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By December 24th, everything that needed to be done before Christmas had been done. Everything else could wait. Marshall and Lee slept in after a late night of setting up the new stereo system that had arrived the day before. Once it was assembled, both men were pleased with the way it sounded. “Those are some kick ass speakers,” Marshall commented for the hundredth time. They sat together in the family room, eating toasted bagels and drinking coffee, surrounded by the mellow sounds of Miles Da
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Marshall turned toward Lee. He dropped on all fours and crawled across the blanket, swinging his hips in a seductive manner, growling like a cat. He stopped in front of Lee and licked his lips, seeking instructions with his eyes. “Strip!” Lee commanded brusquely. His voice sent shivers coursing through Marshall. Marshall gauged there was two ways to go about this. Quickly and efficiently. Or slowly and seductively, prolonging the moment with the promise of paradise to come. Judging by the gle
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They’d ordered the sleeping bag from Cabelas. It was double the size of a regular one, and could be broken down into two if the need arose. But Marshall and Lee never slept apart. They appreciated the roominess the larger bag afforded, but they always ended up snuggled tightly together when it came time for sleep, Lee’s strong arms wound about Marshall like a security blanket. Still, the room was there if they ever wanted or needed it. They fished for a while, throwing back whatever they caugh
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Rhonda’s eyes narrowed, and she pursed her overly red lips as though she’d just eaten something extremely bitter. She drew back her hand, and Marshall flinched. He felt Lee’s muscles tense, and he just knew all hell was about to break loose once Lee got to her. But Roy acted more quickly. He caught Rhonda’s hand in his own and pulled her to her feet. She screeched indignantly before she yanked her hand back and stormed out of the house in a huff, screaming over her shoulder that they’d be sorry,
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The next time Rhonda knocked on their door, they were ready for her. Several days had passed since her first intrusion, but Marshall knew she hadn’t left the area. He caught glimpses of the bedraggled travel trailer as it cruised by their house at odd hours, probably waiting for Lee to not be there. That wasn’t happening. Roy reasoned they couldn’t be staying in Burnham, but he suspected they might be squatting somewhere in the area, living out of the trailer. He’d put out some feelers and was
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Despite Marshall’s growing impatience, Lee took his time, placating Marshall with gentle kisses and caresses which he bestowed upon his cock. Marshall began to relax, opening himself to Lee’s touch. Lee’s fingers no longer felt intrusive. Three digits were now embedded in him, and Marshall knew he was ready for something more. Finally, Lee drew back, removing his fingers. Marshall felt disappointed at their loss, but only momentarily, for he knew what was to follow. “Want to do the honors?” L
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Their first time together began with exploration. Lee encouraged Marshall to touch him in any way he wished in order to become comfortable with Lee’s body before they did anything else. Marshall was more than happy to comply. He’d dreamed of this moment for such a very long time. He moved to his knees so he could skim his fingers over Lee’s skin with feather light touches, caressing and discovering and learning. He lapped at Lee’s chest, loving the way he tasted. Then he licked Lee’s nipples unt
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They drew back for a moment, so Lee could make the toast he’d promised. Marshall had to admit he was curious to see how the champagne tasted, but mostly he wanted to hear what Lee had to say. Lee cleared his throat. “I know I’m not the most eloquent man in the world. I have no real words that are adequate to tell you how much I love you, but I’m going to try. You mean everything to me, Marshall. You are my world and my joy, and I love you with everything I am. I promise that I shall always love
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November 4th arrived at last, and not a day too soon, as far as Marshall was concerned. He was more than ready to give his virginity to Lee. He hadn’t stopped thinking about this one night for years—it formed the basis of most of his wet dreams. However, it wasn’t going to be as easy as that. Naturally not. First, before they even got to the main event, there was their annual birthday dinner with Roy, at Milly’s Diner. When Marshall asked couldn’t that be postponed, just for this year, Lee gav
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Marshall felt as though he would never turn eighteen. Now that their desires were out in the open, a certain aura of sensuality swirled around them, like lightning before a storm. The lightest of touches, accidental or not, was electric. An innocent remark became a sexually charged double entendre. They still slept together, despite Lee’s threats to move Marshall back to the other bedroom. But Marshall realized he didn’t mean it, and the one time he actually tried, the nightmare returned. So t
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“Wh-why not?” Marshall’s heart beat painfully, and he had to fight against the tears that threatened. “Because… we just… there’s things…” Marshall had never seen Lee look as flustered as he did at that moment. His cheeks were flush, and his eyes were filled with something Marshall couldn’t identify. At first, he thought it might be horror at the idea, and his heart clenched. But then he rethought that idea, and decided that saying no was causing Lee pain. Which only fed his notion that Lee wan
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Marshall’s education came to a complete standstill for five long years. Always on the run, moving from town to town, lover to lover, Rhonda never bothered to enroll Marshall in school. She never stayed in one place long enough for the local authorities to notice. Once he and Lee were reunited, there was never a question of putting him back into the public school system. They continued as they had before, with Lee homeschooling Marshall. There was no library in Burnham, so they had to go to Tucke
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Marshall had changed during the five years he’d been kept away from Lee, both physically and emotionally. These changes had begun about the age of ten or so, and at first he didn’t know what was happening to him. He was afraid it was something he’d be punished for. It wasn’t until years later he realized it had just been puberty rearing its ugly head. Not that his mother seemed to notice. At first, he was a little scared, and more than a little confused by what was happening to him, and he had
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The half-made breakfast plans were shelved. No one was in the mood to go to Milly’s now. They loaded the gear in the back of the truck and headed home instead. Once they’d unpacked, Roy volunteered to make coffee, so Marshall and Lee headed into the family room. They sat together on the couch. Lee held Marshall’s hand tightly, and Marshall welcomed the firm grip, afraid if Lee let go, he’d fall apart. Marshall was already struggling to hold himself together as it was. Every fear he’d ever had w
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If Rhonda was taken aback by Roy’s words, she didn’t show it. She licked her lips, one hand poised cockily on her hip.”Well, I’m very flattered you know who I am. Marshall talk about me a lot, does he? He’s a sweet boy, isn’t he? People say he takes after his momma.” Marshall thought he was going to be ill. “Lee and me, we been divorced for a long time. I guess you know Lee, don’t you? Marshall’s daddy?” She put as much emphasis into that one word as it could possibly hold. “His real daddy. No
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“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” Her smile sent cold shivers coursing down his spine. “Where’s your manners? Ain’t you gonna ask your momma to come in?” She took a step toward the door, as if she had the right to just walk inside, and Marshall found his tongue at last. “No!” he blurted out. “I’m not. What are you doing here, and what the hell do you want?” That seemed to take her aback, at least for a moment. She narrowed her eyes at him and frowned. “Is that any way to talk to your
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Marshall slowly swam to consciousness. The chitter of birds and rustle of branches over his head were his first clues morning was upon them. Lee’s arm, draped around his torso, was warm and comfortable, their bodies spooned together in the oversized sleeping bag they used when they slept outdoors. Marshall burrowed against Lee, content to lie there. More than two weeks had passed since Thanksgiving, and his fears had begun to recede. They’d spent yesterday quail hunting and decided to stay the n
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Lee slid a reassuring arm about Marshall’s shoulder. Marshall appreciated that he didn’t try to make light of his fears, or treat him like a child, but as an equal. Neither did he sweep the unpleasant subject under the rug and out of sight. Lee was one who faced things head on and dealt with them. “Keep looking,” he said to Roy, who nodded. “We don’t even know we have a reason to worry. There’s no reason to think she even saw that video, but we can’t be too careful, either. I’d feel a whole lot
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“Knock, knock, anybody home?” Roy’s voice came to them from the front door. Marshall knew the sheriff wouldn’t wait, but would let himself in. The shout out was just a courtesy to him and Lee. “Come on in!” Lee hollered back. “I’ll get those beers now,” Marshall offered, as he slid out of Lee’s arms. No need to ask if Roy wanted one; that was a given. Lee held him close, not releasing him quite yet. “We can talk more later, if you like?” He gave Marshall a significant look that Marshall under
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Hard and swift. Just the way Marshall wanted and needed their lovemaking to be. He lost himself in Lee, in the short hard strokes with which he pounded him into sweet oblivion. Lee held Marshall’s legs in a firm grip, so Marshall took other matters into his own hands. He stroked his cock until he reached the precipice and then pushed himself over, crying Lee’s name as he came. Lee continued to push inside him until he too reached the point of no return and filled Marshall with his hot seed. Aft
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Lee gripped one of Marshall’s hands in his, while Marshall leaned silently against him. Nothing more was said for the duration of the ride home, but Marshall understood the unspoken message: they were in this together, and nothing would force them apart. Nothing, and no one. Once they were home, they shut down the house for the night and headed for the bedroom. Despite his dismay at the news of their newly acquired Internet status, Marshall was determined not to let it affect their evening. Thi
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“You Tube? What the hell are you talking about?” Marshall asked. “Boy, what have you been smoking?” Slim demanded to know, and everyone laughed. Everyone except Denver, who pulled out his phone, indignation shining in his eyes. “I’ll show you what I’m talking about. Hold your horses for just a minute, willya?” Marshall leaned in to Lee, lowering his voice for his ears alone. “I bet he’s going to pop up with some kind of birthday video or something, and then yell surprise.” “You never know,
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November 4th was not only Marshall’s birthday, but it was also the day he and Lee celebrated what they considered to be their anniversary. The date on which they became a couple in every sense of the word. Normally, they stayed at home and enjoyed their privacy. But this year also marked another occasion, one which could not be ignored. This was the year Marshall turned twenty-one. “Couldn’t we just stay home and continue what we’re doing?” Marshall lay stretched out on their bed, on his stom
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Once Lee had finished applying sufficient lubrication, Marshall positioned himself between his legs. He carefully and slowly inserted one finger inside of Lee, trying to gauge his reaction. “It’s fine,” Lee assured him, “keep going.” Cautiously, Marshall slipped in a second finger. Lee’s muscles were deliciously tight. He could only imagine what it would feel like to be embedded in all that luscious heat. Lee shifted slightly, and Marshall froze in place. He could hear Lee’s breathing hitch ju
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Lee gave no indication he’d noticed Marshall’s entrance. Marshall realized it was up to him to make the first move, and that knowledge was thrilling to him. This was it, the time was now. Lee had turned on the bedside lamp in order to read. Marshall rounded the bed and clicked it off, gently removing Lee’s paperback from his loose grasp. Marshall glimpsed the corner of Lee’s mouth go up, as if he’d been expecting as much. He never said a word when Marshall thrust a bookmark inside and laid it o
