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 all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between males, 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 kindif story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, --ENJOY!
Cast of characters:
Joshua Alan Black II
Barbie Warfield -- my mother
Dennis Warfield -- my stepfather
Wilma Warfield -- Dennis's mother ("Missy" to me)
Francis Warfield -- Dennis's father -- ("Sir" to me.)
Alva Benson -- my Gram (Grandma)
Iver Benson -- my Pop (Grandpa)
Richard -- My favorite Cousin
Ray and Raul -- Richards' older brothers.
Nate Willows -- My first roomie.
Rudy Chanbers -- Friend across the hall.
Randy "Rascal" Ringstrom. Tutor
Wayne "Bulge" Andrews -- Rudy's room mate
Roger Schwimmer -- a football player.
James Meriwether -- Mid-year Transfer
Jakub Ivanov -- college friend
Morty Rankowiscz -- college friend
From Chapter 11:
"Are you?"
"I already told you. I know I'm gay."
"No -- are you excited -- talking about this -- with me. Um -- do you think I am attractive?"
"I can easily say that I think that you are a very cute guy." His hand went down to push something down in his crotch. "And I can also easily say that -- your reaction to what I just said was not exactly heterosexual."
"Well, I can easily say that -- YOU are very attractive -- hot even!" He whispered. "And I definitely want to know you -- much better."
He paid the bill (I paid the tip) and when we pulled up to my house, he asked if I would kiss him. Clouds covered the stars and moon -- if there was any -- so it was very dark in his car. I leaned across the center console and kissed his tightly closed mouth. His eyes were also tightly closed.
Chapter 12
"Hrmph. Nothing." He said, sounding confused and disappointed.
"Relax your mouth and lips and open your mouth slightly." I said and I kissed him again. This time I wrapped my hand around his head and pulled it into mine. I licked his top lip, then turned my head and opened more. I touched tongues with him. He moaned, then probed a hard tongue slightly into my mouth.
"Relax your tongue too." I said. He did and when our soft tongues touched, I felt that familiar squirt into my hood. Morty sighed and seemed to vibrate a little.
"I liked it." He said.
"Yeah -- me too!" I said. I reached over and felt his pants. They were wet on the outside and what was inside was -- hard. "Seems someone else down there liked it!" I giggled
"Oh! Omigosh!" He said and kissed me deeper and harder. "Um -- can I do that?"
"If you have to ask - " I chuckled.
He gingerly felt my pants. He felt up and down the length of my boner. "It's more magnificent than when it's soft -- in the showers." He said. "But -- I guess -- you didn't have quite the same reaction as I did to the kiss."
"What makes you say that?"
"Your pants -- they're not wet."
"Oh -- it happened all right. But it stayed in the hood."
"The hood?"
"I'm uncut -- you know -- uncircumcised."
"Uncircumcised?!!" He said, jerking his hand away. "Ew!"
"Thanks. Just what every guy likes to hear." I said.
"Huh? Oh. Omigosh!! Sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He said again. "Fuck! I really know how to stick my foot in it, don't I?"
"It's the one gift that my stepfather gave me." I said. "He would not allow me to be mutilated."
"Mutilated? Oh! You call that mutilation?"
"I've seen some cut guys that were pretty massacred." I said.
"I have too. Jews are done at eight days old -- in the synagogue."
"Um - You didn't seem to mind looking at my uncut meat in the showers!" I said
"I was fascinated -- but mostly by the size. I've heard about -- big ones -- before -- but never seen one.
"Have you ever seen one done?"
"Done? What?"
"A circumcison."
"I have."
"Does the baby cry?"
"Always. But -- wait a minute! They always told me that the baby cannot feel it."
"You actually believed that?"
"Certainly they don't remember it."
"Listen to you -- justifying something so barbaric!" In the dark I could see the horror on his face. "and if you tell me one more time that you're sorry -- I'll have to -- um -- kiss you again -- just to shut you up."
"Then I'm most definitely ... sorry!"
I carried out my threat. "Do you wanna come in and meet my family?"
"I -- I guess."
We went in and they were just sitting down to dinner.
"Oh! I thought you would be out -- for dinner." Said my step-mom.
"We were. We already ate. Mom, this is Morty. And that's my dad."
"Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Black.
"Haha!" laughed the General. "I am Nathan Willows -- the first. My oldest son, Nathan the second is at West Point now. Josh is my biological son, but neither of us knew it before last year."
"Gosh! I am always sticking my big foot in my mouth!" Said Morty. "I am Morty Rankowiscz."
"Polish?" Asked the General.
"Yes. Polish Jew."
"Kewl!" Said James.
"And this is James Meriwether." I said. "He's staying with us for a time -- to attend the Academy."
"Academy?"
"My dad's nickname is `The General'. He is like the headmaster at the boys academy here in town."
"Oh! The military school. I always wished I could go there!" Said Morty.
"I like it. It kind of forces me to be more organized. I used to stay on campus, and that was really a mind blower. You could have a last minute inspection of your cell at any time." Said James.
"Cell?"
That's what they call our rooms. And the beds had to be made tight enough to bounce a quarter off them, as well as nothing allowed in sight on the floor."
"Never mind all the crap under the bed!" I added.
"Long as it's not in sight." Continued James. "But now that I am living off campus, there are other things that I still have to hide -- like being gay."
"Holy F -- um -- sorry!" Exclaimed Morty, and he turned several shades of crimson.
"Ahem!" I said loudly. "I see you're having stuffed bell peppers, Mom. Now I almost wish we were eating here."
"There's plenty. I know both you boys are still growing and it's probably been at least 15 minutes since you last ate! Do you want to join us?"
I closed my eyes. "Ummm - "
"Thanks you Mrs. Willows. I'd like to try one. I've never had anything like that."
"Good. You boys wash up and come sit down."
We went to the bathroom and washed our hands. "Boy -- I am such a friggin' idiot! If you even THINK I may say something stupid again, please kick me -- hard!"
"I was afraid you were gonna drop an f-bomb there for a moment." I said.
"I just couldn't believe -- um -- is everyone in this family gay? Well obviously your mom and dad aren't"
"You'd think, huh?"
"WHAT!??"
"Kidding!" I said laughing.
We sat and Mom set a large stuffed pepper in front of each of us, then poured some sauce over them. Also ladled some mixed veggies on each plate.
"Thanks so much Mrs. Willows. This stuff is great! What's in it?"
"Oh, it's a little Hamburger, rice, ground pork - "
Morty did a funny little sniff, then closed his eyes, and licked his lips.
"Oh dear!" Said Mom. "You don't like pork, do you?!
"I LOVE pork!" he said.
"But -- you're not supposed to - "
"We're not Orthodox and - - we're not really that -- um -- religious. Both my parents are university professors."
"Wow! That must put the pressure on!" Said James.
"Actually they're pretty laid back about things. My mom definitely is not your typical Jewish mother. They don't even care that I'm gay! It's rather stupid, but I used to wonder if they cared about anything."
"Well, I wasn't talking about that." Said James. "I meant they must expect nothing but a solid 4.0 from you."
"Oh ... grades! Well, yeah. That's not an issue. I wanted to play ball though and was not quite good enough to get onto a big school team. I get good enough grades. And I play ball -- even if it's on the community college level. They know I'll keep my grades up."
After dinner, I walked Morty out to his car. I didn't kiss him, but said, "So Morty -- do you think you want to see more of the uncut kid? "
Morty actually licked his lips. I definitely liked what you showed me today. You're really only 15?"
"I told you I'll be 16 right after the first of the year."
"Well, I like you. I like -- um -- being with you. I know that I'm very inexperienced and maybe even immature. And you seem to be very mature -- for your age. Maybe we could be friends."
"I want more than a friend." I said to myself. I sighed.
"Do you want to -- um -- maybe come to my house Friday night? I have lots of videos. Maybe you have not seen one of them."
"I have to work Friday afternoon at the Burger Palace."
"What time do you get off?
"5:30. But it's my turn to clean out the grease traps and change out the oil. I'd have to go home to clean up. What about Saturday night?"
"Um -- well -- my parents will -- I mean -- well, that's not a good time for me. But if you brought some clothes with you -- we could go swimming and clean up at my house and then grab a meal -- do you like those?"
"Where would we swim?"
"In our pool."
"BRrrr! That sounds pretty cold."
"It's heated and -- inside."
"Wow. Nice."
"Maybe -- maybe you could stay all night!"
"I could."
"Hee hee! I haven't had a sleep-over since junior high! And there were 4 other guys there. It was when I became a Bar Mitzvah".
"What's that?"
"Bar Mitzvah means `Son of the Covenant.' Every Jew boy does it. Most people call the ceremony a Bar Mitzvah, but it really refers to the boy. Anyway -- we all came to my house and watched movies and stuff.
"This one may be different that that." I said.
"I hope so! See you after practice tomorrow!" He said, his round eyes almost glowing -- and looking black in this light -- or rather dark.
I went into the house and to my room and opened my books. I had a hard time concentrating on the F. Scott Fitzgerald study I was doing for English lit. I kept seeing those round eyes and that sexy hair curling down his right forehead. And I felt this overwhelming desire to be his first. I wondered if that was normal -- for a 15-year-old. I wondered if Seth would approve. It was 8:30 PM and would be 11:30 in Vermont. Damn! Too late to call. It was about time for me to check in with him anyway. Tomorrow night ...
"Josh! How great to hear from you! I was thinking about you last night."
"Was that Luke who answered the phone?"
"Yeah. Sounds like a little boy, huh?" Seth chuckled. "I love that about him. What did you want to talk about?"
"Well, you told me you'd like me to call you and let you know -- how things were going."
"Yes. And ... how are you?"
"I'm -- okay -- I think."
"What would make you more okay?"
"I -- want -- to find a guy."
"Have you had any incidents -- that you want to tell me about?"
"Incidents?"
I prayed he wasn't asking me to tell him about what I've been doing with the guys I've -- played with!
"I am assuming that you have not gone down again -- or you -- or someone -- would have already told me. But -- have you had any other incidents -- that maybe scared you or ... ?"
"I felt something happening once -- when my brother turned me down -- again. But I was able to handle it."
"What did you do?"
"I ran."
"You ran away?"
"No -- I ran -- as in -- um -- ran! Actually he ran with me."
"Your brother?"
"Yeah.
"So -- you didn't do anything -- with him?"
"I -- um -- didn't say that." I wondered if he could tell I was fidgeting.
"Oh. I see. But nothing more came of it?"
"No. But I think that maybe he -- might change his mind."
"About ... ?
"About being with me -- forever -- after West Point, of course."
After a long silence, Seth said, "Well, I don't know all the particulars of why you think that, but -- don't build up hopes and especially don't build a story in your head. Remember we talked about that? Just recognize the realities. I hope you're not putting yourself on ice -- waiting for him -- to decide -- or something."
"Actually that's the reason I called you."
"Ah! And what do you want to tell me ... or is it ask me?"
"Um -- I'm gonna see a guy Friday night -- a sleep-over and -- well -- I kinda don't think it will go anywhere, but I have been having crushes on several guys."
"Have these guys encouraged you -- in your crushes?"
"Some have. I've -- dated a couple guys even. Is that weird -- for me to date several guys? I haven't made any promises to anyone?"
"Josh!" He chuckled. "That's exactly what you SHOULD be doing at your age. A 15-year-old shouldn't tie himself down to one guy. Have fun -- with lots of guys."
I knew what he meant, but I wasn't going to tell him what "having fun" meant to me!
"And Josh -- let me remind you -- if that fun includes sex -- be careful. Use proper cautions -- okay?'
Busted!
"Okay. I will."
"Does that mean -- that -- you haven't been?"
"I haven't done anything to need -- that -- yet."
"Okay -- good. Please be careful, Josh. I think the world of you!"
"And I love you too, Seth." I heard him sigh a little. "And tell Luke hi for me."
"I will. Take care of yourself, buddy. Bye."
"Bye -- love you -- bye!" I reiterated.
How could I want so many guys -- and still be in love with Seth? And Nate! Omigosh! Richard! I haven't thought about him in so long! I wonder what he's doing? I don't even know what he looks like any more! I guess Seth is right. At 15 years old I just can't be thinking about only one guy -- I'm in love with every guy that smiles at me! Well ... every cute guy, anyway!
"Did you have a good talk with Seth?" Asked the General. I had told him I was calling. He knew I was supposed to talk to Seth eventually and I wanted to assure some privacy and also to let him know that I was doing as I was supposed to.
"Yeah, Dad." I said. I was feeling more comfortable with calling him that. I knew he liked it, and I really did want to be closer with him. I wasn't ready to trust him with everything -- just yet. I envied my brother -- when he would call him, "Pop". But it was hard enough for me to call him "dad". Dennis wouldn't even LET me call him that. "He says that I should be dating lots of -- people -- at this age."
"Was that what you called him about?" He asked. Without waiting for an answer, he said, "Sit down a moment, Josh." When I was sat down he continued, "I remember when I was 16. I was in love with a different girl every week -- and had two teachers that I idolized. I guess I couldn't call it love with both of them since one was a -- haha -- man! But yes, at your age, a boy has a different love every week or so -- or maybe several!"
How did he KNOW what I was thinking? He continued: "Of course most boys your age aren't in college! That's gotta make it harder -- and another thing I've thought about, Son: the fact that you have to get naked and shower with all those other guys! Most guys -- any age -- don't get naked and shower with girls. That's basically what it has to be like for you!
"And since you're in college -- it's doubly hard -- all of the guys are fully mature! I can't imagine what that would be like! I don't think that -- at 16 -- I could have done that -- I mean walk in -- naked -- with a bunch of nude girls!"
"I -- I -- know what you mean. I kind of got used to it -- in junior high school, though. I mean some of the guys were -- um big and then -- of course I -- um developed -- early -- and stuff and so -- a lot of guys would stare at me! That was even harder, Dad. And the fact that I am uncut -- you know -- uncirc - "
"I know what that means. But I didn't know that you were. Yeah, that would be an anomaly in the boys shower anywhere in this country, at least."
"Yeah, and of course my -- um -- size -- also drew a lot of attention." I suddenly realized what I had just said and immediately felt my ears burning.
"Haha! I guess you take after the old man!" he laughed. "Well, I'm glad Seth is helping you cope with all these oddities in your life. At least that Dennis character was good for something. You better get on out to the Burger Palace. I didn't mean to take so much of your time. Sorry if I made you late."
"It's okay Dad -- it's really okay." I said, feeling closer to him than ever before. "My boss likes me -- a lot! She'll be okay with it."
I ran all the way to the Burger Palace. "Sorry, Denise, my dad was telling me something important!" I said breathlessly. She smile-frowned and said, "Well try not to make it a habit!"
It seemed more like two weeks until Friday night! At least I saw him every day after practice. We had to keep things really low key though. By this time in the semester, lots of guys were already guessing about MY sexuality. Wrestlers are always suspect anyway. But Morty is a football player -- and a jock! He didn't have to tell me that he was taking a chance just talking to me!
I had hoped that college might be different. That the immature little high school boys brains would have somehow grown by college. Maybe it was that way in University, but somehow I doubted it. Looking back, I now know that in some ways, men never grow up. I remember thinking the same thing in my first real job -- after graduating from the university: Geez! Still the same petty cliques and small minded lunacy as high school. Some things never change!
Morty picked me up at the Burger Palace. My boss got wind that I was going somewhere after, so she made sure someone else cleaned the grease traps. By the time I got to the old Saturn, it was started and ready to go. I wondered about his indoor pool, while driving this plain little car. I mean -- it was clean and everything worked as far as I could tell.
Well, nothing could have prepared me for what came next. You'd think that the gated entry to his neighborhood would have told me something -- and it did -- but when he kept driving further and further up, and the homes kept getting more and more luxurious, I didn't have a clue what to expect. He stopped in front of yet another automatic gate and pressed a remote. Behind the high fence was a long driveway leading up to a large -- I couldn't describe it as much less than a palace!
The house -- (or rather houses!) -- were built on the crest of the hillock. It looked like a 2-story home from the front, but I found out that in the back the hill fell down and there was another bottom story that could not be seen from the driveway. (None of it could be seen from the street, because of the high wall and gate.)
Morty drove through the archway that connected the two homes and parked in a very large garage at the basement level of the larger home. I was surprised that upon getting out of the car, it was not cold in the garage. I then followed him around a partition wall with plantings covering it, as we walked into an entry. It was a mud room, but not like any I'd ever seen before. As if mud would ever get this far!
I spied the indoor pool he told me about. It was actually only half under the main house, the other half going out into a patio -- which had an obviously retractable roof on it and huge glass paneled walls which I assumed also were removed in the summer.
We passed by an elevator. I paused a moment to see it and he said, "I never use the elevator. It's slow and seems kind of lazy to me."
The stairs took us up to the entry of the home. At least I think it was an entry. There was a large colonnade with columns and arches going in several directions. There was an ell off the entry that was basically empty, but which led to another room with a white baby grand piano in it. But the entry had a full sized concert grand piano, set beside the grand four foot entry door.
"What IS this?" I finally asked.
"My mother likes to have concerts here. That (pointing to the room with the white piano) is affectionately called the green room, and the area in front of it is set with chairs, as well as more chairs set up under the colonnade, and all the way back to the patio. We can get about 125 chairs in here and sometimes there's standing room only."
"Concerts? You mean piano recitals?"
"Well, yes we do have those, but choirs perform here as well as one of our neighbors is a voice coach and his students regularly have recitals here."
"Who plays the piano?" I asked.
"My dad is self taught ... and I play a little."
"Morty!" Said a female voice.
Coming down a hallway form the same direction as we came was a tall, thin woman, with dark hair, pulled back into a bun. She smiled sweetly at me.
"This must be your new friend -- Joshua, is it?"
"Yes. Joshua, this is my mother."
"Nice to meet you Mrs. - "
"If you call me Mrs. Rankowiscz, you won't be a friend of mine! Call me Veronica! And if we really get close maybe you can call me Ronnie!" She winked at me and stroked my face. I blushed.
"Bob, come in and meet Mortin's friend."
"Bob" came in, also tall and thin, and extended his hand to me. "I'm Bob Rankowiscz. Morty, you didn't forewarn us that you were bringing home a god, Morty! When you said he was a wrestler I supposed a small boy! This is a man!" He brought his fist under my chin and raised it as if he were looking at a piece of art. "I could get you a job in Hollywood, Joshua! Isn't he gorgeous, Ronnie?"
"Stop, Bob, can't you see you're embarrassing the boy?!" Said Veronica. "Dinner will be at the kitchenette. I'm afraid I overdid the dining room -- not very intimate when there are less than twelve for dinner. Get cleaned up and come to the kitchen."
We walked through the dining room and she wasn't exaggerating about it at all. The (HAD to be!) custom table was at least 25 feet long, looking like something out of a movie set from King Louis the Eighth.
There was a small lavatory off the formal dining room. "Sorry, Joshua! I didn't realize we'd be eating so soon. We can clean up in here." He pulled me into the little room and I changed shirts, and swathed my pits with some deodorant. Then we went to the kitchen.
The kitchen was as large as many homes I've been in, with more cabinets than I've ever seen, all topped by granite -- or was it marble? The refrigerator was huge -- also probably custom made. The kitchenette was equally as luxurious as the dining room table, only sat maybe only 12.
"Please sit down and I will bring the first course." Said Veronica.
"I promise, I have offered to get her a cook, but she insists on doing all the cooking here."
"I like to cook for those I love!" She hollered from the stove.
We were served dinner in courses, starting with a salad with strawberries and feta cheese crumbled over it, followed by a small bowl of lobster bisque. Then came the best roast beef I've ever had -- before or since then. I learned they had it quick frozen, then flown from Argentina. It was served with green beans with onions and pimento, seasoned just enough to not detract from the rest of the dinner.
For dessert she brought out a cheese cake like I have never tasted anywhere else. It had a graham cracker crust, with the body being a creamy blend of cheeses, topped by a sour cream mixture that I know included lemon. She called it New York Cheese cake. Of course she made that too.
All through the dinner courses she would get up and get fresh biscuits, that were strangely familiar, but the best I ever tasted. I remarked about them and she said she got it from a chef at the Red Lobster. THAT'S where I remember then from!
"She bribed and flattered that man mercilessly!" Said Bob. "He didn't have a chance!"
"We all have our talents." Said Veronica. "Bob taught himself to play the piano, and he - "
"And he can't hold a candle to his son!" Said Bob. "Morty is a virtuoso pianist."
When we were finished with dinner, Bob took us back downstairs to the pool room, separated from the pool by glass. "The glass I added last year, after replacing the pool table for the third time. They don't seem to like the humidity that a swimming pool develops." Said Bob. After a couple games of cutthroat, Bob said, "So what are you two youngsters planning for tonight?"
"I thought maybe a movie and then we both had a tough week. After a swim, we'll probably turn in early."
"Oh!" I said. "I didn't bring any swim suit."
"None needed here, Joshua. No one can see in here for miles around!" said Bob.
I looked pleadingly at Morty and he said, "We have plenty of suits. Let's go watch a movie." We left his dad, practicing pool shots and I followed Morty back up the stairs, and when we again passed the hallway to the entry, I saw the piano.
"Play something on the piano for me!" I begged.
I was afraid that maybe he'd be embarrassed, he was so shy at school, but he immediately brightened and heading for the concert grand, he asked, "Do you like Mozart?"
"I -- guess."
As if I would recognize anything like that! I didn't have a clue!
He started out playing a simple tune that sounded much like the one that we sing the ABC song to, then it kept getting more and more complicated, and his hands were flying over the keyboard faster than I could even follow. When he was finished I broke out into applause and said, "When I heard the ABC song, I was afraid Chopsticks would be next!"
"That's where the tune for the ABC song was taken from. Many people think the tune was composed by Mozart himself, but he admitted he took it from an older tune, "Ah vous dirai-je mama". He just improved on it."
"I think you improved on the Mozart!" I said. He grinned and played another that I recognized but never knew it was Mozart. Then he played Beethoven's fifth, (I recognized the Da-da-da DAH!) then another I didn't know by Beethoven that sounded like a church song. Morty told me that many of the great composers' songs were given words and used as hymns in churches.
By the time he finished his private recital for me, both his parents were also in attendance. They cheered along with me at the end of each piece. "Okay, as much as I like to play, we should get up to the theater -- or we'll never get to bed! He said getting up from the piano bench.
He grabbed my packed bag and I followed him up to the third floor, where we went down a long hall and entered a large room that had to be the theater. It had tiered rows of recliners, couches and love seats.
"Have you ever seen `The Frisco Kid'?" He asked.
"I -- don't think so."
"It's my favorite! Let's watch it!"
He went to a large drawer and pulled out a catalog, then found the movie in the drawer. He put it in the DVD and came and sat next to me on one of the love seats. He pulled the lever and it reclined us both and the movie started. It was a very good and funny movie. During the credits, he turned and looked at me. I was nearly asleep, but with him staring at me, I looked over.
"Will you kiss me again?"
"Well, if you have to ask - " I said again.
He pouted and I pulled his face to mine and kissed him for the second time. He melted. "Okay!" He said.
"What?" I asked.
"I definitely am ... gay! I want more of that!" And he came back at me almost fiercely. We didn't notice when the movie went back to the menu screen. I was enjoying the kissing as well as his newness to it and his enthusiasm. He had rather large lips and they were wonderful to kiss.
He put away the DVD and then again grabbed my bag. "Off to bed!" he said. He went to a door that went outside. I was so turned around that I didn't realize it led over the archway to the guest house. When we got inside, he closed and locked the door.
The door from the covered archway led into a small den. Small compared to the other rooms in the big house anyway. It was probably 15' x15'. It had a smaller -- maybe 52" -- TV in it too, and we walked through it and to a hallway with two bedrooms.
He set my stuff in one of the rooms and said, "You can stay in here. Change into your pajamas and I'll go to my room and do the same. "I'll be a few minutes. I need to say my prayers, and then I'll be in to say good night to you."
"You -- say prayers?" I asked. "I thought -- you said -- you weren't religious."
"We're not. We don't attend Synagogue often. But just because we are not religious doesn't mean we have forsaken God."
"Morty -- would you mind if I -- um -- pray with you?" He looked at me as if I were an alien. "I've never prayed before."
"I -- I -- I'm not used to -- um -- well -- why not?" He hemmed and hawed.
"That's okay -- I don't -- I mean -- never mind." I said.
"No -- it's okay. I want you to -- um -- kneel with me. It's appropriate."
I wondered what that meant.
He gave me a shawl and a small cap for my head. He knelt by his bed and I followed his example.
"Elohim, the one true God," He started, and I won't try to recite what he said. He thanked God for bringing me into his life and asked him to bless me! "No one's ever blessed me!" I thought. When he finished I could not hide my tears.
He came to me and reverently removed the shawl from my shoulders and folded it carefully before stowing it in a drawer. He did the same with his and then removed his cap, and I handed him mine. He put them in the same drawer and closed it. He walked me to the door of my bedroom and said, "Good night, sweet Joshua." And he kissed me deeply, turned on his heel and went to his own room.
I think he forgot about swimming. I shrugged and pulled out my jam bottom and got undressed, and put it on. I climbed into the king sized bed. I never experienced such a comfortable bed. The mattress was firm, but it had a thick padding that was very comfortable. The room was not warm at all, so it felt good to snuggle down under the thick down comforter.
I thought about my new friend. I thought about this house -- or rather these houses! I thought -- and thought -- and thought some more. I couldn't go to sleep. I flipped open my phone. 10:30. Not that late, really. Morty must have been very tired. He said he was -- but I thought that was his excuse for escaping from his parents.
As I lay there, my hands under my head, "Joshua -- you awake?" He said very quietly. I could hardly hear anything, but I could tell he was in his room, down the hall.
"Yeah?" I said.
"Dude! I can't sleep."
"I know." I agreed.
"You know what? I forgot -- we were gonna go swimming."
"I know."
I heard rustling and his footsteps padding down the hall toward my room. He stopped short of coming in. From the door he said, "I'm such a goober, sometimes!"
I laughed. "You're okay, Morty!"
"Was there anything you needed -- before you go to sleep?"
"I was kind of hoping - - that - - we could swim." I said, grinning to myself. I thought I knew what he really wanted. I KNEW I did!
"Oh! Okay!"
He ran back to his room and grabbed two swim suits, put one on and threw the other in to me. I held it up. I laughed. "I may as well do the skinny dipping thing." I said. "Do you think your parents will come down if they hear us?"
"If they hear us they WON'T come down. They respect my privacy."
"Lets go!" I said.
He tossed off this Speedo and led the way, past a linen closet where we picked up two large towels. He led me to some stairs, which went down the two flights to the garage. We walked past a small red Mercedes and a large black BMW, then an even larger Escalade EXT, then his little Saturn. "Your parents have some nice cars!" I said.
"Yeah. If I ever had a date, I could use the Mercedes. We don't drive the big cars unless there are enough people to warrant it. It wastes gas -- and all -- you know. I bought the Saturn myself. Both Dad and Mom are agreed that when I can afford a more expensive car -- I can buy it."
We walked to the pool area and both jumped in. All the rest of the lights were out. I looked toward the room with the pool table, and it was dark too. We swam and dunked and played aquatic grab-ass for awhile, then he came to me and wrapped his arms around me -- in the water -- which of course put all our parts in strategic positions.
"Oh my god!" He whispered. His hips were thrusting slightly. "Oh my dear god." He repeated.
We both had raging boners. We kissed and the grab-ass turned into caressing. He was nearly my same height, and he put his face next to mine. He whispered in my ear. "Be gentle with me -- I'm new to all this."
I closed my eyes, but not before I thought I caught a glimpse of his father in the window of the darkened game room.
Notes: So what have we got ... A peeping Tom? Does Mr. Rankowiscz want in on some of that action? Is Morty's privacy not quite what he thought? Comments are welcome -- to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com.
Thanks and ... Love, Steve