NO BROKEN HEARTS ©2009 By Lone-Wolf. All rights reserved Dedicated to everyone I have ever called “FRIEND” An Important note to the Reader : This is a work of Fiction! The persons, places, events, and dialogue are entirely the product of the author’s imagination, and must be regarded as such. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and accidental. All brand names mentioned are the property of the company who manufactures them, and they are used only for clarity.
When Daniel awakened Tuesday morning it took him a few moments to figure out where he was, but finally the day on the lake with Austin and Austin’s friends came back to him and he smiled, no longer seeing the stark ceiling of the bow compartment where they had camped out. And, while the surroundings were at first unfamiliar, the warm, living weight lying on his chest and torso was now completely familiar. Daniel lowered his eyes, expecting to see the top of Austin’s blond head. Instead he found himself staring directly into the twin blue beacons of Austin’s eyes. Apparently Austin had been awake for several minutes, watching Daniel sleep.
“Morning, hot water bottle,” Austin whispered, smiling sweetly at Daniel, his eyes filled with affection for the older boy.
“Morning smaller hot water bottle,” Daniel teased with a smile, moving his hands to Austin’s back where they could stroke the warm, smooth skin of his loved boy’s back tenderly.
“Oooh, that feels so nice,” Austin sighed, moving his hands up to Daniel’s face where he returned the favor by petting Daniel’s hair lovingly.
“So how did you like your first night sleeping on a boat?” Daniel wondered, allowing his fingers to wander down Austin’s back and explore the beginning of the canyon where his butt cheeks met.
“It was great!” Austin exclaimed, giving Daniel a thousand watt grin. “The rocking from the waves, and the sound of the water splashing the sides of the boat made it super relaxing, and easy to fall asleep,” the boy explained. “But the best part was being with you, Danny,” Austin reminded him poignantly.
“Funny,” teased Daniel, stopping to hug his boy firmly. “I just happen to feel the same way about you!” he told Austin truthfully. Austin gave him the look which told Daniel that Austin was close to tears of happiness. But when Daniel opened his mouth to say more, Austin placed his mouth over Daniel’s and kissed him passionately. Happily surprised, Daniel kissed him back, their tongues playing a wet game of tag as they shared themselves with one another.
“Wow, I guess that means you like me, hmm?” Daniel asked coyly, when Austin finally came up for air.
“You know I don’t like you, Danny,” Austin stated emphatically. He paused for half a second as if waiting for Daniel to react. “I LOVE you!” Austin clarified, clearly pleased with himself. Daniel smiled and sighed.
“Well, it just so happens that I love you AND like you, Austin!” he announced pertly, moving one of his hands from Austin’s back to the boy’s head, so he could stroke his soft blond mushroom cap of hair.
“Oh yeah?” Austin retorted playfully. “Well it just so happens that I love you AND like you AND lust you, Daniel!” the boy declared gleefully.
“I can tell!” giggled Daniel, still petting his lover affectionately.
“Howzat?” Austin wondered, feigning innocence.
“Your sword is poking me in the navel!” Daniel chuckled merrily.
“’T’sall your fault,” Austin giggled. “It was just fine until you started rubbing my butt crack,” he accused lovingly. “Is that a hint I might get my birthday present early?” he teased mischievously, his face still only inches from Daniel’s.
“You’re a little randy this morning, aren’t you?” Daniel teased him coyly. “But no; a deal is a deal,” Daniel went on firmly but gently. “So no pony ride for you this morning,” he added with amusement.
“Well then I’ll just have to have me a temper tantrum,” Austin threatened, his smile betraying his good intentions.
“Oh, no,” Daniel said in mock terror. “How will I ever tame this savage wild boy?’ he asked, trying to sound like the heroine in a cartoon.
“You could try making him do sixty-nine with you,” Austin suggested helpfully. “And he gets to be on top!” the boy added quickly, clearly pleased with his own forwardness.
“It’s worth a try,” Daniel said, still role playing his character, even as Austin rose up on all fours and executed a rapid ‘about face’, finishing with his ‘sword’ aimed at Daniel’s face. Daniel put his hands on Austin’s hips and guided their descent as Austin lowered his boner into Daniel’s mouth.
“Your sword is harder than mine,” Austin informed Daniel gleefully, as his penis sank all of the way into Daniel’s mouth. Daniel answered by using his tongue to stroke the tip of Austin’s boner, causing the boy to gasp involuntarily. Austin’s second reaction was to impale his face on Daniel’s stiffie, making Daniel shiver in reply.
Since Austin was on top, the boy was pretty much in control of the action, which was fine with Daniel, who was more than happy to let Austin call the shots. So Daniel allowed Austin to set the pace, and just did his best to keep his tongue in contact with Austin’s plunging penis.
Apparently Austin really was rather randy, since his pace was quick to begin with, and rapidly gained speed in a very short period of time. For a few moments as he was approaching release, Daniel thought he was going to climax first. But then Austin groaned softly, and Daniel felt the younger boy’s body jerking spastically as Austin ejaculated forcefully, his thin semen coating Daniel’s tongue with its wonderful flavor.
Austin’s penis was on its fourth spurt when Daniel’s orgasm began, the older boy’s body trembling with ecstasy as Austin’s mouth continued to caress Daniel’s pulsing penis throughout the duration of his climax.
Slowly their excitement faded, each of them gently sucking every last drop of fluid from the other’s softening tool. Austin waited until they had both gone soft before he finally released Daniel’s penis, while extracting his own member from Daniel’s mouth. Austin promptly reversed his about face and lay down on Daniel again, his face directly above Daniel’s. “I love you, Danny,” the boy whispered, his eyes filled with adoration. Before Daniel could reply, Austin lowered his face and sealed his mouth against Daniel’s. Daniel hugged Austin tightly and kissed him back, taking his time and savoring their connection.
Finally Austin came up for air, allowing Daniel to verbalize his reply. “I love you too, Austin,” he smiled, stroking Austin’s back tenderly. Austin’s smile spoke volumes. “So what now?” Daniel queried. “Shower first, or breakfast first?” he clarified, moving one hand up to the nape of Austin’s neck and stroking the short fuzz of soft hair there.
“First we feast; then we frolic in the shower,” Austin quipped, paraphrasing a quote from a certain juvenile Ninja movie they were both apparently familiar with.
“Your wish is my command,” Daniel chuckled in his best Ali Babba stage voice, making Austin giggle. “However, I do recommend we put our swim suits back on before going up on deck,” he added comically.
“But then I can’t get a tan on my weenie!” Austin protested, rising to his knees and retrieving their shorts.
“Just as well,” teased Daniel. “You’re already way too cute. If you had an all over tan you’d no doubt have to fight off all the horny girls!”
“Eeeewwwww!!” commented Austin, who was clearly more than happy to play along with Daniel’s banter. “Who’d want that? ‘Specially when I already gots ‘Mister Right’ under my spell!” the boy teased back,
“Too true,” chuckled Daniel, shucking into his swimming suit as Austin did the same. “Now let’s clean up our stateroom and get all our stuff up topside, hmm?” he added, indicating the lantern and their bedding.
Three minutes later their stuff was up on deck, and the two of them were standing on the sun deck of the boat, stretching lazily in the early morning sunshine.
“Let’s get going,” Austin urged Daniel after a moment. “I gotta’ piss like a race horse,” the boy added with visible amusement.
“Well, then, let me show you into the restroom!” Daniel grinned, giving Austin a swift push overboard. Austin gave a quick yelp on his way down, landing on his side, and raising a sizable splash. He surfaced, spluttering, and opened his mouth to say something to Daniel. But Daniel was already on his way down, “cannon-balling” into the water only a few feet from Austin. Daniel’s ‘bow-wave’ effectively ‘dunked’ Austin a second time.
Daniel surfaced to find Austin grinning at him, treading water. “Are you peeing on my fish, young man?” Daniel asked him coyly.
“You told me to!” Austin giggled with amusement.
“Fine! Now I’m peeing on your fish, too!” Daniel informed his partner with glee.
“Gnarly. I never swam in the toilet before!” Austin replied mirthfully.
“Last one onto the beach has to cook breakfast!” Daniel announced suddenly, striking out for shore even as he was still speaking.
“Cheater!” exclaimed Austin. “You’re closer to shore than I am!” he argued, chasing Daniel towards the beach vigorously. Daniel carefully paced himself so that they arrived on the shore at precisely the same instant.
“Darn, a tie,” he panted, leaning his hands on his knees to rest. “Now how do we choose the cook?” he asked rhetorically. Austin eyed him dubiously, as if waiting for the punch line they both knew was coming. “I know. We’ll flip a coin. Heads I win, tails you lose,” Daniel proposed nonchalantly.
“Or I can just volunteer, so you can check your email and find out where My New Car is!!” Austin announced, grinning toothily.
“Oh. Well then, that means YOU get to pay the tax, title fee, licensing fee, and the insurance premium, then,” Daniel grinned back, trying to look predatory.
“You can take it out of my allowance,” Austin shrugged, taking Daniel by the hand and leading him up the path to the house.
“I don’t recall an allowance being mentioned in our contract negotiations,” Daniel commented with great amusement.
“I do,” Austin fibbed with a huge grin. “You said I get a thousand bucks a month, for each month I don’t get to ride that baloney pony,” the boy explained, somehow managing to keep a straight face.
“Well aren’t you just full of piss and vinegar this morning!” chuckled Daniel, spinning Austin around and throwing him over one shoulder in what is generally referred to as the fireman’s carry.
“This isn’t the kind of pony ride I was talking about,” Austin giggled, as Daniel carried him the rest of the way up to the house and onto the back deck.
“Oh, well,” Daniel replied merrily, shrugging, which of course rolled Austin’s midriff over against the side of Daniel’s head.
“Ooof,” Austin commented, unable to hide his laugh.
“You wanna’ unlock the door, while you’re down there?” Daniel asked, turning around so that Austin’s head was towards the door of the house.
“I would, but all the blood’s going to my head, and I’m gettin’ ready to pass out now,” Austin retorted gleefully.
“Always with you, it cannot be done,” Daniel sighed, using his very best imitation of a certain short green Jedi Master from a very popular science fiction movie trilogy, which has since seen three more episodes added to it. “You must unlearn what you have learned!” he added. “Do, or do not. There is no try,” Daniel concluded, trying not to laugh. “Judge me by the size of my winky, do you?” he paraphrased, his laugh finally ruining the imitation, as he gently tried to put Austin’s feet back down onto the deck.
But, about half way through the maneuver, Austin put his arms around Daniel’s neck, and then locked his legs around Daniel’s waist, so that he was now attached to Daniel’s side in the way toddlers are often carried when they grow too tired to walk. Daniel locked his fingers together under Austin’s butt, supporting about half of the boy’s weight. Austin’s eyes bored into Daniel’s with visible passion. “I don’t judge you by the size of your winky,” the boy whispered softly, moving his face closer to Daniel’s. “I judge you by the size of your heart,” Austin clarified earnestly, his eyes filled with admiration.
“Oh, Austin,” Daniel sighed, fighting tears. “I love you so much, Buddy!” Daniel stated emphatically.
“I know,” Austin smiled, pressing his cheek against Daniel’s. “And I love you just as much!” the boy reminded him. “And I always will,” he added firmly, before nibbling on Daniel’s ear lobe.
“Is that what they call love at first bite?” Daniel asked, supporting Austin’s weight with one hand while he used the other to open the door.
“Love at first nibble,” Austin corrected him, as Daniel carried him into the house, closing the door behind them, Austin relentlessly pleasuring Daniel’s earlobe.
“You keep that up, lover boy, and our quick shower will wind up being a long shower!” Daniel warned Austin with amusement.
“Suits me,” giggled Austin, still worrying Daniel’s earlobe lovingly.
“Well, since you’re so ‘hungry’, why don’t you start on making breakfast, and I’ll go find out when your new used car is supposed to arrive,” Daniel suggested.
“Oh, alright,” Sighed Austin, apparently trying hard to look despondent as he allowed Daniel to set him down onto his own two feet again.
“I’ll be back in a flash,” Daniel promised, giving Austin a wink.
“You better be,” Austin grinned, returning the wink. “Or I’ll eat my share AND yours!” the boy threatened mirthfully.
“You better not!” Daniel ‘warned’ him, grinning as he headed for his room. Daniel ‘woke’ up his PC and checked his email inbox. Next, he went to the website of the auto-carrier company, where he entered his tracking number and was rewarded with the latest location data and estimated time of arrival for the ‘new’ Lancia. Then he checked his favorite ‘boy’ site, to see if any of his favorite authors had added any new chapters to any of the stories he was following. He found two of them had been updated, and he quickly downloaded and saved the new chapters to the appropriate folders on his hard drive. Finally he pulled up his favorite weather site and checked the forecast for Tuesday and Wednesday. Satisfied, he logged off and wandered back towards the kitchen, his nose already detecting the aroma of frying pork sausage.
“What is that disgusting smell?” he asked Austin as he entered the kitchen. “Did a sewer pipe back up in here?” he added, trying to hide his ‘poo-eating grin’.
“Sure did,” Austin giggled. “So I threw it in the pan with your breakfast!” the blond boy chuckled, never letting his attention stray from the pan of food he was cooking on the stovetop. Daniel peered over his lover’s shoulder and saw six sausage links frying on one side of the pan, and two eggs, sunny side up, frying on the other. Austin noticed his work was being evaluated and came back with a comment of his own. “I’m trying to kill you with cholesterol!” he explained, quoting from a certain Chevy Chase movie, not even trying to hide his grin as he used a spatula to roll the sausage links so they would brown evenly.
“I thought you didn’t know how to cook,” teased Daniel, unconsciously pressing his chest and stomach against Austin’s back.
“I don’t,” Austin shrugged, pushing back gently against Daniel’s body affectionately. “But I’ve watched Joey’s Mom do this a hundred times, an’ I figure ‘how hard can it be’, so I decided to give it a try,” the boy explained. “Best of all, no matter how bad it turns out, you’ll eat it and smile and tell me it was the best you ever had,” Austin added cheekily.
“Drat!” whispered Daniel to an ‘invisible’ friend. “He’s got me figured out already! Now what do I do?” he went on ‘worriedly’.
“You could try setting the table,” Austin suggested gleefully.
“Well, alright I guess. Just this once,” sighed Daniel, trying to sound like an exasperated eight year old, and succeeding in making Austin laugh.
A few minutes later Austin carried the skillet over to the table and divvied up the ‘vittles’ onto the plates Daniel had set for them. He put the skillet back on the stove to cool, and rejoined Daniel at the table, where they ‘dug in’.
“I think next time I won’t cook the eggs quite so long,” Austin commented when they were about halfway through the meal. “They’re a little tough,” he added apologetically.
“Best I ever had,” Daniel assured him with a smile, fulfilling Austin’s prophecy from a few minutes earlier. Austin gave him a dirty look, so Daniel amended his reply. “Not the best I ever tasted, you see,” he explained slowly. “But the best I ever had, since you cooked them for me. See?” he asked warmly. Austin’s mouth was full of food at that moment, so he couldn’t answer Daniel. Instead, he raised his right hand and made the sign-language symbol for “I love you”. Daniel smiled and used his free hand to return the sign.
Before they could continue their banter, they were interrupted by the doorbell chime. “It’s for you,” Daniel told Austin playfully. Still chewing, Austin popped to his feet and went to answer the door. There was a hushed conversation which lasted less than half a minute. Then Austin returned to the table with Jordan in tow.
“It followed me home!” he said with great amusement, waving one hand at the older boy. “Can I keep him, Mom? Pretty please?” Austin begged, borrowing from one of far too many old sitcoms to name.
“You’ll have to feed him and walk him, and clean up after him when he poops on the floor,” Daniel warned Austin, trying to sound serious, but not quite pulling it off.
“I’m house-trained,” Jordan announced, blushing in spite of himself.
“That’s what they all say!” Giggled Austin, gently pushing Jordan into his seat at the table. “Okay if Jordan eats with us, Danny?” he asked.
“Never let it be said I turned away a hungry boy,” Daniel grinned, nodding his consent.
“You finish mine while it’s still hot,” Austin told Jordan, pushing his plate over to his guest. “While I cook up a couple more,” he added, vanishing into the kitchen. Daniel found himself inexplicably proud of Austin’s generosity and selflessness.
“Hope you like your eggs well done,” Daniel advised Jordan with a smile and a wink.
“No problem,” Jordan assured him, nibbling on a sausage link. “Sorry I showed up in the middle of your breakfast,” he apologized, apparently worried that Daniel might resent the intrusion.
“Any friend of Austin’s is a friend of mine,” Daniel informed Jordan, amused by his use of the ancient cliché at long last. “And that means you don’t need an engraved invitation,” he added.
“That’s kind of what I thought you’d say,” Jordan admitted, sampling the fried egg Austin hadn’t eaten yet.
“So what are you doing out and about so early this morning?” Daniel asked between bites.
“Saw the boat was still at your place,” Jordan explained. “And I guessed you guys were probably going to clean it up before you take it back to your friend,” the boy continued. “Thought I’d pitch in and help you guys, since I helped mess it up yesterday,” Jordan shrugged.
“Thanks,” smiled Daniel, impressed that Jordan would voluntarily put himself into the cleanup effort. “It will certainly get done quicker with three of us,” Daniel added, shoveling more sausage into his mouth.
“Anyone want more fried chicken embryos?” Austin giggled, marching over to the table with a plate of fresh eggs and sausages. “Or pig in a tube?” he added with amusement.
“Me!” said Daniel and Jordan at once. Austin looked taken aback at the notion that he might have to cook even more if he was to ever get any for himself.
“Gotcha!” grinned Daniel, pulling Austin down to sit with him. “You go ahead and eat something, and then we can flip Jordan to see who gets whatever is left over,” Daniel teased, loading his plate and putting it in front of Austin. “Can’t let my first-mate starve to death until after the boat is clean, right?” he went on, putting his arm around Austin’s shoulders.
“Did Jordan say he’s going to help clean the boat?” Austin asked, sprinkling salt and pepper on his new eggs.
“Yup,” Daniel nodded. “You think maybe he’s coming down with the flu or something? It just isn’t normal for a boy his age to volunteer to do work,” Daniel teased gleefully.
“Want me to go get the thermometer?” Austin asked, playing along with the ruse.
“Maybe you’d better,” Daniel replied, trying to sound serious.
“Okay, but the regular one got broke, remember?” Austin ‘reminded’ him, adding his own fictional twist to the teasing. “So the only one left is the rectal thermometer,” he ‘reminded’ Daniel impishly.
“No problem,” Daniel shrugged. “I’ll sit on him, so he can’t move, while you take his temperature!” Daniel added mischievously.
“You think so, huh?” Jordan replied, clearly aware he was being teased. “I’ll just let loose one of my patented super-farts, and then you’ll need a ladder and a pliers to pull that thermometer out of your ceiling!” Jordan retorted playfully. This image was apparently too much for Austin, who began to laugh, almost choking on his breakfast.
“Good one!” cheered Daniel, giving Jordan a grin and a nod. “There’s hope for you yet!” he added with amusement. Austin was still trying to get over his attack of the giggles, and declined to comment.
When the trio had all eaten their fill, they bussed their dirty plates to the kitchen sink. Austin added the cookware he had dirtied, and they left the whole mess to soak.
They spent the next hour and a half cleaning the Scimitar from bow to transom (stem to stern, if you prefer clichés), Jordan leaving his shirt and sneakers next to his bike in Daniel’s driveway. Daniel was reasonably impressed with the work ethic of the two younger boys, as well as the quality of their work, especially considering it wasn’t a ‘paying’ job.
Once the boat was clean enough to pass Daniel’s inspection, they loaded Jordan’s bicycle and Austin’s bicycle aboard the boat, locked up Daniel’s house, pulled up the anchor, and motored across the lake to the local marina. Daniel parked next to the gas pumps, and Austin and Jordan watched with interest as Daniel refueled the boat. Both boys seemed appalled by the amount of fuel they had burned yesterday, and Daniel had to explain that vee-eight engines, particularly vee-eights in boats, were notoriously ‘thirsty’ when it came to gasoline.
When the fuel tanks were full again, the boys followed Daniel up to the office where he used his debit card to pay for the gasoline. Daniel also purchased sodas and chocolate bars for each of them, explaining that the treats were their rewards for doing such a good job cleaning the boat.
After finishing their snacks, the trio climbed back aboard the Scimitar and roared across the Lake to Dave’s house, where Daniel managed to dock the boat with reasonable aplomb. He showed the boys how to correctly tie up the boat and then helped them get their bikes up onto the dock.
They wheeled their bikes up the dock, and across the yard to Dave’s garage. Daniel used a key on the boat’s key ring to open the garage, where his own bike had been secured by Dave the previous evening. Daniel locked up the garage, dropped the keys through the mail slot in Dave’s front door, and the trio mounted their bikes and raced back to Daniel’s house with the ‘loser’ having to make lunch for them. Daniel “threw” the race, allowing the two younger boys to beat him by a few seconds so that Austin would be able to entertain Jordan while Daniel was making their meal for them.
Since they had eaten a good breakfast, as well as snacks at the marina, Daniel kept lunch simple, fixing sandwiches and chicken soup, with potato chips for the side dish. While Daniel was preparing the meal, he eaves-dropped happily as Austin gave Jordan the ‘grand tour’ of Daniel’s entertainment system and movie collection in the living room.
After they had eaten lunch, the three of them tackled the accumulated dishes. Austin washed, Jordan dried, and Daniel stored each item in its proper location. With this team effort, the chore was completed in record time, making all of the participants happy.
When they were done cleaning up the kitchen, Daniel asked Austin what they should do for fun with the afternoon, since they had done nothing but work all morning. Austin suggested they should “search” the basement to see if they could find anything fun to do. Daniel knew what Austin was leading up to, and allowed that they should in fact ‘search’ the basement.
At the bottom of the stairs, Jordan had the same reaction as Tony and Joey had exhibited, much to Austin’s delight. Jordan knew Daniel had radio controlled models, of course, having seen Austin flying the Goose on Friday, and then hearing about Tony’s adventures with Austin’s electric helicopter on Saturday, and Joey’s adventures with the model cars on Sunday. What he had to see to believe was the sheer number of models Daniel had built, not to mention all the ones he was still building. Daniel’s main problem was deciding if it was more fun watching Jordan’s face as he explored the hobby basement, or if it was more fun watching Austin’s face as he watched Jordan’s face.
When Jordan had finished inspecting “the collection”, he had laundry list of questions for Daniel, several of which Austin fielded, since it was his little helicopter Jordan was enquiring about.
“Well, you dudes can chill out here in the basement if you want,” Daniel shrugged offhandedly. “But I am going to take my new attack jet over to the park and see if it flies as good as it looks!” Daniel stated.
“Jet?” asked Jordan in awe. “You have a jet?” he added.
“Of course. Doesn’t everyone?” Daniel teased mercilessly, enjoying Austin’s mirth at Jordan’s expense. “Okay, it isn’t a real jet,” Daniel admitted after a moment. “At least, not the kind with a kerosene burning turbine,” he clarified. “These are electric powered ducted-fans,” he explained, leading the boys into the laundry room. From the walk-in closet in the laundry room, Daniel requisitioned the sleek gray Air Force A-10 “Warthog” model.
“You been holdin’ out on me!” Austin accused, half in jest, as they helped Daniel carry the sections of the plane out to the work bench.
“A fellow’s gotta’ have SOME fun, right?” grinned Daniel. “You know how much I love watching your face at times like this?” he asked playfully, making Austin blush.
“If I didn’t know you guys weren’t related, I would bet my allowance that you were brothers,” Jordan stated enviously. Austin blushed harder, and smiled shyly, suddenly self conscious.
“Well, his real relatives leave a lot to be desired,” Daniel said as neutrally as he was able.
“I know,” Jordan nodded quietly. “I’ve met them a few times,” he added somberly. “Which is why I’m really happy that you and Austin are such good friends,” he finished brightly, giving them a genuine smile.
“I’ve gotten sort of attached to him, I suppose,” Daniel shrugged, now the self-conscious one. “But I hope you know that you’re my friend, too!” he admonished Jordan honestly.
“And Tony and Joey, too,” Austin added earnestly.
“Yes. Tony and Joey, too,” Daniel nodded, glad that Austin was looking out for the other two in their absence. Jordan nodded his agreement.
“So what kind of attack jet is this?” Austin asked, shifting the topic of conversation back to the vicious-looking model Daniel was preparing on the work bench. Daniel launched into a detailed history of the history of A-10 as he put the finishing touches on his new model. He then went on to tell the boys many of the details regarding the model itself. Both Austin and Jordan asked numerous questions, all of which Daniel answered patiently and in detail.
“Hey, Daniel. Would it be okay if I take my helicopter too? You can give me some more flying lessons while the batteries for your A-10 are re-charging!” Austin proposed eagerly, clearly wanting Jordan to see him fly his own ‘bird’.
“Absolutely,” Daniel smiled. “The more you practice, the better you’ll be able to fly!” he assured his loved boy. He turned to Jordan thoughtfully. “How about you, Jordan? Want to try your hand at piloting?” Daniel asked their guest.
“Heck, no,” Jordan protested. “I’d crash either of those in a heart-beat,” he added quickly.
“Maybe,” Daniel shrugged. “But I was actually thinking you could fly this trainer over here,” Daniel explained, plucking a small high-wing electric model from a nearby shelf. It looked like a cross between a Piper Cub and a Cessna Skyhawk, Daniel reflected. “It’s designed to be fairly slow and stable, and easy to control,” he added encouragingly. “And it’s real easy to fix, if something bad does happen to it,” he reassured the cute shaggy boy warmly.
“Go for it, Jordan!” Austin begged his pal eagerly. “He’s the best teacher ever!” Austin assured Jordan excitedly.
“You won’t be mad if I crash it on accident?” Jordan asked, apparently remembering the Monday when Daniel had punched Brad in the stomach.
“I won’t get angry. Scout’s Honor,” Daniel promised, raising his hand and making the scout hand-sign. “I won’t even get grumpy!” he grinned.
“Well, alright, then,” Jordan agreed finally. “As long as you do the take-offs and landings for me,” he added.
“Woo – hoo!!” Austin cheered, happily high-fiving Jordan and then Daniel. The trio quickly gathered up the radio controllers they would need, as well as the battery charger, and all of the battery packs Daniel owned for each of the three models. Austin packed all of these items into the field box under Daniel’s watchful eye, and then they carried the whole kit and caboodle out to the driveway.
Daniel divvied up the load evenly amongst the three of them, and made sure everything was securely loaded onto each of their bicycles. They locked up the garage and the house, and were soon pedaling down the road to ‘their’ park.
Fortunately the small pagoda at the park was unoccupied, so they had access to the electrical outlet for the battery charger, as well as the shade the roof offered. Daniel watched with pride as Austin ‘set up shop’ in the pagoda, hooking everything up the way Daniel had showed him the other two times they had used the park. Daniel was even more pleased by Austin’s efforts to make Jordan feel like he was part of the team, as he explained to the older boy what each piece of equipment was for and how it worked.
“So who’s going to fly first?” Jordan wondered, once the gear was all set up and ready to go.
“I suspect we better get Austin airborne first,” Daniel proposed. “If he stands around watching too long he might lose his nerve,” Daniel half teased.
“I’m Awesome Austin!” the blond boy retorted indignantly. “I never lose my nerve!” he added theatrically.
“He’s definitely not as shy as he was ten days ago,” Jordan commented to Daniel, acting as if Austin was not standing right there next to them.
“Yeah, he’s gotten a little cocky, for sure,” Daniel agreed nonchalantly, playing along with Jordan. “I’ll probably have to stop putting Prozac in his frosted flakes every morning,” Daniel sighed playfully.
Austin stuck out his tongue and blew them a raspberry before turning his back on them to load a battery pack into his model helicopter. Jordan motioned for Daniel to lean down closer to him so he could whisper to him. Daniel complied, keeping one eye on Austin as he did so. “I’m glad he’s not so shy any more,” Jordan told Daniel softly. “And he’s a lot happier than I’ve ever seen him before,” Jordan observed. “Thanks for lookin’ out for him Daniel. He really needed someone like you,” Jordan told him earnestly.
“Well, I think maybe I needed him, too,” Daniel admitted quietly. “He has definitely pulled me out of my rut and given me a new outlook on life.”
“When you’re done gossiping I’m ready for my flyin’ lesson!” Austin announced cheekily, favoring the duo with a salacious grin.
“Alright, then, smarty-pants,” chuckled Daniel. “Let’s see if you can fly as good as you wise-crack!” he challenged his loved boy gleefully. Austin gave them another ‘one-tongue’ salute, and then explained to Jordan where he needed to stand while the chopper was airborne, including the stipulation that he shouldn’t talk during the flight, either. Daniel explained that it was too easy to crash if you were distracted while flying helicopters, and Jordan nodded his agreement to adhere to the rules.
Austin’s first flight was not nearly as smooth as the last few he had flown on Saturday, and Daniel had to remind him that it had been three days since he last flew.
Austin’s second flight was noticeably better than the first, to Daniel’s relief. He knew how much Austin wanted to look good in front of his older friend, and understood completely.
When Austin finally landed the helicopter, Jordan made numerous comments on various parts of Austin’s flight, all of them positive and constructive. Daniel added a few of his own, also positive and constructive.
“Now it’s Jordan’s turn, right?” Austin suggested, as he plugged the helicopter’s battery packs into the battery charger in the pagoda.
“Well, actually, I’m thinking I should fly the A-10 next,” Daniel said. “That way Jordan can stand next to me and see how I’m moving the sticks on the radio, while I’m explaining what I’m doing, and how it affects the model’s flight path,” Daniel explained, before Austin could protest. “Like I did for you with the Goose on Friday,” he added pointedly.
“Yeah, I guess that’s a good idea,” Austin agreed after a moment.
“Definitely!” Jordan nodded, clearly glad he was going to get some guidance before having to take to the air. So he and Austin watched as Daniel showed them how the wings attached to the fuselage of the twin electric ducted fan jet plane. After the wings were installed, Daniel inserted a charged battery pack into the battery compartment near the model’s nose. With the radio on, he showed Jordan how the control surfaces moved, and how they controlled the flight path of the plane. Austin eagerly injected his own comments whenever he could, obviously wanting to show his older friend that he too knew what these control surfaces were for. Daniel was pleased that Jordan didn’t seem to mind Austin’s input, and acted as though he was just as interested in Austin’s ideas as he was in Daniel’s.
Finally Daniel throttled up the twin fan units and flung the model plane skyward, his hand dropping quickly to the transmitter as soon as the plane was airborne. He flew conservatively at first, since it was the first flight for this model, and he needed some time to learn its limitations. But after a few minutes he gradually grew more daring, and made several high speed ‘strafing runs’ at low altitude, simulating a ground attack. As he flew, he kept up a steady stream of commentary, explaining to the two younger boys what he was doing with the control sticks on the radio, and why.
After about six and a half minutes the nickel metal hydride battery finally went ‘flat’, letting Daniel know it was time to land the plane. He throttled back and lined up for the ‘runway’, silently bemoaning the fact that the “park flyer” model was too small and light to have flaps (like his Goose did.) He narrated to Jordan and Austin how he was balancing air speed and throttle setting to manage the descent rate of the plane, easing the nose of the model up as it neared the turf of the park. Just as the fuselage began to touch the longest blades of grass, Daniel pulled the throttle stick all the way back, stopping the fans so they would not suck in any dirt or other foreign objects. The model settled onto the grass and skidded to a relatively smooth stop.
“Frick’in awesome!” Austin congratulated him joyfully as the trio walked over and retrieved the jet.
“Wicked!” Jordan commented, almost as excited as Austin was. “We need a toy tank, so you’ll have a target to aim for!” he added enthusiastically, as the carried the A-10 back to the pagoda to put in a fresh battery pack.
“With some fire crackers in it!” Austin enthused eagerly, running with Jordan’s idea. “So we can make it explode right after the A-10 pulls up and climbs out!” he narrated with a huge grin.
“And shoot video of the whole thing, to put up on You-Tube!” Jordan added, getting into the spirit of the idea.
“And for theme music, we can use the sound-track from ‘Top Gun’!” Daniel added, willingly joining in the fun.
“What’s ‘Top Gun’?” Austin asked, looking confused, while Jordan looked amused.
“A killer movie about Navy pilots who fly F-14 Tomcats from aircraft carriers,” Daniel explained, not wanting to go into great detail. “Want to watch it after dinner tonight?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“Heck, yeah!” Austin exclaimed. “Sounds cool!”
“It is! I’ve seen it twice,” Jordan assured Austin, as Daniel prepared to launch the A-10 again. Jordan and Austin grew silent once Daniel launched the plane again, Jordan listening attentively and watching carefully as Daniel continued to explain many of the important details of flying radio controlled model planes. Daniel was careful to explain how the A-10 was similar to the trainer Jordan was going to fly, as well as how the two planes would differ.
When the second battery pack was expended, and Daniel had once again landed the A-10, he put the jet aside in the shade of the pagoda and pulled out the trainer. Jordan and Austin watched and listened as Daniel installed a battery in the plane, and then put the wings on. He connected the umbilical cord from the buddy box to the transmitter, while Austin explained the operation of the buddy box system to Jordan.
With all systems tested, Daniel had Jordan put his fingers on the sticks of the buddy box, and then throttled up and launched the plane skyward. As soon as he had it flying straight and level, he pressed the button on his transmitter which enabled the buddy box, telling Jordan that he was now in control. Nervously Jordan guided the model along the straight section of an imaginary oval shaped flight pattern, with Daniel guiding his movements verbally. About half way through the first turn, Jordan allowed the nose of the trainer to get a little too low, and the plane began to descend. Jordan pulled back on the elevator control, but he over-corrected and the nose came up too far, too fast, and the trainer threatened to stall. Jordan cursed softly in frustration.
“I’ve got it,” Daniel said reassuringly, releasing the button on his transmitter and getting the model back to straight and level again. As soon as it was back on the ‘straightaway’ part of the imaginary oval, Daniel immediately hit the button again. “You’ve got it now, Jordan,” he told the boy, before Jordan could lose his nerve or protest. Jordan took over again, but immediately began to waffle.
“Maybe you should take it back, Daniel,” he hedged. “I’m not doin’ so good at this,” he added.
“You are doing a good job,” Daniel assured him firmly. “The first time is always the hardest. You’re doing just fine now, see?” he pointed out calmly.
“Yeah, but in a few seconds here I’m gonna’ hafta’ turn again,” Jordan moaned.
“I’ll talk you through it,” Daniel assured him. “Just relax and keep your eyes on the plane,” he urged him.
Jordan’s second attempt at turning the model plane was still not what you could call beautiful, but at least Daniel didn’t have to take control. Jordan’s confidence seemed to rise a bit. The third turn looked even more presentable, and Jordan’s optimism increased even more. With each successful turn, his coordination improved a bit more, and as his performance improved, his anxiety level gradually decreased over the next five or six minutes.
“Okay, I’m taking over now,” Daniel advised Jordan, releasing the button again as he resumed control of the plane.
“Whuffo?” Jordan wondered. “Did I screw up?” he asked worriedly.
“Nope, not at all,” Daniel assured him with a smile. “But the battery pack just went flat, so I’m going to land it while the radio system still has enough juice to maintain control” he explained, as he lined up for final approach to their turf runway.
“Oh, crap,” Jordan commented. “I didn’t even notice,” he added with embarrassment, as the small model glided down and landed on the grass.
“Cause you were havin’ too much fun!” Austin smiled, patting Jordan on the back. “And that’s the whole point, right?” the blond boy reminded him happily.
“Yeah!” Jordan agreed. “That was super!” he admitted, as they collected the model and returned to the pagoda for a fresh battery pack.
“Told you!” teased Daniel, thrilled that their guest had been able to fly successfully (without crashing). They quickly replaced the spent battery, and Jordan was soon engrossed in his second flying lesson of the day.
And so went the afternoon, the trio taking turns flying their models, each of them learning while they were having fun. Daniel was secretly amazed that the three of them were able to function as a unit without one of them feeling like the “odd man out”, marveling at the way each of them kept up a running dialog with both of the other two friends.
“Well, troops, it’s getting late. We should probably pack up our ‘doo-doo’ and head for the hangar,” Daniel suggested, noticing the time.
“Yeah,” Austin agreed. “I’m ready for a siesta!” he joked, helping Daniel gather up the models, radio controllers, and battery packs while Jordan did his best to help.
Soon they had all of the paraphernalia packed up, and they then pedaled back to Daniel’s house, the two younger boys chatting animatedly about their numerous ‘near-misses’. Daniel was glad to see that Jordan was able to talk about his mistakes without the self incrimination he had displayed during his first flying lesson.
Back at the house, the trio lugged all of the equipment back down to Daniel’s shop in the basement and arranged it on the workbench. Austin plugged all of the battery packs into the big ‘trickle charger’ (under Daniel’s watchful eye) so they could slow-charge over night to ‘condition’ them. With all of this accomplished, they went back upstairs.
“So what do we eat for dinner?” Daniel wondered thoughtfully.
“Dinner? What time is it? I’m under strict orders to be home in time for supper,” Jordan informed them in a worried tone of voice.
“It’s five thirty,” Daniel informed Jordan, checking the digital clock on the microwave oven nearby.
“Oh, brother! If I ride like lightning I should just make it home with a minute to spare!” Jordan supposed. “Thanks for breakfast and lunch, Daniel. And the flying lessons! And you, Austin, for sharing him with me!” he added with a grin.
“You’re always welcome,” Daniel smiled, as he and Austin followed Jordan out to his bike.
“Ditto!” chuckled Austin playfully.
“Cool,” Jordan grinned, straddling his bicycle. “See you around,” he added, mounting the pedals of his bike.
“Thank You! Come again!” Daniel quipped, trying to sound like the character on “the Simpson’s” who runs the “Quickie Mart”. He and Austin waved as Jordan swung his bike around and raced down the driveway. As soon as Jordan turned onto the road and was out of sight, Daniel felt Austin’s arm slide around his waist and hug him tightly. Daniel put his arm around Austin, scooped him up in his arms like a toddler, and carried him back into the house, nudging the door closed behind them.
“So,” Daniel mused, carrying his boy into the kitchen. “What are we going to do about dinner for us?”
“Something super easy,” Austin proposed. “I’m wore out after cleaning the boat all morning, and flyin’ all afternoon,” he announced.
“Me too,” Daniel agreed, nudging open the freezer door. “Flying isn’t physical effort, but concentrating that long and that hard is just as exhausting,” Daniel agreed. “Not to mention stressing out from the constant worry about Jordan wrecking my favorite trainer,” he teased gently.
Austin scowled. “Which reminds me,” he said thoughtfully, before pulling Daniel’s face down and kissing him deeply and passionately.
“What was that for?” Daniel asked gently when Austin finally released his lip-lock on him.
“That’s my ‘thank you’ for being so nice and patient and understanding with my friends,” Austin whispered, his eyes glistening. Daniel hugged him close and kissed both of his cheeks tenderly.
“You are very, very welcome, dearest Austin,” Daniel whispered, inhaling the unique scent that was Austin’s alone.
Eventually they surveyed the contents of the freezer.
“Let’s eat those TV dinners I picked out,” Austin requested.
“Your wish is my command, Prince Austin,” Daniel agreed playfully, pulling the boxes out of the freezer after setting his boy down on his own two feet again.
Austin fired up the oven to pre-heat, and Daniel arranged the dinners on a cookie sheet, and folded back the aluminum foil over the side dishes what needed to be open to the heat directly.
“You better go see if you can find ‘Top Gun’,” Daniel suggested. “Unless you’ve changed your mind?” he wondered out loud.
“Nope!” giggled Austin, watching Daniel slide the cookie sheet into the oven. “I gots to see this movie, now that you got me all curious about it!” the boy teased, heading for the shelves which contained Daniel’s movies. He returned no more than two minutes later. “Movie is loaded and waiting for us,” Austin quipped happily, grabbing Daniel’s hand.
“The timer is set, Prince Austin. We may now retire to the Royal theater!” Daniel assured him haughtily.
“Carry me, my lowly servant!” Austin ordered cheekily.
“As you wish, my blond Prince,” Daniel bowed, before scooping Austin up in his arms and marching towards the sofa. He sat down, still holding Austin in his arms, and wriggled around until he was comfy. Finally he used the remote to turn off the lights and start the movie.
Austin happily snuggled down in Daniel’s lap until he too was comfortable, and then fumbled around for both Daniel’s hands, which he placed on his own tummy. Daniel kissed the top of Austin’s head, and obediently allowed his finger tips to slowly stroke and pet the smooth skin of Austin’s chest and tummy. Austin’s soft sighs of pleasure and occasional shivers made it clear that Daniel was doing it just the way Austin liked it.
Forty five minutes later they ‘paused’ the movie when the timer went off in the kitchen. Austin set up two TV trays, while Daniel requisitioned the TV dinners, as well as forks, napkins, and two tall glasses of milk from the kitchen. They plopped down side by side and ‘un-paused’ the movie, giving their dinners a good ten minutes to cool off before ‘chowing down’.
When they were done eating, Austin promptly climbed back into Daniel’s lap, and Daniel willingly resumed using his finger tips to lightly stroke Austin’s smooth chest and tummy.
“That’s a pretty good movie” Austin announced, when the credits finally scrolled down the screen. “Except for all the mushy stuff,” he added.
“Oh, I don’t know,” teased Daniel. “I kind of like the mushy stuff.” Austin looked at him disbelievingly. “Really,” Daniel insisted. “The trick is to make believe it’s you and me, instead of the actor and actress people,” he explained. Austin’s face slowly lit up as he pondered the idea.
“Yeah,” he said coyly. “That could work,” the boy nodded. “Shall we migrate to your bed, maybe?” he asked rhetorically.
“Affirmative, Ghost Rider, the pattern will soon be full,” Daniel quoted, paraphrasing a line from the movie as he used the remote to shut off the entertainment system.
Austin sprinted down the hallway to the bedroom, Daniel following behind, turning out lights as he went. When he reached his room, he found his boy spread-eagled on the bed. Austin stretched luxuriously, illuminated only by the yellowish beam of light leaking from the open bathroom door. Austin had discarded his shorts and briefs along the way, and his pale, nearly four inch penis was already completely stiff, throbbing steadily in time with the beating of his heart.
Daniel silently dropped his own short pants and briefs and stepped out of them, his own tool stiffening rapidly at the sight of Austin’s stiffie.
“Is it okay if I do you in the butt, Danny?” Austin whispered softly, his teeth clicking with lustful excitement.
“Anything you desire, my beautiful blond Master,” Whispered Daniel with a loving smile. Austin opened the drawer of the bedside table and removed the tube of K-Y jelly, rolling off of the mattress nimbly to make room for Daniel.
“You want me on all fours, or on my back like last time?” he asked his beloved horny boy, gently stroking Austin’s soft mushroom cap of hair.
“On your back, please!” Austin lisped, shivering. “I like that way so we can kiss while we’re making it,” Austin confessed, removing the cap from the tube of K-Y. Daniel found a used towel in the little pile of laundry near the bathroom door, and spread it out on the sheet. Toying with Austin, Daniel very slowly lay down on the towel, with his rectum at the very edge of the mattress, before finally pulling his knees almost up to his shoulders.
Austin squirted out some of the lubricant onto his finger and impatiently applied the gel first to the rose bud surrounding Daniel’s butt hole, and then up inside the older boy’s canal. Daniel could tell how horny Austin was, as the boy was taking no pains to hide his eagerness.
Apparently satisfied with his work, Austin grinned at Daniel and proceeded to hastily lube his throbbing penis, clearly in a hurry to ‘get it on’. In a few seconds Austin’s hardened penis was glistening with a slick coating of K-Y, the boy tugging back his foreskin to make sure he hadn’t missed any portion of his thick, nearly four inch shaft.
Austin tossed the tube of K-Y onto the bedside table without turning his attention away from Daniel’s anus. Quickly positioning himself, Austin spread his feet further apart until his erection was at the same altitude as Daniel’s hiney-hole. He put one hand on Daniel’s thigh, and used the other to guide his flushed penis towards Daniel’s canal.
“Ready, Danny!” Austin chattered eagerly, making eye contact with his beloved teen.
“Go for it, Austin!” urged Daniel, catching Austin’s lust, now wanting it as much as the younger boy did. Austin moved himself forward, and Daniel felt the tip of the boy’s penis press against his opening. Austin shoved firmly, and both boys gasped as Daniel’s sphincter suddenly dilated to admit Austin’s rigid hard-on. Both boys moaned with pleasure as the head of Austin’s cock popped into Daniel’s hot, tight canal.
Panting now, Austin increased the pressure, watching passionately as his streamlined penis quickly disappeared into Daniel’s hole. He groaned softly when the full length of his rock-hard stiffie sank all the way inside of Daniel’s rear end. “Oh, shit! Oh, yes!” he moaned lustfully, his flat, well sculpted chest already starting to glisten with sweat. Austin clamped his teeth together and gripped Daniel’s hips with both hands.
Slowly at first, in spite of his lust, Austin began rhythmically pumping his hardened penis into Daniel’s steaming canal, his panting timed almost perfectly to his strokes. Daniel watched lustfully as his beloved blond boy hungrily made love to him, his gorgeous blue eyes steadily locked onto Daniel’s as he pumped faster and faster.
Austin continued to gain speed rapidly for about a minute, his panting no longer synchronized with his thrusting. “I gotta’ do it Danny!” he sobbed to Daniel after another thirty seconds or so, his lust apparently too strong to resist any longer.
“Go for it, Austin!” Daniel urged him excitedly. “Blow your load inside me!” he begged his lover lustfully. Austin clamped his lips between his teeth and doubled his efforts, the perimeter of his bowl-cut hair visibly damp with the sweat of his efforts.
“Oh, Danny!” whimpered Austin a few seconds later. “Fuck, yes!” he groaned, arching his back and throwing back his head as he passed the point of no return. He made two more thrusts, then sank his erection in all of the way as his lithe body began to buck with his pleasure. Austin held his breath as his stiffie throbbed spastically deep inside Daniel’s steaming canal: Daniel could even feel Austin’s cock throb each time it fired another load of thin, juvenile semen into his anus.
“I love you, Austin!” Daniel gasped as Austin squirmed in the ecstasy of his climax. “Give me all you’ve got, Austin!” he begged, reveling in his young partner’s ecstasy. “Oh, yes, Austin!” he moaned, as Austin’s spurts grew further and further apart, and also less and less powerful.
Eventually Austin let his breath out in a long sigh, collapsing forward onto Daniel’s chest, completely spent. Austin lifted his groin enough to remove his slowly softening penis from Daniel’s canal, letting Daniel lower his legs and relax his cramping leg muscles. Austin slid up Daniel’s chest, their bodies slick with sweat, until his face was nestled against the side of Daniel’s neck. Daniel had already begun using his hands to tenderly stroke Austin’s sweaty back and damp hair tenderly. “I love you so much, Danny,” Austin sighed hoarsely, his fingers playing with Daniel’s left ear lobe.
“And I love you, too, Austin,” Daniel assured him softly, continuing his gentle backrub for the one he loved so completely and totally. “So very, very much, dear Austin.” Austin lay panting on Daniel’s chest for a couple minutes, his breathing gradually slowing down to normal. After a few minutes Daniel decided they should get cleaned up a little.
“Hey, Prince Austin,” he whispered softly, kissing the top of Austin’s head, reveling in his unique scent, which was amplified by the boy’s perspiration. When Austin didn’t answer, Daniel realized his adorable loved-boy had once again fallen asleep lying on his chest. He never even considered waking him, promptly deciding there was no real need. They would sleep perfectly fine just the way they were, and they needed to put on fresh sheets tomorrow anyhow, he reasoned. He managed to gently fumble the top sheet into place over them, determined to keep his sweaty lover from catching a chill. With this accomplished, he kissed the top of Austin’s head again, and then lay back, completely happy, and allowed sleep to take him away.
End of part nine. Please return next time for part ten !
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