Like Father**
Like Father, Like Son
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Chapter 9
Copyright / Disclaimer
Copyright 2001, Duke Price
This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar ages. If this is not to your tastes or is not legal in your locality, please leave now! The story and its associated characters are entirely fictional and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise, is purely coincidental. Please bare in mind when you read this, that portions of this story takes place in the early 70's. That was a time before HIV/AIDS. If you are going to engage in sex, remember to please be safe!
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John
"You're going to see Michael?"
"Aha."
"Why?"
"I just want to talk to him." I just stood there and looked at her. I was trying to read what kind of mood she was in. I couldn't tell if she was angry.
"Don't worry, John, I won't hurt your precious Michael!" she said in a smug sort of way.
Yep…she's pissed. I should have known she'd react this way. "Paula, it's not Michael's fault. I asked him to fly to Green Bay with me after meeting him at the conference!"
"He went with you to Green Bay? John, you are just full of surprises! Anything else that I should know about?"
"Well, we talked. I introduced him to Ed. Ed asked him if he'd ever thought of moving to Green Bay. I didn't encourage the idea. Now Michael's thinking about Ed's offer to become a partner. Then I took him to see our home and we talked for a while."
"You know, John, I'm really trying to be an adult here! I'm trying to not be jealous and to keep from losing it! I have my limits! I don't know if I can take this anymore! I feel like I'm walking on egg shells around you all of the time…worried that if I say something wrong you'll become more and more depressed!"
"I'm sorry, Paula! I wasn't thinking clearly!"
"John, did you even give it second thought as to how I'd feel about inviting him into our home?" I just stood there in silence.
"Paula, I told you, he's like family to me! Please don't prevent me from seeing him!"
"I'm going out for a while. The kids should be back soon. Don't wait up for me." Paula grabbed the keys and walked out the door.
**
Paula
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I walked into the main lobby. Hmm, where's the bar? Oh, there it is. "Bartender, I'd like a Margarita!"
"Coming right up!"
I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror behind the bar. What the heck am I doing here? I don't even know what to say to him…Leave my man alone! Or…He's mine!
"Here ya go, ma'am. That gentleman over in the corner is paying for this." Instead of looking over to see who it was, I looked in the mirror. It was a young man in his late 20's. Woof, he's cute! I chuckled to myself. I guess I still have it! I sipped on my drink and tried to relax.
After getting comfortable I felt someone invading my space next to me. I turned to see who it was and was greeted by the young man who had been in the corner. He smiled at me and held out his hand and said. "Hi, my name's Jack, what's yours?"
"Hi Jack! What can I do for you?"
"Hmm, what if I said that I think you are very attractive and would like to get to know you better?"
Laughing. "Well I'd say...Jack, you're cute but I'm married and maybe you should try to connect with someone your own age! " I held up my left hand and showed him my wedding ring.
"That's ok, we can still have fun!"
"Sorry, my husband should be here any minute."
He shrugged his shoulders. "You can't kick a guy for trying?"
"Thanks for the drink, Jack!" He got up and went back to his seat. I drank the rest my drink and I started to feel a little buzzed.
I ordered another Margarita and noticed in the corner of my eye that someone had once again invaded my space. I didn't bother looking to see who it was. I heard him say. "Hi!"
Without looking up I said, "Listen...um...Jack or whatever you name is! I need to be alone!"
"Paula, it's me, Michael!"
I jerked my head to look at him. "Michael! I'm sorry for being so rude! It's just that I thought it was that gentleman over in the corner again…and…."
Michael looked over in the corner at Jack who was quickly exiting the bar. "Apology accepted! Your admirer seems to be bugging out! Hehehe! So what brings you here? Where's John?" he said, looking around the bar.
"I left him with the kids." I took another sip of my drink.
"Aren't you guys staying at the Hilton?"
"Aha."
"Don't they have bars at the Hilton?"
"Michael, I think you know why I’m here! I need to talk to you."
"Do you want to stay here or go up to my room?"
"I'd rather go to your room."
"John won't be upset?"
"Oh please! I don't think John cares about what I do! Anyway, I told him that I was coming over to talk to you."
"Well then…after you!" We went up to his room. Michael opened the door and motioned for me to come in.
"Please have a seat. So what brings you over here?"
I took another sip of my Margarita. "Michael, it was really stupid of me to come over here! I'm sorry! I feel like an idiot!" I stood up and turned to leave.
Michael reached over and touched my shoulder and looking into my eyes with concern, "No, please stay! I could use the company. I think I know why you are here."
"Ok, I suppose I can stay for a while." I sat back down.
I sat there looking at my drink in silence while he politely allowed me to collect my thoughts. I didn't know where to begin. "Hehe! Michael, I came over here to tell you something but I can't bring myself to say it! I feel so pathetic!"
"Hmm, let me guess, it probably goes something like this. Michael, you SOB, leave my husband alone?"
Putting my head in my hands, trying to hide my face, "Michael, that isn't exactly what I had in mind. I learned early in life that you can't hold anyone hostage in a relationship. If they want out of a relationship it's best to allow them to leave. John is free to go if he chooses, but for some unknown reason he stays with me. Maybe he stays with me for the kids…I don't know! It's just that he's so miserable and I'm worried about him!"
Michael started to say. "Paula…"
But I interrupted by saying, "He still loves you, Michael! He told me all about you and him. How you met. You have his heart. I thought I did at one time, but for the past 10 years he acts as if he could care less if we are together anymore."
Michael sat there patiently and let me drone on as the tears flowed down my cheeks. "You know, I never felt that he was totally committed to me…that there was something always between us. I think that something is you. I want to hate you, but it’s not you who I should be angry with…it's him! I feel betrayed. He lied to me!" I started weeping. Michael placed his hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me. He just let me cry it out.
Michael cleared his throat and I looked into his eyes. I couldn't believe it! He also had tears in his eyes! "Paula, I love John with my whole heart and soul! Growing up, he was there for me in good times and bad." He chuckled and continued to speak. "Please excuse me for laughing and it really isn't funny because I experienced the same thing with John. I didn't really feel that John was 100% committed to me either. It's hard to explain. It's like he's afraid to totally commit. It was like I couldn't completely make him happy. That he was searching for something more."
"Yes, YES! I know exactly what you mean! He tells me that he's bisexual. Do you believe that?"
"Well, I don't understand what it's like to be Bi. I'm gay. Girls do nothing for me. For John, well, that's a different story. In fact I was shocked as hell when he first told me that he loved me because he used to talk about how some girls turned him on. In the back of my mind I always feared that some girl would come along and sweep him off of his feet. I never felt secure in our relationship. He always dreamt of having a family of his own. Something I could never give him!"
"I'm worried about him. He's so depressed! Do you think that maybe you could help him out?"
Looking up at me, "I don’t know, Paula. People change! It's been sixteen years! He may not be the same person! Not only that, I don't really feel comfortable getting involved! I haven't been in John's life for a couple of reasons! First off, he broke my heart and secondly I never wanted to be blamed for you two breaking apart!"
"I don't see how you would think that you would break us apart?"
"I'd rather not say!"
"Michael, I think I have an idea of what you are refering too, so please come out with it!"
Michael sat there thinking and I could tell that he was feeling very uncomfortable. "Ok...please excuse me for being blunt Paula but you see...deep down I knew that John still loved me! But because he never could accept his sexuality, he chose a path that society accepted."
He was so sure of himself, to confident in what he was saying and I didn't get the feeling that there were any alterior motives behind what he was saying. I sat there not wanting to hear what he had to say but because I felt that he knew John as well...if not better than I did, I felt it was imperative that I made myself listen. No matter how painful it was I had to hear what he had to say if I wanted to save my marriage, if not our marriage, then at least save John! I sat there in silence absorbing what he had just said. I finally broke the silence and said. "His heart belongs to you! I don't make him happy anymore! I should leave him. He's not happy being with me."
"What! I'm not so sure leaving him is the right thing to do! He told me that he loved you. He has no reason to lie to me! Since we both love John, why not do what is best for him?"
"And what might that be?"
Shrugging his shoulders, "I don't know! Heck, I don't even think John knows what he wants."
"He's told me that he wants you back in his life. He says that he thinks of you as family. He misses you. I'm trying to understand, but I can't help but feel threatened. I'm afraid of losing him! I'm also afraid that if I don't let him see you he will shrivel up and die. As much as it hurts me to say this, I think he's better off with you. I can't make him happy."
"I'm not convinced that he's better off with me. I just don't KNOW! Besides…I'm not sure I'd want him back. When I lost John, I thought I was going to die. I don't want to ever hurt that badly again! I'm afraid that I would be setting myself up for a huge letdown! I don't think I could ever allow us to be anything more than friends. Did John ever tell you why he never told his parents that he was Bisexual?"
"No! Hell, I didn't even know until recently!"
Sighing, "He never told them because he's ashamed of his gay side! He never could accept that part of himself. Sometimes I would hear him cry at night. I was worried and after badgering him to tell me what was bothering him, he finally caved in and told me. It was then that I knew that our days were definitely numbered and so I told myself that I would savor each and every day that we were together. The thing that made it so difficult was that the more I got to know him…the deeper I fell in love. I don't think I could ever love someone as much as I love John!"
He seemed lost in his thoughts, like I wasn't even in the room. He looked up at me and said, "Sorry, Paula, I sort of spaced off there."
"Did you find it difficult to get John to talk about what was bothering him?"
"Hehe, YES! He doesn't like to confront issues head on. I think he felt that if he ignored things long enogh that they would eventually go away."
"Yes, that's it, he holds everything inside and then I assume the nagging wife role and have to drag everything out of him! I feel like there is a huge barrier between us. If I knew what I was doing to bother him I could maybe help him, but he doesn't give me the opportunity to help! He excludes me from what's going through his head and so I'm left in the dark and it just makes me so angry and feel so inadequate!"
"Yep! That's John! If you ask him how he's doing he just says…!"
Interrupting, "DOING FINE!"
"Yeah, yeah…that's just what I was going to say!" Michael said, laughing.
"Michael, I'm really worried about John. Things are not fine with him and I need your help! He's depressed! He says that he needs you! Like an idiot I sort of lost it! Just when he finally opened up to me…dummy me shut him up by giving him an ultimatum! I told him…why be married if we're not going to be monogamous! I guess I wasn't ready to hear what he had to say!"
"Paula, don't come down on yourself. I know for certain that if I were in your shoes, I'd probably react the same way. John is putting you in an impossible situation. It's not fair to you and I think it's time for him to grow up!"
"Maybe that's true but the bottom line is…John is depressed and he says he needs you back in his life. He says that he thinks of you as family. He asked me how I'd feel if he'd prevent me from seeing my family? I didn't respond to his question but to be truthful…I'd resent him."
"Paula, what do you want from me?"
"As hard as it is to say this, but for John's sake, I think you need to be there for him."
Michael sat there in silence. "I don't know. My heart says yes, but my mind says, no! I'm going to be honest and up-front with you so I'm going to come right out and say this. I think what you are asking is very risky! I love John and I always will."
"Michael, I'm not asking you to sleep with him!"
"Hehe, I know…I know! Maybe I can't trust myself. What if…?"
"Michael, I think I've lost him already. Believe me when I say that this is really a last ditch effort on my part not only to save our marriage but also to keep John alive!"
"Do you think he's suicidal?"
"I'm not sure! Only God knows what's going through his mind! He's so proccupied and he avoids his me like the plague! All he does is work!"
Michael thought about what I said. "Do you think that maybe he has to work all of those hours so that he can keep up with his busy practice?"
"I know that that's a part of it, but I also think it's a way for him to escape from whatever is tormenting him. John told me that Ed asked you to join their practice. Would that be something that you'd like to do?"
"Paula, I don't know! I like where I live. It's home to me! I have friends…."
"I want you to take some time to think about it. Then we can talk later. Did John tell you that we are flying to Iowa tomorrow?"
"No, he didn't."
"Well, we are and I'd like you to fly back with us…together."
"Well…Ok. I guess I could do that?"
"Good, it's settled! Meet us at the Hilton tomorrow at 8:00 am and then we'll go to the airport."
**
Con
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Knocking on the door, "Mom…Dad! Mom…Dad! Hmm, they must be asleep. Mom said that he had a very busy day."
"Move aside!" Andrea said as she slid the key into the door. She went into the room and slammed the door in our faces.
"Damn, she's such a bitch!"
I couldn't help but watch Ryan's butt as he hastily slid the key into our room's door. Ryan quickly shut the door behind me and said, "Oh, god, Con, I need you so bad! Seeing you swimming and running around in just your trunks was turning me on all evening!"
"Mmm, come here, baby!"
"I'm going to take a shower. Care to join me?"
Grinning ear to ear, "Yeah!"
I sat on the edge of the bed and watched Ryan slip his swimming trunks off. He made my mouth water. Oh god, he's perfect!
"Con, are you just going to sit there and drool or are you going to join me?"
Shaking my head, "Sure thing, sport!" I jumped off of the bed and stepped out of my trunks. I ran up behind Ryan and slapped his rear end. Ryan yelped, jumping forward, rubbing his pink bottom.
"Con, you are going to pay for that!"
"That's for teasing me all day!"
Whining, "What do you mean? I wasn't the one who was constantly readjusting my package all day and sticking my ass up in the air right in front of your face!"
"Hehe, so you WERE watching!"
"Damn, how could I not? It was all I could not to lean forward and kiss your ass! Speaking of which, I want to kiss it right now!" Ryan grabbed me and turned me around. I turned my head to see what he was up to and watched as he fell to his knees. He grabbed my hips and kissed both cheeks. He stood up and then slapped my bottom really hard.
"Ow!"
"That was for being such a naughty boy!"
"Yeah, well, what about when you were lying on the lounge chair and spread your legs really wide whenever I'd be walking towards you. Then you'd lick your lips when I'd look into your eyes."
Ryan laughed as he jumped into the shower and started soaping up. "Let me help you out, Ryan!" as I grabbed the bar of soap from him and began to lather up his smooth chest. Then I ran my hands over his strong, yet supple belly while avoiding his hard love muscle that was throbbing up near his belly button. "That belly button is the cutest inny I've ever seen!"
"Oh god, Con, you are driving me wild!"
I told him to turn around so I could clean his backside. I marveled at his strong back and sweaty butt. I wanted to explore an area on Ryan that both sort of disgusted and excited me at the same time. So I slipped my fingers between the cheeks of his ass and explored the dark warm region of his doorway to heaven! I spread his cheeks so I could take a good look at him and ran my soapy hand up and down the crease. I could tell that he liked what I was doing by the way he moaned as I paid special attention to his pink rosebud and making sure that it was very clean. It's weird to be disgusted with an area but yet fantasize about tasting this region of his body. I guess I was afraid it would be unpleasant. I thought to myself, now that he's thoroughly clean, this would be the perfect time to try something that I've been fantasizing about! I focused on his rosebud which was pink with a little black hair around it. I couldn't decide if I wanted to put my tongue down there so I kept gently plucking his rosebud with my fingers. Hearing Ryan's moans of pleasure urged me to continue on my journey. I slowly leaned forward and kissed his ass and then closed my eyes as I started to explore his ass with my tongue. His moaning kept getting louder as he leaned forward to give me more access. To my surprise his bottom smelled like soap and like Ryan. I guess I didn't really know what to expect. I like his male scent, so it wasn't unpleasant at all. I opened my eyes to find the spot that I have been fantasizing about for so long and zeroed in on it. Ryan pushed his bottom into my face. With his ever increasing moaning my excitement escalated. Ryan started to jack off as I licked his most tender area. I continued to rim him, but was afraid to push my tongue into his tight hole. It didn't really matter, because what I was doing was definitely driving Ryan wild. In no time at all he stood upright and started to cum. I felt the muscles in his ass tighten up and sort of sandwiched my nose and tongue between his cheeks. Then I felt him get off balance and had to catch him as his legs began to buckle. I gently lowered him into my arms. His face was flushed with beads of sweat on his forehead. He kept his eyes closed and I couldn't resist kissing his sweet lips. I pulled away. "Oh, Ryan, I love you!"
Moaning. "Con, you have no idea what you just did to me. I think I'm in heaven. I just want to stay like this forever."
"You just lay here, baby. I'm going to turn the shower off and let the tub fill up with water. Then I want to finish washing you up."
"Ok, babe!"
I washed his legs and feet and then gently soaped up his groin. He jumped when I slipped my soapy finger over his sensitive penis. "I'm sorry, baby! I'll try to be more careful!" I continued on and focused my attention to his low hanging balls. I was very careful with them by letting his jewels slip between my fingers. It wasn't long before his penis started to stiffen. I left it alone and continued to play with his balls. Then I ran my fingers down between his scrotum and his anus and gently massaged him.
Ryan stopped me when I went lower to touch his rosebud. "My turn, baby."
"No, just let me worship your body some more! Please?" With my best puppy dog eyes. He looked into my eyes and then relaxed his head back down. "Anything you want. My body is yours, sweet stuff!"
"Thanks, Ryan!" I ran my fingers up and down his legs, admiring the strength in his thighs. I reached down to his feet and ran my fingers between each of his toes. He pulled away when I massaged his soles.
"I'm sorry, I'll try not to tickle you!" Ryan relaxed as I continued to massage his feet. I looked up at Ryan's face and it looked as if he was going to fall asleep. I smiled at him and prided myself in being able to satisfy my lover. If he only knew how much I worshiped him…and that my teasing him is only a form of self-protection, because it could be dangerous if he knew just how much influence he has over me! To be so deeply in-love is quite unsettling. I feel completely out of control! Lucky for me, I have such a sweet and caring lover!
**
John
**
Michael and I laid there on the floor. He kept his head on my chest and I could tell that he was sleeping. I watched the back of his head rise and fall with my every breath. I ran my fingers through his dark hair and marveled at its fine texture. I sighed and with that he embraced me even tighter, rubbing the side of his face against my chest.
I felt something tickle my lips and tried to swat it away. I felt it again and opened my eyes only to be greeted by the most beautiful boy God ever created. He was smiling with his sparkling blue eyes that were focused on me. "Hi, sleepy head! I thought you'd never wake up!"
"Me! What about you!"
"Hehe, we were supposed to go to dinner with Dad but it's 10pm. Let’s get up and find something to eat."
We walked out to the kitchen to find Tony reading the newspaper. "I thought you boys would never get up!"
"Sorry, dad! We were tired!"
"Not to worry, guys. I bought some sub sandwiches and chips. We can go out for dinner some other time."
"Thanks, Dad!"
"John, can we go out to the farm tomorrow?"
"Let me check with Grandpa. I'm sure he won't mind. Besides I bet he could use some help weeding the soy bean fields."
Michael walked out into the den and sat in front of the TV. Wiping the Pepsi off of his lips, Michael said, "Cool!"
"You really like being out on the farm!"
"Aha! I love working with the farm animals and seeing the wildlife. Sometimes it's so quiet out there that it hurts my ears! But the thing that I love the most about being out on the farm is that I get to observe at close range the wily Devon!
I smiled at him as he continued, "The Devon is one of the most crafty, cunning, and wildest beasts out in the prairie. I can smell this beast within 50 yards and it is very unpredictable. The Devon is always full of surprises. Don't ever make a Devon angry! Known for his expert hop side kicks and tornado kicks, the Devon can pack quite a wallop that can be fatal or at minimum painful! The Devon that I've been observing has a pet name called John. John is your typical Devon. Tough as nails but can be very gentle at the same time."
"Hehe! You're too much!"
"Yeah, well, that's why I like the farm. You get so engrossed with what you are doing out there that you sometimes forget that I'm even present. What I like about it is that I get to stand back and observe your beauty. And then there's those special moments when you have to take a whiz."
"Hehe! One of the advantages of being a farmer! You can tap a kidney anytime or anywhere you want!"
"Yeah and I get to watch!"
"Next time I'll let you hold it for me!"
"Hold what?" Tony said as he entered the den.
Michael's face turned red and I started to choke on my Pepsi. "Umm, hold a kitten out on the farm."
"Oh…OK. Let's eat, guys."
"Mmmm…that looks great!"
"Dad, is it Ok if I go out to the farm tomorrow?"
"Sure, as long as it's Ok with John's Grandfather."
"Is it Ok if I stay overnight?"
"Sure…no problem! What are you guys going to do out there?"
"We're going to do some star gazing and then maybe sleep in our tree house." When Michael said that I almost choked again on my Pepsi because I could see a little smirk on Tony's face. Tony didn't look up and I looked over at Michael and gave him a little kick under the table.
Michael looked puzzled at me, trying to figure out why I was trying to get his attention. He then looked over at Tony who was still looking down at his food, smirking. "WHAT!"
I immediately looked away, trying not to go into fits of laughter.
Tony cleared his throat. "Ehem! Michael, I want you to be careful when you are out in the woods, I wouldn't want you accidentally come upon and surprise wild Devon!" Well, that's all it took, because I thought I was going to split a gut and crack my head as I fell out of my chair.
Whining, Michael said. "You were listening to our conversation!"
"I'm sorry, son, I won't do that again! That wasn't a very nice thing to do, but you two are so loud! I could hear everything you were saying while I was getting the food together! I shouldn't have teased you!"
"It's Ok, Dad, no harm was done! However, John might bust a gut if he doesn't stop laughing so hard!"
"I have to remember that my little boy's growing up and you need some privacy!"
Then Tony looked down at me and said. "Get off of the floor, John, and eat. Michael and I both know how grumpy you Devons get when you aren't fed!"
I quickly got off of the floor and dove into my sandwich.
The next morning Tony drove us out to the farm. "Come on, Dad, I'll show around!" Michael said with excitement in his voice.
I went up to see Grandma and Grandpa. I turned to see Michael and Tony heading for the barn. I wish my mom and dad knew about my sexuality! I walked into the house. "Hi, Grandma!"
"Hi, Johnny! How's my grandson?"
"I'm great!" giving her a hug.
"Where's Miky?"
"He's showing his dad around the farm. Where's Grandpa?"
"I think he's out cultivating. Can you boys go to the chicken coop and get me some fresh eggs? I want to bake you boys a cake."
"Mmm, that sounds great! Are we going to have ice cream too?"
"You bet we are!"
"Ok, Gram!"
I ran out of the house to find Tony and Michael. Michael was sitting on the fence, petting a mare named Goldie. Goldie was an old quarter horse that was very gentle and easy to ride. She'd do anything for a sugar cube and she loved to be brushed. Michael and I loved riding her around the farm bareback. That was when Michael and I got to hang on to each other. I used to get her running while Michael hung on for dear life. I walked up to the two guys. "I see Michael just introduced you to Goldie."
"Nice horse!" Tony said as he offered her some grass. Goldie took his offering as he petted her forehead.
"Grandma wants us to get some fresh eggs."
"Cool! Come on, Dad!" Michael jumped off of the fence and ran up to the chicken coop.
I think Tony had more fun than we did getting the eggs. He was a little nervous at first because sometimes you had to reach under the hen to get the eggs and I think he was afraid he'd get pecked. After checking all of the nests we brought the eggs to Gram. "Thanks, boys! Hi, Tony! How are you?"
Tony
"I'm great! I can see why Michael loves to come out here!"
"We love having Michael here! He's such a fine young man! Plus, him and John get along famously!"
"Dad…we're going to go back outside."
"Ok, son!" as he watched them run out the door.
Then went on to say, "He just loves it out here! I want to thank you for being there for Michael after his mother's death. He took it pretty hard!"
"Tony, it was no problem at all! He's a sweet boy! He seems to be getting back to his old self."
"Yes, I was really worried about him! But thanks to all of you and especially John, he's recovering."
"Well, Michael has a wonderful father too! Give yourself some credit!"
"John has been a lifesaver! John is so attentive to my boy. I thank God every day for John! I know Mary loved him too!" Tony got a little choked up.
"Johnny is a good boy and I'm glad that he was able to help Michael out. Sit down and have some coffee!"
John
"Come on, Michael, let's go for a ride on Goldie!" We put the bridle on her and climbed on. Michael climbed on behind me and I grabbed the reins and said,."Gid-ee-up!" Michael put his arms around my belly and hung on. I could see Grandpa off in the distance. He waved at us and we both waved back. Michael ran his hands up and down my belly and chest. He'd sometimes rest his head on my back as we rode. The closeness excited me. We rode for a couple of hours until Grandpa caught up to us on the motorcycle. Yes, you heard me, a motorcycle. He liked to ride bikes too!
"Boys! Dinner's ready! Don't keep Grandma waiting!"
"Ok, Gramps!" We rode Goldie back to the barn and gave her some oats and water. We raced up to the house but not before I could give Michael a light kick to his butt. We did that a lot to each other. Grandpa was a boxer as a young man and used to take pleasure in giving us some tips while watching us spar against each other. Michael and I were getting pretty good at Tae Kwon Do. Master Kim was very strict but was very patient with us…teaching us everything he knew about the martial art.
As usual Grandma created a feast of fresh vegetables and fried chicken. Being teenagers and growing, we had ravenous appetites. I could tell that Grandma took pride in knowing that we appreciated her fine cooking. "Oh God, I ate too much!" holding my belly.
We helped Grandma clean the kitchen and went back outside to play. "Let's go check on the tree house and get things ready for tonight," Michael said.
I looked over at Michael who had a big smile on his face. I winked at him. "Satan, COME!"
As we trekked through the thickly wooded trail Michael and I would steal secret glances at each other. It's only been a day since I first kissed him. My excitement grew in anticipation of being with alone with him and I had to frequently adjust my package to relieve the pressure that was building in my crotch. Michael had an urgency about him, his pace through the woods was not his usual slow pace. He was a man on a mission! Even Satan was lagging behind us. I too was trying to keep up and I was working up a sweat. Finally we came to a clearing where our tree house was nestled in the limbs of a huge oak tree. The tree was located on a hill and when you climbed up in it, you could see for miles.
It wasn't until then that Michael stopped and looked at me very seriously. I stopped walking and studied him at a distance. I wasn't sure what he was thinking. Did I do something wrong? Did I say something to piss him off? How could I have pissed him off, we didn't even speak on the way here to our special place. So I just stood there with this questioning look on my face. After we just stood there looking at each other Michael finally broke the silence and said, "Satan! Go home!" I could tell that Satan picked up on the seriousness in his voice and exited the area. I was beginning to get nervous.
Michael didn't take his eyes off of me and said in a firm but calm and gentle tone of voice,. "John, come here." I did as he said and grabbed his outreached hand. He immediately pulled me tightly into a warm embrace and gave me a very passionate kiss. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment as he proceeded to explore my mouth with his tongue. I could taste the chocolate chip cookie that he had grabbed from Grandma's kitchen just before we left to come out. I tried to focus on him by intently listening for clues as to whether or not he was enjoying being this close. He was breathing heavily and would sometimes let out some little whimpers. I felt him run his arms over my back and butt. Sometime he'd grab my butt and push his fingers in between my cheeks through my loose fitting Levi's. After what seemed forever, Michael broke our kiss and looked into my eyes. He was so serious looking. It made me a little uneasy.
"Michael, you look so serious?" shrugging my shoulders. I was wondering if I did something wrong.
"John, you damn right I'm serious. When it comes to you, my love, I am dead serious! You are the most important person in my life. I have waited for this moment for years and I don't want to fuck things up between us! Everything I do or say could impact our relationship!"
"Oh, Michael, you are so sweet, but I'm not sure that I can deal with you being so serious all of the time! I love you, Michael. I love everything about you! You know what I love the most about you?"
"No what?"
"Your mind! The way you think. The way you perceive things!"
He smiled but then had a sort of concerned look on his face and said, "Do I turn you on?"
He looked even more concerned when I broke his embrace. "Michael, look down here," as I pointed to my groin. The head of my penis was well above my Levi's and I had a very large wet spot on my white sweatshirt.
Looking up at him, I said, "Does that answer your question?"
He looked up at me and smiled but it quickly faded when I grabbed his hand and placed it on my crotch. "Feel that? That is all yours, babe! My body aches for you!"
Michael squeezed me and I closed my eyes as he began to explore uncharted waters. "Come on. Let's go up into the tree house!"
As I followed him up I couldn't help but pinch his bottom. It was so cute!
After making my way up to the platform, Michael shoved me onto my back. "I can't stand it anymore! I have to have you!" He got on top of me and started French kissing me. We rubbed our bodies together. His aggressiveness surprised me and I found it exciting!
The sun was starting to set but we didn't care. We were too engrossed in our making out with each other. "Ehem! Boys! Grandma wants you to come in for supper!" We both jerked apart. Michael hit his head on a low tree limb. "Ouch!" Grandpa turned around and walked back to the house without waiting for us.
"Christ, Michael, he saw us!"
"Shit, shitshitshitshit SHIT!" Michael said as he embraced me. "I've ruined everything! Now he's never going to let me come out here! I've fucked everything up!"
"Michael, calm down! Maybe he thought we were just wrestling? He didn't seem at all fazed by what we were doing! He just turned around as if he didn't see us making out!"
"We better get back to the house!" When we got back into the house, Grandpa was reading the paper and Grandma had dinner sitting out on the table. Grandma said, "There you boys are! Sit down so we can eat. Come, sit down, Grandpa!"
Gramps entered the kitchen and said, "It's about time you boys got back here. I'm hungry!" Well, so far, so good! I thought to myself and started digging into my food.
After supper we picked up our dishes and went into the den where they were watching television. As usual they were watching our favorite weekly western, "Gun Smoke". We sat down on the floor and tried to get into the show but I couldn't. All I could think about was what must be going through Grandpa's mind and how disappointed he must feel. No one said anything. When the show was over. Grandpa got up and pulled a can of Billy beer out of the refrigerator. I don't know if any of you recall President Carter's brother, Billy? Well, anyway, there was a beer named after him, called Billy Beer and, being the jokester that Grandfather was, he used to drink it just to strike up a conversation. Grandpa liked his Billy beer on hot summer days and would give me sips of it.
"Come on, boys! I want to talk to ya!" Michael had this worried look on his face as we jumped up to join him.
He sat down on the porch. "Have a seat, boys." He took a sip of his beer. He handed it off to me and I in turn handed it off to Michael. Michael handed it back to Grandpa. Then he pulled out a pack of Camels and lit up.
After taking a deep puff he said, "Boys, I want you to know that you don't have to worry about what I saw today. I've known some good men just like you. Good men who worked hard and who fought for their country to keep us all free. I want you to know that I think you are both fine young men who can make your own choices. I also want you to know that I love you both. Who you choose to sleep with is no one’s business but your own. In my heart I know without a doubt that you two are good for each other." He took another puff of his cigarette and slowly exhaled.
"You boys are sincere, good, hard working young men and I know that you're going to be fine citizens."
"Thanks, Grandpa!" I reached over and gave him a big hug. Michael and I started to cry.
"There…there! Don't cry, boys! It's OK! Everything will be just fine! All I ask is that you respect one another and don't take each other for granted."
"We won't, Grandpa!"
"I won't either. Grandpa!" Michael said as he wiped the tears from his cheeks.
Grandpa reached out so that Michael could join in on the group hug. "Now, I want you boys to hit the sack. We have to get up early. The cows have to be fed and then we need to go help our neighbors bale some hay."
"Ok Grandpa! If it's Ok with you, we would like to sleep in our tree house?"
"Ok, boys! Just don't stay up too late!"
"Yes, Grandpa!"
We got our sleeping bags and lantern and ran to our tree house. As usual Satan was down below curled up next to the trunk. "Michael, I am so happy that Grandpa knows about us and that he approves!"
Michael said, "Come here!" So I moved over next to him and he gave me a passionate kiss. Michael started to tug at my sweat shirt and helped me slip it off. He ran his hands over my bare skin. I felt my love muscle begin to swell as I pulled his sweatshirt over his head. Neither of us had showered and I could smell Michael's boy scent. It was intoxicating! Before I knew it, Michael had my Levi's unbuttoned and unzipped.
"Lift your bottom up, John!" He was back into his aggressive mode and I did as he instructed. He slid my Levi's down my legs and over my feet. My cock slapped my belly and now I could smell my own scent.
I was embarrassed and tried to cover myself up. "Michael, I should have showered. I stink!"
He pulled me closer and said, "I like the way you smell!"
"Ok, but if I'm going to be naked…so are you!" I reached over and undid his pants and slipped them off.
"John, you don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment! This is the very place that I've always fantasized doing this with you. God, you're beautiful!"
"Oh, Michael, you have no idea how beautiful I think you are!" Michael and I just sat there looking at each other as we ran our fingers over each other. Michael reached down and gently squeezed my swollen member. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes and moaned. Michael leaned forward and kissed my neck. I opened my eyes only to be greeted by the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. The only difference this time was the total seriousness in his eyes. I could see the desire, the passion, and what was so awesome about that was that the passion in his eyes was focused on me! We continued to gaze into each other's eyes as we continued to explore each other's body. After a while Michael pushed me onto my back and straddled my groin. Then laid on top of me and ground his body into mine. We started to rub against each other in a carnal sort of way, but it felt right. There were no second thoughts…no regrets. Loving Michael this way just seemed to be the natural thing to do! Having sex with Michael was like celebrating our love for each other. Tonight it would be the forest that would be watching us and did WE put on a SHOW!
I didn't take my eyes off of Michael's sweat covered face. Our perspiration that covered us made our bodies glisten in the moonlight. Not only that…our perspiration acted like a lubricant as we slid and bucked against each other.
"JOHN! OH GOD, JOHN!" Michael's entire body tensed up. He closed his eyes and I could feel his penis start to squirt his semen all over my belly. That was all it took to set me off and my orgasm hit me like an explosion as jets of cum escape me.
"OH GOD! I LOVE YOU, MICHAEL!" When our orgasms subsided, we laid there limp in our exhaustion and sense of euphoria. It was 10 or 15 minutes before either of us spoke. We just laid there, holding each other.
"Michael?"
In a muffled sort of sleepy tone of voice, "Yeah?"
"That was the most intense thing to ever happen to me."
"John, it was simply awesome! I'm getting cold!"
"Here, let's pull the sleeping bag over us," Michael said as he cuddled up next to me. He held me and wouldn't let go.
I must have died because the next thing I heard was Grandpa standing below our tree house. "Are you boys ready to go?"
It must have been sort of shocking for him because I sleepily peered over the side, trying to focus, and then to have Michael do the same thing right next to me. "Ok, Grandpa," we both said at the same time.
"You two hurry up. Before you come in the house I want you both to take a dip in the horse tank and get cleaned up! I can smell you both way down here! Then high tail it to the house "
"Ok, Grandpa!" as we both started to snicker.
We waited for Grandpa to walk away before we tossed the sleeping bag off of our naked bodies. I looked at Michael's body and I could see the semen dried on his midsection. I looked down at myself and noticed that I had the same problem. We started to giggle and I said, "This is going to be hard to remove! Come on, let's go wash this stuff off!"
We ran to the horse's tank, which was approximately 6 feet in diameter and 3 feet deep. I used to swim in it when I was a young boy. I never thought I'd be using it to get dried love juice off of me. Off in the distance I could hear Grandpa yelling, "Boys…hurry up. Breakfast is getting cold!"
"Ok, Grandpa!"
Michael stood up out of the water and I couldn't help but be in awe of his beauty. "Did I get all of it off?"
"Let me see." I moved to take a closer inspection of his body.
"Oops, you missed a spot," as I licked his belly.
"Stop that! You're tickling me!" He dove for me and submerged me under the water. I poked my head out of the water, coughing and sputtering.
"I'm going to get you for that, you little slime devil!"
Off in the distance we heard, "Boys!"
We jumped out of the tank, "Coming! He doesn't sound very happy. We better get a move on!" We threw on our clothes and raced to the house.
"Good morning, boys! Sit down and eat! Grandpa wants to get going!"
"Sorry! We'll hurry up!"
We fed the horses and cows. "Come on, boys, I want you both to take a quick shower and get some clean clothes on!"
"Ok, Grandpa!" We did as he said and met down by the truck.
"Let's go, boys! Michael, you're going to drive us to town!" Michael looked surprised and a little apprehensive but we knew not to argue with him. Like a German, once he made up his mind to do something, there was no way to talk him out of it.
"I thought we were going to bale some hay at the neighbors?"
"Change of plans!" Grandpa said.
I sat in the middle and watched Michael climb into the driver's side. "Let's go!" Grandpa said with authority.
We took the back roads to town. Grandpa cranked up the radio and started singing at the top of his lungs. I looked at Michael with admiration and I could tell that Grandpa's singing was putting him at ease. Heck, if Grandpa's not worried…well, neither am I. So I just sat there between two of the best guys in the world! Life was good!
Michael safely drove us into town. "Park over here. Good job, boy!"
"Thanks, Grandpa!" Oh, in case you're wondering, we both called him Grandpa. He didn't seem to mind.
Grandpa led us into the Yamaha dealership and said, "Michael, you've worked hard for me for the past three years and I want to thank you for that. I've never paid you and to show you my appreciation and for being such a good friend of John, I want to buy you a trail bike of your own. Just promise me that you won't get hurt on the damn thing!"
"Wow! Cool!" Michael said with a look of disbelief.
Grandpa walked over to a bike that had a sold sign on it. "Wow! I can't accept this!"
"Sure you can! I insist!" Michael looked at him to see if he was serious.
Knowing not to argue with him, he said, "Thanks, Grandpa! You're the best Grandpa anyone could ever ask for!" Michael gave him a big hug.
"You're welcome, Michael. Now, let’s get this thing in the back of the truck!" Grandpa shook the salesman's hand and we drove home.
When we got back to the farm we fired up the new bike and took it out for a spin. We drove it to Jean's farm. "Hi there, boys! I see someone has a new bike!"
"It's Michael's!" I said, smiling at her.
Then I said, "Care to go for a spin?"
"Yeah! Let me get my bike." We rode for hours until we came to a small stream.
Michael was grinning ear to ear, flashing his pearly whites at us. "This bike is soo cool!"
"Yeah and you look good on it too!" I said.
Jean smiled at me with a knowing look on her face. "What?"
"I know that look! Aha…yep! I couldn't quite figure it out earlier. You two are in-love!"
"What! I don’t know what you're talking about!"
"Oh, it's as plain as the nose on your faces! It's about time you both came to terms with the love that you feel for each other."
I just shook my head. "Are we that obvious!"
"To me you are! But that's just because I've known you both for so long. So…when did you two finally figure it out?"
"Yesterday."
"I knew it!"
"How did you know?"
"Hmm, let's see. Maybe it was the goofy smiles on both of your faces. Or maybe it was the fact that you keep goo goo eyeing each other. Or maybe, it's the big hicky on the side of your neck." I quickly looked over at Michael as I reached up to touch my neck.
"You gave me a hickey?"
Michael started laughing uncontrollably. "I'm sorry! Don't be mad!"
"How am I going to explain this to Mom and Dad!" I started to panic and Michael quit laughing because it hadn't occurred to him that Mom and Dad would want to know who gave me this hickey.
We stood there trying to come up with an excuse. "I KNOW, just tell her that I gave it to you!"
I looked at Jean. "That's perfect! Oh thanks, Jean!"
I looked over at Michael who started to back off. I pointed at him. "YOU! You are going to pay for this."
"Boys, boys! Don't fight!"
"John, I'm sorry. I lost my head last night. I won't do it again!"
"Oooh! Last night!" Jean said, sort of taunting us.
"What happened last night?" Jean asked.
"None of your business!"
"Haha! I wish I could have been there. I've never seen two boys going at it!"
"Come on! You're embarrassing me!"
"Let me see you kiss Michael!"
"No!"
"Pretty please!"
"No!"
"Come on! Are you ashamed of it?"
That hit a chord in my heart and I had to think about that. Michael stood upright and stared at me, waiting for my reply. "NO, I’M NOT ASHAMED OF IT!"
"So kiss him!" Jean said.
"Well, Ok." I walked up to Michael…wrapped my arms around his waist…stood up on my tippy toes and gave him a long passionate kiss. I broke the kiss and sighed as I looked into his eyes.
"Whoohoo! You two are a hot looking couple! It turns me on just looking at you two."
I smiled at Michael and said, "Really? Well then, watch this!"
This time I gave Michael another long passionate kiss only this time I grabbed his butt. Michael started to moan. After what seemed like about 10 minutes, I released Michael who was looking quite hot and bothered. I turned to see the expression on Jean's face. She looked sort of dreamy eyed with her hands between her legs. "How was that?" I said, smiling.
"John, you are the biggest tease I've ever met! You should be ashamed of yourself!"
"Yeah, well, you dared me!"
"I know I did, but look at that poor boy over there! He looks so frustrated!" Michael started to laugh as he tried to cover himself up by un-tucking his shirt so it would cover up his big erection.
Michael said, "Jean, you are a very naughty girl!"
"Hey, I didn't make you guys do anything. Besides, I think it's cute! Hey, since I don’t have any girl friends that I care to hang out with, maybe we could all three sit around and talk about boys?"
I knew Jean was teasing me but somehow it didn't sit right with me. That's not something that guys do! Guys don't sit around and talk about how hot other guys look!
I was getting a little miffed. "Shut up, Jean!"
"Come on, John, don't be so thin skinned. I'm only teasing! Besides, if people find out about you two you are going have to put up with a lot more than what you are getting from me! Anyway, believe me when I say that I think it's cute. You make a cute couple!"
I began to think about what if other kids found out about us. I looked down and said. "This isn't going to be easy! In fact…I can't believe that I'm a queer!"
I hopped on my bike and sped off. "John, wait!"
I didn't look back and rode to a spot that I hadn't visited in years. I knew that no one would think of coming here. It was down in a wooded ravine that was difficult to get to. I took off my helmet and pounded the dirt with my fists. "Grrrr! Why did this have to happen to me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
I sat there for hours, throwing pebbles into the stream. "John! John!" I could hear Grandpa yelling. Satan must have caught my trail because he showed up first and started licking my face.
"John, what are you doing? Jean, Michael, and Grandma are worried sick about you."
I started to cry. "What's the matter, boy?"
"I hate being gay! I'm ashamed of it!"
"Stop crying, John. God made you that way and to hate yourself is to hate God!"
"But, Grandpa, I'm a weirdo…I'm queer!"
"Shush, boy! I don't want to hear that kind of talk! Listen! Growing up I had a best friend who was gay. For years we were close. We were together almost everyday. One day out of the blue he told me that he thought he was queer. When he told me I acted stupidly and told him that he was perverted and to stay away from me! I acted cowardly! I wasn't afraid of him! I was afraid of what people might think if I hung around him. A few years later, he killed himself. I never forgave myself for the way I …" He stopped talking and I could see that he was choked up.
I moved closer to Grandpa and put my arm around him, trying to comfort him. "We better get back home, John. It's getting dark and they must be worried sick."
"Ok, Grandpa!"
As we drove into the driveway Grandma and Michael ran out of the house to greet us. Grandma yelled. "John! Are you Ok? Michael just stood behind her, looking down at the ground.
"I'm fine, Grandma! I just had to think about some things! I'm sorry if I worried you guys!"
I walked over to Michael and gave him a hug. "I'm sorry for acting like such an idiot!" Then I kissed him on the cheek.
I turned around and looked at Grandma who had a sort of surprised look on her face. "Grandma, I think you should know something. I love Michael. I always have and I always will!" I looked back at Michael who had tears in his eyes.
I went over and hugged Grandpa and whispered in his ear, "Thanks, Grandpa!"
I woke up with a startle because I knew what I had to do. I had to go home! Lying next to me was Paula who was sleeping soundly. I quietly got out of the bed, trying not to wake her and Andrea up. I wonder what time she got home last night? Oh, god, I wonder if she caught up with Michael? I have to escape from here! I feel like I’m suffocating! I jumped in the shower. I quickly dried off and threw on some clothes. The clock said it was 5 am and the girls were still sound asleep. I decided to write Paula a short note.
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Dear Paula,
Please don't get mad, but I have to be alone for a while! I feel like I'm losing control and I have to try to get my shit together! You and the kids have fun! I'll call you in a couple of days. I'll meet you back in Iowa!
Love,
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John
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