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Pulling out two beers I offered him one and we sat at the kitchen table as he explained all the details of the estate and all the state and federal legalities. It seems like I’d inherited quite a bit of money. In his younger years when Mom was still living, Dad had invested heavily into stocks and now with the little he had in the bank, his car and the house I was now very well fixed. Going on, Harvey explained that the court had appointed him as my guardian until I was of age next year. Then Mr. Darrel handed me a checkbook saying he had deposited monies in my name to cover any and all of my expenses, and that if I wished, I was qualified to go over the different ways to invest my inheritance. It was all so different, so new and I was truly grateful to him for really caring. I had recognized his actions: the way he rolled his eyes and the way he walked and how he had undressed me with his eyes. When I walked him to the door, as he turned to go out, out of pure gratitude, I leaned over and gave him a little kiss just before I closed the door. I had to laugh then: I thought he was going to faint right there on the spot when I’d kissed him. One thing for sure was--South Bend may have a lot of people, but it was still a small town in every way.

My phone started ringing then and it seems the old gang had heard I was coming home and wanted to get together. Telling them to come over around eight, I said we would have a beer and talk about the old days. I figured that would give me just enough time to shower and shave. When I had been showering and getting ready for them I still had to chuckle while I was shaving of how different I looked from when I’d lived here just six months ago. In a moment of vanity then I turned, admiring my body in the full-length mirror. Just six months, or was it seven--that I had been a gangly pimply faced teenager and now I was one hell of a stud if I do say so myself.

It was around eight in the evening when the front doorbell rang. I could see through the door glass that it was Kyle, Bobby, Sammy and Steve standing there on the porch. Opening the door they asked if Joshua was home. I was surprised that they didn’t even recognize me; they looked just the same as I remembered them. Then giving them a big smile, I said, “I’m sure glad to see you all,” and then they recognized me.

Giving out with the whistles and catcalls, they began giving me that line about how much I’d changed as they began pushing their way into the living room. Passing around the beer to the boys, I said I was sure glad the cops weren’t around.

I sat there as they bragged and carried on about what colleges they were going to attend and how many girls they had fucked that summer. For as worldly as they were trying to be, I was not impressed. It was Kyle that suggested we go out looking for babes to pick up. After my telling him I was serious about someone back home and I wanted to be faithful, Bobby questionably asked, “’Back home’?”

Nodding I told him, “Yes, the mountains, that’s going to be my home now.” They kept pressing me, wanting to know what the girl was like and was I going to marry her, and if I was sleeping with her. Finally I let loose, “His name is Caleb and yes, I am sleeping with him and men can’t get married.” After that statement there was absolute dead silence. We seemed to no longer have anything to talk about.

They did manage to keep the conversation just barely alive for another round of beers, but then it was obvious that the evening was over. As the boys were leaving, they kept insisting we had to get together again, but we all knew that would never happen—we’d never see each other again. In their eyes I had become the lowest creature alive—a faggot! We came from different worlds now. Standing and watching in the doorway, they almost ran down the stairs. It was hard to believe that these skinny pimply-faced, narrow-minded excuses for men had once been my best friends. Then I thought—that would have been me too if it hadn’t been for Caleb.

I am sure that by now the word had spread about me and needless to say; I was not in a rush to go out and about. My only touch now with the outside world was the occasional shopping trip to the supermarket. This town had little to offer me now. As for people coming to see me, other than the occasional delivery of my mail or an unsolicited salesman, my only real visitor now was Harvey Darrel. He had become a great help in teaching and advising me on how to handle my financial affairs. He was even beginning to instruct me in the use of a computer to manage my affairs with. I had offered to pay him for his time, but he wouldn’t hear of it.

If it hadn’t been for Mr. Darrel’s weekly visits, I thing I would have gone mad. It was more than apparent to me that he wanted to be more than just a business consultant coming to the house to give me legal advice. My dear Mr. Darrel was really a closeted homosexual trying to get up the nerve to come on to me. It was on one of those visits that I decided to grant him his wish.

We had been drinking beer in the living room and I coaxed him to stay later than usual. When I had him quite pleasantly intoxicated, he finally go up the courage to blurt out that he too was gay and wanted to sleep with me. Standing and trying to be gentle with him, I told him that I was in love with another man and I belonged to him. Blushing, he questioned my words “belonged to” and without any apology, I explained that I was Caleb’s lover.

Giving him a kiss and leading him upstairs, I moved him toward my father’s old room, the one with the big double bed. Standing there not knowing what to do, I took the lead and began stripping. Then when I was naked, I began undressing him. Removing each garment, I would then lick and kiss his body. I was going to make sure this would be a night Mr. Darrel would never forget! I’d been taught by a master on how to delight and please a man. Harvey Darrel may have been gay all his life, but he was scared as hell of sex.

When I had him naked, I began running my hands over his body. Then licking and sucking on his hairless little chest, and then his nipples, soon I had him whimpering like a child. That was when I began licking his body all the way down to his cock, and then taking his relatively small cock into my mouth. I began working and playing with the head. He was so hot by now, that he came instantly. Harvey had begun to tremble and leading him over to the bed, to my surprise, he lay across its surface, and was soon spreading his legs—inviting me into his body.

Gently moving between his legs and lifting them over my shoulders, I quickly found his moist sweet spot. Sinking slowly into his ass, I quickly discovered he might have been a timid queer, but his ass had seen a lot of cocks a good deal bigger than mine. He was born submissive. He was so hot and juicy and so willing, he was a delight. As he moved his ass, his anus began expertly working my cock. It felt so good, and sinking my cock into him up to my balls, I began unloading inside him—it had been so long since I’d had a really good orgasm.

That night we got very little sleep as I delighted in taking Harvey to new heights of lovemaking. That night I screwed him again and again, and then I fucked his ass with my tongue, and I finally fisted him like Caleb had always done with me. Then when he was at the height of his emotions, I rolled him over and seating myself on his little cock, I rode him until we both climaxed. Apparently hungry, he liked my cum from my chest and then snuggled into my arms. Laying there with Harvey in my arms I smiled, in his lovemaking he had made me the dominant. Caleb had given me relief by sucking my cock, but he had never let me fuck him, but then I had never tried either. I liked feeling my cock in another man’s ass. When he woke, I suggested he stay with me until the house was sold, but that it turned out was something that was not to be.

I had put the house on the market weeks ago and that next day an offer was made on the property. Harvey said it was a good offer and he managed all the arrangements for me. The bank was to take over the loan and pay the full amount to my estate, and then it became clear that the estate was being held for me until I was of legal age. Looking at Harvey and asking him if there was any way I could get the funds now, he just shook his head saying that I would get an allowance, but not the total amount until my twenty-first birthday.

Then with a little self-serving grin he added that I was more than welcome to stay with him until my twenty-first birthday. For me it was a simple choice—I would do anything, service anyone, to get back home to Caleb. If it meant staying in South Bend for the next ten months, I could do that. Nodding and saying that if he would have me, I would stay with him until my birthday, but then I was going to return home to the mountains.

With that settled, we began moving the few things I wanted into Harvey’s apartment and he helped me with the estate sale of the rest. All in all, in return for his help, I began making his life a sexual fantasy. This was the start of my education on how the gays of the world lived. First came the new clothes—all the labeling picked out and paid for by Harvey. Then we began to go to the bars and supper clubs in Chicago. He would beam with delight as he escorted me into the dark rooms where all eyes were on us. I was his trophy.

At first, it was exciting seeing all those elegant men and their companions, and Harvey was in his glory with me on his arm. As he said, he had the man everyone wanted. For a while it was fun and then all too quickly, this gay scene became nothing more than a repetitious replay of silly men drinking much too much and making fools of themselves. To them all sex was some kind of game, all so phony and theatrical. The one important thing I did learn from that whole gay scene was that I was much different than they were. I was a man—and I loved a real man.

Harvey was a little disappointed when I said I didn’t want to party anymore, but then I was giving Harvey what he wanted, so he always took care of me beautifully. It was no ‘Christmas when he handed me a small box with a big diamond ring in it as his way of thanking me for living with him. Slipping it on my finger, he said that Caleb was a damn lucky man and he would spend the rest of his life trying to find someone like me. In his own timid way, he was asking me to stay with him.

We then had a quiet dinner and retired to the bedroom so I could give him what he wanted for Christmas. What he hadn’t realized was that he had given me the most precious thing in the world. In his own effeminate way he had taught me how to be a sexually dominant man.

We continued now to live comfortably and quietly and sure as Spring follows Winter, it was time to leave. My estate had been settled, the taxes paid, and the balance of my money invested with Harvey as my financial advisor. With the purchase of a new Ford pickup, I was now free to go to the man I loved. Harvey and I had this last night together, that so reminded me of Caleb’s and my last night. At breakfast with him clad only in his robe, I pulled him over to me giving him a big wet kiss telling him there would always be a special place in my heart for him, and adding that Caleb and I would love to have him come visit us in the mountains. After kissing him again, he was crying as I left.

Driving back to the mountains, all I could think of was my life with Caleb. Had he changed? Would he accept me now that I was different? I could never be just his boy, I was a man and we had to be equals now if we were to survive as lovers. I made good time on the road, stopping only twice. Finally reaching that familiar road and turning off the main pavement, I bumped and bounced along until finally I reached the parking lot of the cabin. To my surprise it was clear of all that trash. I was so damned excited now; I shot my load in my jeans. Parking and bursting in the cabin—it was empty. Looking around, it looked so different, so clean and well furnished. Had he sold the cabin? Then turning, I started running down the path to our creek.

When I saw him standing and facing the water with his back to me, my heart leaped and I began stripping along the way to the water. I wanted his arms around me. I wanted to make love to him. I hit him with such force, we both tumbled ass over elbows into the water. Holding him tight, we began kissing and fondling each other like long lost lovers. As we scrambled out of the cold water, he began leading me up to the cabin, saying he had fixed it up hoping that I would come back.

He then stopped in surprise when he saw the new truck. Laughing, I told him things were a little different now, that I was a fully-grown man. Laughing and sweeping me up in his arms, he carried me into the cabin over to the bed. It was when we were in bed and I slid between his legs and I lifted them to my shoulders he said, “I have waited so long for this. You went away a boy and now you’re back and all man.”

Then, as I penetrated his ass, he clung to me with tears in his eyes, surrendering his body to me. I was home at last—with my lover.

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