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CHAPTER 6
BY: RClayton
(1)
Clay stood at the full glass door, watching the rain hit the street in front of the store. It had started raining earlier that morning and business had been all but dead ever since. Rain days always kept the customers away. He wished that he had someone here to spend some special time with. It had been days since any of his regular boys had stopped by for fun.
Jesse and his new little boyfriend had come by on Saturday with the other boy's mom. It was a nice, and profitable visit store wise but nothing on the personal front. Jesse had promised to swing by after school today but it was after four already and with the rain he guessed the boy had found a ride home. Maybe someone would show soon, if not, it would be a complete waste of a day. It had started out depressing and continued to drag his mood down ever since.
The phone rang and Clay turned, walking to the counter to answer it. "Clay's," he said.
He heard Jesse's voice and smiled.
"I can't make it today Clay. I had to grab a ride with Adam's mom because of the rain."
"I figured as much." Clay replied, unhappy at his assumption being correct.
"Sorry man." Jesse said.
Clay could tell from his voice that the boy wasn't all that sorry. In fact, there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Maybe tomorrow?" Clay asked.
"Probably Wednesday. I have tennis class tomorrow at four." Jesse said.
Clay could hear laughing in the back ground. "When did you start playing tennis, Jesse?" Clay asked. His annoyance was turning to anger as the idea that the boy was telling him flat out lies.
"Beginning of this school term. I told you that a few weeks ago.
"Oh," he paused. He remembered the conversation; Jesse had mentioned that he was going to take the classes. It had just not stuck with him because he hoped that the boy would change his mind.
There was a moment of silence on both ends of the line.
"Don't forget, you owe me." Clay said.
"I haven't forgotten." Jesse snapped.
"Fine. Wednesday then."
"Later dude." Jesse said and ended the connection.
Clay hung up the receiver and turned back to the glass store front. The rain had slacked up and he could see a figure moving from a small red Toyota truck to the door.
He smiled. He could recognize Philip Statton from a mile away. The afternoon was looking up very quickly.
(2)
"Well, that clears me until Wednesday." Jesse said as he replaced the receiver. "If this is going to work we have got to do is quick, before he catches on."
"Whatever it takes." Adam said as he crossed his legs on the bed with his math book in his lap. He watched his lover move onto the bed and lean against the headboard beside him. "I love you." Adam said.
"I love you too, baby." Jesse said, moving in for a kiss.
Adam accepted Jesse's lips against his and began to open his mouth as Jesse's tongue began it's invasion.
Adam let his hand slip down his lover's T-shirt covered chest and into the running shorts he was wearing. They had left after gym class without showering or changing to have extra time together.
Jesse still wore his jock strap under the still damp, silky shorts. He pulled Adam tightly into his embrace as they continued kissing, ignoring the now ringing phone.
"Hmm," Adam said as he slipped away. "That'll be mom."
Jesse rubbed his hard cock through the layers of materiel and watched as Adam went to the bedside table to answer the call. His eyes moved over Adam's tight boy ass, covered only in jogging pants over his wrestling body suit. Watching his wrestle with other boys in gym got him horny every time, not an easy condition to hide wearing his running gear.
Adam replaced the receiver and turned to Jesse. "She said to stay put. Your mom called and nearly ordered her to have lunch."
"Oh, shit." Jesse said. He quickly lost the raging boner.
"Yeah, that's one way to put it." Adam sat on the side of the bed and pulled his shoes off. "She sounded okay but I think your mom is beyond angry." He tossed the wet socks onto the shoes and stood back up, slipping the jogging pants down his smooth, trim legs.
Jesse sat on the bed with his head down.
"Don't like the show?" Adam said as he walked over to the chair in nothing but the body suit. I was trying to cheer you up a bit." Adam went to his knees and places his hands on Jesse's knees.
"Sorry."
"Don't be. I know that things are going to be a bit off for a while. I guess your mom is going to want all kinds of changes."
"Yeah." He looked into Adam's eyes. "I hope she doesn't want us apart. I think that would destroy me." Jesse said.
"We'll manage some how babe. Besides, do you really think my mom'll just let her tear us apart without a fight?"
Both boys started laughing. The idea of anyone going up against Francine Conner when she had her mind made up would be in for a serious attitude adjustment.
"I love you Adam." Jesse said. He pulled Adam up to him and they kissed again. He could feel the rising of Adam's cock pressing into his own crotch. He helped Adam into a flat position on the bed and began to lick at the hard shaft through the cotton materiel. He ran his lips over the side of shaft, feeling the growing of cock.
Adam pulled the straps down his arms and slid the tight suit down his slightly muscled chest. His nipples were hard as his cock and he began to tweak them as Jesse took hold of the suit and began pulling it down his legs.
Jesse freed the beautiful, shaft and took it into his mouth with ease. He let the head pass into his throat, as he felt Adam jump. It worked on his lover every time. He pulled back until the head was at his lips, licking into the piss slit with his tongue, tasting fresh, sweaty pre-cum as well as a hint of piss.
Jesse's hands wrapped around Adam, pulling him into him, encouraging his younger lover to fuck his face. It only took an instant before Adam got the picture. Jesse rode the skin up and down the thick shaft, feeling the head pass into his throat again on every other stroke. He loved giving Adam head, almost as much as he loved getting it from Adam. His lover was a cock sucking pro!
Adam's balls slapped under Jesse chin as he sped up his pace. The suction of Jesse's perfect lips was driving him wild. The heat filled him as he edged closer to shooting. He tried to keep an even pace to make the blow job last as long as possible. The one thing he knew for sure was that Jesse could suck a dick for an hour without getting tired.
"Oh, man!" Adam yelled as he began to shoot his wad. He held Jesse's face close to his near smooth pubes, feeling the press of the boy's lips against the base of his cock. He listened to the sound of his lover swallowing his cum. There wouldn't be a wasted drop.
Jesse pulled away from the now normal sized penis. He kissed the head lovingly. He wrapped his arms around Adam's naked, sweaty body and they began to kiss again.
Jesse took Adam by the hand, pushing him to his stomach as he spread the boy's tight ass cheeks apart. He sucked a finger and began to message the tiny pink hole buried between the two perfect mounds. He felt Adam tense slightly before relaxing into the fingering. He worked in another finger and spread them as he lowered his face to the spread cheeks. His tongue teasing the spread hole as he pushed it in, removing first one finger, then the other. Now he was buried in the hot spot. He licked and sucked as he messaged the cheeks of Adam's ass.
Adam shifted around, enjoying the tongue action he was getting. He was still shy about giving Jesse this pleasure himself but thankfully, Jesse had no such hang up. Now, if he could just get past it and be able to pleasure Jesse to. His lover sure seemed to be enjoying his task.
Jesse stopped as he heard a car door slam then the garage door sliding down on it's tracks. He moved away from Adam and stood. He looked out the bedroom window as if he expected his mom to be pulling in behind the Volvo at any second.
"What's is it?" Adam asked, disappointed. He had the garage door but didn't see why it should upset Jesse so much. They had made love with his mom right down the hall before.
"Your mom is home." Jesse said. He walked to his gym bag and pulled out a pair of jeans, slid on shorts and pulled the jeans up his legs, fastening them quickly.
"Oh, guess I forgot." Adam stood up and retrieved his jogging pants and climbed into them then pulled a Batman T-shirt from the closet.
"Boys!" Francine Conner yelled from the foot of the stairs.
"Here goes." Jesse said as he took Adam by the hand. They left the room and headed down the stairs.
(2)
Francine sat on the couch in the living room with a glass of red wine in her hand. She could see the stairs and knew the boys would be down pretty quickly, even if they had been up to their usual antics. She shook her head, thinking about her lunch date. Being a writer, she should be able to find the words for anything but this, this she just felt lost with. How do you deal with telling a boy his parents don't want him any more?
EARLIER THAT AFTERNOON... She pulled the Volvo into a private parking garage and walked the final two blocks to the restaurant where she would be meting Helen. Not one of her favorite people, even at the best of times, she really dreaded this particular get together. In the years since their sons had been best friends they had talked, in person, exactly six times. This would be number seven.
Francine pulled open the door of the small Italian restaurant that Helen's father owned and operated. She knew that Helen had been working here since her husband had gotten himself fired for drinking on the job.
Helen sat with a ledger on the table in front of her and an adding machine, off to one side. She held a pencil in her teeth and her glasses were at the end of her nose. If she wasn't such a bitter, cold person, Helen would be a very attractive woman; slightly older than Francine, she had been married to her second husband, Jesse's father, for fifteen years.
Francine stood beside the table waiting for her presence to be acknowledged. After several long minutes, she cleared her throat softly.
"You're here." Helen Janes said. "Sorry to keep you waiting, quarterly reports are do to the accountant at the end of the week." She laid the pencil in the book and closed it, placing her hands together in front of her. "Please, sit down, Francine."
"Thank you." Francine Conner said as she sat in the booth seat across from the stern looking woman. She felt as though she had been called to the principle's office for some infraction or other.
"I need answers to a few questions." Helen said. She began tapping her nails on the book's hard green cover. The nails were perfectly trimmed, and painted a rose pink. Despite her other failings, the woman was impeccable in appearance.
"I'll be glad to help you if I can." Francine replied. She smiled but the friendly gesture was not returned.
"Have you noticed any unusual changes in Jesse?" She paused, "I don't get to see my son as much as I would like these days. Keeping the family in a house and food takes every hour I can spare working. I'm sure you understand." The woman said, sarcastically.
If Francine had not had reason to dislike this woman her condescension now was enough to do it. She hadn't always had the luxury of working at home. Before her husband had died they had both worked, granted, she had only been a part timer so that she could be home for Adam, but the attitude Helen put forth made it sound like she had sat home eating candy and watching soup operas for the last sixteen years.
"What kind of changes?" Francine asked. She bit back her retort because she didn't want things to be any worse for the boys than they would probably already be.
"He seems, happier; more relaxed. His grades are improving and, as far as I know, he hasn't skipped school in weeks. I know most parents would be thankful for the changes in their child with no questions asked. I want to know why he changed. What caused him to be the way he was before."
"I understand." Francine let her breath out.
"Can I get you something?" A young woman had approached the table without her noticing.
"Oh, you startled me. Yes, a red wine please." Francine said.
"Mrs. Janes?" The woman asked.
"The same please." Helen Janes said without looking at the woman. Her eyes had not left Francine since she had sat down.
"I know that the boys had been having some problems for a while, don't know about what, but they have gotten things back together. I suppose that could be it, in part at least." Francine said. Helen's stare was making her feel very flustered. She wished she had ordered an ice water instead of the wine.
"Are you okay, Francine?" The woman asked, actual concern in her voice.
"Just a little headache. Could I get some water please?"
"Certainly." She looked to the bar. "Gloria, please bring Mrs. Conner a glass of ice water as well as the wine."
"Yes, mam."
"I suppose that could be it. He is spending more time at your house, even nights more so than he had in a while."
"I hadn't noticed. I enjoy having the boys around; keeps me busy." Francine smiled and thanked the waitress as she sat the wine and the water in front of her.
"I don't know if you are aware of it or not, Francine, but I believe that my son is...different from most boys."
"Different?" Francine said. She opened her purse and took a Tylenol from her purse and swallowed it with the water.
"I think that Jesse is a homosexual." Helen said flatly. She didn't show weather this bothered her or not, it was just a statement.
"Interesting." Francine couldn't think of anything else to say. She knew that this conversation would have something to do with the boy's relationship but she just didn't expect the way it had been brought up.
"Does that bother you?" Helen asked. She was fishing for information.
"Not at all." Francine said. She took a sip of the wine.
"I've often thought that Adam was probably homosexual as well. I don't use the term gay, I've never cared for it's usage in that manner." Helen drank from her wine, a far larger sip than Francine's.
"Yes, I know my son is.. homosexual. I've known for some time."
"It doesn't bother you? The idea that our sons are engaging in sexual activity together? Or with other boys for that matter?"
"I want Adam to be happy, I want that for Jesse as well. If happiness is them being together, in a loving relationship, then I am all for it." Francine said. The playing around was getting on her nerves.
"Well, good. Then you can keep them, because it bothers me to a great degree. I haven't told my husband of my suspicions as yet but I will tonight, I suspect that he wall be far less accepting than I am being."
"What do you mean, I can keep them?"
"If Jesse returns to our home after tonight, I fear that my husband will react very badly. I have no wonders as to weather keeping the boys apart would put an end to this business. I think it would make the situation all the worse." Helen took a longer drink of wine, finishing the glass. "I'll be blunt. I don't like my son being that way. I do, however, love him enough to not want my husband to take out his rage on him when he finds out."
"Well..." Francine finished her own wine and sat back against the bench. "I don't know what to say. You seem to have thought this out."
"I have. Don't think I am saying these things out of hand. I know my son, and I know his father. I have read several books on the subject of teen homosexuality and I understand that they can not change, even if they would want to. I looked into several very strict Christian and Military private schools but I believe those places could only foster the inclinations rather than abate them." She pursed her lips and opened her mouth to take in a deep breath. "So, in consideration of the options, I think..no..feel, that the best solution is for Jesse to live with you. That is if you will have him. If not, I suppose I can still go to one of the private schools, though, quite honestly, I don't know how I would manage paying for such an extravagance." She started tapping her nails on the book cover again. The woman turned her wrist enough to see her watch.
"I suppose, with the options presented to me, the best thing would be for me to accept. I am not sure how comfortable I am with this, I suppose that will take some time." Francine said. Her mind was spinning. Of the thousands of possible reasons for this meeting, this was the last outcome she would have expected.
"Good." Helen breathed deeply and released it again. "I have packed all of Jesse's things in my car. I will help you move them to your vehicle if you are ready." She looked at her watch again.
"Okay." Francine said. She slipped her purse strap over her shoulder and slipped from the booth.
Helen Janes stood as well. "I will be back in ten minutes." She called out to the three staff members working at various stations in the restaurant.
The women left the building.
(3) Jesse, leading Adam came down from the last step and entered the living room, hand in hand. They sat on the couch across from the one where Francine sat.
"Well, I had an interesting afternoon, how about you two?"
The boys sat in silence as they listened to Francine Conner tell her story. They looked at each other, then back at her several times through the telling.
Jesse wiped tears from his eyes. "They don't want me." He said. "I always knew she wasn't really fond of me and I kinda figured my dad couldn't have given a shit if I was there or not, but this...damn."
Adam wrapped his arm around his lover's shoulders. He put his head against Jesse's.
"Honey, I think she had to care to have thought things through the way she did. If she didn't love you at all she could have let your father beat you or she could have just tossed you out. She came to me though, so to speak. She asked me to take you in, and I said yes."
"Mom." Adam said.
Jesse looked at her. "I don't understand." He said. He was in shock.
"You are going to be living here now. If you want to that is." Francine said.
"I do. I mean, I do want to live here. Thank you Mrs. Conner."
"Honey, call me Fran." She said. Her smile lit up her face.
"Thanks mom." Adam said.
The three of them sat quietly for a long while. In one day the lives of three people had been changed dramatically for the better.
Francine couldn't help but wonder how Jesse's parents were doing right then. She didn't figure they were doing nearly as well, and in a way she was glad of that. They didn't know what a precious person they had given up.