O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Tim's Adventure

by Wordshop

I look back over the whirlwind of the past year that has been a tornado that swept me from a late teen with a stagnant life in a small town in the northern plains states into a physical transformation, and life that I still cannot sometimes believe is real.

It all started when I tried to at least do something to end my boring existence. You see I was raised in Scottsbluff, Nebraska. It is not really a bad place mind you, but it is really not the place to be if you are a young gay guy trying to find out where you fit in life and about life itself. My Dad was killed in an accident involving a combine when I was eleven and my Mom works as a waitress at a local truck stop to support the family. When I turned sixteen, I started working to bring in extra money too, and it was at that time that I began to discover that I was not quite the boy that my grandparents thought I was. My first job was fueling trucks at the ""Flying T" truck stop where my Mom also works as a waitress. Little by little, in spite of a secret life that was emerging amongst enough testosterone to float a boat, I managed to make at least a decent enough impression on the owner of the truck stop, Mr. McCready, to earn his respect.

Many might ask about college or school. Well that went down the tubes when my Dad died. There was simply no money, and with all the hours of work, my High School grade record was good, but it was not stellar enough to compete in today's college or university market. There were no Colleges that wanted me. All of the things that could have gotten me scholarships or grants were just inches out of my reach. My grandma and grandpa from my Mom's side helped my Mom. My other grandma and grandpa from my Dad's side did what they could too, but these were not wealthy people and inflation had eaten badly into their respective retirement funds.

The "Flying T" has a Motel attached to it and a few days after my 18th Birthday something happened that changed my life. There was a convention and trade show in town for farm equipment manufactures. I know many of you don't relate to names like International, John Deere, Massey Ferguson, Case, Kubota, and an import named Mahindra from India. Here, these names are a big thing, create constant conversation, and are a mainstay of life.

One of the conventioneers with a combine manufacturer brought his Son with him. He was about my age, and the weather was warm enough during the day that he could lie around the Hotel swimming pool. I was working at the Motel one day, and I was told to take a note to him which had been a phone message from his Father, and that is how we met. He introduced himself as Tony. Tony was blonde, blue eyed, wearing small speedo trunks and his body was that of a swimmer with good tone, but little muscle bulk. In talking to him, he was almost effeminate in some ways. He had the hand movements and expressions of a girl. He was male and he was not offensive in any way with it, but it was the first time I had seen a guy who was like this.

He said that he had made some excuses to his Dad to get out of going to the convention to help. Here I was with my first encounter with another guy that had a really good chance of being gay like me. When I got close I could see that the small bulge in his speedos started to form a different shape. Maybe something may come of this and it would be my first experience. I never considered myself to be anything at all on the side of "butch", but he somehow thought that I was. I have always hated one part of me. By the time I was thirteen years old I had started to get hairy. When I was fifteen years old, I was just over 5'3" tall and I already had the beginnings of fuzz on my ass and I had hairy arms and legs, the start of a beard, a patch around my navel and in the center of my chest. In the years since then it has just continued to grow and spread. By the time Tony saw me last year at eighteen, I had a full and very hairy chest and at least the fur was growing like weeds even if my height wasn't. Hell, at that time I was only 130 pounds and 5'6" tall. My dick was probably average at about 5" long, but it was pretty thick, and with my small hands It was a respectable handful for jacking-off. I had been a virgin until I met Tony. It turns out that Tony's Dad wanted him to follow in the family business selling farm equipment. Tony wanted to move to Los Angeles to go to film school and work in the entertainment industry. I was getting off work, and after I clocked out I was somewhat lonely. I never had time for social activities like most kids because until I graduated I was either in school or was working or trying to do what little study I could. Tony had invited me back to watch some TV in their room and have some soda. He said that he had brought his DVD player so that he could watch something other than the cable that most of the truckers Motels furnished.

It did not take long until we were on the bed and he was kissing me, rubbing my crotch, making me hard and getting me all excited. It was the first time as I had said that I had ever done anything with another guy, even though I had wanted to a million times over. I never turned down work at the "Flying T" and there were times when I had seen things while cleaning the showers in the truck stop that made me get a roaring hardon. I was so hard on occasion that I had to start wearing a jockstrap on a regular basis just in case I was assigned shower cleaning duty. I was afraid that I would be found out. Old man McCready who owned the place was really nice, but he was so money hungry that I was more afraid that he would find a way to market me as some kind of male whore. This guy could find more interesting ways to make money than I had ever imagined. I was literally more afraid of exposure of my feelings than I was of getting fired. I just didn't want to take chances and go there.

Tony and I did everything two kids just past eighteen could physically do. What I lacked in experience, I made up for in enthusiasm. The thing that was kind of funny was that Tony wanted me to treat him as if he were a female. He loved and rubbed all my body hair and kept telling me it made me look so "butch". Not having had any experience, I wanted to try everything and not just do it one way, but somehow I managed, and I learned the "in's and out's" of gay sex from Tony for nearly a week. We met a bunch of times whenever he could get away from his Dad. It was a week that confirmed for me that I was one hundred percent gay. I was horribly lonely again after Tony left, and with the new knowledge Tony had brought me in some ways it was worse.

By a stroke of absolute luck, old Man McCready had replaced a whole bunch of obsolete computers at the truck stop, and he gave the old ones to the employees for their kids. My Mom got one of these for me, and one for my little Sister. They were great. I quickly got on the net and in my spare time learned about viruses and everything else I could in order to preserve my only link to what I began to feel was the outside world.

I quickly also discovered a world relating to myself as a gay teen and who I at least thought I was. I was scared as hell, but finally I realized that my only chance to make changes was to embrace the world and take a chance on something. I was over eighteen so I placed an ad on a site looking to make contacts. My paternal Grandparents knew I liked photography and almost at the same time the computer appeared, so did a cheap digicam. I even had some nude pictures there. I was initially very disappointed in that I had no responses that were from people anywhere near close to me. They were from New York, they were from California, they were from Florida, and the other thing that quickly became evident was that most of the ones answering my ads were older guys that I was not attracted to. They did not help me feel good about myself because they did not like all my body hair. I was told that I should shave it all off and that it would make me look younger. There was something totally weird about this to me. I hated being hairy because it made me different in High School, but, to shave it off somehow made me feel like a phony, and with my strict Midwest upbringing that didn't feel right either. For a while, I checked the e-mail less and less and just started deleting things that originated from that site.

About three months later, I got a reply from a guy in New Mexico who was about my own age. He sent pictures, and when I looked at them, my cock got rock hard. Like every kid, I had seen bodybuilding magazines and had always secretly been turned on to bodies, but this guy who was about my own age made most of my memories of those images pale by comparison. This young fellow, had been abandoned by his parents, and was being raised by two gay uncles. Tim (the guy) had sent pictures of he and his two uncles together and a few of himself alone. The two uncles themselves were in their late 40's or early 50's and what I later learned were a type of gay guy called a "musclebear". They were older to be certain, but they had bodies, and like me they also had hair. It was Tim, the nephew that made my dick go into hard throbbing orbit. As I said, he was my age, he was about my height at 5'6", had a cock bulge in his jeans that looked gigantic, and he had hair too. What made this guy different from anything I had ever seen in the past was the size of his muscles. What was even wilder was that when I started writing to him I learned that there were similarities in our backgrounds. We shared likes and dislikes in the kinds of books that we read, the movies we had enjoyed and we even shared the kinds of television shows we enjoyed. He was so sweet, polite and considerate of me.

He said that his two uncles were looking for a ranch hand for their cattle and horse ranch. He wondered if I would be interested in the position. Though I was raised around horses what I actually knew about them as far as serving in that capacity was at best miniscule. He assured me that he could teach me everything I would need to know and do so quickly. He considered himself a gay misfit because like me, he liked the solitary life too. This little 5'6" stud worked at the ranch and in town as a trainer at the local bodybuilding gym. I cannot say how totally bulging with muscle he was, it was absolutely mind-boggling. Here he was, no taller than me and he outweighed me by over a hundred pounds! He was fucking awesome! He seemed really kind, considerate and truly fit the original definition of "sweet". Whenever he sent me a new picture, I would get so turned on by him that I had to jack-off four or five times in a row.

The two musclebears Gary and Mike and their nephew Tommy became almost an obsession with me. I don't know why, but I knew that they would be the key to my life and I don't have a clue as to why I thought this.

A couple of weeks later, I was scared when old man McCready called me into his office. I thought I had done something wrong. God was I scared!

He sat me down in a way similar to my Grandparents. (Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.) and said: "Tim, you've been with me since you were sixteen years old. You started part time and went full time after High School. In the two plus years you've been here you have not missed a single day. You have never in over two years been late for work and you give me eight hours work for eight hours of pay. For a kid your age that is incredible and it is also commendable. The problem is that you don't belong here. You are far too bright, and you have far too much to offer to spend your life rotting in some obscure truck-stop in the middle of the northern mid- west. Your Dad was a great man, and he helped David my son get his start with Massey-Furguson. Your Dad fixed trucks for free to help stranded truckers down on their luck, he fixed my wife's Caddy more than once, and he never asked for a dime". "When your Dad died, this community lost a great man, and the least I can try to do is to pay back the kindness that he showed me, and even more, the kindness he showed David."

"Your Mom tells me you've never been away from Scottsbluff in your life. You are never going to make your way in life unless you go somewhere and see something. Here is an envelope with a rather large present in it. If you choose, you know you can always come back here. In the meanwhile, at least go out and see something else. I only wish I could do more. I don't have any great college connections to get you in, but, you're smart enough to make it on your own. In addition to that, go see Nancy, she has checks ready to bring your pay and two years 'unused vacation time' up to date. As of right now you're on a leave of absence."

I stood there in absolute shock not knowing what to say. The quantity of money in the envelope was incredible. I had never seen that much cash in my whole life.

Well, time was wasting and the only out I knew of were the two muscle bears and their nephew. Would they be interested in me? How would a hair covered total geek like me be of value to them?

The only way to find out was to ask them.

In his bedroom, in a desert ranch house Tommy's heart was pounding. He had just received a e-mail from Tim. Tommy had been very lonely. He and Tim had exchanged letters, pictures and e-mails for a while now and the letters discussed many things on a more romantic level. Tommy's body could get him all the sex he wanted, and he wanted that a whole lot. But he soon learned that to many who chased him, both male and female that they did not want him because of who or what he was inside, they wanted him because of what he looked like. To them, he was a curiosity or an oddity.

Tommy printed out Tim's most recent e-mail and headed to the kitchen where he knew his Uncles would be doing things that related to this as a Sunday Morning and to breakfast. As his muscle size had continued to increase, Tommy had become aware that his legs were now so large that they kind of swung around each other and he had a kind of gentle swaying shuffle. His genitals, now too large to be hidden, were shoved forward in to a display that had to be carefully disguised when he went out for social occasions. At work at the gym he just wore two jocks and had learned to calm it down to a rather sizeable lump. He also was able to shower himself in a separate employees shower and bath area reserved for the trainers and counter people.

Gary and Mike had so much money that the ranch was just a place for them to find peace, quiet and contentment. Gary had been a whiz-kid in biochemistry and so had Mike. They met while working for one of the major drug companies and fell in love. In the beginning, both were idealistic, but they had some hard lessons to learn in the form of the politics of the drug business. Both quit, pooling their resources forming a smaller research firm. They did the initial research and testing on some things and then marketed these discoveries to the bigger boys. They had some good lawyers and good contracts. What had made them very wealthy back in the eighties was a preparation using a mineral to ease the suffering of those infected with rhinovirus. They had discovered it's effectiveness and the marketing and royalties had made them millions of dollars. Each time the same preparation came out in a new form the royalties would be there for five more years.

They had stumbled on many things that they held back. They knew that these items would be controversial and though they would sell instantly, the companies who bought them would only do so to guarantee that they would not be on the market. In the mid- nineties, while working on drugs for erectile dysfunction, they had discovered how to enhance genital growth and a major side effect of that preparation was muscle growth. It was a weird fluke in chemistry that something accidental turned out to do so very much. What it augmented and what it destroyed in the form of "side-effects" was just the right combination of things to create a total "super- male". In fact, this worked so very well that very little actual exercise was needed. If one actually exercised, the effects were factored up exponentially and this is how Tommy became the muscle monster he had become. He had gone from 125 pounds of teenager to a mammoth 240 in one year. If it had not been for another development that Gary and Mike had also accidentally discovered, Tommy would have been a monument to stretch marks. That in fact is what confused everybody. People questioning the change in Tommy started questioning their own minds because if he had really grown all that fast, he would have stretch marks. He didn't, so they thought that it must be their own minds making him appear larger than he was.

Based on how Tommy's growth had taken place, and Tommy's young age, Gary and Mike had encouraged every part of Tommy's bodybuilding except competition. Tommy knew how financially smart his uncles were, and had agreed to wait until he was twenty-five years old before competing. It was not easy! Magazines had been to the gym where he worked and trained and there had been some minor controversy over Tommy's size versus his age. Like another child bodybuilding prodigy, there had been accusations of steroids and on that one Mike, Gary and Tommy had very willingly volunteered Tommy to take every known steroid test. He tested negative on all of them to the great chagrin of those throwing accusations. Because their accusations had appeared in print, they were sued for libel and lost. One major bodybuilding magazine had published photos without permission, not realizing that at the time Tommy was a minor, just shy of his seventeenth birthday. When the photos were published without permission they too were sued and the proceeds from that suit had given Tommy a great trust fund that would support him very well for a very long time. The magazine had appealed repeatedly and lost. Every time they did so, they pissed off the judge and jury and the amount of the judgment against them was increased. Tommy on his own was now a millionaire. If he knew or actually realized it, one would have never guessed it. The funny thing was that Tommy was about the most down to earth non-pretentious teenager that you could find.

Tommy loved working on his own car. He was still driving his first one, and his Uncles had also encouraged him in that area too. When he had first started going through driver training and taking an interest, he discovered that he liked older Ranchero's and El Caminos. Tommy commuted back and forth to the gym in a totally restored early Falcon Ranchero and at home in the large garage was a piece of automotive love for Tommy. He had saved money he had earned from the gym, and found a 1970 SS 454 El Camino. It was undergoing a full frame-off restoration. Tommy was doing the whole thing himself, and was doing a great job.

Back in the kitchen, Gary and Mike were in serious discussion with Tommy.

There was some part of Tommy that instinctively knew that he was in love with Tim. He did not know why, and at his age he still had that little bit of immaturity that kind of made one look at least initially at only the end result without seeing all the possible ramifications.

Where his Uncles had always supported things, this time they were being very cautious. A life outside their home would be influenced and impacted by the decisions they made. Tommy for the first time found himself fighting for this life.

Tommy was almost in tears as he brought back one of Tim's more romantic letters and read it aloud to his detractors. When they sat stone faced through this and Tommy felt he was losing, he completely broke down and started crying and sobbing uncontrollably. He had tried and he had lost.

Very quietly, his Uncle Gary walked around behind him and knelt down next to him.

"Tommy, we didn't say no……."

Tommy was still crying so hard that he did not hear the soft response.

"Tommy, listen to me……."

"You made a commitment to this fellow and you didn't consult us."

"Do you realize all the ramifications possible in this scenario?"

Tommy looked up his eyes red from tears and his face discolored and wet from the crying.

"No Sir…"

"Did you keep all of the e-mails and pictures that Tim sent you?"

"Yes, Sir…"

"Tommy, both of us know how lonely it has been here for you." We also know that your needs in that area have gone wanting for what seems like a very long time. Let's take a look at the whole picture."

"Go to your room, print out what you have, bring it all in, and let's start going over all of this together so you have a full understanding, and also so we have an understanding of what has to be done. This Tim fellow is going to have to be really exceptional Tommy, to make it here and even more to be able to deal with your needs, as well as the demands of work here on the ranch."

Gary and Mike looked over everything, and together looked at Tommy wondering how he thought that Tim was going to make a good ranch hand. Does this fellow Tim have any experience with horses that is not mentioned here on paper?

"No, Sir…."

Gary spoke:

Do you think that you can train him or teach him to keep up the work around here?

"Y– Y- Y- ….Yes Sir……"

"Tommy, we were hiring this other ranch hand so that you could increase your training time at the gym."

"We are a little nervous right now that we are hiring a boyfriend for you rather than a ranch hand…..and you've got to understand that this guy has to be able to carry his own weight pretty quickly."

Then there are the other problems related to… well… to you being you."

"I don't understand…"

"Tommy, think about it……your cock is nearly eight'n a half inches in circumference with a hardon and it is currently over ten inches in length. It is probably going to grow even more. If you jump right into the sack with this guy and try to fuck him senseless, you will very likely put him in the hospital."

"But you can fix that. . . ."

"Tommy, the ONLY way we can fix that is to basically do the same kind of modification to him that was done to you! In addition, we would have to do a few more to you because we have no idea how big he would grow, and then we could have the same problem in reverse."

"What if he does not want to be a bodybuilder or have that look for himself?"

"Then there are the other effects…"

"I don't understand…"

"You know, the beard, the hair growth, the nipple thing… according to his letters he does not like his body hair… do you really think he would want a ton more?"

"Then there's the acne scarring….we were lucky with you. This fellow already has acne scarring, and when he is given the compounds it could cause severe acne breakouts."

"But you can fix that too…"

"Yes Tommy we can, but this is going to be a process and we are going to have to do a great deal more with him than was done with you. You were easy, his body chemistry is going to be very different I suspect. "That in and of itself could cause problems."

"Please Uncle Gary……"

"Then there is the security issues…."

"Don't tell him…."

"I'm sorry Tommy, waddya mean don't tell him?"

"Sneak the stuff in his food…."

"OK, sneak the stuff in his food…."

"In two weeks he's shaving twice a day, his cock is constantly rock hard, his sex drive is through the roof, he wants to have sex constantly, he's gaining muscle, his clothing is getting tight…..Don't ya think he's gonna notice?"

"Get real Tommy!"

"I think he's hot now, but he'd be so much hotter if he had muscles like me!"

"Remember that is your opinion and would not necessarily be his. Tim is a living breathing human being and he has rights!"

"By the way, did he ever say what nationality?"

"His last name is Kelly and his Mom's maiden name was O'Leary, but she was only one-half Irish her Mother was Megradozian."

"Shit, did you ask him for a gene sample too!"

"In a way…"

Tommy disappeared for a few minutes and returned with a lock of very dark brown hair.

"You planning a career with the CIA?"

"Did he just happen to mail you any other necessary body parts?"

"You want him transformed don't you…."

"Yeah…"

"From the pictures, he looks like what is called Black Irish, meaning the dark features the eyes, the hair and that combined with the fair skin." The fur coat can be the Irish, but is more likely a gene from the Armenian on his Mother's side."

"Tommy, go ahead and write to him and tell him that we'll try him out… although I suspect you'll be trying out a lot more than we will…..ahem……"

"If you want him transformed, you are going to have to be the one who sells him on the idea. He also has to understand that he can never talk about the transformation, the how or the way it was done. In addition, the best way to avoid questions is to bring him directly here to the ranch and do the transformation and not to let him be seen in town especially around the gym until he is through and is as big as he's going to get without exercise. You can take him to the gym and do the rest. If nobody has ever seen him in town until afterwards there will be no questions."

"Tommy, this one is going to depend absolutely on you."

"One other thing…"

"He has to prove to you AND to us that he is absolutely in love with you, and he has to do that on his own before we will consider offering him the transformation."

"But how…..?"

"If he really truly loves you, we will see it."

"Tommy, your situation is far from ordinary. You have always had a level of mental maturity that your Uncle and I knew would make your muscle growth not only something you could handle, but something that you could and would enjoy. You were only given the formula and began your ride as you were graduating from High School. The level of physical strength you possess is about six times the average male and about double what another bodybuilder would have if he had your measurements. Your brain was wired in such a way that you could have handled this correctly when you were twelve years old. In you, that mental maturity was just part of your makeup and who you were and always have been. See, we don't know this yet with Tim."

"Tim has to prove himself to us."

"Do you understand why?"

"Yes, sir….."

"Scottsbluff, Nebraska?"

That means up I-25 past Denver and then just north of Cheyenne, Wyoming you would pick up Wyoming 85 over to the Nebraska border. Scottsbluff is on Nebraska, 26. That means you've got a drive of about fourteen to sixteen hours each way.

"Does Tim have a driver's license?"

"Yes, Sir…"

"When do you want to go get him?"

"I don't understand?"

"If he understands and wants to come try this out, when do you want to go get him?"

"Write him back and find out when he can leave there and how much he needs to bring."

"Needs to bring?"

"Planet Earth to Tommy, the kid has personal possessions, he is moving away from home and very probably has never been away from home in his entire life, he is going to want to bring things that give him some comfort."

"Oh?"

"Tommy was shaking as he accessed the internet and wrote the e- mail. All of a sudden it sunk in, he was right now authoring a commitment that could last his entire lifetime. The more he thought the more scared he became."

"All of a sudden he was filled with total stark complete terror."

Tommy's own mind started thinking of all of the things that could go wrong and though he had been so sure only moments ago, the terror was now there and in abundance.

What if I screw up? What if I am not good enough for him? Oh God, what if I can't resist temptation and I fuck around on him? How could I live with myself? As all of these thoughts ran through his mind again and again the feelings of terror turned to despair and he started crying.

When Gary found Tommy, he was lying on his bed sobbing in the fetal position.

Gary went to him and started rubbing a huge muscular arm with his hand.

"Wedding night jitters?"

"Uncle Gary I am really scared."

"Tommy, I had known your Uncle Mike for years before we made a lifetime commitment to each other. We had lived together and we had committed about every sex act on the planet by the time we actually made it permanent."

"In spite of the fact that we had been together for years and our commitment was just a formality, it was so bad for me that I spent the entire day before our commitment ceremony barfing my guts out!" That was quite a few years ago, and I have never regretted the commitment or the ceremony.

"Really a romantic start, wasn't it?"

Back in Scottsbluff, Tim was lying on his bed in a very melancholy mood. Here he was leaving home for the first time. His Mom did not know anything, how could he tell her that there was more than a job and an opportunity to travel a little involved in this. He had never come out to anyone. He was barely getting comfortable with the idea himself.

He would be leaving his sister Cheryl and he would also miss the people he worked with. There was Marianne who worked at the Truck Stop, There was Jake who was one of the mechanics there. Jake worked on his Mom's car and had been really good to him.

He wondered what had happened to Tony. Tony and he had communicated for a while after his visit for the equipment exposition, but had after a time simply ceased to exist. Tim's e-mails went unanswered.

Tim knew he was not moving to life in the big city, but that was not what he really wanted anyway. He knew that based on where he would be going that he would see big cities. Denver, Albuquerque, Taos, Las Cruces and El Paso were all places he would see related to what he would be doing.

He wondered what Tommy saw in him. Here he was this little one hundred twenty five pound hair covered geek. He had no right to have a total stud like Tommy. Where Tommy was five foot six inches tall and about two-hundred and forty pounds, Tim was the same height and weighed just barely over one-half of what Tommy did.

Just then, he got up to go to the bathroom, and when he turned the light on he saw his face. There were still active acne lesions and there was scarring. He had started shaving early at age fourteen. That was also when the acne started. His beard grew quickly and required shaving often. The shaving of the hair cut the heads off the pimples and probably had contributed to the scarring he already had. The only feature he had that he thought mesmerizing were his own eyes. Even he would admit that there was something about them that was far different from ordinary. They were this incredible dark brown and they contrasted against his very light skin tones. His skin was really no prize and he was ashamed of that. There were some other kids in High School who had called him "crater face". That really hurt and it was not called for. One time a health education teacher had heard another student do it. She got mad and the kid doing the name-calling had been suspended. The bad part was that Tim was called in to the nurse's office over the whole thing and they examined his skin. They called his Mom and said that he had needed a Dermatologist. This was a joke in that Dermatologists were not exactly in Scottsbluff in big numbers and that treatment by means other than "over the counter" would have necessitated weekly trips into Denver. The closest skin man that accepted his Mother's medical insurance was in Denver.

Tommy would be driving for nearly 14 hours to reach him and then they were going to load Tim's belongings, turn around, and immediately head back down south again so that Tommy could get back to his job at the Gym. Tim would be driving too and that way Tommy could rest on the way back.

Because of a freak storm front predicted in the Colorado Rockies area, Gary and Mike had decided that instead of his own little Ranchero that Tommy would be driving their Dodge Turbodiesel four wheel drive. The mileage was decent if you kept the speed reasonable and it was so heavy and capable that it would be the safest alternative if things got rough.

When the day came, Tommy was no less nervous. He had an impossibly long drive ahead and in spite of many hours of rest before leaving, Tommy was so stressful that it was as if he had not slept in days.

After a few hours on the road, Tommy crossed the border from New Mexico into Colorado. He would pass through Pueblo, Colorado Springs and then Denver on his way north towards the Wyoming border. He had a Rand McNally Motor Carriers Road Atlas with him and he checked it often at fuel and bathroom stops to make certain that he was doing OK. Just North of Colorado Springs, the storm front reared it's ugly head and tiny white snowflakes begin to flutter and dance over the windshield. The overhead trip computer button was pushed and it said 26 degrees. This was definitely not fun. The good part is that the snow that was falling seemed to be remaining light and it was not increasing. By this time Tommy was admittedly getting tired. He had left the ranch just before the sun began to rise, and he anticipated making it into Scottsbluff somewhere between seven and eight P.M.. He had driven this way before with his Uncles. At that time they were towing a big horse trailer, but he knew the route and it was not completely foreign. It had been when he was on a school vacation.

By the time that Tommy reached Cheyenne Wyoming, the snow was still falling and it was getting heavier. This was not good. He hoped that Tim was an experienced driver. He definitely wanted to sleep through this on the way back. By the time that Tommy made it on to Wyoming 85 exhaustion was beginning to set in. When he hit Scottsbluff, he found the address easily and knocked on the door. A few seconds later Tommy and Tim met in the flesh for the first time. Cheryl Kelly was out with girlfriends, and because of the weather, Tim's Mom had been forced to go into work. One of the other waitresses was unable to make it because of weather related problems at their farm. She kissed Tim and wondered if she would ever see her son again. She wondered a little when she saw the way that Tim looked at Tommy's pictures on the internet. Rick, Tim's Dad had been bisexual and she knew all along. She had never told Cheryl or Tim about it because it was never something that they needed to know. She had always wondered if Tim was going to follow in his Father's footsteps. He was a great son, and in fact he was too great and this was what made her in some ways suspicious. He cared more about she and Cheryl than dating. In his entire life in Scottsbluff, Tim had never dated a single girl. There were always excuses. There was school, there was study, there was work, there was work to be done on their house. Maybe she should have pushed that issue more, but the family needed the money that Tim earned if he were going to be living there. Tim contributed to everything and even paid for things for the home out of his earnings. Cheryl was just the opposite, if she could get out of work or spend every dime she had at the Mall with friends that was what she would do. When she got home Tim her only son would be gone, but Art McCready was right, the kid had to begin to find his own way in life.

Back at the Kelly's modest home Tim was not at all prepared for what he saw. Looking at a muscle monster on a computer and looking at him in the flesh was completely different. In person, he looked ten times bigger. The size of his chest and shoulders, the way he had to dress to look nice, the walk, the whole thing made Tim get weak in the knees. The dark shadow on Tommy's face, the hair on the backs of his hands. All the details that Tommy had not seen in the pictures were almost making Tommy a new person again.

In the living room, a stack of boxes were in the middle of the living room floor, mainly clothing and a few more personal things that were his memories. Tommy walked over to the pile and then to Tim. He hugged Tim in person for the first time. In spite of everything, Tim did not really instantly know how to react. Here he was in the flesh, Tommy, a living-breathing embodiment of his hottest wet dream and it all seemed surreal because of that.

Tim's reaction initially scared Tommy and he pulled back. Tim felt instantly awful and realized that he had hurt Tommy.

Tim felt that the only thing he could do was to be honest. "Tommy, I'm sorry, one could see five hundred pictures of you and it would still not prepare them for how big you are in person. Seeing something in three dimensions is totally different than a photographic representation.

Even in the loose clothing, Tim could see every muscle expand and change position. Tommy picked up one cedar chest with a puzzled look, but said nothing as he carried it out the door. Tim had used a skate type furniture dolly to move it. Tommy picked it up as if it weighed nothing and threw an old horse blanket over it under the camper shell that covered the chest and Tim's other belongings to prevent scratching. As tired as he was, Tommy had the truck loaded in record time. For a few seconds Tim stood at the passenger door of the truck and looked at the front of his home wondering if it would be the last time he would ever see it. Tommy sensed Tim's feelings and moved in behind him. With the front door of the crew cab Dodge open, the heat from the cab and the falling snowflakes obscured the view of anyone who might have seen if they had chosen to look, Tommy gave Tim a very gentle and nurturing hug and gently and sweetly kissed the back of his neck. Tim broke, and with tears running down his face he turned to face Tommy for the first time and kissed him on the lips. It was such a wonderful soul searching kiss that it shook 240 pound Tommy to his very core.

Tommy handed the keys to the truck to Tim and said: "If you're going to be our "hand" and "mine", you're going to have to learn to get along with this giant beast. I guess that now is as good a time as any to learn. I know you'll do fine"

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