This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it might not be very pure either! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it -- please stop here. If not, -- ENJOY!
Cast of characters:
Ben Hastings -- That's me!
Bill "Bubba" Hastings -- My Dad
Veronica Hastings -- My Mom.
Reyna -- My Best Friend
Ranj Kumar-- Another friend
Jared -- A football whore.
Rex Majors -- Ranj's roommate.
Everett Majors - Rex's younger brother
Mick and Mack Majors - The twins
Kirby and Wyatt -- the youngest Majors
Etienne Croissant -- Salesman
Alan Randall -- Dad's friend
From Chapter 30:
"Well - - we can go out to breakfast -- or something. My treat!"
"O -- okay." I said.
He gave me a few numbers to dial that evening, and we hung up.
I couldn't get the picture out of my head of Cindy humping my side --
and my reaction to it and of course - - - Al's obvious "Is Ban Gay?"
look.
Chapter 31:
Etienne arrived exactly at 8:00 AM. He gave my jeans and white dress shirt a sidelong glance. "Sorry, Dude!" I said. I promise as soon as I get a chance, I'll get some duds. I couldn't wear these again," I said, holding up the bad with the clothing he loaned me from yesterday, "They stink!" I decided not to tell him that that slutty girl was rubbing her crotch all over them.
I expected McDonalds again, but he took me to a pretty nice coffee shop for breakfast. I waited until he ordered, as my parents had taught me, then ordered something similar in price.
"When's your birthday, Ben?" He said out of the blue, as we were finishing our food and he was paying the waiter.
"Huh?"
"Your birthday -- when is it?"
"August -- 31st, why?"
"Good, you're getting a nice outfit from me!"
"You don't need to do that. Besides, that's too far away. I will buy my - "
"I mean this afternoon -- after our last appointment. And -- I won't take no for an answer. And -- right now -- We're going to my place so I can change clothes. I'll get into something more like you have on."
"Aww -- Etienne -- I'm sorry! I feel like such a - "
"Ben -- it's okay -- really! It won't hurt to dress down for a day."
He grinned and something was different -- I couldn't quite figure it out.
When we got to his apartment, he first took off his silk shirt. He had no undershirt, and his toned upper body almost made me drool. Toned both in muscles and in color, he had a well developed tan as well. I sat on the bed to wait, and then he unzipped his Dockers. Nothing under them either. Well, that's not quite so. There was a nice package that fell loosely in front of him.
He hung nicely -- maybe 5" soft. I turned away. When I turned back he was neatly tucking that 5" -- or maybe it was more like 5 ½ - cuz I think it grew a little -- into his stretch jeans. He smiled at my obvious appreciation. Then I noticed what was so different. He had some smile wrinkles around his eyes yesterday. Now they seemed to be gone.
"Etienne," I said, trying to change the subject -- at least in my brain - from his nicely cut dick, "Your -- I mean - you look -- younger today."
"I probably got a little more sleep last night."
"I mean -- your eyes -- they -- or at least I thought I remembered some -- smile lines -- around them." I wasn't gonna say wrinkles!
"Oh yeah. I got some new stuff called Sti-Vectin. It seems to work pretty well, huh? I just put some around my eyes last night. They're still there, just not so pronounced."
"Uh -- yeah -- looks good." I said.
"You don't like it, do you?" He said, almost forlornly. "I guess I just have to admit it -- I'll never get a guy who is young and beautiful -- like you. I guess when you're gay, being a late bloomer is not a good thing."
"Wha - - at?" I said. "Late bloomer?"
He sat right next to me on the bed. "A guy like you just isn't interested in me -- I know -- I've met `you' over and over in the last couple years. They seem pretty interested until they learn my age. And believe me -- thirty has its own built in reactions in young guys!"
"I don't think it matters -- that much. Age is just a number." I said.
"You know how many times I have heard that one just before a guy walks out of my life? I guess the problem is I've always gotten along better with younger guys." He almost whined. After a long pause, he said, "I'm open to any suggestions. Obviously, you don't want something this old."
"I dunno about that." I said. "But I'm just not too sure I'm ready for the kind of commitment that a guy your age would want." I said, then added "You know what? Maybe we shouldn't be talking about what people do at certain ages. Sorry. I feel too old for my brother -- I mean he's not my brother, but Everett is only -- well, almost 18 -- the same day I will be 21. And yet he is having fun playing around with another guy, Jared, and he's older than I am. And for them there is no commitment. So age must not be the thing at all."
"Yeah -- age is just a number!" He said, with a humorless laugh. "But it's a number that seems to fuck me up -- every time."
"Etienne -- you definitively don't look old! You look older than I do, but who says you have to tell everyone your age when you first meet them -- like you did to me? Well it was almost the first time. I will admit, that was intimidating to me!"
"I don't like to lie." He said, almost embarrassed.
"Nooo, Etienne! You don't need to lie. But you don't have to tell everyone all you know. Let `em guess. And stop reminding ME your so much older!" I moved away from him on the bed and scrutinized him. He frowned. "You look GOOD!" I said. He laughed.
"Thanks! I really needed that."
"And your accent - - I'm getting used to it, but -- it's really sexy!"
He scooted closer to me again and leaned in close to my face. "Do you think -- um -- a guy like -- um -- YOU -- could be interested in -- a guy like -- um -- me?" His eyes were pleading.
"You've always been interesting to me. I think I'm more uncomfortable with the idea of playing with the guy I work for than the age thing."
"I told you - "
"I know -- I work WITH you -- not FOR you. For now it doesn't feel that way."
"Do I have to fire you to have a chance, then?" He said, jokingly seductive.
"I just -- want to -- go slow -- and that's not because of you -- that would be with anyone." All this while I was well aware that he was sitting half naked, next to me, his jeans still unzipped -- and I was fully clothed. "Why don't you put some clothes on -- for a start.
He stood up and zipped his fly. He turned and said, "That better?"
His washboard abs were inches away from my face. I don't think I even thought about what my left hand was rubbing, but my right hand seemed to reach out of it's own volition and ran a finger down them, stopping short of his waistband. He sucked his breath in sharply, then sat down again and wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. My mind was reeling. He smelled awesome! So totally male. So sweet. All at once I wanted to run out the door - - and to lie back and let him take me.
I pulled him over on top of me. He pulled off my shirt, and we groped and kissed each other almost savagely. Of course we both had only jeans on, but his hips started to thrust and I felt his boner pressing hard into my own. I wrapped my legs around him and forced his crotch even harder in to mine.
Etienne was shaking somewhat and he grabbed me and pulled me close, burying his face in my neck, his open mouth sucking and gently biting on my shoulder.
He stopped. Out of breath, he said to me, "Ben -- Ben -- Ben! Omigod, you are one hot little number aren't you!"
I relaxed my leg hold on him and answered, "Not usually. I have no excuse. Your abs were there inches from my nose and -- I'm sorry -- I just -- reacted."
"Omigod! You're sorry!!?" He marveled. "You see, this is why! This is exactly why I am still single at -- well, you know. I have never done anything quite that spontaneous. I always have to ask."
"I've never done anything like that either." I said, embarrassed.
"Ben -- we don't have time to finish -- what we started -- we really need to go to our appointment. I don't want to get lost and be late."
We had plenty of time. I knew pretty much where we were going. But I said, "It's okay. I'm not even sure what `finish' means. I shouldn't have done that -- and I'm sorry."
"Well -- I'm not sorry, Ben!"
"I know -- and -- that's why I AM sorry. I don't want to lead you on."
"Lead me on?" He cried. "To what?"
"I dunno -- to thinking there was more than - - there was -- I guess."
"I'm not sure what you believe I may have expected, Ben. All I know was that what you did -- was hot and I loved it. I don't think I expected anything. You sure made me feel desired. I still feel -- it -- inside."
"Me too. I just don't want to make too much of it."
"Okay. We won't. We are just two guys who -- wanted to -- um -- feel something -- anything -- or at least that's how I felt."
"Yeah, me too. Shall we get going?"
I was still feeling supremely embarrassed. I think he sensed it. We rode in pretty much silence except for me telling him where to turn. Finally, he said, "Ben -- thanks. I really needed that. I wanted more, but you gave me what I needed."
I suppressed the urge to remind him one more time not to make too much over it. I think he got it.
We had three appointments that day, in far flung corners of the Los Angeles valley. We sold one car. He let me take the lead on the third appointment. All of the prospective buyers were dressed much nicer than we were. As soon as our last appointment was over and we were on the road, I said, "Okay -- NOW you can take me shopping! I felt -- um -- well, underdressed, I guess."
"I'm going to give you part of the commission, Ben."
"Oh no! These were your - "
"No, I mean it. You were part of the recipe that convinced Mr. Harvey to buy. We made over $4,000.00 on that one sale!"
I couldn't help showing my amazement.
"Ben -- that's not typical. These guys are usually used to getting a considerable discount -- and it's built in to the prices -- but between you and me, I think we -- well -- kept him entertained -- or something. I know he liked us -- thought we were extremely funny."
"He did laugh a lot, didn't he!" I said.
"I'm gonna put your clothes on my credit card. You contributed at lease half of - "
"Nuh-uh! NO WAY!" I cried. "You can't give me that much! I won't accept it!"
"O- kaaay." He drawled. "Then I'll take $2500 and you get what's left -- something over $1500. No more arguments! That's cast in stone!" It didn't feel right -- to me -- what with the extra stuff we had done. That's exactly why I didn't want to -- mix business with pleasure. I felt like a whore! And we didn't really even do anything - - yet! Would he now expect something? "Oh!" He added. Uh-oh! "So, shall I pick you up tomorrow morning -- same time?"
"You have another appointment that early?"
"It's in Studio City. 9:30."
"Sure. Pick me up at 8:00 and -- tomorrow I'll spring for breakfast!"
"Deal!" He said, smiling.
He took me home and before I got out, he squeezed my leg. I looked into his eyes. "Ben, I owe you a lot for today!"
"I didn't really do any - "
"I meant before we went out. I have all but lost my confidence. You have made me feel like I'm worth something -- again."
"I don't know what to say. I -- just told you the truth."
"Dnd I don't think you'd lie to me -- I believe you -- that's the difference. Lots of guys have told me -- that I'm -- cute, hot -- whatever -- but somehow -- I believe you -- more. Thanks!" He put his hand on my cheek. I glanced around -- it WAS still light. "Sorry. See you tomorrow."
I went into the house and was met by my mom. "How did it go today?" She said.
"I made 1500 bucks!"
"Wow! What did you sell?"
I wanted to say, "Myself!" But instead, I said, "A Lamborghini."
"You make that much on just one car?"
"You do when they cost over a hundred grand. Actually, I got the smaller part of the commission."
"What's in the bag?"
"I needed some new clothes to wear to these people's homes."
She looked at me jeans and white shirt. "Yes -- for that kind of money, they deserve a professional."
Yeah. I felt like I was part of the world's oldest profession! I smiled and went to my room.
I looked at my contact list. I determined to make at least six appointments. I started making calls. It took me 9 calls to make 6 appointments. On the ninth call, Mr. Warman asked me to come tomorrow -- at 11:30 -- in Burbank. I asked if I could come another time, saying I had a pretty tight schedule. He told me that was the only time he had open for the next three weeks, and he needed a car by that time. I agreed.
I immediately called Etienne. He recognized my number. "Hi Ben!" he said happily. I hated to dampen his enthusiasm.
"Etienne -- um -- one of my contacts -- insisted to see me tomorrow. It's too close to your first appointment. I'm going to have to go solo tomorrow."
"Oh!" He said, more disappointed than disheartened. "Well -- you had to do it eventually, I guess. How will you get there?"
"I guess I'll borrow my mom's car."
"Is that the minivan I saw in the driveway?"
"Yes."
"Hmmm." I could hear the disapproval. "Well, if that's all we have to work with -- but Ben -- appearance is everything with these people."
"I know. Well, what can I do? Sorry. But he was insistent."
"Oh well, maybe he won't -- um -- care. Do what you have to do. We'll get you a car -- like mine - in less than 30 days. Good luck. I -- well -- I was looking forward to -- being -- with you again tomorrow."
I told Mom at dinner my problem and asked to use her car. "Oh dear!" She said. "I have a very busy day tomorrow -- lots of running around, including getting the twins to a doctor's appointment. -- I suppose that -- well -- your new job is more important, I suppose."
I really felt bad. I looked guiltily at the twins. They both looked relieved.
We were still eating dessert when my cell phone rang. It was Etienne. "Hey, Ben! I got my first appointment to reschedule for 7:30. So -- if you want we can do that and then do your one in Burbank. I checked the map. It's not that far. Do you have others tomorrow?"
"No. That's the only one -- tomorrow. I've been trying to make them out there, so I could get more time with you -- for training."
"That's good. Hey -- I was thinking: I live about halfway between you and Studio city. Why don't you come over tonight -- bring some of your new clothes -- and you can stay here."
I'm sure I waited way too long to answer him. "Umm -- well, I dunno. I kinda promised my dad that - "
"Oh, don't break your plans with your dad, Ben. I'll just pick you up at 6:00 AM. I'm getting used to going to breakfast with you -- is that okay? At least you have clothes to wear, so we won't have to stop by my place to get you dressed -- not that I minded that! HAHA!"
"Okay." I said nervously, "See you at six. Laterz!"
I felt nervous because I hated lying. My parents told me years ago that any time I wanted, I could use them for an excuse -- if I needed -- to get out of doing something I either shouldn't - - or didn't want to do. I haven't used it much, but it still made me feel sneaky doing it.
I was still not finished with dessert, and Dad asked, "Um -- what did we have planned -- tonight?"
I felt the blood rising to my face. "Oh. Um -- well, remember you told me I could use you for an excuse if - "
"Oh -- you wanted to get out of something. Okay -- that's good enough for me."
"Okay -- good." I said. "Dad, maybe -- maybe - "
"Did you want to go for another drive?"
"Er -- well -- maybe a walk? Or a drive would be fine."
"No -- we can walk. Then you won't have to be lying to your friend."
Dad had the class not to ask why I wanted to ditch my friend.
We put on light jackets and stepped outside for a walk. "What's on your mind, Son?"
"I wanted you to know that I have thought about what you wanted me to -- a lot. And I promise -- I won't make any set-in-stone decisions right now. But - "
"Yeah, that's important, Ben. Because when we aver something too strongly, sometimes pride gets in the way, even if we want to change our course."
"But I'm not going to actively pursue a relationship with a girl right now, Dad. I don't have any motivation. I know that family is important to you and you want me to have what you have. And I can see how it makes you and Mom happy. I'm not ready to think in those terms right now. That's all."
"Your mother told me about the commission that your friend shared with you. That was very nice of him."
"I know it looks suspicious, Dad. He wanted to give me more. But he also will be getting a piece of all my commissions, and I think he wants me to feel positive about this job."
"That's good." Said Dad, avoiding what we were both thinking. "Now -- about this job. I noticed that it takes most of your time. Do you think that will change?"
"Um -- I dunno -- Yeah, with the calls and stuff, it does take a lot of time. But -- obviously I have to put in the time -- to make the money. Right?"
"Yes -- that is a good conclusion. What I am a little worried about is -- will it leave time for school? College was always in your plans -- wasn't it?"
"I've been thinking about that a bit too, Dad. College isn't for everyone. I am not saying I'm ruling it out. I just kind of decided that I want to take a break. And maybe later on I will be more interested -- especially when I figure out what I want." I could see the disappointment on Dad's face. Then he brightened.
"That's true. It's hard to be motivated when you don't have a clear goal, Ben. But maybe you should think about taking one or two classes -- so you don't get rusty -- and you can get some of the general courses out of the way."
"Yeah -- that sounds like what I want to do."
"Ben, I want to make you do exactly as I want you to do -- but I know that's not possible, nor would I respect you if you accepted that kind of pressure from me. But as your father, I do want to let you know where I stand."
"I'll always want your advice, Dad."
"Well, from my perspective, sometimes I can see things that you maybe cannot. Time goes faster at my age. But I can see that you don't have as much time as you believe you have. The time to act on both these scenarios is sooner - - rather than later."
"Scenarios?"
"The college thing - - and the gay thing. Whatever you end up choosing, you know that your mother and I will always love you. And your happiness is the most important thing to us both. Don't wait too long but - -
don't make up your mind too soon either. About either one. Okay?"
"I told you I wouldn't, Dad. I know it's important to you, and really it is to me too. Thanks."
That pretty much ended our talk. And it made me feel better about not spending the night at Etienne's -- or at least telling him what I did about it.
When we came back, Everett and the twins were watching a basketball game. Dad sat in his chair and I sat on the love seat next to Ev. He looked surprised and moved to the far end of the chair. I felt cold. It wasn't long before the twins were asleep on the floor, and Ev had fallen asleep -- on my shoulder.
I worked my arm out and put it around his back and he slipped to my chest. Dad glanced over and smiled. He looked down at the twins who were all tangled up together, and shook his head. I'm sure he never foresaw anything like this in his future.
Ev snuggled up closer and I caressed his face, just as the Utah Jazz beat the Warriors. Dad said good night and touched the twins. They scrambled to their room. Dad shut out the lights, turned off the TV, and left us alone.
"Ev. Time for bed, bro."
"Mm?"
"It's time to go to bed." I said.
"K. Night." He said and he kissed my lips dryly and hugged me then went back to sleep.
I sat there for about ten minutes, feeling his breathing. I let escape a long rambling fart -- the result of the chili beans we had for dinner. He giggled. "You awake?" I asked.
"Uh-huh." He said, but obviously he wasn't very much awake.
"C'mon Ev, let's go to bed." I said again.
"K. I love you, Rexxy." He said and he rolled off me and on to the floor. Dad looked in when he heard the thump on the floor.
"Everything okay in here?"
"Ev just rolled off to the floor." He was still lying there, or rather was now on his forearms and shins, and with his butt sticking up in the air, he too let a loud blast escape.
"We better get him to his room before he contaminates the room!" Said dad, laughing. Dad came and picked Everett up and carried him to bed like he was a little boy. I followed.
"Night Daddy. You're not coming to bed with me tonight huh?" Slurred Everett as dad slipped out of the room. Dad closed the door and leaned against it, tears streaming from his eyes. I went to my own room and was asleep as soon as I took off my clothes and put on my sleep pants -- and my head hit my pillow.
I dreamed that Everett was snuggling with Rex. Then it was me with Rex, and I could feel and even smell him. Then I was lying away from Everett, but Dad was snuggling with him. Dad climbed on top of Ev, and immediately he was replaced by another older man, and somehow I knew it was his daddy.
Everett was saying something to me, but I don't know what, as his daddy was savagely thrusting himself in and out of Ev. It was like Ev didn't even know his dad was raping him, as he calmly talked to me. I couldn't hear what he was saying because there was screaming in my own head.
"Ben!" I was shaken awake. It was Dad. You were having a bad dream. Wanna share it?"
"Nuh-uh." I said. "Thanks." I said and rolled over. I didn't dream this time. I heard a knock at the door.
"Time to get up, Ben." My dad's voice called. "I think you said you are being picked up at 6?"
I woke up further to see that Ev was wrapped around me like a blanket. I heard the shower going. "Ev! Wake up! Get back to your room while Dad is in the shower!" I said, rolling away from him. He rolled over and looked up at me, pouting.
"You didn't like me here."
"I didn't know you were here, and of course I liked it. But you know Mom and Dad want you to be in with Wyatt and Kirby."
"They just don't want me in here with you." He pouted some more. "The boys sleep fine now."
"Maybe. But it is their house, Ev. So we have to abide by their rules."
"<> I know." He said and he went to my door and unlocked it and returned to his room.
Dang, I love that kid!
I listened for Dad's shower water to stop and then went across the hall and jumped in the shower there. Mom and Dad have their own bathroom in their bedroom, but when two take showers at once, someone either gets scalded or chilled!
As I got out of the shower, and walked across the hall, my towel around my waist, Dad saw me and whispered, "I hope it's okay -- I let Etienne in your room."
"Thanks for warning me."
"As long as he's here, I'll fix you guys some eggs and bacon -- if he hasn't eaten." Dad said, heading toward the kitchen. Mom usually slept in when he was up so early.
Unseen by Dad, I on purpose dropped my towel before entering my room. When I saw Etienne sitting on my bed, I said, "Oh!" and covered up my groin with my towel. My dick, though it was still hanging low, was fully engorged. His eyes got big for a moment, and then he smiled.
"Sorry. But I can't say I'm not pleased. You look good!" I turned around and finished drying off, my back and butt to him. I don't have the ripped abs he has, but I was pretty sure he'd like my smooth, hairless boy butt. I even bent over to dry between my toes, just to let that part of me wink at him. I think I heard him drool! I couldn't believe I was playing with him like than, but it was fun. I wondered if he knew what my game was.
I went to my dresser and took out some skimpy briefs, still with my back to him. My dick was steadily growing and it was difficult to fit it into the underwear, but then I took out one of my new pair of pants that he bought for me. I put them on and turned around to zip them up. His eyes were glued to my crotch as I pushed it all in and zipped it over the generous bulge. It stuck out nicely as I passed him to go to my closet and get one of my new shirts.
Then I lay it on the bed and went back past him to get a t-shirt out of my drawer.
"You do that very well!" he said.
"What?" I said, trying my best to hold back my laugh.
"Do you always dress so sexily? He said, rubbing (I think subconsciously!) his crotch.
"I dunno. Maybe. It did feel odd -- to be almost performing -- for you." I said.
"So you WERE performing!"
"Well, you WERE a very appreciative audience!" I teased.
He stood and took the t-shirt out of my hand. "Let me help." He put the t-shirt up to my head, I raised my arms and he fit the shirt over them and down over my head. He stopped as it covered my eyes and hugged me close. Somehow, he had raised his own shirt. My already fully engorged dick flexed and I was afraid precum was coming out, but I didn't feel any.
He then lowered his head and smelled under my arms. "Mmm. Nice deodorant!"
"Old Spice High Endurance." I said, and pulled his face to my chest. Man that felt good. He pulled the shirt down as his face came level with my own. When my shirt dropped below my face, I was looking directly into his face, his mouth partially open. I closed the gap and we kissed deeply. "My dad's fixing breakfast for us." I said.
"Okay. That way, we'll have extra time to find our appointment." He said. I thought he was gonna say we had time to stop off at his place! I was surprised at how disappointed I was.
I put my deck shoes on my sockless feet. He approved.
"You clean up tres bien ! Tres sexy, le garcon !"
"Huh?"
"You clean up very well. Very sexy, Boy!" He grinned. He looks very young when he grins like that! I knew I shouldn't, but I grabbed him and kissed him! Just as we were getting into it, I heard my door open.
"Dang! Dad is gonna be -- well surprised -- disappointed - " I was thinking as I turned around and saw Everett standing there with his mouth open and his eyes as round as pie tins!
Notes: I dunno which would be worse -- Dad or Everett. Comments always welcome -- and solicited even. Address them to: Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and love, Steve