally with him,
he had spent the better part of that time fighting off
getting an erection.  Now he no longer needed to
fight, and he let his smoldering lust burst into flame
as he felt Matt's firm body beneath him, his broad,
hairy chest pressed against his, his gorgeous cock
growing beside his.  It was growing, proof that Matt
felt the same way about him as he felt about Matt,
something he'd recognized from the way the man had
looked at him that first visit to his home.
	He slipped his hands beneath Matt's body and drew him
tight against him, delighting in the feel of his thick
mat of hair pressing against his chest.  He kissed him
again, pressing his hot, moist lips against the older
man's.  Matt's breath smelled of hot chocolate and his
lips were sweet.  He eased his hands down his back to
his waist and cupped his buttocks.  He had such a
compact, smooth ass.  When Matt had taken the lead on
the hike that day he'd stared at it, the carrot
dangling in front of him as the climb got steeper and
his legs began to weary.  Now that carrot was finally
in his hands and he squeezed and kneaded the firm,
compact ass he'd been admiring and desiring all day as
they kissed over and over.
	As Nat lie on top of him, his young lips pressed
against his, his hot body pressing against him and
their cocks lined up side by side and swelling
together, Matt realized what it had been all this time
that had attracted him to the handsome, mature youth. 
Years of social conditioning and expectations and age
had suppressed those feelings that as a teenager and
as a young college student and young man he would have
allowed to be expressed.  Yes, that attraction had
been based on respect and admiration for Nat's wisdom
and maturity and for his youthfulness and all those
other things, but it had been based on more than that,
and he knew now what the more was.  It was pure and
simple lust, the lust of a male for another male.  As
a young boy and as a teenager with rampant hormones
he'd lusted, and he'd followed that lust wherever it
took him, whether that be with his brother Art or with
Marian or with all the others, male and female, that
he'd lusted for.  He had once been a healthy,
red-blooded American boy who knew himself and was
confident enough to not worry about false rules and
society's restrictive beliefs and mores.  Age and the
constant bombardment by society had buried those
feelings and suppressed them, but had not destroyed
them.
	Now this delightful boy, this blond-headed young man
with emerald-blue eyes and a gorgeous body, had
released those feelings from their confinements and
had freed him, the real him, and it was delightful. 
He could not deny the sweet joy of those kisses from
Nat's smooth, cherry lips, he could not deny the
pleasure his firm, massaging hands were bringing him
as they caressed his back and kneaded his buttocks. 
He could not deny the desire that was causing his cock
to rise, and the lust he was feeling deep in his groin
as he felt the boy's cock swelling beside his and
pressing hot and eager against his stomach.
	It was wrong, but it felt so marvellous.  He was more
than twice the boy's age, but as the boy had said,
what did age have to do with love, or with lust for
that matter?  He was older than the boy's father, but
the boy's father had become a father at the boy's age.
 Members of the same sex did not have sex with each
other, or so the church and society would decree, but
thousands-no millions-of men were proof that was
false, and history showed that it had always been
false.  This would not the first time he'd had sex
with someone of the same sex and he and his past
experiences had done his partners and himself no harm.
 Those experiences and partners were, in fact, among
his most wonderful memories.
	Now it did not have to be just memories.  Once again
he could know the pleasure of holding another man's
hot, throbbing cock and feeling the power pulsating
through it.  Once again he could have sex with someone
who knew exactly how he was feeling, and whose
feelings he knew as well as his own.  As he kissed the
boy hotly and passionately, beneath the pleasure
pulsating through his groin and the desire in his
heart was the nagging reminder that men did not have
sex with teenage boys.  But why not?  Had he not
observed that Nat had the wisdom and maturity that
many adults he dealt with did not?  Had not their
conversation that night in the tent been proof of his
wisdom and maturity, and his sincerity?  The boy was
enjoying this, the swelling of his cock the proof of
that, and he was enjoying it too, as evidenced by the
swelling of his own cock.
	Rolling off him and onto his side, Nat continued to
kiss as his hand stole down Matt's broad, hairy chest,
over his stomach, and through his coarse, thick hairs
to his now erect cock and dangling balls.  Nat slipped
his fingers about the swollen flesh and squeezed it
gently but firmly, delighting in its arousal and in
its strength.  He slowly stroked the shaft, from balls
to knob, teasingly avoiding the sensitive
blood-engorged glans.  He kissed Matt's chest,
skipping his smooth, moist lips over his pecs and
slipping them about his nipple and sucking, sending
thrills through the sensitive bud and causing it to
grow firm as at the same time he ran a fingertip along
the rim of Matt's knob, sending even sharper thrills
through his glans and causing the man's cock to jerk
with arousal.  Like everything else he did, the
fifteen-year-old made love with a skill and finesse
beyond his years.
	Matt reached down and slipped his fingers about Nat's
swollen organ, marvelling at the length and firmness
of his teenage cock, knowing many men would be proud
to have a cock that size.  He stroked it slowly,
reverently, wondering how many times the boy had
stroked it, wondering if the boy had ever jacked off
thinking of him, wondering if anyone before him other
than the boy's brother had touched him there.  From
the boy's foreplay he was clearly experienced, and
given his outgoing personality and handsome good looks
and athletic body, he would have been surprised if he
and the boy's twin were the only two to have messed
around with him as he had put it.  He wondered if the
others Nat had sex with had been of his age or if any
had been men.  As the boy stroked him his breathing
grew heavier and he put his wondering aside as he felt
the lust growing in his loins.  The two began kissing
again, more fervently this time as they stroked each
other's cock and caressed each other's thighs and
stomach.
	Pausing and searching for his backpack in the dark,
Nat found the tube he was looking for, and hoping it
was the tube of KY and not toothpaste, he opened it
up.  Squeezing out a dollop, he sought out Matt's
swollen knob and smeared the grease over it.  Reaching
behind himself, he slipped his index finger up his
ass, lubricating his sphincter and preparing it for
Matt's swollen cock.  Removing his index finger he
replaced it with his middle finger, greasing his
rectum and wiping off his greasy digit.  Placing the
tube aside he straddled the man, a leg on either side
of his prostrate body, and then he slowly back down on
him.  His skill and experience were evident once again
as he located Matt's greased knob and wiggled into
position so that the tip was aimed at his hole. 
Opening his sphincter and holding the stiff, throbbing
cock by the base, he backed up a bit more, wedging
Matt's knob in his opening.  He strained to accept the
swollen bulb, openly grunting and panting now in his
arousal and effort, and Matt uninhibitedly grunting
and panting also as he raised his hips, driving his
cock forward as Nat slid back.  They were two hundred
feet from the nearest tent, and if the occupants could
hear them, then so be it.  Love was not meant to be
silent.
	With the lube and their desire it was not that
difficult a task, and soon Matt's knob popped inside
Nat's rectum and ever so slowly his long, thick cock
entered Nat's greased, hot hole.  The young teen
trembled with the delight that he'd been dreaming of
all week and he clenched his eyes and sighed openly
and unabashedly with the pleasure. Ever so slowly he
sat back, impaling himself on Matt's rock-hard cock
until he felt the man's balls against his backside and
his own balls were nestled in the man's coarse, curly
hairs.  He paused, delighting in the sensation of
being stuffed with hot, throbbing cock, and then he
slowly flexed his thigh muscles, raising his body back
up.  He trembled as he felt the man's thick cock
stretching apart his sphincter and its flanged knob
brush against his prostate, and then he slowly sank
back down, sinking down on the stiff, throbbing organ.
	Matt reached up and grasped Nat's narrow, teenage
waist, supporting him as he slowly rode his cock.  He
trembled with delight as he felt the heat and
moistness of the teenager's rectum, and with the
pleasure pulsating through his blood-engorged knob and
thick shaft.  He inhaled and exhaled deeply,
delighting in the natural fragrance of the boy, the
fragrance of youth and sweat.  It filled the small
tent and blanketed them as the boy rode his cock,
causing his mind to spin as shivers of delight shot
through his swollen flesh.  Again the boy's experience
and skill showed as after a minute he stopped and
remained motionless with Matt's cock buried deep up
his rectum as he delighting in the sensation of having
his asshole stuffed and waited for his lust to
subside.  Matt was tempted to fuck the boy, to raise
and lower his hips and work his aching cock in and out
of the boy as he held the boy above him, but he too
fought the desire and laid there delighting in the
sensation of having his stiff, throbbing cock
surrounded by hot, moist ass, a delight he had not
felt for many years.
	And then the boy resumed, and he laid there needing
to do nothing but delight in the pleasure throbbing
between his legs, and in the pleasure that he knew he
was giving the boy.  Eyes having grown accustomed to
the dark, he looked up into the boy's face and their
eyes met.  The boy smiled, a smile of pure delight and
of lust, and the look on his face sent a shiver up
Matt's cock and he had to stop the boy still lest he
shoot.  Nat knew how hot he'd gotten the man below
him, and that he'd brought him such pleasure brought
him even more delight than the throbbing of his
rectum.  After a long pause, he resumed riding the
man, and as he did he bent forward and they kissed, a
long, lingering kiss of passion.  Once again Matt felt
the desire welling up in his loins, but he could not
delay another time.  Grasping the boy's hips, he
thrust his own upward and dropped back to the sleeping
bag beneath him and thrust again.  Knowing how the man
was feeling, Nat worked in time with him, raising his
body as Matt sank back, and then sinking back down as
Matt thrust his hips back up.  His rectum throbbed and
his anus burned as the swollen cock up his ass
pulsated and ached with that sweet pleasure.  Matt
closed his eyes and threw back his head as he felt the
pressure in his loins building and building.
	And then he was cuming.  He gasped and groaned with
the unique pleasure as he felt his cum rushing up the
core of his swollen, numb cock and out the burning
tip, spurting deep up the teenager's rectum, filling
it with his thick, creamy seed.  Spurt after spurt
erupted from his body and he gasped and groaned
unabashedly, grasping the boy's hot, perspiring body
to him as he filled his ass.  Nat groaned also, with
the pleasure of having his rectum filled with the
man's seed, and with the pleasure of having brought
him off.  Motionless now, the two clung to each other,
their throbbing union now wet and sticky, their bodies
flushed with post-climatic bliss.
	And then Nat was rolling off and laying beside him
and kissing him and caressing him as he lay there
spent and flushed with pleasure, his cock still stiff
and feeling so wet and swollen now that it was no
longer encased in the boy's ass.  He half-consciously
felt himself being rolled over on his stomach and was
vaguely aware of the boy kneeling between his legs,
and then he felt the boy's greased knob pressing
against his asshole.  It slowly dawned on his
pleasure-numbed mind that the boy was going to screw
him, and the eroticism of a fifteen-year-old boy
fucking his ass sent a dollop of cum out of his still
stiff cock to soak into the down sleeping bag.  He
willingly pushed out, eagerly opening up to the boy,
and he quivered as he felt the youth's knob stretching
open his sphincter.  Now that was something Marian
could never do.  Thinking of his wife and for some
reason his thirteen-year-old son at that very moment
and the fact he had just fucked the fifteen-year-old
boy who was about to fuck him sent a shiver of arousal
through his entire body.  Seconds later he shivered
again as he felt Nat's knob pop into his rectum, and
then his long, hard cock penetrating him, slowly
easing up his rectum.  Matt Wilson, father and
husband, lay there and gasped with the pleasure of
being penetrated by a boy half his age, a boy only two
years older than his son.
	The perversity of what he was doing intensified his
pleasure and as the boy drew back he clamped his
sphincter closed just as the boy had done while riding
his cock, intensifying both of their pleasures.  He
inhaled and exhaled deeply as the boy rode his ass,
slowly and rhythmically easing his hard, throbbing
cock in and out of his hot, moist rectum.  Nat,
already highly aroused from riding his cock, paused
frequently to enjoy the pleasure and let the pressure
in his loins subside.  Try as hard as he could, and
again his skill in lovemaking evidenced by his success
in prolonging the inevitable as long as he did, he
could not hold back what had to happen.  Succumbing to
lust and nature, he plunged his cock up Matt's ass one
last time and quivered as he felt his cum racing up
the core of his young, slender cock and spurting out
the tip.  He threw back his head and sighed with the
pleasure, his balls drawn up tight beneath his aching
cock as he filled Matt's rectum with his hot, thick
teen cum just as Matt had filled his.  He sank down on
the man and kissed the back of his neck as he pressed
his hot, naked body against him.  It had been even
better than he had fantasized.  Finally rolling off
Matt, the two snuggled together in the down sleeping
bag, pulling it up around them, and drained and
exhausted, they soon drifted off to sleep.
	Matt woke first in the morning and laid there with
Nat curled up against him blissfully asleep.  As he
thought about the previous day, it was with mixed
feelings.  Their sex that night had been as totally
unexpected as it had been wonderful.  He knew Nat had
enjoyed it too, which made it all the better.  It had
been a long time since he had engaged in sex with a
member of his own sex, and he had forgotten just how
pleasurable it could be.  But it was also with guilt
that he recalled their coupling.  Nat was only
fifteen, a boy.  Yes, he was mature and intelligent
and responsible and all the rest of it, and he had not
seduced the boy, nor the boy him, yet he was still a
boy and he was the adult, and he should have resisted
the urges the two of them had felt.  Had he been
fifteen again too that would have been different, but
he was not, and many years had passed since he was
fifteen.  Besides, he was happily married with a son
not much younger than the naked youth stirring beside
him.  What they had done had felt great, but it was
wrong.
	As Nat stretched and snuggled again and slowly opened
his eyes, Matt felt his hardness press against him. 
That the youth had a morning wood, and the look of joy
on his face as he looked up at him, caused a stirring
between Matt's legs despite his misgivings over the
previous night and he could not help but return the
smile.  Nat reached up inside the sleeping bag and
twirled Matt's chest hair and massaged his firm pecs. 
Unzipping the bag part way and pushing it down so he
could see Matt's upper body, he continued to caress
his chest.  The cold early morning air quickly chilled
them, but as he ran his fingertips over his nipples
and twiddled with them, he sparked a growing fire in
the tender buds.  Matt reached over and caressed the
boy's smooth, firm chest.  It was still warm from the
heat of their bodies trapped in the down sleeping bag.
 His pecs were well developed, the result of his
basketball and swimming, and he delighted in their
strength and in the smoothness of his skin.  As Nat's
hands began to descend Matt considered reaching down
and stopping him.  This was morning now, and the
reality of their ages and their differences was as
sharp and clear as the cool mountain air.   This was
something he had to put a stop to now.  Before he
could, the corner of Nat's lips slowly curled and his
emerald blue eyes glistened as he slipped his fingers
about Matt's swollen cock.
	"You have a morning wood," he observed with a grin.
	"Happy to see you," Matt replied as he returned the
smile, using an old line from television, so old he
couldn't recall who had said it or when.
	"So am I," Nat said, taking Matt's right hand in his
other hand and guiding it down over his smooth, flat
stomach to the stiff organ between his legs.
	Lying there side by side, holding each other's stiff,
throbbing cock, the two kissed, a warm, tender, loving
kiss, a thank you for the previous night and a morning
greeting and all doubts and guilt fled from Matt's
mind.  How could what they'd done possibly be wrong? 
Nat slipped both arms about the older man and drew him
close to his naked body as he kissed him, pressing his
lips tightly against his and slipping his tongue
between his pursed lips and into Matt's mouth.  He
felt Matt's cock twitch with excitement and he pressed
his body closer and tightened his arms about his
waist, pinning his hard, throbbing cock between their
bodies, delighting in it's heat and firmness.  He slid
his tongue over and under Matt's, swapping spittle and
caressing his buttocks.  Matt eagerly sucked the
teenager's tongue into his mouth and his tongue
duelled with it as he too wrapped his strong, hairy
arms about the teenager's slim but muscular body,
drawing him to him tightly, delighting in the feel of
his hard cock pressing against his belly.
	They began to gyrate, slowly and purposefully,
rubbing their cocks against each other, pinning them
between them.  They snuggled down deeper into the down
sleeping bag out of the cold morning air as their
bodies heated up.  They caressed and squeezed each
other's ass cheeks, recalling the previous night and
the delight of having their assholes stuffed and
fucked, of having their rectums filled with the
other's hot seed.  They quivered with the memory as
lust filled their loins once more and their blood ran
hotly through their veins and through their stiff,
throbbing cocks.  They kissed each other's cheeks and
necks and then again each other's lips as they rubbed
their cocks against each other, knob rubbing against
knob, sending ripples of pleasure and carnal desire
through the blood-engorged flesh.  They moaned little
sighs of pleasure as they felt the pressure slowly
developing in their loins once again.  For Nat at
fifteen it was not unusual, and even for Matt though
he was twice the boy's age, it was not uncommon.
	Their breathing grew deeper and more laboured and
they rubbed their bodies against each other more and
more vigorously and desperately as they felt the
pressure increasing.  They pressed their lips together
and sucked deeply as their hands caressed and massaged
each others gyrating buttocks.  With heaving chests
and little moans of delight and sweet pain they felt
the pressure in their loins reach that breaking point,
and then their hot, thick cum race up the core of
their throbbing cocks.  Pinned between each other's
body, their aching cocks spurt out their cum, lacing
each other with hot, thick streamers.  They gasped and
quivered in ecstasy with their release, and with the
other's ejaculation.  Holding each other tightly, they
pressed their lips together in a kiss of love and
lust, their numb, swollen organs pressed between their
bellies and their chests heaving.
	Pushing back the top of the sleeping bag, Nat pulled
his legs out and wiggling down and curling his legs
and wrapping them about Matt, he began to lap up the
streamers of cum on Matt's body, his and Matt's
streamers interlaced with each other.  The sight of
the beautiful blond-headed boy eagerly and hungrily
licking up their cream sent tremors of pleasure
through Matt's loins, and as the boy's tongue ran over
his nipples and licked the creamy cum that had laced
them, Matt groaned in ecstasy.  Pulling his feet out
of the bag also, Matt twisted around in the low,
narrow tent so he could do the same.  Furrowing his
tongue, he lapped up the puddles of creamy cum on the
boy's smooth, muscular chest and flat stomach, licking
up the boy's seed and his own.  He quivered with the
taste and texture of their creamy juice as he puckered
his lips and sucked the puddles from his body.  As he
felt Nat's lips slip over his flaccid cock and begin
to suck the remaining juice from his limp organ, he
took the boy's cock in his mouth and sucked on it
also, draining it of its remaining cum.
	Finally looking up and smiling at each other, they
did not have to say anything.  They dressed, putting
on the trousers they'd worn at the beginning of their
hike yesterday, the fleece not really needed, and
while Nat lit the camp stove and rolled up their
sleeping bags and dismantled the tent, Matt lowered
their backpacks from where they had hung them the
night before out of reach of any animals.  Opening the
packet of pancake flour, powdered milk and dried
blueberries he had slipped into his backpack the
morning before and adding the remaining water from
their canteens, he cooked them up a batch of pancakes,
adding a couple handfuls of dried pork rinds to the
pan, a trick he'd learned from a fellow biologist long
ago.  It wasn't as good as real bacon, but it was the
next best thing.  The two containers of apple juice
had been nicely and naturally chilled over night.
	Packing up their trash and hanging their backpacks
back up along with their bedrolls, they headed off
across Round Valley and down just over two miles of
gentle switchbacks to Mountain Station, pausing to
watch the deer grazing in the subalpine meadows and
the hawks flying above the trees.  They met a number
of day climbers heading to the peak, the Tram trail
being much more heavily used than the others.  At the
tram terminal they skirted the restaurant/gift
shop/snack bar/visitor centre, pausing only to fill
their canteens at the water tap at the Ranger Station.
 The temperature had warmed up to forty and they spent
a leisurely two hours along the Desert View trail,
finding plenty of Sunday tourists to take their
picture.  As Nat slipped his arm about Matt's neck or
about his waist and smiled for the cameras, a happy
father and son on a weekend bonding trip, he wondered
what the smiling tourists would say and do if they
knew their true relationship, and the nature of the
bonding that had occurred.  Matt did likewise as he
slipped an arm about his "son" and smiled, but unlike
when he'd woken up, he had no guilt and no regrets. 
It was ironic, and sad, that people accepted such
gestures of affection between father and son, but only
if that affection was platonic, not physical, and not
under any circumstances between a teenage boy and an
adult lover, especially a male lover.
	And then it was back up the gentle switchbacks and
through the mixed forest at Round Valley where they
had a quick lunch of their remaining biscuits and
cheese and picked up their camping gear.  Ascending
the steep trail up through the chaparral on the east
slope of Wellsman Divide, they found the snow now
almost gone.  Descending the other side down to the
Pacific Crest Trail and then on to Saddle Junction,
the hike down was a lot faster and easier than it had
been going up.  With each turn of the trail the slope
became more gentle and the temperature gradually
increased.
	"I'd like to hike the Pacific Crest Trail sometime,"
Matt observed as they paused at Saddle Junction for a
break.  "I hear it's beautiful."
	"Oh yeah.  I'd love to spend the whole summer just
hiking it.  Start at the south end and just go as far
as we can."  As the two glanced out over the valley
they both had the same thoughts.  An entire summer
together hiking during the day and making love at
night, that would be heaven.  "We should come up here
and climb Tahquitz Peak sometime."
	Now that could be hell, Matt thought as he looked
across at the steep granite dome.  It was lower than
Mount San Jacinto by almost two thousand feet, but a
steep climb that would require ropes and climbing
gear.  He was no rock climber, but the thought of
climbing it with Nat was a different matter.  Now that
would be an accomplishment, and a true bonding
experience.  The two had the same thoughts, and as
they looked at each other they embraced and kissed.
	The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly as
they headed west on the Devil's Slide Trail along the
head of Strawberry Valley.  It was shortly after three
and they had only another two and a half miles of
trail, mostly down hill, an easy hour and a half hike
with an hour to spare before the sun went down. 
Pausing at one of the many viewpoints along the trail
to admire the surrounding wilderness, they glanced at
each other and embraced and kissed once again as if
now that they had started they could not get enough,
which in a sense was true.
	Carefully picking their way through the prickly
brush, they slipped behind a thicket of shrubs and
kissed again, this time more passionately.  Dropping
their backpacks and bedrolls on the ground, they
unbuttoned their shirts and spread them out.  They
kissed and embraced, caressing each other's back,
desire quickly welling up between their legs. 
Unbuckling and unzipping each other's trousers and
pushing them down along with each other's underwear,
they caressed each other's naked buttocks and each
other's thighs.  Their lips met and they kissed
passionately as their hands reached up and cupped each
other's sweaty, low-hung balls and gently stroked each
other's swelling cock.  Sitting down on their shirts,
they quickly untied their hiking boots and removed
them along with their trousers and underwear.
	Lying on their shirts, they continued embracing and
kissing, hands massaging each other's back and
buttocks, caressing each other's chest, lips nibbling
on cheeks and necks and earlobes as the hot California
sun shone down upon them.  Their kisses became more
passionate as their lust for each other welled up in
their loins.  Their lovemaking was desperate, nature's
safety valve for the pressure that had been building
since that morning.  Twisting into a sixty-nine
position, they continued to caress each other's
buttocks as they nibbled now on each others thighs,
sending ripples of desire through their groins.  They
nuzzled each other's low-hanging testicles, inhaling
the delightful spicy fragrance of each other's sweaty
balls.
	Twisting and writhing in their desire like two desert
snakes, they slipped their lips about each others
quickly rising and soon blood-engorged cocks. As they
eased their lips up and down the rock-hard shafts,
delighting in their arousal and in the arousal of the
other, sweat beaded on their foreheads and began to
trickle down their sides from their hairy armpits. 
They sucked hungrily on each other's faucet and bobbed
their heads, relishing the taste of each other's cock,
relishing the developing pressure in their loins once
again.  They inhaled deeply, the spicy scent of sweat
and the sweet scent of chaparral filling their lungs
as their loins ached.
	They came together, there above Strawberry Valley in
the chaparral and under the hot California sun,
filling each other's mouth with their hot, thick
juices, delighting in the burning pleasure of their
ejaculation and the even greater pleasure of having
brought each other off.  They trembled and inhaled
deeply as their cocks throbbed in each others mouth,
and they closed their eyes with ecstasy with the tart
taste and slimy texture of each other's precious
fluids.  Eagerly drinking each other's cum and sucking
out every drop from their swollen, aching organs, they
at last twisted around and embraced, sweaty, naked
body pressed against sweaty, naked body, lips against
lips, their breaths smelling of each other's nutty
seed.  Nat was in pure heaven, and Matt was once again
fifteen.

******
Thanks to Billy for suggesting the character of Nat
Wilson and that he have a romantic encounter with Matt
Wilson.  What else would you like to see happen?  What
further fun and havoc can Cory create with his growing
awareness of the power of his great-grandfather's
headband?  Have you ever had someone you hated and
wanted to get even with?  Email me your idea and I'll
write it as part of this story and if you wish add you
as one of the characters.  Anything goes, the hotter
and more perverted the better, except I don't write
snuff and torture of kids and anything involving
player characters will need their collaboration.  Non
player characters available for your amusement and
abuse include the Gilles family, Vice Principal Stuart
Millburne, Baptist Pastor Winthrop and his family,
Kenneth Ballard and his mother, Father Henry, Calvin
Cosher and his daughter Stacey, the WCHS gang, the 14
RGAB soccer players and their families, the cops Eric
O'Malley and Mike Polanski, and Anton's RGAB
classmates.  Player characters created by readers so
far are Dominic, Terry, Anthony, Bob, Billy Dean, Ben
Hanson, Jacob Schuller, Benji Gilles and Callie Dean
with a supporting cast of Jonah, Lane and Spence,
Nicole Halder, Molly, Trang and Ashley, Nick Dawson,
Nat and Darien Wilson, Emma and Elijah Dean, Aunt Rosa
and Uncle Rafael, Juanita, Luther, and Lucy, Ramon
Carlos, and of course Lad, Rocky, Shep, Dobe and the
star of the series, Cory Wilson. 

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