Nick Staples could hear his heart beating as he jogged along the deserted path in the park. It was a sunny morning and the sun's heat had not yet warmed the day. The sweat ran down his brow as he jogged along, and gathered in the crevices of his abs. He was just eighteen and loved to run and this day was going good. He had just finished his work out at his gym, and now was doing his run. His body showed his strict regiment of working out. His chest and abs are nicely cut, and his ass is tight and round. His arms and legs are bulging with well-developed muscles, which show well as he runs. Ahead he could see some street thugs, they looked harmless, but he took no chances. He crossed over to another path that led into the woods. The thugs took off running after him and he picked up his pace to out distance himself from them. He glanced back to see how close they were, and tripped over a tree root that crossed the path. He went down in a painful spill, and the thugs soon caught up with him.

"Thought you could out run us faggot, didn't you," they said to him as he lay in pain on the ground.

"What do you want with me," he asks them, considering that there is three of them and one of him. "I am not no fag either." he retorts as they laugh at him.

"Fags come here all the time to run and hook up," they tell him. "So you must be a fag. Besides, fag or not your ass is ours now, boy."

The biggest of the three reaches down and picks him up off the ground. He pushes him hard and he topples over, landing back on the ground.

He looks around hoping that a park ranger would be making his rounds and he could get help, knowing that these kids cannot be more than seventeen or eighteen at the most and that they mean to do him harm.

"Pick him up," the big one tells the other two. They grab him by the arms and they take him off, deep into the woods. They are out of view of anyone passing by on the path, as the two of them hold him by his arms.

"Strip off the clothes fag," the big one tells him, as the two release his arms.

"Why, I have done nothing to you," he tells the big one, "Why are you doing this to me?" He comes over and hits him hard in his gut and he bends over in pain.

"Like I said before fag, strip off the clothes," he says with more authority to his voice. He slowly pulls down his running shorts and they dropped to the ground.

"Step out of 'em," he says. He steps out of them, as the big guy picks them up, and he tosses them into the woods. He points to my jock and motions it down; he removes it and he then tosses it into the woods also. He stands there naked with his hands covering his front and the big guy comes over and grabs his hands.

"Now its time to teach this faggot a lesson," he says looking at the other two with a grin on his face. He undoes his pants and drops them as he stands before him.

"Down on your knees fag," he orders. "You suck my cock real good and maybe we won't hurt ya."

He slowly drops to his knees and he grabs him by his hair as he shoves his cock deep down his throat and he gags from the assault.

"You give me pain and I will show you what pain is, fucker," he says to him and shoves it down his throat again. He swallows to accommodate his cock as he moves up and down on his cock, as he forcefully fucks his face. He slams his mouth until feels he is ready to shoot and he pulls his cock out. He stands him up and has him bend over a fallen tree, as he spits on his hand, rubs it on his cock, and then shoves it in his ass all the way.

"Oh fuck, please stop that hurts," he screams out in pain, but he laughs as he pushes his cock all the way in again as he had pulled it almost out. He forcefully starts to pound his ass as the other two hold him down. The pain is horrendous that he feels and he fears that he may pass out from it, as he just keeps pounding away. He soon feels his tormentor's cock swell knowing that he must be close, and he soon feels him shoot his come deep inside his ass. He keeps slamming his ass until he has no more sperm to give, and he pulls out as another of the two takes his place. He, like the first just pushes his cock in and he is thankful for the come that is in there for lube. He is smaller also, as he pounds him hard, and he soon shoots his load and pulls out. The last one looks at him and says to the big one.

"I ain't putting my dick in there after you two just fucking came in him. He can blow instead,"

The big one grabs him by the hair and pulls his head up, and the kid shoves his cock deep into his mouth and he starts to fuck his mouth. He aggressively slams his mouth for what seems like eternity. He is moaning and slamming until he shoots his sperm deep into his throat. He pulls out his cock as the big one drops his head, and he kicks him in the ribs hard. He falls over to his side as he grabs his ribs, and cries out in pain. They run off leaving him naked and in pain, as he wonders how will he ever get out of there. He is lying there for almost an hour when he hears the sound of horse's feet on the path. He cries out in pain, hoping that the rider will hear him.

"Help me please, help me," he yells. It's a few moments and he sees the uniform of a park ranger coming through the woods.

"Shit kid, what happened to you," he asks him as he bends down to give him aid. "Where the hell are your clothes," he asks him.

"I was jogging and these three thugs jumped and raped me, ranger," Nick tells him as he looses his self-control. "They threw my clothes somewhere over in the woods," he says pointing in the general direction of where they threw them. He kneels down beside him and is feeling his ribs that he's holding, and he cries out in pain.

"I think you may have a broken rib or two," he says. "Lets get you to a hospital and get you looked at." He radios for an ambulance and it arrives as what seems like forever later. They had a hard time reaching him and the ranger had to carry him out to the ambulance. Nick spent hours in the emergency room and was waiting for a taxi to come, when the ranger came in.

"I wasn't sure if you would still be here," he says to Nick. "I wanted to see how you were doing and get a description of the guys that attacked you."

"I have no broken ribs the x-rays showed, but only a few badly bruised ones," he tells him. "I was waiting for a taxi to pick me up so I could go home."

"Why don't you let me take you home and I can get the information I need," he says. "We can call the taxi company and cancel the cab." Nick calls the taxi company to cancel the cab and the ranger pulls his car around for Nick to get in.

"My name is Paul Jacobs," he tells him. "I have been a ranger now for nearly twenty years; and I have seen that park go downhill quite a bit over the last few years."

"Well Paul it is a pleasure to meet you," Nick tells him. "Nick Staples the name. I thought I would be there forever until you came along. Thank you so much for your help."

"Just doing my job is all, by the way, what happened today, son," he asks.

"Well, I went for my usual run like I always do, and I notice these three guys ahead of me. To avoid trouble I crossed over to another path to avoid them and they soon came after me. I must have tripped on a tree root because I fell flat on my face. They caught up with me and started to call me names and then they dragged me off into the woods where they beat and raped me and then left me."

"We have had complaints about those three before. I think we have a pretty good idea who they are." He tells him. "Would you be willing to pick them out of a line up if we can pick them up," he asks.

"Definitely, if it gets them off the street, and spares someone else from having to experience what I went through." Nick tells him.

"This is my place right here," Nick tells him, pointing to an old brownstone. "I dread going in, I live on the third floor and the stairs, I know will kill going up."

"Here let me help you getting up there." He volunteers. He is a gentle man of about forty-nine, give or take a year or so. He is tall and well built. He does not seem to have an ounce of fat on him so he must work out, I think to myself. His hair is brown with just a touch of gray starting to show, his eyes are hazel, and they glow as the sunlight hits them. His arms are muscular and his skin is tan, from being outside all day. He runs around to Nick's side of the car, and helps him get out. He takes him by the arm and helps him up the front steps. Nick has to stop half way up as he cringes with pain, and he gently sits him on the wall.

"This is not going to work Nick. How are you going to make it up three flights of stairs when you can't even make up the front steps," Paul says to him.

"I have to Paul, I have no other place to go," he tell him. He is silent for a moment as Nick catches his breath and then he looks at him and says.

"If you have no objections, I can put you up until you are better," he says with a smile. "I live alone and have plenty of room and it would not be any inconvenience at all."

"Paul, I really appreciate your offer. You don't even know me and you are willing to help a perfect stranger." Nick says to him.

"I am sure that you are not perfect and I would love the company," he says with a laugh. "Now what do you say, how about it Nick."

"Well, I would sure appreciate not having to climb three flights of stairs, and if you are sure that it is not an inconvenience, sure thanks," he tells him and they shake hands.

"How about you give me your keys and I go up and get you some clothes," he says. He gives him his keys and gives him directions as to where to find his clothes. He helps him back to his car, and then goes up to Nick's apartment. He is back down fifteen minutes later with his things smiling.

"What is so amusing," he asks mentioning the smile thinking how cute he is when he smiles.

"Nice place you have, neat and orderly," he says. "You can tell a lot about a person by the way they keep the place where they live," he says smiling at him again and Nick is soon feeling something for this man.

They drive off to his place and Nick notices he lives in the nicer part of town. He has a beautiful three-bedroom ranch on a quiet dead end street. As they walk into his home, he has a spacious living room with a fireplace and a dining room just off it to the left. His kitchen is nicely appointed, with his pots and pans hanging from a pot rack above an island stove. He has a half bath just off the kitchen Nick notices, as he leads him down the hall to the first bedroom. He has converted it into an office that is filled with antiques. On one wall, he has all shelves filled with books. An antique mahogany desk just in front of them with a pair of leather wing backs chairs across from the desk. He takes him to the guest room and he sets his things down in there. It has an antique bed with marble top nightstands on each side of it. A high boy is next to the door leading to a private bath.

"This will be your room Nick," he says to him and Nick notices how round his ass is in his uniform.

"I love the antiques Paul, they are beautiful," Nick tells him.

"They belonged to my grandparents." He tells him as he gives a quick glance at Nick as he studies the furniture.

He takes him to his bedroom and it is just as grand. He has an antique bed with a three-step staircase leading up to it on each side. The canopy is elegant and maybe fifteenth century one would guess. There is a pair of Louis the fourteenth nightstands and dressers to match to complete the room. His private bath is just off to the right of the entrance to his room.

"Your home is so elegant Paul, I would never have guessed it from the outside." Nick says noticing how beautiful it is for a man.

"I like to keep it that way," he says. "Less tempting to thieves."

"Well let's get something to eat and relax." He says. "I am not that good of a cook so please bear with me."

"Why don't you let me do the cooking, because I am a good cook and love to cook for others." Nick tells him as they head to the kitchen.

"You're my guest," he says, "I can't have you cooking for yourself and me when you are hurting."

"Don't be silly, the pain pills have kicked in and I am fine. Besides I love to cook and it will be my way of thanking you for your hospitality." Nick says knowing that the best way to a man's heart is through his stomach, his grandmother use to say.

He shows him what he has for food and he whips up Fettuccini Alfredo with chicken and broccoli. Nick sends him out for a loaf of Italian bread and he make them some garlic bread with it. He asks Paul to pick out a nice wine and they sit down to eat.

"Wow this is so good Nick. Where the fuck you learn to cook like this," he says then catches himself. "Sorry Nick, I didn't mean to swear." He says blushing. It looks so cute on him at his age, blushing Nick is thinking.

"Don't worry about the swearing Paul, I don't have virgin ears." He tells him. They finish their meal and he tells him to sit as he cleans up the dishes. He grabs the bottle of wine and they take it out to the patio. The patio overlooks a swimming pool and has an attached Jacuzzi. He grabs a remote and pushes a button and an awning comes down from the wall, as they sit at a marble top table and enjoy their wine.

"Maybe later you might want to go in the Jacuzzi for a bit. It might loosen up your ribs," he says.

"I didn't grab a swimsuit unless you did when you were upstairs at my place," Nick says wondering if he dare go naked when Paul answers his questioning mind.

"Hell Nick, we are both men," he says, "go naked like I do. Besides I have complete privacy back here." He says.

"Well, we will see," he says, thinking it might do him some good in the hot water and it won't hurt seeing him naked either wondering what he looks like naked.

They sit and talk, mostly about Nick, for hours as the sunsets. The light gives Paul's eyes a romantic glow and they mesmerize Nick as his tan is radiant in the softness of the setting sun and he hangs on Paul's every word.

"I haven't heard you mention your parents at all, Nick."

"They were killed in a car crash three years ago and I lived with a cousin until a few months ago," he says as his eyes well up with tears.

"I am so sorry Nick, for mentioning it." He says apologetically as he puts his hand on Nick's thigh.

"Thank you Paul, I am over the shock of it now, but I do still miss them," he tells him. "My dad and I were best friends and my mom taught me how to cook."

"Well she did a right fine job, son," he says with a smile showing his beautiful teeth.

"You sure have a nice smile Paul," he tells him as the wine gives him a warm glow.

"Well like I always say, 'sometimes one smile means more than a dozen roses,'" As he gives him that smile again. "It is getting late and if we are going to get in that Jacuzzi we had better be getting going," he says getting up.

Nick gets up and falls right back down in his seat as the glasses of wine have an intoxicating affect on him and he stumbles trying to get to his feet.

"Here let me help, Nick," he says putting his strong arm around him and Nick drinks in the scent of the man that has his arm around him. "We don't want you falling and hurting yourself more, now do we," he says as they walk to the Jacuzzi.

His scent is invigorating and it caries him back to when his dad would hold him on his lap while they were watching TV. He leans into Paul and drinks in his scent letting it flood his senses. He sits Nick on a chair beside the Jacuzzi and bends down to untie his shoes as Nick leans forward some to take a whiff of his hair and it has a faint smell of herbs and soap. He takes off Nick's shoes and socks and he glances up into his eyes. The light now is dancing in Paul's eyes and Nick leans forward to give him a kiss but he starts to fall.

"Whoa now son. I think you had a bit to much of the wine tonight," he says with that sexy smile. "Here stand up and hold on to me, let me undress you so we can get you into the water," he says.

He stands and he puts his arms around Paul's neck as he unbuttons Nick's shirt and the warmth of his chest is comforting as he removes it. He lets go long enough for him to let it fall to the ground and I put my arms once again around his neck. He starts to remove my running shorts, which sends electricity through my body as his thumbs go beneath my waistband and his cock gets a tingling sensation through it.

"I feel like such a lushhh, because I can't even undresssss myselfff," he slurs.

"Don't worry about it kid, we have all been it this state at least once in our lifetime," he says. "Now this is going to be a little tricky," he says. "You hold on to me tight now, hear," he says as he kneels downs in front of me.

He pulls down Nick's running shorts and his jock in one swift move and he looses his balance and falls forward shoving his cock right into Paul's face. Paul grabs Nick's hips and they freeze for a long moment, and then he helps him regain my balance.

"Almost lost you there, didn't we kid." He says with a big teethe grin.

He helps Nick get in the water and the heat from it makes his head spin and he is smiling from ear to ear as Paul steadies him in the corner of the tub. Nick watches as he slowly pulls his shirt off over his head, his chest has a light dusting of chestnut hair that shines in the fading sunlight. His pecks are firm and his nipples stand tall and plump. Nick follows his hand as it goes to his pants as they lightly feel their way along his abs. He definitely has a six-pack and not a bit of fat. He undoes his belt and unbuttons his pants and when he unzips them, they fall as they puddle softly around his ankles as he kicks off his shoes. He steps out of his pants, removing his socks, and then places his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs as he quickly pulls them down exposing his large cut manhood. He gives them a kick and the fly across the yard and he gives his balls a tug. He turns and steps into the Jacuzzi, and his ass is round, white and firm. Nick starts to reach out to touch it, then think better of it and pull his hand back as Paul turns and sit down.

"Now isn't this nice," he says. "Nothing like a good soak to loosen up tight muscles."

They are both just lying back and soaking and Nick's mind is on Paul's hot body. What a well-maintained man, he thinks to myself, when so many men his age let themselves go. They soak for maybe an hour and Nick is starting to fall asleep.

"Hey son, why don't we get you into bed, before you fall to sleep and drown in here." He says.

"That might be a good idea. The water has made me so relaxed."

"Will you be all right while I go grab us some towels," he asks.

"Yeah," he says, "as long as I don't stand up."

He gets out and Nick watches as his cute fucking ass as it goes waltzing across the patio. Nick can feel his cock start to rise as Paul pauses at the door and glances back. He goes inside and soon returns with two jumbo towels.

"Here we go little buddy," he says reaching a hand down to Nick to help him stand up. He stands up and walks forward and pauses, Nick's face now is level with Paul's cock and he stares at his manhood still wet and glistening in the moonlight. He wants to reach out and take it in his mouth but Paul's voice calls him back to his senses.

"Up now Nick, both hands buddy," he says taking his other hand. He gets out of the water and he wraps him in the fluffy white towel. He slowly starts to dry Nick off starting with my back. He rubs his back from his neck on down to the small of his back.

"Lean into me some Nick," he says.

He leans in to him holding on for dear life, even though he no longer needs to and he starts to dry his ass paying much attention to its valley. He softly moans as he hits his rosebud and he seems to linger there somewhat longer. He straightens him up and then drops to his knees, as he dries each one of his legs as he slowly goes down his left one. When he gets to Nick's feet he says lift, and he lift each one and he dries it. He dries the other as he goes up the right one and stops as he gets to Nick's cock. He is facing Nick's cock as he looks up at him, and he is looking down at him. His eyes are sparkling from the moonlight and the water on his face glistens. He looks back at his cock and he puts the towel around it and starts to dry it he moans as he gently massages it causing his cock to rise. He looks up at Nick and he is looking down at the most handsomest man he has ever known. He bends down and pulls him up to his feet and he puts his arms around his neck.

"Are you sure, son," he says looking deep in his eyes as Nick places his lips to his. He parts his lips and welcomes his tongue inside, and they kiss a kiss of passion. His arms envelope him and pulls Nick lightly to him as he surrenders himself to him. His lips are like honey to Nick's and he drink in the taste of them. He breaks their kiss, stands back, and says.

"You know Nick, this is not why I asked you to stay with me. I don't want you to think you have to do this because you owe me. I know that you are hurting and I will be gentle with you," he says and he looks like a man lost to the world as he stands there hoping for acceptance.

"Paul I have been so taken by you ever since the park. You have captured my heart, Paul. I know you feel that your age and mine, is something of a concern. I do not care about age love; I look at the man, and what is inside. The way that you cared for me, in the park and when I was feeling drunk, no ordinary man would ever do that, they would have taken advantage of me. You were tender and loving in the way that you handled me, I knew then that I was falling in love," Nick says. They kissed as young lovers that first kiss of true love, one of promise of time immortal. He took my hand and led me inside to his bedroom. As he climbed the steps to Paul's bed, he thought to himself, 'I am climbing the stairway to heaven and in his arms I will definitely find it'. They made passionate love that was tender and sweet, as Nick gave him his most precious treasure for his taking, even after the abuse of the rape his love gave him no pain, even though the pain pills helped also. When they climaxed together, they felt as one as they rode the wave of their emotions. They embraced each other and kissed passionately until they came down from their love's high. He lay over Nick, staring into his eyes, and told him how much he loved him. They spent the rest of the night talking and making love.

How can two people fall in love, this quick you say, I do not know, but one thing I do know. That was over twenty years ago and we have been so happy and in love through out those years. I had a man that had taught me what it meant to love and be loved. He was slow in teaching me the ways of love, making sure that I would remember. I know that we had many years between us, but what years God gave us were filled with love for one another. Paul had given me more than I could have ever given him. I miss my man but I know that who ever I find to love again will have a man that was taught by the best in the ways of love.

To my man you shall be surely missed. Me.