New Life

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Autumn and winter came and went. The microclimate we were enjoying on the mountain was extraordinary. The temperatures were always pleasant and strangely enough, the water of the pond stayed the same all year long. Thanks to that climate, Jonay garden grew incredibly well. The variety of plants was numerous. The sketches Jonay had made were exact replicas of what came out of the ground. Walking in his garden was pure pleasure and the explanations Jonay gave were precise, scientific but always understandable. He had the gift of saying in a normal language what most scientists explained in their terminology that was Chinese!

Paul spent probably the same amount of time in the garden as Jonay, but dedicated a lot of hours in recognizing the odors and associating them to the plants. Paul had also learned to extract the essence of the plants and he had numerous shelves in his bedroom with little flasks containing those essences. He studied biology thanks to Internet. He had the ability to find the good sites that gave him the information he was looking for. To access university he would have to graduate college, but as he had missed school so much to his illnesses, it was difficult for him to concentrate on fields that didn't interest him really. But he was a very applied student. He had to pass the necessary exams through state exams. He didn't really surprise us when he got the results and was qualified as best of the session. Paul, being who he was, asked for a microscope for his graduation present. My God ... he could have asked for a car and would have received it! Paul was not interested in cars. He said they left a bad smell!

Paul POV

I couldn't be happier with Blake and Jonay. Of course, I missed my father and more than one night I was crying feeling lonely since he had gone. But I couldn't complain. Blake and Jonay were wonderful to me and understood when I was feeling sad or lonely. They were not offended when I said I was lonely. Roberto and Maria were wonderful as well and it was thanks to Roberto that I could graduate. I considered him as my "abuelo" (=Spanish word for grandfather). Maria taught me a lot of things in the kitchen and thanks to Jonay's knowledge of plants, I learned to prepare dishes, which were healthy. What amazed me was that the others didn't smell the things like I did. They all said I had a gift, but I didn't believe that. I just could distinguish smells and odors and I remembered where they were coming from.

The arrival of Justin was a real revelation to me. First I didn't like him because I thought he was going to take Jonay away from us. When Blake explained to me it was not the case, I looked at him with other eyes. When he did that trick with the eagles, I started to see him as someone special. OK, he was almost ten year my elder, but I didn't see that difference. I saw Justin as a friend and after we made love the first time, I couldn't see him in any other way than my boyfriend. I knew there had been something going on between Justin and Jonay and that Jonay was mad at him. But Jonay was a good person and the anger disappeared. Short after his arrival Blake took him for a walk and they ended up sitting next to the pond. They had been sitting there for hours without moving. Jonay told me not to disturb them because they were connected in a very special way. When I saw the eagles circling above their heads I realized something very special was going on and I stayed close to Jonay. He tried to explain to me what was going on, but I had to admit I didn't understand everything. I just knew it was important.

When Justin collapsed, I got really scared. All the people I had really loved had left me. I didn't want Justin to leave me. But Blake did what he had to do to bring Justin back to us. After that we all went to bed although it was only noon. Justin looked exhausted. I wasn't sleepy at all, but horny! Justin was such a great lover and knew how to make me feel really well. I let Justin rest for a moment, because the experience he had with Blake seemed to have worn him out. But Justin always recuperated well. He turned to me and looked at me with so much love that the tears almost reached my eyes. We made love and heard Jonay and Blake go at it as well. Gosh ... they were noisy when making love, but it excited me and their shouts and screams sent me over the edge more than once. We seemed to be synchronized as to when we made love.

When we were not making love, I dedicated most of my time to what I considered my hobby: fragrances. Jonay was of great help with his knowledge about the plants and the flowers. Justin as well as his career as a zoologist included quite a lot of chemistry as well. He taught me how to use the microscope and being able to interpret what my eyes could see. I soon enough was familiarized with the mighty instrument and although it was a powerful tool, I realized I would need a bigger and more powerful one. I had not enough money to buy one and asked Abuelo and Abuela if I could work more in the restaurant to earn some. I explained why I wanted the money and they offered me to pay for the new microscope, but I refused. I wanted to be able to sustain myself and pay for the things I needed. They accepted my point of view and the salary they offered me was higher of what I expected, but then again I knew they wanted me to have what they considered necessary to develop my skills.

In the kitchen I was most of the time overwhelmed with smells and odors. A few dishes were really getting all my attention when mixing the ingredients, but others seemed to miss something. With Abuela's help I learned what could be add to a plate and what couldn't because if I was getting better each day with the smells, she taught me which ingredients could be mixed and not. The flavor was her specialty.

I asked Blake if I could join him to the fresh market as there again the smells were as varied as numerous. At one point the amount of fragrances get to important and I had to write down what I knew. For my birthday, Blake, Jonay, Justin and the rest of the family had put their money together to get me a laptop. Every time I got the chance, I typed down all my information. Of course, I found a lot on the Internet, but it was not sufficient for me. Blake suggested subscribing to various websites. My e-mail inbox was soon flooded with information and I needed each time more and more space on my hard drive to have a proper classification of my data. For all my internet connections and e-mail I had chosen a nickname as I didn't want to give out my full name: "The Nose" referring to what Justin had said one day.

Being part of various chat rooms concerning fragrances, I started to receive e-mails with questions. People started to consider my knowledge as a reference. It gave my ego a serious boost. When I was not in the garden or the fresh market, I was sitting at my computer doing research of typing in some new data. Many nights I was glued to the computer and chatting away about what I knew.

It all came as a surprise when I received an e-mail from a Mr. Breckham. I didn't know the name and even when I did some research on the Internet, all I could find was that he was the chief of a laboratory for a famous brand of perfumes. His e-mail was most interesting as he gave me a lot of useful info and soon we were almost on a daily e-mail basis. The surprise came when he asked to meet me, asking if I was interested in a job in his laboratory! I called Blake to show him the e-mail.

• Have you ever given your name and/or age when you were talking with this gentleman? He asked.

• No, I said, I always chat with my nickname and personal information has never been shared by anyone. We talk about our interests, not our personal life.

• I guess it is time then to inform Mr. Breckham of whom you are and most of all your age. He has the right to know. He also has to know your background of studies. He is offering you a job after all.

I talked it over with Justin as well. He was a bit grumpy for the last weeks and was less at my side. When I mentioned that to him he admitted he felt a little abandoned. He said I was more interested in the chat rooms than making love with him.

It made me think.

Analyzing the situation I had to admit he was right. I was constantly absorbed by my research and exchanging ideas and information with the people on the Internet. Although Justin was a constant support to what I did, I had not realized I was neglecting him. I decided to put up a schedule for what I considered my "job" and make some time for my "private" life. It was a fact that between my research and the work at the restaurant, there was very little time left for my love life. Yes, we slept together every night, but it was not uncommon that when I stopped chatting on the computer, Justin was already fast asleep in bed. I snuggled up to him, but was soon asleep myself. I didn't want to lose him and tried to be as sensible as possible make a balance between work and leisure.

That same night, I answered Mr. Breckham's e-mail giving him the information Blake had told me to reveal. Than, instead of switching to the chat room, I turned off the computer and went to look for Justin. He was not in the living room and Jonay said that he had gone for a walk. I went out and saw his silhouette near the pond. As I got closer I saw that he was actually masturbating. Had I really neglected him that much that he needed masturbating? I probably had. As I stood directly behind him, and he had probably not heard me coming, I scared him to death when touching his shoulder. He had that look on his face like a kid that was caught with its hand in the cookie-jar. He turned around and was about to say something when I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. He returned the kiss, a bit hesitantly at first, but soon with the same fever. I guessed I had arrived before he shot his load. His cock was pressing against my crotch as his shorts were around his ankles. He stepped out of them and pulled my own shorts off of me. Being near to the pond, it was natural for us to slip into the water. The water had a particular smell that night, but I didn't mention it because I knew that if I started to talk about it, I would not give Justin the attention he needed.

Once more, we made love in the water. It was beautiful and caring love we were sharing. The skin-to- skin contact was sensuous and woke our hormones. We both had almost painful boners, but the gentle friction of our lower bodies increased our urge to satisfy more basic instincts. Justin was lying on his back and I was on top of him between his spread legs. My cock found its way between his buttocks and I was soon pushing my hips forward. The water of the pond was acting as a natural lubrication and with one slightly stronger thrust, my cock-head passed his sphincter muscle. Justin was tight and gasped at my invasion of his private entrance. He threw his head back and I felt how he relaxed despite the sudden penetration. I leaned down and kissed him gently, brushing my lips on his and moistening them with my tongue. Justin wrapped his arms around my neck and held me close to him. I increased the speed of my pumping slightly because I knew I would lose it if I went too fast, but Justin worked his ass-muscles in such a way that, even if I had not moved, he would have milked my juice out of my balls. I synchronized my in-and-out movements to the contractions in his ass and felt the familiar tingling in my lower body. Justin must have felt my cock swelling even more and let his orgasm overwhelm him. He started to spurt his semen and I felt it. That sent me over the edge and I filled his insides.

We stayed like that for a few minutes. My cock never deflated rapidly after an orgasm and it seemed Justin was loving that. But nature always follows its course and my cock left his ass far too soon. I was just lying there in his arms and the water was gently washing over us. I noticed once again the special odor of the water of the pond, but for the first time I couldn't identify it. I was immediately worried that maybe I was loosing my ability to recognize fragrances. But it was not the right time to speaking out loud my insecurity about what I was experiencing. I had decided to give all my attention to Justin and I tried to put the smell of the water aside.

We got out and went up to the cabin and to our room. I had to talk with Justin, because finding him masturbating was a bit weird for me.

• Justin, do you think I am neglecting you? I asked.

• What makes you ask that Paul?

• Well, when I was approaching the pond, you were clearly masturbating, weren't you?

• Yes, I was. I felt horny and I didn't want to disturb you while you were busy. You have a passion and you are studying more than most students in universities. You have, on top of that, a determination to learn whatever it is that wakes your interest and you are putting a gift to good use. My hormones should not stand in your way.

• That's very kind of you to say Justin, Paul answered, but you did not answer my question: do you feel I am neglecting you?

• No, I don't think so. It is a fact that you spend a lot of time at the computer and in your books, but that doesn't mean you are neglecting me. I won't make a secret out of it that I would like us to make love more often. I do admit I would like us to do more things together. But I also realize that what you are doing is really important to you and that it takes about the same amount of time as if you were going to a normal school or college. I will have to decide in a short while what I am going to do with my life. Will I stay here on the island or will I go back to the mainland and pursue a career as a zoologist? What are we going to do with our relationship? Do we go for the long run or do you want to live your youth first? You see Paul, there are a million questions that need an answer and most of them have to be answered by both of us: neither you alone nor me alone.

He was throwing quite a lot at me. The most important question in what he had mentioned was of course what would happen to our relationship. I couldn't bring myself to say I loved him. I was very fond of Justin and I very much liked him. Making love with him was fantastic and if we ever grew apart, I would surely miss it a lot. His sex-drive was higher than mine although I was much younger than him and I wanted to give it to him. With his questions he made clear he was not decided yet about us and I even thought that may be he didn't love me the way Blake and Jonay loved each other. So I asked him.

• Do you love me Justin?

He didn't answer immediately and that was the first sign he was probably like me: we were fond of each other but we couldn't say we loved each other. When he spoke, I listened very carefully.

• I love you very much, he said, but let's put it this way: it is not the same as between Blake and Jonay. I love you as a brother. I love you as a friend. I love you enough to make love to you. If you were not around anymore, I would miss you like hell. You are part of my life and I don't wish it any other way. You know Paul, the last thing in the world I would do to you is hurt you. I would give my life to see you happy. But I am also aware that there is much more in the world than our relationship and that you will want to explore most of it.

His answer made me happy because we were thinking the same although I had not said anything about it yet. I was relieved that we were thinking likewise and that none of us would feel hurt. I was so happy that our friendship would become more important than the physical part of what we were living. So, I told him what was on my mind. Justin smiled and said:

• We have a very strong connection Paul. We can communicate like quite few people do. Our friendship will last forever. I can see it happen that we will, in our lives, be apart for long periods of time, meet again and talk as if we had seen us the day before. Unfortunately, I don't have Blake's gift to communicate without a phone or an Internet connection, but I know that whenever and wherever we will be, we will be there for each other. I love you more than I can say, but as a brother and a friend.

I fell in his arms and we kissed. We were taking a new step in our relationship and we were both happy about this new beginning. I wanted to jump out of bed and tell Blake and Jonay but it was already late and they were probably asleep. That's why we were both really surprised to hear a soft knock on the door. Justin said: "come in" and Blake came in.

• I had a feeling something was going on, he said, and it is something important.

I was flabbergasted. I knew Blake had some strong powers, but this was surpassing all expectations. We related our conversation to Blake. He looked really concerned. The only thing he wanted to know was if I was all right. He asked me over and over again if I felt ok with the situation and even though I repeated over and over again that I was the one who started the conversation and that it was Justin who expressed what I felt, Blake didn't look convinced. He felt there was something more as he had the sensation I was deeply disturbed about something. I assured him everything was all right and that he could go back to bed without worrying.

• Tomorrow, after breakfast, we will sit by the pond, just you and me, Blake said.

It was only after I agreed that he got up and went back to bed. The concerned look he had affected Justin and me as well.

• It will be good you join him tomorrow. When Blake has such a premonition, you better listen to him. He will know what is going on and he will probably even know what to do about it. Now, my friend, let's get some sleep. You will need all of your energy after breakfast.

I snuggled up to Justin and lay in his arms with my head on his chest. I felt safe and secure and knew I could look to the future with confidence. I was soon asleep.

When I woke up, I was alone in bed. I just wondered how Justin had done it to get out of bed without waking me. Normally seen, the slightest movement woke me, even if it was for a split second. Nonetheless, I got up and went to the bathroom to take care of my morning routine. I wrapped the towel around my waist and when I opened the door of the bedroom I was greeted by the smell of fresh brewed coffee and home made breakfast. Justin was at the stove with Jonay helping him. The omelet they were preparing smelled divine. I saw Jonay add some herbs to it and I just knew they were taking care of my physical energy, knowing I would need it in a short while.

We all sat at the table and enjoyed the breakfast prepared with so much love. The sun was shinning in the blue sky and when Blake and I got out, we saw the eagles flying in circles above the pond. We sat down in front of each other just next the shallow part of the pond while Jonay and Justin cleared the table and washed the dishes. Blake looked in my eyes and asked me to put my hands in his. He told me to relax as much as possible and even taught me some ways to do so in a very effective way.

My eyes closed and the only thing I was sensing were the surrounding fragrances of flower and plants. Images of our environment associated with the smells made me feel real well. The unidentified smell from the pond was there as well and I took a mental note to investigate it a little more once we were finished. I felt Blake squeeze my hands from time to time, but nothing else. Time had stood still. I got the image of what the eagles saw from high up the sky and I could even see Blake and me sitting near the pond. I could feel, but not see, other presences and I assumed it was Jonay and Justin, but there was more. I could see a woman approaching the cabin. She was overweight and walking up the road towards the cabin. A new and unpleasant smell reached me. The eagles were screaming and that made me open my eyes. Blake was looking at me and asked what I had felt in the last two hours. I had no idea that so much time had elapsed. I felt fine till I wanted to get up. My legs seemed to not be able to carry my body. Justin was soon at my side and I remembered when he had been sitting in front of Blake and almost lost consciousness. He helped me up and Blake didn't let go of my hands, repeating his question of what I felt. I just told him I was seeing our surroundings and a bad smelling woman on the road coming to the cabin. Nothing else.

Blake let go of my hands and looked worried. Justin was still holding me steady. After a few minutes he led me to the cabin and asked me if I wanted to lay down.

• No, I don't, but you won't believe me, I said with a smile, I am hungry!

Justin took a few leftovers from the night before and warmed them up. I devoured my plate with gusto. I was my old self again. I went out again and went straight to the pond. The unidentified odor was still there, but I couldn't recognize any of the essences I had come across with. What I could identify was that the smell was similar to the bad smell that reached my nose while I was seeing the overweight woman. The more I tried to analyze the smell, the more the known elements of plants disappeared. Blake, Jonay and Justin were seated on the porch of the cabin. I had the feeling they were observing me, but knew better than interfere when I tried to identify a fragrance. I took some water of the pond in my hand and brought it up to my nose. I was surprised when I realized the smell was of bad sweat. I even tried to taste the water, but it the smell had gotten that bad that I didn't even risk to put some of the water on my tongue. Normally seen it was no problem of drinking the water of the pond as it was always crystal clear, fresh and even revitalizing. I had drunk it various times. When I mentioned it to the other three, they came to the pond, but didn't smell anything and Jonay even took some water in his hands and brought it up to his mouth and drank it. He said it was delicious as it had ever been. I was puzzled. Was my perception of smells altered? I didn't know. I went over to some really nice smelling flowers next to the pond, but their smell was the same of the water. I knew Justin had used some after-shave that morning, but it seemed to smell the same as the pond. I ran towards Jonay's garden and went from one flower to another, but all had the same bad smell. I guessed the smell had been imprisoned in my nose. It was not possible that everything had the same odor.

I mentioned what happened to me to Blake, but he just nodded. Justin and Jonay were speechless. I turned to Blake again.

• Has that something to do with why you came to our room yesterday and wanted to hold my hands this morning?

• Yes, it has, he said, there is something disturbing that will occur. I don't know exactly what it is, but I saw that your gift of smells and fragrances will be altered whenever something bad is coming your way. I just can say that your smell will come back as soon as you faced the problem and found the adequate solution. You will have to learn to live with it. It is a supplementary gift you have Paul. Your nose will warn you whenever you have to be careful or prepared to face a challenge.

I really didn't know what to say. I could understand what Blake was telling me. I just wondered if the smell of last night was to warn me about the conversation I had with Justin or if it was a warning for what could happen in the future as the smell lingered on today. It was once again something completely new to me. Justin and Jonay had both warned me about Blake's gift and I was convinced I had to take it seriously. I took it even more seriously when I saw a silhouette coming up to the cabin. It was the overweight woman I had seen when I was connected with Blake. I didn't say anything but touched Blake's arm and made him look towards the road.

Blake became livid. Even he was surprised although I knew he had seen her as well. The woman had nothing positive about her. Her looks were not pleasant. Her way of clothing was absolutely horrible and when she opened her mouth, it was all even worse.

• Where is Paul? I heard he was living with a couple of faggots! Where is he? I'll take him away from here and give him a proper home.

She was shouting and being very rude. We deducted from what she was saying that she was my mother. Whoever she was, there was not the slightest possibility for me to go with her! She went on shouting and screaming and demanding that I was brought to her. As none of us moved, she came even closer and her breath was stinking. She had clearly been drinking. Her smell was exactly that of the water of the pond and the ugly smell I had in my nose since that morning. I immediately understood the sign of the smells.

She was standing in front of us four and was still demanding to see her son Paul. I realized then and there that she didn't even recognize me. She left when I was only a child and was apparently expecting to see a child again although the years had gone by. None of us said a word. She was going really ballistic. She was over-reacting and tried various strategies from shouting to crying, from promising to menacing. It was clear that woman was lost and made no sense. I was bout to confront her, but Jonay took my hand and squeezed it firmly.

• Oh look at that... the faggot and his lover! How pathetic! You can't even find yourself a decent woman! I am far too well educated to make any remarks! But know I would gladly spit on your grave the day you die, and you can't die soon enough in my opinion!

Jonay squeezed my hand even more, urging me to keep silent. I could see that Justin was clenching his fist and about to punch her in the face. But what worried me most was Blake. He kept silent but I could see sweat pearls on his forehead. I knew he was doing tremendous efforts to keep calm. Only one push from him and the woman would be rolling downhill till she reached the main road. But Blake was too educated to do so. We were actually all too educated to even respond to that woman who pretended to be my mother. The mother who had left me behind because she couldn't face a sick child. The mother I had not heard of in so many years. The mother who had left me behind because she had other things to do than to care a sick child that would die early anyway.

It was Blake who opened his mouth first.

• Who are you? And can you prove it?

• I am Paul's mother and I don't have to prove anything to a bunch of faggots. I just want you to bring my son to me! He is mine!

Blake took his ultra-polite way of talking and went on.

• First of all Madam, you are trespassing a private property without any invitation or permission. Secondly, as long as you don't show us any identification, you could be any one. Third thing is that your son, as you claim, is not yours anymore. He has been put in our custody when his father died. You can check it with the social services and the courthouse. And last but not least, before you demand to see your son, you would have to recognize him, something I doubt you could do.

The woman, I couldn't bring it up to call her my mother, started with her insulting words again and said she had all the rights in the world to take her son wherever she wanted. I was stunned because she still had not recognized me as she was insisting that we would bring her son in front of her. This was such a shame. She was standing there, firmly on here spread legs and with an enormous stomach hanging down. Her breasts were hanging on her stomach. I couldn't believe my father had seen anything in that woman. It was getting to me and I couldn't keep silent anymore,

• Dear Madam ...

She interrupted me by saying I was too young to have a word in this matter.

• I may be too young as you say, but I am mature enough to take my own decisions. You, on the contrary, don't have the necessary maturity and education to present yourself in a house you have never been to and even present yourself. You can claim to be the mother of little Paul. Poor boy didn't understand why his mother left him when he needed her most. Fortunately for him, his father was a caring and loving man and did all he could to find a solution for his sick son... something you never did.

The woman was suddenly speechless although she asked me how I could know all this.

• I can only know this, because I lived it. You arrive here with your insulting words for people who took charge of your son without even questioning what would happen to him. So that you realize what you have been trying here: there is not the slightest chance your son is going to leave this place and follow a woman who doesn't even have respect for others.

A she was about to say something but I didn't give her a chance and went on.

• So that you know who I am, I am the son of Rusty who cared for me more than anyone in the world. He ruined himself to give me medical care. He brought me here because he had heard of the Flower- Doctor. He worked impossible hours as to be with me all the time and having the meager income to give me food and a a roof. He was the most marvelous man I have met in my life.

• You can't be Paul. He was a frail and sick child. You look healthy and well.

• Yes I am, thanks to Blake and Jonay here and later Justin. My place and my home are here and certainly not with you. I'll turn eighteen in a few month and I will then be considered an adult. Meanwhile Blake and Jonay are my tutors and they have been better parents to me than what you have ever been. Please, don't lower yourself even more with your infamous words. Turn around, leave this property and take a plane to wherever you came from. The only parent I have ever had was my father Rusty. I don't even remember who the woman was that carried me for nine month but I sincerely hope it was not you.

I looked up at the other three and made a little head-sign to tell them to leave the place and go into the cabin. We left the woman where she was standing, got into the house, and shut the door. That's when I broke down and on my knees in the middle of the living room. I started sobbing and crying and could not stop it. Jonay and Justin were immediately at my side. Blake watched through the window to see what that evil woman was doing. After a while he came over to me, kneeled in front of me and kissed my forehead.

I am so proud of you Paul. You really showed a mature and responsible reaction. You have said what you had to say without wasting unnecessary words. You have acted as an adult man!

He then took me in his arms and hugged me. The other two joined us and we were soon in a group hug. I felt safe, secure and incredibly welcome in this house. This was my home!

To be continued É if you guys let me know you love the story! All comments welcome to amahy1957@gmail.com