“So, what are you up to down here?” Kevin asked, his expression soft and hands sitting casually in his pockets. He walked closer, eyes switching from the shadowy trickles of sun and dark from the leaves above that painted Nick’s hair and face, to the pieces of plywood and 2x4's Nick crouched over.

“Oh, I don’t know...” After standing up, Nick lifted his arm, hammer still in hand, and brushed the lock of light wispy hair that had draped across his forehead. It didn’t matter much, as surely in the light breeze the golden softness would continue to stir and another portion of bangs would fall into his eyes. “I’m just kinda...” He took in a breath to sigh it out in contemplation. “I had a little idea. I wanted to try and build it. It’s just a little...nothing.”

“Why out here?” Kevin asked, near Nick now and examining Nick’s work so far.

Nick shrugged. “I like the shade...and how it’s down the hill, private, and-” Twisting his body towards the patch where the trees in this little forest parted, drawn open like a curtain to give access to the sparkling water, he shielded his eyes to gaze. “I like to see the pond. And I like how there’s nothing but trees on the other side. It’s like nobody even knows this place exists.”

“But I do...” After turning to view the water as Nick did, Kevin smiled and placed a hand on Nick’s shirtless shoulder.

“Only because you heard me hammering.”

“And because I saw you go down the path. You were just startin’ to haul your things down, a couple boards under your arms and that big utility belt filled only with your hammer and nails, saggin’ your pants. You looked about 5 years old,” Kevin mused. “Trying to imitate Daddy.”

Bashfully, Nick smiled. It was the truth and he knew it. “I’m just trying something,” he shyly replied, tilting his head as if to hide his smile.

“You need some help with anything?”

Again, Nick shrugged, a move he regretted as it caused Kevin to lift his warm hand from the shoulder it securely held. They turned back to the wood. “I don’t really even know what I’m doing. Just figuring it out as it comes to me.”

“You know, my dad was a carpenter.”

“Yes. What don’t I know about you?” Nick pointed out with a grin.

“Well that wasn’t my point. I’m just saying I could help you out with...whatever your goal is, whatever you want to become of it, I can help you get it there.”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess.”

“Now tell me what you’re tryin’ for.”

Nick turned back to his pile of wood, and scratched the back of his head. “Um...I wanted to do...” He paused for moment or two, biting his lip, then ended it all with a sigh. “I wanted to make it whatever it turns out to be.” Without another word, Nick tucked his hammer into the loop then unbuckled his utility belt and tossed it to the side. Though the belt was gone now, his pants still sagged to reveal the, actually rather alluring, crack of his butt.

Kevin didn’t question Nick’s action and figured Nick just needed a little time to think. And Kevin would simply be there to help him. First, a question desired to be asked. “Why do you have your shirt off?” Kevin asked, inspecting the creamy, but lightly tanned texture of Nick’s back and shoulders.

“Why not?” Nick replied, watching the leaves of a tree flutter in the wind.

“Are you cold?” Kevin asked, his index finger lightly tickling down Nick’s spine. Nick shivered.

“Kind of, I guess. But I like the breeze. It feels good.”

“Makes your nipples tingle,” Kevin replied. Nick felt Kevin’s breath on his shoulder.

“What?” Nick laughed in quieted surprise.

“Doesn’t it?” Kevin calmly replied, his fingers now touching a tattoo.

“Well, yeah, I guess...” Nick softly admitted.

“So, you want to build things with a tree, like onto a tree, perhaps as a tree fort or something?” Standing directly behind Nick now, he craftily pulled himself closer and casually placed his hand on Nick’s hip.

“What are you doing?” Nick mildly asked.

“Nothing,” Kevin whispered, his nose brushing Nick’s shoulder. “When did you last bathe?”

“This morning,” Nick replied, insulted.

“What did you use? It smells so good. And you’ve been out here for—how long?—and you’re not sweaty...you’re so soft and clean...you just smell...lovely.”

“Oh.” Nick smiled. “Thanks. I think... The shade helps though, and the wind. I feel clean. I am clean. I like this.”

Kevin inhaled deeply and Nick felt the rush of air pulled in through the nose that pressed into his back, smelling him again.

“And the smell...it’s this coconut stuff. I love it.”

“I do, too... It’s like...consoling.”

Nick smirked. “Yeah, part of why I took my shirt off. Besides how good the breeze feels, I like to smell myself.”

“I like to smell you.”

“I think that’s the first time you’ve ever said that.”

A light chuckle emitted in a heavy quick bust of air against Nick’s back. “You’ve never been quite so appealing before.”

Slyly, Kevin’s hand reached around and his finger seductively brushed one of those nipples he’d spoken of earlier.

“Let me touch you.”

“You already are.”

“Mmm, sh, sh, sh,” Kevin muttered, pulling Nick’s chin towards him. “I want to feel you,” he whispered, his eyes ablaze with seductive sincerity.

“What kind of feel?” Nick softly asked, his eyes averted.

“What do you think?” Kevin plainly replied, lightly touching his lips to Nick’s.

“You want me?” Nick coyly asked.

“All of you,” Kevin purred. His tongue cunningly flicked out, wetting Nick’s lip.

“Really? Now?”

“Just...sh,” Kevin replied, pressing his lips to Nick’s and reaching around front to take Nick’s hand.

“Okay,” Nick naively answered.

“You’re a very beautiful boy, Nick.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are. You know you are. They all think it.”

“They’re all wrong. If they knew me they wouldn’t.”

“But I know you. And I see more than they ever could. I see all the more reasons to adore you.” A dull pressure filled Nick’s chest. His heart didn’t know how to handle Kevin’s words. For so long Nick received so many compliments, most of which were forced to be dismissed. They didn’t know him. But Kevin’s were different. Kevin’s meant so much more. Kevin’s were real, because Kevin was real. Kevin didn’t see the image, or something false or made up that he wanted to be there, like so many girls did. Kevin knew him. As none of those girls ever could imagine.

“But...” Nick softly began. “You are. Everything about you is perfect.”

“Oh, Nick, you know I’m not perfect.”

“I know everything about you. I see all of you, too. I know all of your faults. ‘Nd even with that—physically—you are perfect. Even your voice. And, I mean, sometimes...” He staled, not knowing if he should say what he wanted to. An admission like this could change things...but maybe change could be so good. “Like...when you’re close to me, touching me or talking to me or whatever... Sometimes my belly just like...trembles. Deep down inside. That rollercoaster feeling, you know? And...” He paused to steady his shaky breaths and consider his further words. “I’m so scared ‘cause it feels so good.”

Gently, Kevin’s eyes probed into Nick’s, soft in understanding, his face with the tiniest hint of a smile. “You know...I do love you more than the rest of them, than the fellas. You’re so different now. You’ve come from such a scrawny little unappealing boy to...such a beautiful one.”

“You mean that?” Nick asked, his cliché words causing him to appear just as that little boy. Except this boy was far from scrawny, and certainly far from unappealing.

“I wouldn’t lie.” Kevin’s hand slipped from Nick’s hip, down the white wrinkles of Nick’s jeans to firmly grip the curve of Nick’s butt. “Let me love you more. None of them will ever know. You won’t have to worry. We’ll just be here...” Kevin released Nick’s chin, letting Nick’s head turn straight again and rested his own on Nick’s shoulder. “...feeling each other,” he finished, whispering in Nick’s ear.

Sensing Nick’s insecurity and uncertainty, Kevin went on. “Aren’t you at least a little turned on?” The hand that previously held Nick’s chin slipped down Nick’s soft stomach, the fingers now caressing the small gap between Nick’s jeans and his pubic bone.

Nick’s breath shuddered, the feel of that spongy mass of genitals pressing firmly at his butt making that roller coaster feeling do loops inside his stomach. He nodded. “Yeah.”

“I simply love you different from them. And ours can be more special, you know? Closer.” And, with this last word, he wrapped himself around Nick, tight with his back. Such a secure hold. Such a secure, safe feeling. “Just for a little while,” Kevin whispered, the breath of his words tickling Nick’s ear. Another pleasantly soothing feeling. “And you like the breeze on your naked skin up here, right? So why not the rest? To be free, to feel the breeze brush the area that rarely gets such freeness and such a feeling.”

“And what else is rare...” Nick softly began. Kevin’s confusion grunted softly in his ear. “To feel you.” The contact...he liked it so much. Nick had never really felt good. Not like this.

“Pull down your pants.”

A deep breath pulled in Nick’s parted lips. “What?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“Yeah, but...”

“Sh-sh-sh,” Kevin affectionately shushed, cupping Nick’s crotch, his fingers tucking under it. “Do you need some help?” Kevin asked, his free hand fumbling with the button.

Stunned, Nick nodded. He didn’t feel the need to object even though, obviously, he didn’t need help.

Kevin’s fingers pulled at the fabric, at the clothed bulge, rubbing generously with a few sly kisses planting themselves on Nick’s smooth neck. He didn’t hurry to release Nick from his pants, as they both thoroughly enjoyed the position they currently held. Each other so close and Kevin’s hand so firm and tender cupping and massaging and moving the growing lump. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” Kevin asked, his voice slow, deep, and smooth.

Eyes closed, Nick nodded, the wind blowing a few strands of those golden blond hairs wispily back across his forehead. “What will we do?”

“Touch. Everywhere.” Finally, he took both edges of Nick’s pants in his hands and pulled the two together to unhook the metal button from the loop. “Don’t you want that?”

Looking down to Kevin’s hands, once more he nodded. “I want that.”

As Nick’s pants lowered to the ground, so did Kevin, gradually sinking to his knees.

Kevin’s hand touched the inside of Nick’s leg.

Nick jerked a little.

That hand’s light touch stiffened and cupped Nick’s inner thigh, to slowly travel upwards. It caught on the curve between Nick’s legs, pushing his underwear up.

Kevin’s hand was between Nick’s legs. It kneaded the sensitive skin a bit, his thumb almost touching Nick’s asshole through the thin fabric, and Nick was pretty sure Kevin’s fingers even grazed his balls.

Fear and arousal...such surprisingly similar feelings. Nick had the same feeling in his belly, that rollercoaster feeling he had told Kevin about, like when anticipating the long scary drop. But this feeling was much more intense than that. It felt like actually falling. He had the tickling petrified thrill in his stomach but also in his crotch. He was petrified. And pretty sure his dick was, too. He was scared, too afraid to move or touch himself, but completely willing to let Kevin touch away and rid Nick of his only protection.

He felt fingers squeezing and manipulating the fleshy round softness of his ass. Then lips and kissing sounds. And shivers tickled him. The breeze brushed his naked crotch and Kevin’s lips brushed his just as bare butt, content as could be. Consumed in Nick.

Memories of all the times Nick had told Kevin to kiss his butt vaguely floated through his mind as those fingers continued to work the softness and the lips to taste him. Under such pleasure, the thoughts couldn’t linger long.

Nick had thought about being with a man before. A little. He had thought about being with Brian. Even AJ. Wondering. Fantasizing. Getting over it. Kevin seemed so very far away, though. Still, that didn’t mean Nick did not want him. And no thrill currently matched that of being wanted by Kevin.

“Turn around, Nick,” Kevin instructed, his deep voice calmly kind. His gentle hands guided Nick’s hips until Nick’s embarrassment, following along with this rotation, was displayed directly in front of him. Part of Nick wished he could make it go away. Kevin had barely touched him and he was just as hard as if he had been stroking it naked for a good ten minutes or so. It wasn’t right that Kevin should arouse him so much, so easily. Kevin would get a kick out of that, how easy Nick was, as Nick was sure Kevin probably was getting that kick.

Soon though, Kevin’s arousing fingers touched that naked penis and Nick genuinely had to keep from moaning. He felt a pleasurable surge drive through his crotch and faintly thrust into it. He wished he hadn’t done that, either.

Now Nick watched Kevin on his knees, examining all that was private. Touching and caressing. Squeezing and holding. The gentle coolness of his breath just barely grazing and then his tongue...licking... “Oh god,” Nick reluctantly moaned. He didn’t want to respond, he didn’t want to supply Kevin with more knowledge of how intoxicated Kevin had made him and how easily Kevin could push him over the edge.

Even though he didn’t want to respond, he wasn’t sure how to anyway. He had never had Kevin on his knees in front of him before.

Kevin’s hand found the inside of Nick’s thigh again and his mouth found more of Nick.

Nick whimpered.

A long deep moan vibrated through Kevin’s lips.

Nick cried a moan strangled by fear, positive he would pass out if Kevin did it again.

He kind of thought maybe he really wanted Kevin to do it again.

He whispered, but it refused to come out as an audible word.

He tried to speak again but the loss of lips below his waist choosing to kiss his belly above distracted him. “Lie down,” that still vibrating voice said.

Nick slowly nodded, his mouth hanging open and expression vacant.

Kevin smiled.

Hands held Nick’s, supporting his weight as he sat, his pants and underwear still tangled around the ankles of his shoed feet. His butt met the long soft strings of grass and he was glad to be down. He was glad to have Kevin above him.

Kevin encouraged him to lie back, and Nick kept his eyes on Kevin as he did without the slightest objection. And on his back he still watched Kevin, looking forward to all that would come next. His ankles were still locked together by his white jeans, pulled up a bit for his legs to be spread so openly.

His penis throbbed, anticipating Kevin’s return. As Kevin made a move to, placing his hands at the sides of Nick’s hips, Nick’s whisper finally broke through. “Take off yours, too,” he quietly requested with hidden eagerness.

“Yes, Sir,” Kevin replied with an amused smirk and rolled back to sit on his feet. Though the sight of Kevin peeling of his shirt was rather alluring, Nick’s gaze stayed on Kevin’s clothed crotch. He could see a bulge--but Kevin often tended to have a bulge--Nick wanted to see if Kevin was as turned on as he was.

Finally the pants. Oh god finally. Kevin’s large fingers untucked the button and slid down the zipper. Nick hoped Kevin wouldn’t be teasing and wait to remove his underwear. Within the next moment Kevin’s thumbs tucked inside the waistbands and he leaned forward, sliding it all from his hips. He kept his ankles clothed as Nick did, now bare from his calves up. He crawled forwards a little.

Nick still watched Kevin’s penis, forgetting he needed to breathe.

Kevin then started touching that penis, knowing Nick watched him, to make it harder, as its released from the constricted confines of his pants left more room for blood to flow and in turn him not as hard as he could be.

“Wait. ...Don’t.” Nick sat cautiously sat up, reaching his hand out. “Can I...Can I try it?” He wondered if it would feel as good for Kevin as Kevin’s touch was for him. If he could make Kevin so much harder.

“Yes,” Kevin evenly replied.

Nick’s fingers neared it, shallow breaths moving heavily through his nostrils. He tried to slow his heart. When Kevin’s hand clasped around the back of his, Nick’s heart just about stopped completely. He looked up to find Kevin’s eyes reassuring him.

Nick breathed again.

Kevin’s fingers felt surprisingly tender and warm, curled around Nick’s as they pulled. Kevin lifted it to his lips, pressed Nick’s palm there for a moment, then spit. He gently guided it back down until Nick felt this intense warmth, intense heat, Nick was sure he could feel it even before he touched. Then Kevin let go. Nick wanted to stop. He really did--it was of Nick’s own choice now. If Kevin knew Nick wanted to touch his--

“That feels so good, Nick.”

“Re-” Nick began, but stopped. That would just be stupid to say. He wished he didn’t blush.

Clearly reacting to Nick’s touch, Kevin did get harder, growing beneath Nick’s fingers. The pressure in Nick’s own crotch swelled, too. He hadn’t thought it could, he was already so hard, but now its sensitivity had increased so much it felt like each little brush of wind held ten thousand tiny fingers, each caressing him in everyplace they could reach.

He hoped Kevin felt like that, too. Or at least that his touch matched even remotely to Kevin’s.

Nick tried a little technique on Kevin, something very subtle he’d often used on himself, trying to do it in this backwards position as best he could.

“Yeah...do that again,” Kevin’s voice shuddered, full with pleasure.

Nick tried not to smile and obeyed.

“Oh shit yes.” Suddenly Kevin was against him, Kevin’s entire chest leaning into Nick’s.

Kevin’s breath was a little heavy, too.

Nick’s hand roamed to Kevin’s back, timidly tracing the tender skin over tight muscles.

Kevin sighed and rested his cheek on Nick’s shoulder. The fine hair on his chin tickled and scratched it as his steady breaths grazed Nick’s bare upper arm. Once more, Kevin’s hand found its way between Nick’s legs.

As Nick’s touches turned more intense, Kevin’s hand crept closer, his fingers crawling up the softness of Nick’s pale thigh as the boy carefully tugged on him. When the affectionate warmth of Kevin’s hand finally wrapped around, Nick’s hand jerked, tightening, and he bit his lip. Raising his head, Kevin faintly gasped and his other hand pushed into Nick’s lower back.

Finally, Nick let some moans pant through. His face scrunched up at odd moments, that pained look, and his mouth quivered, wanting to cry out but kept silent. Only a few of the strongest moans sneaked through as the weakest admissions.

“Kevin,” Nick whimpered, hugging him with his free arm. “Do it”--he breathed--“faster.”

The pleasure kept building up, filling him. Liquid bliss seeping up, slowly slipping into every little bit of him. It had almost filled his belly and thighs, they tingled, ablaze with this chilled fire. But he needed it to be everywhere, he could feeling it growing, slowly, god too slowly. He wanted it to overflow him, fill every bit and make him drown, suffocate, in it all.

“What if I were to...” Kevin’s lips touched Nick’s ear. His hand purposefully slowed. His tone changed, whispering roughly, “Let go?”

Nick froze. “What?”

“What if my hand doesn’t touch you at all anymore?” A slow finger tickled Nick’s balls. Then there was no more.

A heavy frown pulled at Nick’s cheeks. “Why?” he asked, his hand simply holding Kevin now.

“Mmm...lie back again.”

“Are we gonna keep going?” Nick softly asked, his eyes still alert and so shamefully eager. Nick’s hand reluctantly pulled away as he was forced to the ground. “I mean...I don’t really wanna stop...you know...”

“Don’t worry...even though it’s extremely attractive when you do...”

After that Kevin was over Nick again, but this time much closer, soon lowering himself. His penis touched Nick’s. Oh that was wrong. So wrong and so...good. Oh god so good. Kevin’s hips began to move, long slow strokes, being sure his entire length glided along Nick’s.

Kevin kissed the corner of Nick’s mouth. “How’s that?”

“I like it,” Nick replied, his fingers rushing into Kevin’s hair. And then Nick was kissing, his hand forcing Kevin’s lips to his.

“Your lips even taste sweet,” Kevin murmured with a slight smirk against them.

“Yours taste like toothpaste,” Nick lightly giggled, grinning into Kevin’s kiss.

“Mmm.” Kevin’s eyes closed.

Nick rolled his head back, tightening his eyebrows and crying silent pained whimpers while Kevin kissed his neck and continued to rub.

It felt so good; it didn’t make sense. It was just two...things touching...rubbing. And it was only Kevin humping him, just another man’s clever hips grinding. It was only Kevin’s large firm thighs hugging his. Only Kevin’s lips kissing, sucking, licking. And it was only Kevin’s breath and deep groans and light whispers, telling Nick how beautiful he was and how wonderful his body felt. That was all.

“You’re so afraid, baby,” Kevin cooed, watching Nick’s face. “Do I scare you?” Kevin casually halted his hips and groped down between them, sucking on Nick’s bottom lip, purely thrilled with the excited terror in Nick’s eyes. He fondled Nick’s penis. “Do I?”

Nick whimpered his admittance.

“Do you like being scared?” Kevin made his own touch Nick’s, and stroked the two together.

“Yeah,” Nick whispered.

“Do you want me to jerk you off? Are you...afraid you’ll cum? Afraid to spill yourself on my hand? Just the thought...that frightens you doesn’t it? But you still want to...”

Cold pressure filled Nick’s chest, his breath caught, and eyes widened. “Yeah.”

Kevin smirked. He let go of Nick and propped himself up, his knees at the sides of Nick’s hips and feet, still shoed and tied together by his pants just as Nick’s, positioned in the pit between Nick’s knees. “What about me? You stared at my cock, baby. You wanted to touch me; you wanted to make me hard. You want me to feel good... You want me to cum, don’t you?” Kevin taunted, caressing himself.

“Maybe...” Nick looked to the path, embarrassed. If somebody saw him... What if they came down to see Kevin here, kneeling over him and masturbating? What if somebody was watching from the woods? What if they took pictures? What if...?

Kevin touched Nick’s chin. “Look here. Focus on me.”

Nick’s eyes lifted to Kevin’s. “What if somebody finds out?”

“They won’t.”

“But what if-”

Smiling, Kevin shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. Not right now. Nobody else matters at all. Your attention, I want it focused here.” His hand pulled a long stroke down his length, emphasizing it and the way he touched himself. He sighed, on the verge of a moan, twisting his hand with passionate tugs.

Envious, Nick let his hand sneak up his hip and onto his belly. Kevin watched Nick’s hand crawl to grab his own penis, with eyes partially closed in pleasure and a lazy half smirk.

As Nick began to bring the pleasure back, the cool liquid once again filled through his crotch and midsection, but traveling a little faster now. At a little more bearable rate, but still not fast enough. He heard Kevin’s moaning sighs, heavy with trembles that made waves in the liquid that drowned Nick from the inside. Then Nick found it a little difficult to hold his cries back. Kevin’s face kept twisting at odd moments, from limp and unemotional to tight and tortured, making Nick want to let himself go, too. So little whimpers panted through, as his hips faintly imitated Kevin’s thrusts into his hand.

“Just let yourself sing ‘em.”

“Oh,” Nick moaned, half still mixed with his whimpers, his fingers desperately curled around himself, knuckles sprawled.

Kevin groaned through clenched teeth as a wet finger grazed his nipple. It kept rubbing, with the thumb of that hand stroking his faintly sweating chest. Nick could be doing such for himself; he knew how good it felt. For some odd reason doing that while touching himself always made the fluttering bliss in his crotch tickle a little more. But he gave it to Kevin. And Kevin appeared to enjoy it. But at the same time Kevin seemed to barely notice Nick existed. Not in this moment. Except for Nick’s hand and body and warmth. The lovely quivering presence beneath him. Still, as Kevin came, there was nothing but him. Nothing but contractions and his penis squeezing out the thick liquid, to drop it all on Nick. Onto Nick’s hand, tummy, penis. Odd splatters everywhere, simply amazing Nick.

Slowly, as Kevin came down, Nick’s manipulations to himself diminished. They had become difficult to keep up with, especially as Kevin’s body overwhelmed him. Though Kevin rested to the side of Nick, with his knee over Nick’s thigh and front pressed against Nick’s side, it still felt like Kevin covered him.

With his head turned towards Kevin, Nick softly gazed. Forgotten. The pressure from that cool liquid dropping, draining, dieing...

It hadn’t been that long, actually. Not long before Kevin’s arm draped over Nick’s belly and fingers crept to his crotch. He had only needed to breathe, and even still panting he used the thick wetness of his own cum to lube up Nick’s smooth cock.

“U-u-uh,” came a soft jerky moan, his hips moving in the pattern of his utterance. His face still lay turned towards the other man, and he softly whispered, “Kevin,” as his eyelashes slowly lowered.

Kevin’s grip was loving. Gentle. Not too quick. Nick felt the pressure inflate him again, each stroke of Kevin’s hand like the lever pumping this liquid into him. He felt it drift into his cheeks, slowly, very slowly, and it made him close his eyes. To absorb the bliss.

Without warning, passionate warmth touched his lips, that felt searing in comparison to the coolness inside him. Quietly, Nick moaned into it, faintly pressing his lips into the ones that converged with his own. Kevin’s breath, mixing with Nick’s, were like little prickles of heat, tickling Nick’s skin and shuddering its way inside. The coolness tickled within, but the heat massaged. Everywhere Kevin’s bare skin touched his own, seared, and gave him that deep caress.

The more intensely his pleasure, pressure, inside built, the more frantic his kisses and fumbling touches became. But it kept slowing every now and then. Kevin kept dropping the pressure, just enough, so it kept at a steady level, without going over, without overflowing. Kevin kept Nick in excruciating ecstasy.

Nick whimpered with each raise in the pressure, each little trickle that dripped over the edge. Once, he even whimpered Kevin’s name. It scared him, but felt so oddly pleasant.

“It’s so...uh...” Nick’s breath caught, his lips millimeters from Kevin’s. Though Nick’s eyes had closed, Kevin’s gazed stayed on them, sincerely observing the expression, emotion, pleasure, everything on the gorgeous flushed face that was Nick’s. Nick gasped, his chest rising, head tilting, facial features molding into that of vulnerable pleasure. The sun again danced with the shadows on those features, making the golden blond sparkle. Then that breath shuddered out.

Painfully admitted.

Gratefully accepted.