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:
James Thomas Arthur (Jamey)
Harold Brian Arthur -- Jamey's Brother (Habby)
Harold Garfield Arthur -- Jamey's dad
William Pitts -- Roommate (Will)
Ronny -- Will's best friend.
George Wiggins
Darrel -- George's roommate
Dr. Steve Jordan -- Doctor
Grant (Buddy) Windward -- Waiter at Holdren's
John -- Neighbor across the hall.
Jerry -- John's roomie
Robert Rexburg -- High school friend
Yolanda -- Robert's wife.
From Chapter 20:
"Steve -- I screwed up! I admit it. I'm sorry, and I'll do anything you want to make it right -- if that's still possible."
"I guess I have a decision to make." He said. "I have to decide if I want to stay in a relationship with a 20-year-old -- ALMOST 20-year-old - who almost HAS to be immature in so many ways. I've given that thought -- a lot of thought -- before. I decided that I wanted it. Now I have to decide if I can live with this."
Chapter 21
My head sagged. My tummy felt sick. My HEART felt sick! "I guess I've had this coming!" I said.
"Why?" Steve said, calming down some more. "What else do you have to tell me?"
"Huh?" I said, hurt further by another accusation. "Oh! Nothing. But after I kept you on a string for these past weeks, I guess it's pay back time. I know -- I deserve it. If you decide to break up with me, I won't blame you."
"Break up with you?" he said incredulously. "I didn't say anything about that. Well, I guess I did imply it a little. No, Jamey, I'm not breaking up. But I have to decide whether I want to take it a little easier -- and slower." I watched his face. He looked physically older as he was talking. I wanted to cry, but I didn't -- yet.
"But the problem is -- you have just recently tasted things I'm still a virgin to, and I'm a little afraid that if I wait too long, you'll get tired of waiting for me. Believe it or not, I remember what it was like to be 20. I never did anything, but the wait seemed an eternity at your age. Sometimes I thought I'd never get laid! Jamey -- This is all so new to both of us, but you have a little different perspective than I."
"I know." I said, still looking at the floor.
"For one thing -- Jamey - " He gently lifter my head, and I was embarrassed that he caught me crying again. "Jamey - - I love you. And -- maybe you don't quite understand it yet, but that doesn't just go away because I'm angry. And as far as that goes, now I think of it, it was more disappointment that anger."
"I think I'd rather it was anger." I said. "Steve, I've never been so hurt in my life as when I saw the hurt look in your face a few minutes ago. Please give me another chance."
"I'll do better than that. I maybe shouldn't even tell you this, but I'll give you more than another chance. My sweet boy, I love you, and I don't want to lose you. But -- please try to not disappoint me again like that."
I hugged him. "Um -- I'm a little confused." I said.
"What?"
"Does this mean we're back on for tonight?"
"Y-y-y -- no!" He said matter-of-factly. "Sweetie Pie, the moment has passed. Maybe I'm being silly, but -- I want my -- er -- OUR first time to be really special."
I know he's right, but why did I feel I was being punished? He continued, seeing the disappointed look on my face, "Jamey -- baby -- it's after 2:30 in the morning. I've waited 20 years for this moment -- one more day won't matter. And -- I want to be awake when it happens." He got off the couch and came back to bed. He shucked off his boxers again and slipped in next to me.
"So," he said, "tomorrow we start a new day, a new chapter in our relationship, a new start to our love affair - - okay?" And he turned off the light. I fell asleep, thankful I still had his arms to fall asleep in, but with an ache in both my groin and me heart.
I awoke to a knock on our door. "Room service!" came a voice from the other side of the door. Steve was already in the bathroom, getting ready for his first Saturday morning meeting. He answered the door in his island shirt and shimmering silk navy briefs. His shirt was open, and his hair tousled. He took the tray from the bell boy, and tipped him. The boy smiled deeply and thanked him. I couldn't help but notice that when Steve turned to get the tip -- which he had ready on the dresser -- the boy watched his every move eagerly and licked his lips, even. I was in the semi dark, so he could not see me watching.
"Man, if I wasn't here, you could have given him more than money for a tip!" I said after the boy was gone.
"Huh? Oh Good morning!" Steve said with a smile. "I guess I can stop long enough to grab a bite with you." He turned on the room lights and moved the tray to the table.
"You couldn't see how that kid was ogling your every move!" I said.
"Really?" he said nonchalantly. "You maybe couldn't see that that `kid' was probably older than you! Haha!"
"I guess I was more engrossed in you -- as he obviously was too! You look SOOO good! With your sexy shirt open showing your wonderful lightly haired chest, little out-ee, and those close body hugging silk briefs, not really hiding much of your generous package!"
"Wow! You should be working for Calvin Klein or something. All I did was answer the door."
"Well, you sure make it hard for me to concentrate on this wonderful breakfast. Er -- what is it?"
"Locks and bagels, and scrambled eggs and fruit, and - "
"Well, obviously I know what eggs and fruit is -- and I can also recognize the bagel, but what's the pink stuff?"
"Oh! You've never had locks and bagels? You'll like it! It's salmon."
"That's salmon?" I exclaimed. "Is it even cooked?"
"Nope."
"Eww!" I said, losing my appetite. "Can't do raw fish!" I frowned.
"If you're gonna be my boyfriend, you're gonna have to at least try it. I made a decision to try most anything that you suggest -- and I hope you'll be as brave."
I grimaced and looked at it again. It actually looked kind of good, the way is was presented on the tray, but -- raw fish? Ew! "Here's the way you do it:" He said "You spread crème cheese on the bagel and then lay a generous piece of the fish on top of it. Here."
I gingerly took the bagel from him. I grimaced again, as I tentatively put it up to my nose. Hmm -- not much smell. That was encouraging. I touched it with my tongue. Not much taste either. Maybe this won't be so bad. I took a bite. Steve was watching me with a grin on his face. As I chewed it, the flavor hit me.
"Wow!" I said. "Not too bad." His smile broadened even more. I took another bite. It was better than the first. Once I got used to the feel of raw fish in my mouth -- it was pretty good. "I might be able to like this stuff!" I said, as I went back for my third bite with even more relish.
"Haha! I knew you'd like it! That was funny! -- you coulda been describing your first encounter with eating cum."
"Yeah, I can see that!" I laughed. "But the fish grew on me a little faster than the cum did!"
Steve was already fixing another for himself and then he sat down next to me. He leaned over and kissed me. "We're gonna have so much fun!"
"Oh yeah!" I said. "I can hardly wait. Since it was dark when we arrived last night, I still haven't seen what the island even looks like. But I'm sure we'll have a good time -- even if we never leave this room1"
"No -- I meant -- we're gonna have a great time learning each other. You're such a delightful boy!"
"Yeah, old man -- rub it in! I hope you can keep up with the boy!"
"I'm not even gonna try! But I'll try to at least do everything."
"Okay, Pops!" I joked.
"OOOO! I'm gonna get sooo even later! But now I have to go to a class."
"What shall I do while you're gone?"
"Well, that'll be most of the day -- sorry to say -- but go out and explore. Here -- no one will question you if you just sign my name." he said as he handed me a credit card. "And anything that you buy here at the hotel, just charge to the room. There's a nice men's store on the lower floor. Get yourself some clothes. I actually want you to look good at the party tonight."
I pouted, "I don't look good?"
"Don't be silly! Just get something nice."
"How much can I spend?" I asked. This was completely new to me.
"Just pretend everything is free. Don't look at the price until you go to check out. Then don't have a heart attack when you sign the tab. Everything here is exorbitant -- so the total might tend to make your knees weak."
"Oh, Steve -- I can't - "
"You can't?" he said. "You better! We're on vacation -- sort of -- don't get used to it -- just enjoy it!"
He put on a pair of light weight woven pants and some sandals, and pecked me goodbye, then ran out of the room. "I'm late! See you about noonish."
"Wait!" I said. "What kind of clothes do I wear at the party? Casual?"
"Everything's casual here! Bye!"
"Wait! Shorts?"
He stopped. "Um -- long pants might be better." He waved and ran out.
I got up, turned off all the lights and climbed back under the covers. I got back up and went to the bathroom and got a hand towel. I came back and climbed into the sheets, and thought about Steve in his slinky, silky navy briefs, and his open shirt, as I easily brought myself over the edge. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was wondering how thin the walls were!
I woke up again as I heard a key in the door. I forgot to put out the do not disturb sign, and the maid started to come in. She apologized and backed out. I looked at the clock. 10:15. I got up and washed out my hand towel. Then put the breakfast tray outside the door. I took a long hot shower because the room was rather cold, considering that outside it was probably in the 90's with humidity even higher.
I stepped out my door, and looked both ways in the hallway. I forgot which way was out. But I made sure I had my room key, then went exploring. I found an elevator, but before getting on, while I waited for the elevator, I walked over to the window looking outside. We were up at a dizzying height. I looked down and the pool was already packed with people.
The elevator came and I went to the main floor. Music was playing over the sound system, as well as I could hear what sounded like some steel drum sounds coming from outside. I followed the sound to it's source. There was a very cute couple dancing in a theatrical type costume, to the sounds of three guys in the steel band.
The bell boy that brought us our breakfast walked by, but of course he didn't recognize me. He, like all the rest of them was dressed in a skin tight white shirt, with tight electric blue pants and a light weight, dark orange waist coat. I watched as he passed by, as his cute butt wiggled back and forth. He looked back and caught me looking -- and smiled. I almost looked away.
Then he came back. His heritage had to be mixed, because it was impossible to tell what race he was. Whatever it was, it was beautiful. His hair was black and kinky and wild but cute -- and longish. He smiled sweetly and said, "Is there anything I can do for you, sir?" His French accent dripped with charm.
I smiled, red-faced, and shook my head. "Thanks -- no -- just keep doing what you were doing!" I joked -- and winked. He giggled and turned and wiggled his butt away from me.
I walked closer to the pool. Beyond the pool was the beach. I shaded my eyes as I looked out over the ocean.
"Do you have sun glasses?"
I turned and Steve was right behind me. He hugged me from the side and said he was between classes. "No. I forgot to bring any." I answered
"They have some really cool ones at that store! Tell the attendant your name. I picked out something for you to wear tonight -- if you like it. He'll help you with sizes. Gotta go! See you back here at noon -- k?" he said, and pecked me on the cheek, and ran off toward the conference rooms.
I blinked and shook my head. Steve was proving to be more amazing than I thought and -- more controlling than I realized -- -- maybe?
I spotted the bell boy again, hurrying the other way. "Excuse me!" I said.
"Yes?" He had stopped on a dime, carrying a tray full of used dishes. "How may I assist you, Sir?"
I blushed again -- dammit. I am not used to being called "sir" by a guy several years older than I am. "Where is the men's room?" I said, flustered.
"Ah!" he said smiling big, "Right this way!"
"No!" I said. "I mean -- where is the -- um -- the store where I can buy men's things."
"AHhhh! You need condom -- or - ?" He said grinning even bigger.
My face was burning even brighter. "No -- erm -- what's your name, anyway?"
"Jacques, at your service!" He said bowing low while still hanging on to the full tray.
"Jacques, I need to buy some clothing -- a men's store."
"Ohhhh! My sincere apoligies!"
"No problem -- mine too!" I said, by now laughing at the ridiculous exchange.
He pointed me in the direction of the store mall, and hurried away, then turned as if on a dime and came back."
"And -- what are you called, if I may ask?" He said sweetly.
"Jamey."
"Zhai`mee! Good name for a cute boy like you! Byeee!"
I watched his cute little ass wiggle its way through several impossible gaggles of tourists.
I went into the men's' clothier. "Hi." I said. I'm Jamey Arthur. My boyfr -- er -- partner -- I mean - "
"Ahhh Yesss, Masseur Zhaimee! Your excellent doctour told me you would be in. He has shown me some clothing he wants you to have.
He showed me first a shirt that was made of flax. It was a color I couldn't even describe -- somewhere between olive and mauve, but with an orange sheen. He fitted it to me. "Hm! Mmm-hm!" he said, as he buttoned it up for me.
Then he led me to "ze pants seccion"! He took a pair of the rack that was a very light tan, and were a fine woven linen material. He stepped back and looked at me, shook his head and got another pair a different size.
"Try these on!" he said, and pointed me to the changing booth. I came out wearing them, but the bottom hems were not finished. He marked them and gave them to someone inside a window. "Let us now find you some shoes. Ze doc-`tour liked zeze ones!
They were an open weave, brown huarache-type. I tried them and they felt like I was wearing nothing. The other attendant whistled and my pants were finished while we looked at shoes. I put them on. The attendant then stood back and looked at me and nodded in approval. But then he looked directly at my crotch. "Tsk-tsk!" He said. I never had anyone say that to me about it. They probably thought it, but - -
He got out his chalk and marked the pants, pushing my package out of the way. "Take zem off once again, Masseur Zhaimee!"
He gave them back to the other attendant. "He will take out ze pooch while we do ze paperwork! Please change back into your other clothes."
I did as I was told, and came back. "Please sign here weeth your room num-`bair."
I looked at the ticket. I tried to prepare myself for a shock, but nothing could prepare me for what I saw:
$915.45!!
I stumbled a little. "You're doc`tour must like you a lot! Zees eez ze finest we have in ze shop!"
"I -- could tell!" I said shakily. I took my bagged clothing and held it to my chest -- not wanting to sling it by my side. I was almost out of the shop when I remembered -- the sunglasses! I stopped and turned.
"You have forgotten someseeng?" He said.
I sighed. "Yes. He wants me to also buy some sun glasses."
"Oh, oui! Ve haf sahm very fine ones!"
"I'm sure you do!" I said.
He looked me up and down again. "Boxers or titey-witeys?" he asked.
"Boxer briefs." I said. OOOO!
"Zis means you are on ze adventurous side!"
"Well, maybe with my underwear!" I answered.
"Maybe zees woood be appropriate for Masseur Zhaimee". I didn't even put them on. I wanted to, but the price tag said, $1295.00! I shook my head when I saw the price. "Maybe you should see what ze doc'tour bought for heemself earli-`air!"
He showed me another pair. I liked them. Now the question I asked myself was -- would Steve like to have matching shades? I decided he would. I looked at the tag. I got physically sick! $1350.00!
"Doctour Zhordan woood approve, I sink." He said. "Please sign here, as before."
The attendant took off the tags and was going to throw them away. "Don't!" I said. I opened my bag, and he dropped them in, chuckling. I put on the glasses and shakily walked up to our room.
As immature as I might be, I know that money doesn't equate to love, but - - -
I let myself into the room, and collapsed onto the sofa. I just broke down and cried. I felt powerless to do likewise. I took out my phone and looked at it. I calculated that it would be about 7:00 at home. I wanted bad to talk to dad! But -- talk about immature!
"We're on vacation -- don't get used to it -- just enjoy it!" Came back to me. Well, maybe he`s not trying to buy me. So why do I feel bought and paid for? I couldn't leave even if I wanted to, so I am kind of trapped here. But Steve would never even think of that!. Wait! Those first class airline tickets are in the drawer. I saw him put them there. I went and looked.
"Fares are valid any time before last flight, and may be changed any time, as available." I was getting physically sick. I cried some more. What a friggin' baby! How can he even stand being with such and immature little --
"Hey, Jamey!" Steve's voice stunned me out of my thoughts. "Weren't we gonna meet at noon in front of the pool?"
"Wha -- huh? Omigosh! Is it that time al - "
"Jamey -- what's wrong? You've been crying! What's the matter, baby boy?" He said as he quickly crossed to me and sat next to me on the couch. He put his hand on top of mine.
"Please don't call me that!" I cried.
"What happened, bab- I mean -- Sweetie Pie"
"I dunno. Just being stupid mostly." I said, unable to hide any of my distress.
"Try to tell me."
"Steve -- I got the clothes you picked out."
"GOOD! Good! So -- you liked them?"
"LIKE them? Jeez, Steve, I've never had anything so -- so -- beautiful in my life. Steve, I'm worried I can't keep up with you. I'm just not motivated to -- to -- to excel like you obviously are. I don't think I can keep up."
"And I'll never be able to keep up with you physically, Jamey. Is that a reason for me to give up on you?"
"I hope not! It's not about that!"
"It's not about the other either. It's about - "
"Steve! Those clothes were over 900 bucks! And -- the glasses were 1350! I can't ever do anything nice for you! And I'll want to!"
"Is that's what worrying you, bab -- er -- sweet -- er -- dammmit, I liked calling you that!"
"But as long as you call me that, I am your `boy'. Is that what you want?" I asked.
"Maybe more importantly, is it what YOU want, Jamey?" He asked. "Yes! I WANT you to be my boy. I don't expect you to be my slave boy, but -- I definitely see you as a boy still. Don't you -- just a little -- think of me the other way?"
"What? Think of you as a dad?" I asked. I pulled my hand back, and put both of them between my legs. "Maybe -- a little." I mumbled. "Is that even healthy?"
"Jamey, we are two men who are playing with the idea of acting like a married couple -- and you're asking if it's healthy to think of me like a dad sometimes? Who cares -- if we don't? I definitely didn't plan to fall for you! It's professionally not even allowed some places."
"What? For doctors to date young men?"
"No. For a doctor to get involved with a patient or any patient's family. But, Jamey, I feel something so -- right about us! Please don't take this wrong, but years ago -- my parent's time -- no woman ever worked. Only the husband did. But everything that the husband brought home was considered hers as well as his."
"I'm not a woman." I said.
"I know that. If you were, I surely wouldn't have been attracted to you. But what I'm saying is -- when there are two people together, in the professional or any world, one is GOING to be more -- um -- affluent than the other. But if we stay together, what's mine is yours and -- what's yours is mine. Okay?"
"Yeah." I said, but still didn't feel very convinced.
"Good. Let's go eat."
"I'm, buying!" I said.
"Oh! Cool!" Steve said. "But I thought you didn't bring any money."
"I didn't, but I got a credit card!" I held up Steve's card he had given me earlier. We both laughed.
I took him to the cabana club out by the pool. We got hamburgers and drinks and took them out to a hut on the beach to watch the sea as we ate. "Jamey -- I really meant what I said. I want you to be my boy -- sometimes. Maybe not all the time -- but at least some of the time. I want to take care of you -- feed you, clothe you and - - be your daddy! But there is a price."
"Huh?" I said.
"You will someday probably have to take care of me. Do you think you'll want to? Don't answer that. I can hardly even imagine it, and I'm 35!"
"I know I want to -- now." I said.
"That's all that matters." He said. He leaned in and kissed me. His beard had grown slightly -- just enough to give him a delicious looking shadow.
"I don't know what you could possibly see in a nerdy, skinny little boy," I said, "because you are so positively dreamy looking!"
He closed his eyes and sighed. I could tell that he had been worrying about me and I determined that I would never give him reason to worry again. Then it hit me how unrealistic that was. Even that made me feel more mature. I stood and pulled him to me in a full embrace. "Tonight is going to be more special than ever!" I said.
"I think so." He answered. "But now I have to get back to my next conference. Meet me back at the -- no, I'll just come up to the room before 6:30. The party is 7:30, and it's for dinner. See yah!" He kissed me deep this time and left me sitting in the hut, with 2 burgers to eat.
While I gorged myself on the two burgers, I stewed about what he had told me. He wants me to be his boy! Is that what I want? I took my last bite, and my last drink of soda, and leaned back and closed my eyes. I was still in the hut. So was not worried about burning. I fell asleep.
"How's my boy?" Came the question in the darkness.
"I've been waiting all day to see you, Daddy!" I answered. I had met him as his car came in the driveway. He got out of the car and went into the house, leaving me standing there. I was no more than 3 ½. Mommy was very fat -- almost ready to have a little brother for me, she said. I was excited about that, but I was disappointed that my daddy didn't stop and pick me up like he used to. I looked and he was hugging mommy. I started to cry.
I woke up. I looked around. There were no sides on the hut, but it was still shaded enough that no one could see my tears -- as if anyone cared anyway. I decided that maybe it would be nice to think of Steve like that sometimes. "Daddy". It actually sounded kind of corny, but it felt good. "Dad" was out. That's what I called my real dad. Maybe I need someone older to guide me.
I went back up and put on my swim shorts, and almost stopped at the pool, but then walked past to the beach. The salt water was cool and refreshing -- and it didn't sting my eyes like the chlorinated water always does.
"This your first time in Bermuda?"
I turned and stared into the eyes of Robert Rexburg, a guy I graduated high school with. "Oh! My! GAWD!" he exclaimed. "JAMES??!"
"Robert! What are you doing here?" Robert played a tight end, first sting, for our school football team for two years. I had a crush on him, but I couldn't ever tell him -- or anyone -- at that time.
"I'm on my honeymoon."
"You're married? At 21?" I said incredulously."
"Yup!" He said with pride and a grin. He was never this friendly with me in high school.
"Cool!" I said. "To a girl?"
"What the fuck kind of question is that? I didn't marry any old woman! And I AIN'T no faggot! That's for sure!"
"Oh -- I didn't - "
"So can I assume by your question, that you aren't married yet? What're you doing here?""
"No -- not yet. I'm -- um -- attending UCSB."
"Uh-oh! Party school! So - you're going with a girl there?"
"N -- no -- not exactly."
"Oh! Someone from back home, then?"
"I'm -- um -- not dating any girl at all -- um -- right now. I pretty much am concentrating on my studies."
"Cool. I work with my older brother. We're building custom homes down by Laguna Niguel."
"Cool." I said.
"So -- are you here by yourself then -- or family?"
"With a -- um -- friend. It's a doctor friend of mine from Santa Barbara. He's actually in seminars all day, so I had some kick-back time."
"Kick-back time is all there is here!" he said. "So -- maybe we can get together later on for a drink."
"M-maybe."
"Matter of fact, we should hang out. This is our honeymoon, but it is also part business. My wife is also attending those medical seminars. She's a doctor, too. And -- heh -- I lied a little about her not being older. She's 28. But wait `til you meet her. She works at Kaiser Bellflower."
"Very cool." I said. I wanted to ask him how he was going to deal with being with an older partner -- who probably will always make more money than he. But I restrained myself.
"Oh! Cool!" he said. "I just thought - - We'll probably see you at the party tonight! Well, if I am not ready on time she will not be a happy camper -- so -- hey! See you tonight?"
"I -- uh -- guess. See yah!"
We both got out of the water and went our separate ways.
I was all of a sudden extremely nervous. I went back to the room and took a shower to get all the salt and sand off. I shaved extra close and spent at least twice as long doing my hair as normal. I dressed in the outfit that Steve had picked out for me. I looked in the mirror. Damned if I didn't look -- well, not bad! Maybe the saying is right: "The Clothes Make the Man!"
Steve came bursting in the door. "Oh my gosh, Jamey -- you look -- well, devastating!"
"You're exaggerating."
"Nope! Look, it's not that big a deal, but I have to admit, it feels great when my friends all told me that I was a very lucky guy to have you! Oh! I met a doctor from Bellflower! She works at the Kaiser Hospital there! Tried to recuit me! Haha! Name's Dr. Rexburg. She's all excited to meet you. She says her husband may have actually graduated with you! Well, sorry, she knows all about us -- she heard the other guys talking to me."
Stunned was the only way to describe how I felt. "I -- I can't go -- tonight, Steve." I said.
"Jamey -- why -- what's wrong?" He asked. Oh! Are you worried about being outed in front of your friend?"
"Rob Rexburg wasn't exactly a friend. And yeah, I'm worried. I saw him today -- in the water. He said he `aint no fag!' I didn't tell him that I am. Oh -- shit! Did you tell her my name?"
"Actually no. But I told her you were from Bellflower and that you went to school there."
"Does she think I'm 22?"
"Actually we didn't talk about that. Unless someone else told her -- but why would they?"
"Why would they?" I asked. "If your gay friends were that blown away by it they might have told her."
"You're really freaked out by this aren't you? I really want you to go tonight."
"Is there any way we can avoid them?"
" `Fraid not, Sweetie. We made plans to sit together - with the rest of my buddies. She said her husband would be okay with it anyway. Did you know that this is also their honeymoon?"
"Yeah, Robert told me. Well, I don't mind telling you, I'm scared. But -- for you I'll do it." I said.
"What're you scared of -- that he'll do something violent, or - ?"
"I -- er -- guess I just am not ready to be outed to my class -- yet."
"Oh. OH!" he said. "I see. Well listen, I do understand that. If you want to sit this one out - "
"No -- he'll figure it out anyway, if he hasn't already. I told him I was here with a buddy -- a doctor buddy."
"So -- whataya wanta do?"
"Let's just go, and see what happens. If I'm outed, - it had to happen sometime."
"I love you!" Steve wrapped his body around me and kissed me deep. "Now, I gotta get ready, so people don't wonder what you could possibly see in that old codger!"
"That'll never happen!" I exclaimed.
Steve showered and he also shaved close and took longer than usual fixing his hair. He wore shorts "Hey!" I said, "You make me wear long pants and then YOU get to wear shorts? What's up with that?"
"Oh! Um -- you just look better in long pants than - "
"You don't want them to see my skinny legs! DO YOU!?" I said grinning.
"I like your skinny legs!" He said defensively.
"But yours definitely look better in shorts!" I said, running my hand over his hairy thigh and up under the shorts.
"Easy there, pardner. We don't want to have to get all cleaned up again before the party."
I reached a little further, past his boxers and gently squeezed his testicles. "Ahhh-ohhh!" He cried in a high pitched yowl. "That feels WAAAAY too good. Stop now or don't plan to eat!"
"I'm tempted!" I said, going for his quickly swelling soldier. It made his shorts stick straight out. I laughed. "You're pretty horny for an old geezer!"
"Yeah, well, most old geezers WOULD be if a teenager was fondling their goods."
I kissed him deep and then said, "You're the cutest old geezer I've ever seen, Daddy!"
His smile faded so quickly, I was a little worried. "Let's go to the party, sweetheart. I'll protect you."
I felt completely safe. As we walked out the door, his tented shorts had started to disappear, and by the time we got to the elevator, it was gone. In the elevator, I teased it a little more, with the desired effect, but when we walked out of the elevator, he just acted as if the huge bulge was normal, and we went to the conference room where the party was already going.
He led me directly to a table where there were mostly men and one woman. Among the men was Robert. I walked directly to him and said, "I don't think I congratulated you this afternoon, Robert."
"Thanks. I guess that wasn't the only thing you didn't tell me!" he said with a grin and a wink. "Maybe I should also be congratulating you!" My tummy rose back up out of my ass, and my heart came down from my throat. I relaxed for the first time since I met Robert in the water. He saw the tension drain out of me. "Hey! I'm okay with it."
"I -- just -- was not quite ready to tell the world." I said.
"Your secret's safe with me. This is really kind of cool. Now I have someone to hang with while our -- um -- while they are in classes."
"I guess you two are already acquainted!" The gorgeous blond woman said.
"Oh yeah! I told you I went to high school with James. James, this is my wife, Yolanda."
We shook hands. She had a very firm grip. "Hi," I said, "Call me Jamey." I directed at both of them.
"Call me Bob." Robert said.
"So, you've met Dr. Rexburg!" Steve said from behind me.
"It's Yolanda, Steve." She said. And this is my husband, Bob."
They shook hands. Bob grinned as he looked from Steve to me and then back. "So -- how long have you two been together?" Asked Bob.
"Officially?" Said Steve "Since earlier this week."
"Oh!" Said Bob. "So congratulations really WERE in order!" He directed to me. I blushed. "Well, we'll have to figure a way of celebrating." He added, a little too loudly, with a wink. It was obvious that he had already gotten a head start on the liquor.
I got Steve aside and said, "I still feel a little weird about this."
"It'll be okay. By the way -- I'm not drinking any alcohol tonight." Steve avowed. "I don't want anything to dull my senses for our after-hours party." I agreed.
The food was out of this world good, and even though we didn't drink any alcohol, I drank a lot of sodas and other virgin drinks. I headed for the bathroom, but there was a line, so I headed outside where I knew there was another unisex toilet. I was entering it when a figure pushed me in and came in behind me. Robert locked the door behind us. He was pretty tipsy, but he was still half again my size.
"Omigod, James! I thought we'd never get any time alone! I've wanted to talk to you all evening!"
"Really?" I said, backing up to the far wall. I was trying to think as fast as I could. "Well, I've been wanting to ask you a couple things too!" I said.
That stopped him mid step. "Oh? What was that?"
"Lets do our business here, and we can talk about it." I said. I started to pee in the single toilet in the room. He walked up and hauled out his 8" (soft!) piece and started to pee along side of me.
"Compact little unit you got there, James!" He said and snickered. When he laughed, he peed up the front of the toilet and onto the handle. I stopped my flow and stepped out of the way. While he was still peeing, I left the bathroom.
As I was walking back, "Hey! We never talked! James! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings! It was just so damned cute!" He ran to catch up with me. His foot caught a poolside chair and he fell in the pool. No one else was there. He went straight to the bottom. In a split second, I thought about what a jerk he had been, that I really shouldn't care, since he was in trouble, that I would ruin my new expensive clothes and then - - dove in and pulled him out.
He was not breathing. By this time others had seen what was going on and a crowd gathered. I got him to the edge of the pool, and some others helped me drag his water logged body onto the pool deck.
I listened for a heart beat. I really didn't know what I was doing. "Anyone know CPR?" I asked. No one answered, so I did what I had seen on TV. I pulled his chin up, opened his mouth and blew in some air. I pushed on his stomach. There was gurgling from his throat and he expelled some water and started to gasp. I had to move quickly so as not to get it on me.
By this time, Steve was by my side. Robert looked wild eyed and then locked eyes with me.
"You -- you -- you saved my life!"
Yolanda knelt by him and started taking his vitals. "He seems to be okay." She said. "You had too much to drink -- again!" She scolded him. He looked supremely embarrassed.
She looked at me and said, "Maybe you can keep him out of trouble while I'm in class!" She got up and went back into the party.
Steve said, "Well, you both look like drowned rats! Better go get changed."
"Can you help Bob to his room and then get back to ours?" Steve asked me.
"I really want you to come with -- us." I said, pleading with my eyes. I in no way wanted to be alone with him again.
"You'll be fine." He said, starting to walk away.
"Steve!" I called. He turned. "My clothes! They're ruined." I said.
"They'll be okay -- it's only water. I'll buy you some more!" He said and walked away.
I felt out of control, but I didn't want to appear that way. All the way to Robert's room, he kept thanking me for saving his life. "Man, if you hadn'ta been there, I'da been dead!" When we got to his room, he fumbled with the plastic door key. I took it from him and inserted it into the door. It didn't work. I tried it again. Still no success.
"Maybe it's because it got wet." I said.
"Shouldn't matter. Oh! Wrong room!" He giggled. He put it in the one next door and it worked. He pushed open the door and fell flat on his face.
"Damn!" I thought. I didn't want to go in his room with him. But he was stuck on the floor, with his body propping the door open. I stepped over him and then helped him to his feet and walked hi to the couch. He fell on to it. I looked at him and considered if my service to him was over. He lay there, still soaking wet, extending his arms to me.
"You saved my life!" he garbled.
I helped him out of his clothes and into his bed. He passed out as soon as I covered his buff, naked body with the sheet. I went back to our room and shed my own wet clothes. I hung them over the shower rod. Why hadn't Steve caught on to my desperate need? I finally let myself relax, then started to shake. I couldn't help it. The strain of the night was too much. I started to cry, and since no one was near me this time, I just let go and bawled.
I was on my face on my bed and still sobbing when I felt Steve's warm hands on my neck and shoulders.
"Oh, Baby Boy -- what's wrong?"
"Steve -- he -- he -- he -- assaulted me in the bathroom!"
"Where? In his room?" Steve said, alarmed.
"No, when I went out to pee at the party." I explained to him what happened.
"Sounds to me like he was just drunk. He didn't touch you, did he?"
"Well, - no, but he was making fun of my dick!"
"It IS an awfully cute dick!" he said. "I'm sorry. You were really worried, weren't you? Well, you seem to have saved his life. He must be thankful to you for that."
"If he even remembers it in the morning." I said. Steve continued to rub my shoulders and neck, progressing down my back and it felt so good when he kneaded my butt. He turned me over.
"Baby, are you ready for this tonight -- or do you want to wait?"
I looked deeply into his eyes. "Steve -- I wonder if this perfection you're wanting is possible. I want it to be, but - "
"We've waited this long. Another night or two won't hurt." He said. I started to cry again. "What now?" He asked.
"Oh -- you just have tried to make everything perfect and every time I screw it up! I'm sorry, Daddy!"
"It's not your fault -- this time. But you're right. I do want it to be perfect." He slid into bed beside me. We kissed and cuddled, fondled and even sucked. We both got off, but we didn't become one this night.
Notes: Yes, youngsters, real life IS like that! And - - sometimes perfection may not be what we expect it to be. Comments may be sent to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and love, Steve