This is a fictional Story. . It is based on many experiences and fantasies of the author. 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
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Cast of Characters:
Leonard Kirk Harston (Lenny) Lawrence Olivier Goodwin (Rennie)
Minnie Harston, Lenny's mom Randal 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
Craig -- Chris's lover Jake Smith -- Seth and Chris's cousin.
Colin -- Jake's husband & Bobby's brother Rob -- a Friend
Denny -- Rob's husband 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 housekeper Shelley -- Friend at University
DeVon -- Shelley's cousin Marcus -- DeVon's brother
Arthur -- A team leader at the shelter George - Ren's tennant
Ty -- new friend from Oklahoma Ricky, Ty's cousin
David - Toyota Dearlership owner Jason, waiter
Suzanne -- Jason's wife Jamie Hocking -- A new friend from school
Kevin -- Jamies brother Joe, Ernie and Bret -- Str8 (?) Friends
James Hocking, Jamie's dad Esther Hocking -- Jamie's mom
Tom Whatley - Cop
From Chapter 27:
"People get together for lots of reasons. I'll never be a dad. I love the thought of you being my son -- my boy -- sometimes. Is that so bad?"
"Welllll - not when you look at it that way -- from your perspective."
"Well? Can I be your `dad' sometimes."
I whispered, (because that was all I could do) "I think you already have been."
"Good! Ready to go to sleep, Baby?"
"Yeah, I think so. Night - - Daddy!" And I pulled him in close to me again. We both sighed and fell asleep.
Chapter 28
I woke up to a motor running. NO! It wasn't. Tom was snoring! He was no longer in my embrace, but rather was sleeping on his back, his mouth wide open. I stroked his face for a moment. He awoke with a start.
"WHA! Huh?" He exclaimed. He jumped out of bed and assumed a fight position. Then he came to and said, "Oh! You!"
"Yeah -- it's me, Tom. Are you okay?"
"What -- what happened?"
"Nothing happened, Tom. You seemed to be having a problem breathing -- snoring -- so I tried to gently wake you. Guess I screwed that up!"
"No. No you didn't! It was me. I mean (SIGH!) -- Lenny -- Oh my god!"
"What? What is it, Tom?"
"I -- (SIGH!) -- my dad was a cop. And -- he threatened to kill me if I ever showed the slightest tendency toward being gay. I mean I was sure he was serious! My mom tried to protect me -- from it -- him. I think she knew early on. She never said anything -- none of us did. But when I was a small boy, I tended to cry too easily, and had a very tender heart. That's when my dad started to rant and rave."
"So -- were you having a bad dream -- just now?"
"Not exactly. I'm sure my dad had suspicions too, and he used to wake me up out of a sound sleep -- suddenly and violently. I think this was his way to scare any homosexuality out of me."
"You gotta be shittin' me!" I exclaimed. "That's ridiculous!"
"well, yeah, but - - not any more ridiculous than some of the ministers while I was growing up. I talked to two, sharing my fears with them. One told me to play football. This was his answer to `toughening me up' and making me not gay."
"And the other?" I asked.
"His answer was for me to get married. To a girl. That was how he would make me straight."
"And -- did you -- um -- try it?"
"Get married? Heh! No! But I knew a couple guys who did."
"What happened to them? Do you know?"
"Yeah. One had 3 kids then told his wife he was attracted to guys. She kicked him out. As far as I know, he never actually ever did anything with any guy, but he thought it was important to tell her."
"Never did anything?"
"Well, not before he was kicked out. I don't know if that's true any more."
"You said there were a couple -- what about the other one?"
"He was actually a good friend of mine. He was my first sexual partner. We still are in contact."
"Does he know about your dad?"
"Yes. We were in the academy together. We shared a lot. He even knows about you."
"Really? What does he know about me?" I asked, intrigued.
"He knows I really like you. He knows it's more than that, really."
"When -- er -- when did you last -- um - " I stammered.
" - have sex with him?"
"I'm sorry. That's none of my business!" I said. "Forget I even asked."
"No, it's a fair question." He paused for a long time, then said, "Last week."
I felt a knife go through my heart. I let an involuntary gasp go out of me. I wanted to take it back, but I couldn't. Then I said, woodenly, "I thought you have not had sex in two years."
"I hadn't -- when I said that."
"Oh." I strained my brain to try to come up with any reason that I should not care about what he did last week.
"Lenny, I felt terrible as soon as it happened. So did he! He's still married. He has 4 children, and his wife knows about his attraction to guys." I just stared at him. I wanted to say it was okay -- that I really had no hold on him - - last week. But I couldn't say it. "Lenny. Please believe me -- I -- I - "
Finally I said. "Tom, we didn't make any promises -- until last night. With the ring you gave me, I assumed that came with a promise too. Am I right?"
"Of course! I don't -- I would never -- Lenny -- I will not do anything to hurt you -- ever." I put my arms around him and kissed him.
I lay down again, this time in his embrace. He kissed the back of my neck. I fell back asleep, my heart aching a little. I thought about Rennie and all the times he had said he would never hurt me. I woke up in the morning feeling the same melancholy I felt going to sleep. The first thing I noticed was Tom was gone. The next thing I noticed was the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen.
I got up and ran to the bathroom. I vomited into the toilet. I was kneeling in front of the toilet, crying, and my nose and mouth running into the toilet when he came in. "Hi Babe! It's - " Then he saw me and stopped cold. "Oh no." Is all he said. I felt like a little boy -- a little cry-baby -- crying again! "Lenny -- what can I do?"
"I'm sorry," I said, choking because of the taste and the cry in my throat. "I am such a FUCKING baby! I HATE this!" I screamed, and cried some more.
Quietly, he put his hand on my shoulder and almost whispered, "Do you think you are finished barfing?"
"I think so." I croaked.
He then lifted me up and led me to the bed. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap. He just held me and hugged me. I thought for a moment how stupid it must look. A 6'-5" tall guy sitting on a much shorter guys lap. But I soon forgot about that, as he started to stroke my neck and rub my back.
"Lenny, I really don't want to rush you. I love you, as I already said. I think you love me too. If you have to work through a trust issue, I am soooooo sorry that I did something to trigger it. But I hope you CAN work through it. I really do!"
"Me too." Was all I could offer. His warm body felt so good -- so reassuring. I wanted to just keep it with me forever. But there was still something cold deep inside. He just let me think to myself for a time, all the while stroking my back and neck and head. I thought about how much my dad had shut me out -- because I was not what he thought a man should be. I thought about Rennie and my heart swelled and hurt at the same time.
I thought about how this wonderful, sweet man who was holding me had really done nothing -- nothing except given in to an urge that had to be crying out, after two years of not touching anyone. About how he not only respected, but insisted on my space when I asked him to. If he felt anything like I did toward him, that had to be the hardest thing for him to do. I thought to myself, "We didn't have any prearranged agreement or promises. Why should his actions last week affect me like this?"
I decided they shouldn't. I pushed him down on the bed and turned over and climbed on top of him. Even through his clothes, his warm body against mine felt calming and reassuring. He didn't make any move to advance anything, except to just hold me and he kept stroking my head and back. I started to kiss him. He turned away.
"Ahem. Maybe we should brush our teeth or something first?" He said. OMIGOD! My breath! I had just barfed.
I said, "I don't know if that will fix my breath. Maybe we should eat. I think I can now. Is our breakfast ruined?"
"No. It was only the bacon. We can reheat it."
"Or not. What else is there. I didn't know I had anything in there to fix."
"I -- well -- I went out this morning."
"Really? Oh, you're such a sweetheart! What're we having?"
"You get dressed, and I'll go finish it. Then you'll see!"
I hit the shower first. I think I drank about a gallon of water from the shower -- to try to get rid of the sour taste of barf in my mouth and throat. It worked a little, but it was still obvious even after I brushed my teeth. I got dressed and went out to the kitchen. He had it all ready. Eggs benedict, complete with hollandaise, and of course the bacon. He also had fixed hash browns.
I sat down, almost afraid to smell it up close after my incident in the bathroom. But I needn't have worried. I was fine. I ate it all! He offered to make more, but I declined. I could no longer taste any of the bad stuff, so I got up and took my dishes to the dish washer. He did the same, and we met at the dishwasher. When he raised back up from putting his dishes in, I grabbed him and kissed him -- gingerly at first, in case there was still some of the smell or taste from my earlier upset.
He kissed me back with relish -- and passion! I impulsively jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist. He almost stumbled. It's not as if he can't handle my weight. I'm tall, but very skinny, and Tommy -- he's very strong. He quickly recovered from the surprise and I said, "Carry me to the bedroom -- it's my turn!"
"Oh Baby! Damn sure is!" he replied and he kissed me again as he easily carried me to the bed. We scrambled like love starved teens to wrest the clothes off each other. When we were both naked, he grabbed me and threw me on the bed and then pinned me. I struggled at first, but it was futile, and I really didn't want to be let loose anyway.
As he licked and kissed my face, neck and chest, I relaxed and tried to contain the explosive feeling that was mounting. I let out a shriek when he gently teethed my nipples, then sucked on them. Next, he licked my sparse amount of chest hair in between my nips. And as I was so docile now, he let my arms go, and I stroked his head and ears as he kissed and licked his way down to my navel and abs. I giggled as he teased my abs with his tongue.
His hot breath on the head of my dick was all it took for me to spurt precum. He licked it off, and I shrieked again. By this time, his fingers were ever so lightly touching the hair on my balls and my hands were by this time pressing the sides of my head, as I tried valiantly to lay still. I felt another huge spurt of precum surge out. Again he lapped it up. I held my breath and tried to force myself to relax. My body was quivering all over. It was excruciatingly wonderful -- heavenly torture!
Then his mouth went down on half my shaft. Another surge, and an electric shock filled my whole body. He sucked on my dick as if it was a titty, and milked more of the precum out of it. I was nearly out of my head by this time -- certainly almost out of my body!
He started to bob up and down. I didn't need to tell him I was close. He stopped and squeezed my dick hard, putting one finger over the hole. He held that way for a few seconds until I stopped quivering. Then he whispered, "It's time, Babe!"
I reached for the drawer in my bedside table. I got a condom out and he put it on me. Then he put some lube in and around his anus. He lay down on his back and lifted up his legs so I could climb under them. With his legs over my shoulders, he said, "Go for it!"
I looked into his eyes. "No softening up first?" I asked. He had taken such care to soften me up before doing me the night before.
"No. I am ready." He whispered. "Push it in."
He WAS ready. He was able to relax completely as I pushed in. The head popped in and again my body flexed as I felt a spurt shoot out of the end. My height came in handy here. I closed on his mouth and kissed him, as I started to push in and out of him. He lowered his legs to the side, and I took deeper strokes, not pulling all the way out.
He started to moan his own pleasure as I felt a slow build up of tension and excitement growing inside me, and increased in speed. We weren't kissing any more, but rather, his head was turned to the side, his mouth wide open, as he panted in time with my strokes. My dick is not thick, but like me, it is long. It snaked its way to and past his prostate each time I thrust, and his moans grew to a fever pitch. I was more sedate, not wanting to make so much noise.
"Let it out, sweetie!" he said. "Don't hold it in!" he said as he continued to pant and cry out with his own pleasure. I started to feel my juices come up and so I then let go with a howl, which seemed to propel him past some summit. He started pumping out his white crème, first hitting my chin, and then all over both our chests! Then I started to scream.
I tried to control it -- I didn't want to, but my body seemed to be trying -- with no success -- to curb what was coming next. I let out a howl that I felt SURE could be heard above the crashing of the waves down below. I then started ramming him as hard as I could over and over as my spunk made explosions out of my urethra and into the condom.
Totally exhausted, I fell heavily on top of him. His cum had cooled a little bit soon warmed up between us, as we kissed each other almost desperately trying to hold on to a moment that was already past. I felt my dick get softer and softer, as it slid out of Tommy's tight hole.
I slid down and put my face on his wet sticky chest. I wasn't tired enough to fall asleep, but felt completely relaxed on top of him like this. I felt his breathing get slower and slower.
I slowly lifted my head from his chest and looked up at his sweet face. He looked no older than maybe 25, as he slept under my weight. I eased myself off him. Light streamed in the window overlooking the Pacific Ocean. I could hear the waves crashing below, reassuring me that my screams really were drowned out. I looked out and down to the beach far below. There were a few people there already, running along the beach, getting their feet wet, oblivious to the storm that just occurred not 100 yards away from them.
I ran my hand over my chest, still wet with his cum. I smelled, then licked my hand, then went back for more. How could I have mistrusted him? I looked back at his sleeping form, looking the picture of sweetness and innocence. As I watched, a smile played across his lips. A tear came to my eye -- then the other. Tears of joy -- complete joy. He turned over and I chuckled as I thought about his wet torso on my sheets. I tiptoed over and drew the sheet and covers over him. He didn't even stir. I wondered how much sleep he gotten last night.
It was Saturday morning, so there was nothing pressing. I got out one of my books and went to my desk, and started to study a little while I waited for him to wake up. The phone rang. I quickly picked it up, checking to see if it bothered him. He didn't stir. I whispered into the phone, "Just a moment." As I stood up and went out the bedroom door, gently closing it behind me.
"Hello?" I said.
"Lenny -- what's wrong?" It was Rennie's voice.
"Nothing -- absolutely nothing." I intoned. "What's up?"
"Wow! You sound happy this morning. Have a good night?" He chuckled.
"You could say that." I replied simply.
"I'm awfully sorry that I bailed on your party, Dude. I - "
"It's okay, Ren. Everything seemed to work out just - "
"No - let me finish. I wanted to again apologize, but also to tell you that I -- well -- Lenny, thank you!"
"Wow! What for?"
"For being such a hard ass with me! I - "
"Ren, I didn't mean - "
"No, it's okay -- better than okay -- it's fine!" he continued. "Remember David -- the guy you bought your Toyota from?"
"Actually I bought it from one of his salesman. David is the owner - "
"I know that. Anyway, as you know, David was like a second dad to me -- before my -- family -- um -- left."
"I remember." I said guardedly.
"David is living with me -- now. He's like a dad to me, but Lenny, I don't even know how to explain it. He's so much more! I know it sounds absolutely crazy, but I think I'm in love with him."
"and - - why are you telling me this -- early on a Saturday morning?"
"I'm sorry. Did I wake you? You're usually up by - "
"No, sorry -- it's okay. You were saying - - ?"
"Lenny, I still think of you as my best friend. Well, next to David now maybe, but I just HAD to tell someone how I felt. Is that okay? Even if you can't understand it?'
"Can't understand -- what?"
"This relationship to a guy more than twice my age!"
"Believe me, Rennie -- I understand!"
"Huh?"
"I said, I understand!"
"I KNOW what you said. But - - I can hardly understand it myself. How can you understand?"
"I don't mean I understand why. I just understand how you feel."
"Really? Every time I have seen you recently, you have been with a different guy as young or younger looking than you! How can you understand?"
"Some may not be as young as you thought. Tom certainly isn't!"
"Tom?"
"Have you met him? Maybe not. Tom is -- well, sleeping in my bed at the moment. Rennie, Tom is twice MY age -- almost exactly!"
"No SHIT?" He exclaimed. "You really do understand, then!"
"I do."
"What's he like?"
"Me!" I said.
"He's like you?"
"No, silly -- he likes me!" I retorted. "Actually he loves me -- and I love him!"
"Wow!" He exclaimed. "So does this mean - "
"I'm not sure what it means, Dude. We aren't quite ready to say we're `in love' yet, but - "
"I KNOW! It seems too soon, doesn't it?"
"Yeah." I answered, more seriously. "But he's already told me he feels closer to me -- more loving -- than his ex. And he earlier told me he was in love with him. And Ren?"
"What?"
"I don't want to hurt your feelings -- but -- I am feeling the same way."
"Why would that hurt my feelings?"
"DUH! YOU were the one I felt I was in love with."
"I know that, but -- were we really?" He said. "Or did we just need each other for that time?"
"I -- guess you have something there. Because the feelings I have for Tom seem much more -- heh -- well, mature -- than what I felt for you. Is that okay with you?"
"It's perfectly okay, Dude! It's exactly how I feel."
"Wow!" I said.
"What?"
"I just realized -- this is the first time I have thought about how I feel about you and have not had a deep hurt in my chest."
"Really? Why do you think that is?"
"I think -- I don't know, but -- maybe it wasn't really love that was causing the hurt -- though I did -- and still DO love you, Rennie. Maybe it was that I felt some kind of guilt -- like I didn't want to hurt you any more than you were hurting already. I've really worried about that."
"Thanks, Dude. I really appreciate that. And I also appreciate you sticking to your own values and making me accountable for my own feelings. I'll always love you for that too, Lenny. You're like the best friend I always wanted but never had in high school."
"Me too! I think that's why we maybe mistook what we had for love -- I mean being in love. Was it really only a year ago? It seems a lot longer!"
"I know! Well, we're both years older now -- right?"
"Yeah -- right!" I said laughing.
"Anyway, Dude, I just wanted to talk to you -- to tell you -- some things. Talk to you later huh?"
"Okay. Love you! Bye."
"Me too! Bye!"
I peered into the bedroom. He was still sleeping. I turned the phones off and sat on the floor next to the bed. I watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful -- so happy -- exactly how I felt. I got up and went back to my desk. I didn't know how long I was reading when he said, "Hey! This is MY time with you! You're not supposed to be studying when I'm here!"
I looked at the clock. "You've been asleep almost two hours, Tommy." I said.
"Nuh-uh! You're lying!" he retorted. I smiled. "I HAVE been asleep. DAMN! It felt like I just closed my eyes.
"I watched you sleep for awhile."
"Oh good grief! I feel so violated!" he said, grinning.
"You looked so sweet, it was hard to leave you alone." I said.
"You shouldn't have!"
"I loved watching you. Ren called while you were asleep, by the way."
"Oh? How'd that go?"
"Fine. He has someone special now - - too."
"Oh? Too? Does someone else have someone `special'?"
"Well, actually, you're VERY special." I said.
"OH! Were you referring to me? Thanks! Is his friend anyone you know?"
"Sort of. He owns the Toyota agency. That's where I bought my Sequoia."
"David sold you that?"
"You know him?" I said. He nodded. "Actually, I bought it from one of his salesmen."
"Isn't David a little old for Rennie?" Tommy asked.
"One might think so!" I exclaimed with a smirk.
"What!!??" He queried. "Oh! Hey! I'm not THAT damned old!"
"What difference does it make?" I asked.
He got a dumbfounded look on his face. "You're absolutely right! You know -- we are going to maybe get a lot of flack if -- I mean when people -- realize that we - "
" -- are a couple?" I finished his statement.
"Yeah. Like, I'm robbing the cradle."
"That's probably exactly how my dad will feel." I expressed. "He's just barely dealing with the fact that I'm gay!"
"But he IS dealing with it - - right?"
"He's being pressured into it -- by the chamber of commerce."
"Really? How convenient!"
"Exactly!" I said, bitterly.
"Hey -- accept any little crumb you can get."
"Good analogy!"
"I didn't mean it the way you took it." He said. "I meant, just because he needed a 2-by-4 between the eyes to wake up, doesn't mean he is not waking up. Give him a chance. If he screws up then it's his responsibility -- but give him room to do well -- and even expect it. Usually, when people start to open their eyes -- learn more -- they come to understand a little more, you know?"
"I guess your right. It's just -- well, - it seems to me that -- if he hadn't been so -- unloving and -- well, homophobic -- in the first place -- maybe I wouldn't - "
"Nope!" he retorted. "Can't go there! No one knows why we are gay -- for sure! Many speculate -- and it sounds like you maybe are leaning one way. But it's all still up in the air."
"I know!" I almost whined. "But I just - "
"You just need someone to blame. Right?" I nodded. "Well, maybe you should do some of your own research on the subject."
"What do you mean. What research?" I asked.
"Well, for one, even if he IS to blame -- or at least responsible -- for your being sexually attracted to males -- that still doesn't make it his fault! It was the way HE was brought up to believe. Remember -- in his time, it was the way MOST people thought. It wasn't a choice he made. It was just the way it was."
"But -- there is so much knowledge available now - "
"Yes, there is. But there hasn't always been. Even in my lifetime, that has changed drastically. When I was a young child, I can remember kids calling each other queers. Or saying `that's gay'. To mean anything negative."
"They still do that."
"I know. But what I'm saying is -- it used to be much more -- pronounced."
"Did that make it okay to `gaybash'?" I said.
"Nope! Course not. Well, actually yes, it probably did! But it should maybe make you more understanding or -- sensitive -- to your dad's prejudices. I hear so many people -- on our side' -- saying that others are not sensitive -- or refuse to accept our right to diversity. Well, then those same people turn around and refuse to accept a diversity of opinion on people whose only crime is growing up in another generation. We can educate without condemning and name calling all the time. "
He continued, "The way that the people in the chamber of commerce are handling it may be the best way for your dad. At least he is looking at it now."
"Yeah." I said. "Before, he just looked the other way -- knowing something was wrong -- or different -- but pretending it wasn't. Yeah! You're right. At least he's looking at it now -- I guess."
Tom was smiling at me. "What?" I asked.
"Nothing. You just look so good to me. I know we should be getting up now, but lay back down with me for a few minutes -- k?"
I had on a pair of shorts over my boxers, but that was all. I shed them and the boxers and climbed under the covers with him. I backed up to him, spooning. He kissed the back of my neck. I sighed, and a shiver went through me.
"You're incredible!" He said."
"Why?"
"How should I know? You just are. You don't seem only 19! You're more mature than most guys I have dated. And they mostly have been closer to my age."
"Do you think you're too old to do it again?"
"Do what?" he asked. I chuckled, snuggled closer to him, and kissed his hands. "Oh. That. I think I can handle it!"
And he did!
Notes: Is Lenny mature enough to sustain a long term relationship? Is Tom? Any comments are welcome. To Steve at s4d@hotmail.com. Please type "Lenny" I the subject area. Thanks and love, Steve