This is a fictional story. It is based on many experiences and fantasies of the authors. If you are really into graphic sex, it may not satisfy your purpose for coming here. If you like to hear of real love and real teen angst, with a little sex thrown in, you are in the right place. There may be some amount of graphic sex between males. If this is objectionable to you, or you are legally too young to be here, you are cordially invited to press your back button.
Cast of Characters:
Leonard Kirk Harston (Lenny)
Lawrence Olivier Goodwin (Rennie)
Mrs. Harston, Lenny's mom
Mr. Harston, Lenny's dad
Mr. Goodwin, Rennie's dad
Mrs. Goodwin, Rennie's mom
Joy -- Rennie's older sister
Jennifer -- Rennie's younger sister
Bobby -- Joy's husband
Seth -- Lenny's friend
Luke -- Seth's lover
Chris -- Seth's Brother
Criag -- Chris's lover
Jake Smith -- Seth and Chris's cousin.
Colin -- Jake's husband & Bobby's brother
Morty -- Rennie's Cousin
Ursula -- Jake & Colins daughter
Uri -- Jake and Colin's son
Carrie -- Jake's sister
Uncle Jake -- Jake's dad
Aunt Lindy -- Jake's mom
Renate -- The Goodwin's housekeeper
Etta -- the Smith's housekeepe
Shelley -- Friend at University
DeVon -- Shelley's cousin
Marcus -- DeVon's brother
Arthur -- A team leader at the shelter
George - Ren's tennant
From Chapter 14:
"Where's Ren?" I whispered, afraid of the answer.
"I assume in his bedroom. I live next door." He pointed at the open door between the apartments. Do you want to come over and wait for him to wake up? He was up pretty late last night."
"Really?" I said, following him and trying to keep any hint of sarcasm out of my voice."
"Yes. I'm afraid that was my fault." He said.
I just BET it was!
"He baby-sat for me while I went out last night."
"He what?"
"Baby-sat. I have three kids. He watched them for me while I tried to woo my wife. We have been separated for three months. The kids were all awake when I got home, but it's okay, they're asleep now!"
"Okay. Thanks." I said. "I am going to go over to his place and wait for him there."
I went back into Ren's place and quietly closed the door. I tiptoed into his room, silently opening and closing his door. I crept up to his bed and very carefully lay down opposite Ren. I lay on the pillow, looking at his angel's face. He grimaced and smiled as he dreamed, and his abdomen heaved and sighed. Then little by little his eyes opened. He looked at me, then closed his eyes again. Then they popped open. "Oh! Hi, Babe!" He mumbled, confused.
Chapter 15
"Hi." I said, chuckling and feeling a wave of love surge throughout my body. "You got some tenants."
"Yeah. He came into the shelter with his three kids. They are so cute! He lost his job four months ago and has had trouble getting another. His wife got impatient and told him to leave -- and to take the kids with him. That was two weeks ago. She now has a boyfriend living with her."
"Just as well the kids are with him!" I said.
"Yeah. Besides the fact that she probably was already in a relationship, if she doesn't want her own kids -- well, she doesn't deserve them. But anyway, she is now trying to get them back."
"Well, she is their mother!"
"But that's not why she wants them back. She's already admitted to George she can't stand taking care of them. She says she loves them, but they drive her crazy. But her friends have shamed her into trying to get them back."
"Whew! So -- what's this George like? He seems a little old to have kids that young."
"I really like him. Over the last couple weeks, he has been counseling me as much as I have him, I think. Lenny, he seems a lot like a dad to me!"
"Are you -- er -- sexually attracted to him?"
"Um -- well -- I don't know. I don't wanna be. And he is 100% straight! But -- well -- its hard for my body to tell the difference. When I think of him, I get this feeling of love, and it -- sort of -- translates to a sexual feeling! I can't seem to help it."
I looked deeply into his eyes. "If he were not so -- um -- straight -- could you resist him if he came on to you?"
"Arthur's been helping me with this. I've talked to him a lot, when things are slow. He's like another father to me. He says my reactions are not unusual in a case like mine. I crave connection so much -- just one love connection doesn't seem to be enough." I was lying on my back on top of the covers. I had to look away when he said this.
"But, Lenny, he says I can overcome it."
"How much time will it take?" I asked, still not ready to look at him.
"Not time. I just have to keep myself -- well, for one thing, sober. No more drinking or drugs -- and also - - I have to be always -- what was the word he used? Uh -- oh yeah, vigilant! If someone comes on to me, I have to recognize that's what they are doing -- even if they maybe aren't, I'm supposed to assume they are, and take a defensive move."
"Do you think you can do it?" I asked, this time drilling him with my eyes.
"I already have been. There are so many cute guys who come into the shelter -- just for food -- but they see me and want to get closer. You know come over and talk. I talk to them, but I don't get too emotionally involved."
"How about Bobby?" I asked as evenly as I could.
"He's back, you know."
"He is? Where?"
"He's in the other bedroom -- down the hall."
"Really??!! Well, how - - ?"
"I told him if he moved back in, there has to be some rules."
"When did he come back?"
"Three days ago."
"Do you think he'll follow the rules?"
"He has so far. He really wants to, he says. He's also promised my cousin that he'll be good."
"Morty?"
"Yeah. He's been talking to Morty ever since he left. I guess his brother Colin did a lot of talking to him, too."
"I can't believe it's so quiet. It's after 11:00." I observed.
"Bobby and I were up late last night" he answered. "We talked until 5:OO AM." "Then he added, "Man, you look good!"
"I know -- you too." I said. Then without words, I got up and took my clothes off, down to my boxers, and climbed under the covers with him. "Turn over." I said. He did as he was told, and I spooned up behind him, pulling him closely into my body. I put my face on his and whispered in his ear, "I've really missed you!" A tear dripped into his ear. He giggled and turned around and looked at me through his own glassy eyes. Then he turned back.
"Me too."
We fell asleep that way. When I woke up, I was facing the other direction. I opened my eyes. Bobby was siiting in the chair watching us sleep. "I wondered when you sleepyheads would wake up!" he whispered. I slipped out of bed and he got up. I embraced him close. "I really missed you guys."
I pointed to the door. I grabbed my clothes and we tiptoed out to the living room, closing the door behind us.
"So," I started, as I slipped into my jeans and tee, "Ren tells me that you and Morty are back together."
"Well, not quite together. We're seeing each other. I have to -- well -- kinda prove myself to him. Look, Lenny, I'm sorry for creating such havoc in your life -- with Rennie."
"I know. Ren told me. As far as I'm concerned, that's in the past. And - - you passed the test in there when I hugged you!" I smiled.
"It's a struggle. But already I can see it feels good to -- well -- be good! It's like a challenge -- and I'm doing it!"
"Weren't you kind of Ren's dad's right hand man? I thought you were going to take over the company."
"I've ben in contact with them. I still have major voting rights. So does Ren. But I don't really want to do that. And I don't have to now."
"Aren't you worried you'll get bored after awhile?"
"Maybe. But I haven't yet. Heh! My brother got tired of me though. He more or less asked me to leave."
"Really?"
"Yeah. He was nice enough about it. You know what Ben Franklin said about it don't you?"
"I don't know."
"Fish and house guests start to smell -- after three days. I'll be out of here soon, by the way."
"Going back to the big house?"
"No. Too many memories. I'll get another place. Now that I'm dating Morty again, I think I'll be okay. I was surprised to see you in there this morning. Are you back?"
"No. Not -- not yet."
"Just come to satisfy a few urges, huh?" he said with a sly grin.
"Nope! We didn't do anything except cuddle. We didn't even kiss. I'm living - "
" -- at the Smiths -- I know. Great people! That Etta is really something. She and Renate -- both of them!"
"Have you seen Renate?"
"Not since I got back. I know Rennie has."
"What has Rennie done?" Rennie was standing in his doorway in the hall.
"Seen Renate." I said. "How is she?"
"She's just fine. She bought a very nice place and her sister has moived in with her. So she sees her sister's kids all the time. So -- what have I missed here?"
"Well, Bobby says he's looking for a place of his own - " I said.
"And Lenny says you guys are doing the ol' non-sexual thing for awhile."
"Yeah." Ren said, looking down and kicking at some piece of dust on the carpet. I felt guilty all of a sudden, thinking of my last romp with Marcus. I decided that had to stop sometime before I move back in here.
Wow! It just hit me. I thought of that as a "when" instead of an "if". It felt good. "Are you going down to the shelter today?" I asked Ren.
"I wasn't planning on it."
"I promised Arthur I'd come help out with lunch. I gotta get going if I'm gonna be any help at all."
"Oh." Ren said. "Um -- why did you come over here, anyway?"
I waited too long to answer. "To see you." I said. He looked at me funny.
"K. Will I see you later?"
After an even longer pause, "Uh -- no. I -- um -- have a -- um -- I'm seeing Marcus tonight."
Why did I lie about that? I grabbed the first bus to the shelter, then went directly home after the lunch rush. I called Marcus as soon as I got in the room.
"Hello?"
"Marcus. Lenny." I started.
"Oh, hi! To what do I attribute this pleasure?"
"Uh -- any chance we can -- uh -- see each other tonight?"
"I thought - "
"I saw him this morning. He can't do it tonight after all." I lied again! I felt crummy about that.
"I was just gonna go over to my brother's place tonight. Wanna come? Lotsa food left over from a party last night here."
"Yeah!"
I took my shower and put on a clean pair of jeans, and a plaid long sleeved shirt. I rolled the sleeves up a couple times, and wore my same deck shoes I always wear. Marcus arrived at 7:00. I was starved. He came in while I got my jacket.
"You look soooo good tonight!" He said. I shrugged.
"You look pretty good yourself." I said. He had a red fleece pullover that seemed to reflect his rosy cheeks. His dark skin and closely cropped, shiny black hair seemed to compliment all of that. He wore tight stretch jeans and some kind of moccosins with no socks. He really looked good -- and smelled great!
"Ready?" he grinned, showing his white white teeth. His bottom lip is so full, slightly protruding below the upper one. You just want to suck on it!
He turned the opposite direction from his brother's place.
"Where we goin'?" I asked.
"There wasn't as much food as I thought. We're gonna stop and eat something on the way."
I had a sinking feeling about this. He pulled into the swankiest sea food restaurant in Santa Barbara. I didn't say a word. We had Maine Lobster Tail. (That was capitalized on purpose! Anything that expensive deserves to be capitalized!)
Afterwards we went to DeVon's, as promised. He welcomed us with a wide smile, and handed us each a glass of hot punch. It really felt good going down. It was sweet and smoothe. I asked for another glass.
"Well, as long as you're not driving. There's a lot of liquor in it!"
"Really?!" I said. "I couldn't taste any!"
"That's the way it's designed. It's left over from the party last night." DeVon said. "Hey, I got a couple movies. Wanna watch one?"
"Sure!" Marcus said. DeVon put the movie in. He said it was a chick-flick, was supposed to be really good. It was old -- "Sense and Sensibilities".
He was right. It was definitley a chick-flick. I LOVED it! By the time the opening credits were over, I was feeling really mellow forn the two cups of punch I drank. As I watched, I grew hornier and hornier! DeVon broke out some pot. He offered his joint to his brother, who took a long hit and held it, and tried to hand it to me. I said no thanks. He smiled and said, "No problem."
They lit up several more joints, but didn't seem to be smoking much of them. It was like they forgot to smoke them after they were lit. I had heard of contact high, but really didn't know what it meant. Before tonight! Before I knew it, I was laughing more than was necessary for the movie. I knew it, but it felt so good to laugh, that I just kept laughing. At one point, when there was a kiss happening on screen, DeVon leaned over and kissed me. Yes, it was DeVon!
I kissed him back, then realized what happened, and turned around and kissed Marcus even deeper. He kissed me back and started to rub my leg. At the same time, DeVon was rubbing my back. This felt so good I climbed on top of Marcus and he pulled me up close, and started to massage my butt. By this time, DeVon was lying right next to Marcus, and Marcus turned his head and kissed his brother! DeVon then climbed on top of me and started to dry hump my butt.
I knew this was wrong -- or at least I felt it was -- but it felt so good, I just kept it up. GOD! I never smelled anything as good as Marcus smelled! DeVon reached under me and massaged my chest and then worked his way down to my abdomen. He lifted me up there, and Marcus undid my jeans and his own. There were only my boxers between us.
The movie ended. DeVon put the other movie in. While he was gone, we removed the rest of our clothes. The movie started. We all turned over to watch the movie. DeVon took his clothes off too. It was a gay porn movie. Before I knew what was happening, we were imitating the things the three guys on the screen were doing. When Marcus started to lick my anus, I felt like I would explode right then and there. But I didn't. While he was doing that, I was kissing DeVon, and jacking him off. I pulled his cock up toi my face and licked it. As I took him into my mouth, I felt my legs being lifted up over my shoulders. It was like they weren't my legs. I hardly felt Marcus's dick go in. I was sucking and blowing on Devon, and bobbing my head in double time to the rhythm Marcus got going inside me. DeVen grabbed my throbbing member and started to jack it as fast as he could.
I heard DeVen start to breath a lot harder, and at the same time Marcus started ramming it home like a piston. They both started heaving at the same time. As they spent their loads in either end of me, I went off and started to choke , trying to swallow and breath at the same time. My orgasm was like my whole body was involved. In a short time, we were all splayed out all over each other. My cum was all over both of them, and the couch. I couldn't believe it was all mine!
We lay there breathing heavily for some time, until we started to get our breath. Finally, when he could talk, Marcus said, "You -- don `hafta go home tonight, do you?"
I giggled. "I don't think I can walk all thqt way," I started, "and I KNOW you can't drive me!"
I slept with Marcus in the extra bedroom. When we got up in the morning, I didn't say much. Neither did Marcus. I guessed that the whole night had been planned between the two of them. I asked to be driven home. AS we went out to the car, I looked over next door, directly into the eyes of Bobby. Who was also leaving Morty's. A deep sense of guilt and grief overtook me.
As we pulled up into the Smith's drive, Marcus said, "Next Friday then?"
"No. I -- after last night, I decided to only see Rennie."
"You didn't like last night?"
"You guys tricked me!" I said.
"Sorry. But you seemed to like it last night."
"That was last night. I don't like myself much this morning!"
"Sorry. Well, if you change your mind -- again -- call me. I still think we could be great together."
"Thanks for the nice dinner and -- the experience, I guess. I definitely learned something from it."
"Bye. He said.
"Bye." I said, and he drove off.
I wasn't angry. I wasn't even disappointed. I still felt guilty and grieved that I had somehow cheated on Ren. I know, we weren't exclusive, but I still FELT that way. But at the same time, I felt good that I had made my mind up. Not right away, but I was going to be back with Ren soon.
I went to the shelter as usual on Tuesday afternoon. Ren was there, but he was unususally quiet. I figured Bobby had said something to him. A cold feeling crept through my body. After the dinner rush, I pulled him out back where no one else was.
"Ren, I need to talk to you."
"Is this about Saturday night?" He said, sounding more hurt than angry.
I looked at the ground. "Yes." I paused a moment tryint to think how to start. It came to me. The truth. No more lies. "Ren, first of all, - I -- uh -- lied to you when I said I had a date with him that night." I let that sink in. "Rennie, I'm not very good at this relationship thing. I was trying to do my best. I was thinking I could somehow cause you to act in a certain way. I know now that was stupid of me. I'm not your keeper."
He didn't respond, so I went on. " I called Marcus up and asked to see him. When he picked me up, he took me to a posh place to eat, then to his brother's place." I told him what happened. I left out the gory details. "Ren -- I felt dirty afterwards! I've never been high before like that. I never want to again. I see now what it can do to your will power -- if any exists. We did disgusting things! No! Not disgusting. But I wanted it to be YOU, there! It was disgusting doing it with them, and not you. I felt so dirty in the morning!"
"Lenny, all you had to tell me was that you got too drunk to come home. I would have believed you."
"I -- know. I even thought of it. But I can't lie to you -- again -- any more!"
"Thanks for telling me."
I looked deeply into his eyes, looking from one th the other. "I love you, Ren! I don't want secrets between us."
"So - - - does this mean you're moving back in?"
"No. I mean YES! I mean -- not yet."
"You still don't trust me, Lenny?"
"It's not that. After last night, I'm not even sure I can trust me! I need to know -- or something -- that I can be -- true -- without having you there constantly. Does that make any sense to you?" I was teary eyed again. I hated that! It made me feel so weak!
"No -- not much. But if that's what you need -- then I'll wait. I love you too!" We almost violently clamped on to each other and kissed very deep and long. We heard applause behind us. Arthur, George, and several others were standing at the door with big grins. We grinned back at them.
When I got home that night, there was a messege from DeVon. He said Marcus had been hurt and I should call. I called immediately.
"Lenny, Marcus wants to see you."
"Oh. I -- uh -- Are you guys trying to trick me again?" I felt terrible even asking if he was really hurt.
"NOOooo! He was climbing on the rocks down below and fell. He hit his head pretty hard. The doctor said he'll be fine, but please come see him. He has been asking for you ever since it happened!"
"I -- uh -- (Sigh!) Okay. I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Can I come over and pick you up?"
"Oh. Yeah! That would make it easier. Thanks! see you in a - - no! Wait. I can get there by myself! If I can't I'll call back in a few, k?"
"I'd be glad to come."
"I'll call you if I need you to. Bye!" And I hung up. I immediately called Rennie. "Rennie! Come over and pick me up. I need to go somewhere quick!"
"I'll be ritght there!"
He came careening into the drive, where I was waiting for him, with a concerned look on his face. I kissed him as I got in. "Drive to your cousin's!"
"What's going on? It's NOT my birthday!"
"Silly! We're not going to Morty's. We're going to DeVon's"
"Who's that?"
"It's Marcus's brother. Marcus got hurt. He is begging to see me."
"Oh." He said, disconcerted.
"Don't you get it? I'm taking you with me -- to -- ha ha -- protect me!"
We knocked at the door. When DeVon opened the door, it smelled strongly of weed. I frowned, sniffed and said, "I don't think we wanna come in."
"Oh, Please come in! His head really hurts. He just lit up to help out with the pain."
"God, that smells great!" Ren said. DeVon smiled. "Want a hit?" Ren looked at me. I shook my head. He declined.
DeVon led us toward the bedroom. "Marcus is in there". He said, and pushed me in that direction. He then said to Ren, "Ever see one of these?" Ren started to follow. I grabbed his hand and pulled him after me into the bedroom."
Marcus was sitting up in bed, looking very mellow. "Oh, Wow! You brought me a consolation prize!" he half mumbled, his dilated eyes all red. "He's Cute!"
"This is my -- fiancee, Rennie. Ren, this is Marcus."
"Oh. Wow! I mean Wow! He really is cute. I mean Wow! Yeah. Cute. Wow!"
With all the red, his deep blue eyed looked almost purple. They actually looked very sexy. "C'mere." He said, and he beckoned with his hands.
"I'll just talk to you from here."
"Aw, Lenny! I just wanted to apologize for the other night. C'mere!" I bent down. He made to whisper in my ear, but his voice was just as loud as it was before. "I'm really sorry, man!" Then he put his arms up for a hug. I glanced back at Ren, and he shrugged. I hugged Marcus. He then wrapped his arms around my neck and planted a kiss on my lips! I jerked back. He was smiling.
"Did you tell you friend how good I lick ass? I did that reeal good huh!" I was thunderstruck. I didn't know what to say.
Rennie came up to us. "He told me! HE told me you fucked him good while he sucked on your brother, and your brother made Len come with you. yeah he told me it all. Thanks for teaching him a few tricks! I'm sure we will both be grateful!"
Marcus sat there with his mouth open. His ploy hadn't worked. "You guys are pretty tight, huh? That's cool -- very cool! Wow! That's so cool! Wow!" He then started to trip on something on the ceiling.
"We're going now, Marcus. I hope you get better fast."
"Yeah -- what? Oh yeah, Cool. Wow!"
We walked out the door and to the front door and walked out. We said bye to DeVon, and walked out to Rennie's car. We got in and he started towards my house.
"Ren?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I -- I mean -- I wanna go home with you tonight -- not to stay -- but just for the night. Okay?"
"OKAY!!!!" HE did a full 180 brody in the middle of the street and headed off in the direction of home!
Notes: Are any notes necessary? I hope you feel as good as I did when I finished this chapter! They're not out of the woods yet, but maybe in the right direction. Comments are still welcome! Steve at s4d@hotmail.com. Thanks and love, Steve
Bottom line: Love will Rule in the end.