Outing for Brian, Chapter 21
This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it might not be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind of story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY!
Cast of characters:
Brian Weber -- That's me! Deena -- my wife (Deceased) Ronny -- my son. Gary Foosdorf -- My Sweetheart Dmitri Polczek-- Neighbor Ericka -- Dmitri's wife Alexandra -- Dmitri's daughter Muhammad Zarindast – Friend Stan -- Muhammad's Afghan hound. Mick Azerov – 26-year-old American Freedom Contender Keyvan, 25 & Sohrab, 23 -- Persian wards. Michele – Mo's wife and Keyvan & Sohrab's sister Colin -- Gary's cousin Jake -- Colin's husband Uri -- Colin's and Jake's son Ursula -- Colon's and Jake's daughter Liv (Olivia) - Uri and Ursula's Mother Chris -- Jakes Cousin Craig -- Chris's partner Seth -- Chris's brother Luke -- Seth's partner Ashtad – Mo's cousin Emily – Ronny's wife "Little" Brian – Ronny's son – MY grandson!
From chapter 20:
Ash and I shed our clothes. Everyone else was at Mo's, so we strode to the spa in our own birthday suits. I again felt that very familiar feeling – like I was in junior high school again. We showered and - I wasn't hard, but it was respectably chubbed by the time I bent over to step into the spa.
"Nice." He said.
I was still facing the other way and felt my ears get hot. "I like these tubs that don't have all the sculptured seating. They're seldom made for anyone over 5'-7" tall." I doubt he heard my relieved sigh. He sat and I reached partly over him to turn on the jets. "Nice," he uttered again as my stretched out meat hung by his shoulder. He had sat down before I could get a good look at his, and in the seated position, it was pulled way back next to his body.
"You seem to know how to put a guy off-balance!" I quipped, feeling everything above my neck heat up.
"Sorry. It's kind of a defensive mode I go into when some else is ... superior to me in `one way or the other'. I probably don't have to tell you what way I was referring to."
"How old are you, Ash, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Ah! Now you're trying to put ME off-balance! I'll be 48 in 2 months."
"NO WAY!" I exclaimed.
"Now who's patronizing?" He said.
"No really, I had you pegged more like 35. Tell me something else."
"What's that? He said, giggling again.
"Do you find yourself feeling like you're in junior high school again - - too?"
I swear the next thing he did was guffah like Goofy! He turned red and said, "DUH!"
Chapter 21
I sat down and we stared at each other for a moment to long – just like teen-agers! We both laughed.
"I - "
"When - " We said together.
We laughed, then said, together, "You first!"
After laughing again, I said, "House rules. My house. YOU go first!"
"Ha-ha! Okay, ummmm – I really DID feel about 16, after referring to your – your nice sized – well anyway, you got me on that! Sorry, it was a totally adolescent remark – coming from someone who feels totally like an adolescent." He looked about as red as a dark complexioned guy could. "Um - When Mo sent us away together – what do you think he had in mind?" He screwed up his mouth funny.
"Umm – sounds like maybe you have idea what he was thinking." And made the same face back at him and laughed again. That laugh's growing on me!
"I think – he intended – for us to – um – get to know each other." I didn't say anything more so he continued, "Growing up in a Persian family, I was pretty sheltered. Like you, I tried and dated girls – lots of them. But first, it never seemed right and secondly, I never married or even got to third base with any of them. My last was four years ago. Since then I have been, well, more than celibate! I just stopped going out."
I was listening closely, so he continued, "Mo was the one that usually hooked me up. Finally he asked me what was wrong. Of course he's older, but he's my closest cousin. We are more like brothers than cousins."
"Did you play together –as kids?" I asked
"Naw. He grew up in Persia – near Tehran. I didn't know him until he came here 10 years ago. But other than my parents, he knew no one when he arrived here. I was immediately fascinated. He seemed to be so mysterious!"
"I know – to me as well!" I said. Did you play with anyone else?"
"Of course, I had playmates. I wasn't THAT sheltered."
"I meant – played – like – experimenting - doing thing – sexual things – with your friends, growing up?"
"NEVER!" He exclaimed. "I would have died! I mean – I kind of wanted to, but - never happened."
"I did. So how did you figure out you were gay?"
"SHH!" He said, looking around, panicky. "Oh, I guess there's no one near enough to - " Then he whispered, "It was Mo that started to draw me out – got me thinking. Could I be - - that way?"
"Hard to say, isn't it?" I said, smirking.
"When I gave myself permission to think on it – deeply – I realized that – it was always the guys – in junior high – in high school - that intrigued me. I dated girls because I liked them, because they liked me and – because – I could."
"You mean because of your movie-star looks?" He blushed and let another of those slight giggles out. "Yeah, you know!" I smirked. "You could talk to girls, because they didn't intimidate you like they did other guys. I bet you had lots of gal pals!"
"Uh huh." He said, but now seemingly in a trance as I spelled out his young life to him.
"So, have you done ANYTHING with a guy?"
"Oh – well, yeah! I had to try it. I even did a few things. But it scared me. Scared the fuck out of me – so to speak! After the first guy wanted me to – do that – to him, I cut and ran. And haven't been back – in 3 ½ years!"
"Put yourself on ice, huh?"
"So to speak. I pined over Gary, when he was still dating you, while I was still dating women. But it was in a way that I didn't let myself really think about it seriously. After 3-1/2 years, I guess Mo thinks it's time for both of us to move on!" Another nervous giggle.
"Yeah – four for me." I smiled understandingly.
"Well, obviously you're a lot more experienced than I am.
"Obviously." I said. "Do you wanna do something – I mean - go out, um – bowling or something?"
"Never bowled, believe it or not. Golf?"
"Ugh!" I said
"It's okay - I agree, actually! I have done it a bit – way too many times – but maybe with the right person - "
"I could teach you to bowl. It's fun!" I quipped.
"Next Friday night?" He exuded. His black eyes sparkled like a crystal when he smiled!
"It's a date then!" I said, then an almost shock came over me momentarily. It's a date! The feeling swept through me like a wind coming in an open door.
It only took a split second, but Ash looked at me curiously. "You okay?"
"Oh!" I said as I shook my head. "It just hit me hard when I said `it's a date.' It's been 4 years!"
His eyes sparkled again as he said, "I hope I don't disappoint!"
I put my hand on his, as I said, "I think your cousin Mo might wonder if we don't reappear for dinner."
It felt strange drying off – being naked in front of another man – in a rather intimate circumstance – after all this time.
"You both looked refreshed!" said Mo as we reappeared. "Did you enjoy riding Red again?"
"You saw us?" Said Ash.
"You didn't notice that the bridle trail goes right behind my home?"
I immediately flashed back, then realized that we didn't do anything that might set anyone talking. "I'm surprised you saw us." I said. "We were racing as we went back there"
"It was good to see Red stretching his legs out. A beautiful piece of horse flesh!" Said Mo. All I could imagine was the beautiful piece of man flesh on the steed!
And thought about him I did throughout the four days until Friday. I chuckled to myself as I thought back to Ronny helping me primp for my "first date" after he was 18. It was with Mike. I felt at least that intimidated, as I got ready for my bowling date with Ash. I saw Mo several times and he taunted me: "You be tender with my cousin! Remember – he's a Muslim."
Was that a warning? Had we misread Mo?
As I was getting ready for my "date" I was reminded of the first date I had after Ronny graduated high school. He helped me – and teased me - as I primped and got ready for my date with Mike. I felt pretty much the same. Like a 13-year-old going on his first date! Will I ever get over that??!
I drove (because I asked him!) but he drove up to my house. I had Saaby open the door. Of course I was still primping! When I came out, in the soft lights of the living room, we both stared, open mouthed, for a second or two, before I said, "Ready to learn how to bowl?"
What he didn't know was that I had invited Ronny and Mick to meet us at the bowling alley. It made a much easier transition to being alone later. He hadn't actually met Ronny, though Mo had talked about him. Ash seemed more intrigued with Ronny than with me.
By ages 46 & 48, neither of us really was really intimidated to say what we felt. Later, in the hot tub (again!) I challenged him on the rapt attention he gave my son. "I'm so sorry that you took it that way, Brian. It was just so uncanny to see a guy – a younger guy – who looked almost like your twin!" He said. Again I felt foolish! Then he said, "But I could see that he and Mick were really into each other so - "
WHAT??
"Uhm – Ronny and Mick are straight. Ronny's married. But they are like brothers. They were roommates before Ronny got married. They lived right downstairs from Gary and me. They both were in Iran with us, and they have so much in common, I suppose it may look like – well, the way you took it."
"Wow! I seem to have a way of sticking my foot in my mouth, don't I?"
"I think there's a lot of that going around. Don't sweat it. I could well imagine that they at least may have had a few mutual wanks! But if you ever mention it, I'll deny it!"
He reached out and stroked my face. "Your five-o'clock-shadow is – intriguing to me."
"There's so much about you that's intriguing to me!" I quipped. I wished I could take it back as soon as I said it.
"Could you enumerate for me?"
"Well, I could, but then I`d have a hard time getting past the first thing – your lips!"
His hand, still on my face, gently slipped over to MY lips. "Yeah, I could maybe understand that. But I don't quite know what to do with it." And he turned almost scarlet.
I leaned in and tilted my head and pulled on the back of his head and brought our lips together. After an indeterminate time, he said, "Wow! I'm no longer a virgin to kissing!"
The water was hot, and I felt even hotter, but I pulled him to me. "No one else has kissed you?" I asked. Well, wow! You seem to do it so well!"
"Well that's not quite accurate, actually. I kissed a few girls."
"Stop talking!" I said and kissed him again. Breathing hard, I said, "Who taught you to kiss like that!"
"Well it sure wasn't any girl! I think you just did!"
"You're a fast learner!" I said, and kissed him again. His hand fell onto my thigh and then grazed my hard-as-steel rod. He jerked it away.
"Sorry!" He cried.
I grabbed his hand and put it ON it – then kissed him again. "Omigosh!" I uttered, "I almost forgot!"
Neither of us moved, but he said, "Do you have some kind of appointment?"
I chuckled and said "Not at all! And if I did I'd cancel it! I meant I forgot what that felt like!"
I showed him my other hand and looked at "his". "May I?"
"Omigosh, I didn't think things would go this fast! Oh yes! Please do!"
I kissed him again as I put my hand gently on his throbbing member and he gasped, and seemed to shiver in the hot water!
"Hi Poppy, I wondered – oh! You're um – I'm sorry, I'm sorry Poppy!"
"It's okay Saaby. You'll get over it!" Then we all started laughing.
"So, it's safe to say that I cannot bring my date in here tonight?"
"Where IS she?" I exclaimed.
"Out in the car." He said, grinning profusely!
"We'll be out of here in a few moments. It's getting pretty hot in here."
"I could see that!" He giggled. Saaby was only 23 but he seemed older than his 2-years-older brother, Keyvan. He had completely mastered – well at least Weber English, and many of the nuances! And – he looked like a movie star himself. These Persians have a way with that!
We got out and went to my bathroom to shower off and dry off. Saaby walked out shaking his head. I turned on the overhead heater, but it was still colder in there than the hot tub. "You go first," I said. "It'll warm you up."
"This'll warm me up!" he said as he pulled me up close. He wrapped his arms over me and around my back. That left mine on his bum. I opened both hands and scrunched them both, pulling myself closer. I took a deep breath and a little groan. It felt so familiar!
"I think we better get in the shower – I men YOU better – get under – the shower!" I said, stammering.
"I think I liked your original idea better." He whispered in my ear.
"You catch on quickly!" I remarked.
"I've done this before!"
"Oh, heh, of course you have!"
"But I gotta pee first."
"Or --- not!" I quipped. And I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the shower. While I turned it on, he kept trying to get away, but I held on firmly. We were both giggling like a couple of kids!
The water warmed up quickly and I pulled him into it, and hugged him. He started to relax, then, "ACH! I gotta pee – BAD!" He said as he tried to wriggle out of my arms.
"Go ahead." I said.
"No way!" he said laughing. He struggled some more and then I felt the warmth shoot up between us. I pulled us closer together so it wouldn't reach our faces. "Oh shit - oh dear! I pissed – I mean I'm pissing on– ARGH!" He grunted and I put my mouth over his. He struggled for one second then grabbed me tight and moaned and kissed me with all he had, also humping my body frantically.
When he was done, "Omigosh, how did you know? That was amazing!"
"I was standing at a urinal in a gas station with Gary on our second date. I started to pee and he kissed me. I was amazed that it felt almost like an orgasm."
"No kidding!"
"Then, later on, we determined that in the shower it would all be washed away anyway, so we'd do that together in the mornings – with our pee wood."
"What," said Ronny, You did that on your first date??!"
"I happened quite naturally."
"Dad, you need to be careful. I know it's been four years since – for you, but it would be so easy to get attached." Said my practical son.
There it is again!
"Yeah, um, I suppose." I answered. "Why should I be so careful – oh you mean protection? Don't worry, son, I wouldn't do anything foolish. I have condoms in my bedside commode. But thanks for - "
"I was talking about getting too attached to a Persian."
"Ron, you and Mo seem to think so much alike. But, hat won't be an issue."
"Okay. Sorry, Pop, it was none of my business."
"Don't ever say that, Ronny. I hope we'll always be honest and look out for each other."
"Okay, well I won't mention that again, though. What's for dinner?"
"Hamburgers with all the trimmings. We'll wait til Ash gets here. Where're Emily and Little Brian?"
"Em took him out to `ride the horsey'. They'll be in pretty soon, I suppose. Little Brian likes our big palomino – or rather his mommy does, cuz he is so gentle."
"I know. If it were up to you he'd be riding Satan or Red!" He gave me his sly Smile. "YOU!" I said. You've also had him up there already, haven't you?"
"I've taken him for a ride with me on Red once or twice."
"C'mon, really Ronny - was it once or was it twice - you'd remember that!" I teased.
"Okay, you got me – it was a few times! Don't tell Em!"
KNOCK KNOCK!
"That'll be Ash," I said, too excitedly. I stopped for a second to regroup, then opened the door. We stood and again our eyes devoured each other for an indefinite time. "Come in, come in," I exuded.
"Was that your grandson I saw riding up on Red on the way in?" He said. Ronny flew to the window. I chuckled.
"I had a most wonderful experience coming up here, today."
"Really? What was that?" I said. "You remember my son."
"Nice to - " Ash started, then Ron dashed out the front door. We stepped out too, to see what happened. As I got out the door, I saw Red, running at top speed toward the stable, Little Bri holding on for all he was worth. We all ran that way, but Emily was first, being on horseback herself.
When the rest of us caught up, Emily was white as a ghost. Ronny, red faced, almost lost it as he barely controlled himself: "Em! Why did you put Bri-Bri on Red?"
Before she could answer, Little Bri was reaching down to his pop. He wasn't crying, nor did he even look worried. Very matter-of-factly he said, "I don't think Red wants me on him today, Dad." (Oh yeah, he was already too grown up after three to call Ron `Daddy'!)
Ron looked torn between pride, laughter and anger. "Yes, why WAS he riding Red, em?"
"I've seen you with him several times. I just assumed he liked the horse." She said innocently.
"Well, I guess he can ride by himself now, huh?" Said Ronny to anyone who was listening. "Did anyone else notice? He never even grabbed to saddle horn?" He said his chest trying to pop his buttons
"Well," I said, "You taught him to hold onto the reins – right?"
"I wanna ride Lady!" said the toddler, as if there never was anything to worry about.
"I think that right now we should get cleaned up for dinner." Said Emily.
"I WANNA RIDE LADY!" He screamed, trying to wrench away from his dad, tears suddenly flying everywhere.
Ronny held him close and spoke very gently, "It's time to eat now, Bri-Bri. We can ride later."
The boy looked between his parents and after snuffling up some snot and a ragged sigh, "Will you take me on Red so we can go fast, Daddy?" The sly kid was already using psychology on his parents!
"Sure will! After you ride Lady by yourself for a little bit. How's that?"
"He looked down at his mommy and with a huge, teary smile, said, "Good!"
Ronny put the boy down and then turned. "Nice to see you again, Ash-ton – is it?
"Ashtad, really, but please call me Ash."
"You must be very proud of your family, Bri." Said Ash, later, as we again soaked in the hot tub together.
"My favorite grandson!" I said, grinning.
"I never would've imagined two weeks ago that I'd be dating someone's grandfather." He said, thoughtfully.
"Thanks for that! I said sarcastically.
"Well, I'm old enough to be one too – obviously!
"You look amazing!" I said, getting lost in his eyes.
"You're just so ... Easy!" he said. At my taken-aback look, he added, "Oh no! I didn't mean it that way! You see - - ? I'm really not too good at this."
"You're doing just fine!" I said. "You're surely growing on me!"
"What I meant is – you're so easy to lo – er – um – be with! I'm just not sure what comes next."
"Next?"
"Well, I mean, I don't have a clue. Am I supposed to assume that I'm staying here tonight or - "
My body pulled back ever so little, as I said, "Oh! Were you expecting - ?"
"That's just it. I'm not expecting anything. I don't know what to expect. I was just - "
"Did you - WANT to stay?" I asked
"I – just am not sure what I even want. I - "
"WILL you stay, Ash? It'd give us more time to talk - - and stuff."
"Yeah, I'd like that. Both! I'd like to talk more and to do more – Stuff!"
A bolt of electricity went right through me. I'll let you guess where it grounded itself! "Uhm – did you bring something to sleep in?"
He turned scarlet. "Did I - - need something?"
"Heh. Your choice, Ash." I said, smiling appreciatively. "I know I can find an extra new tooth brush somewhere.
Ash let out a huge breath that I'm not sure either of us knew he was holding. "Omigosh. I feel kind of faint."
I immediately held him close. "Let's get you out of the hot tub. You're probably overheated. The hot water's great on sore muscles - but not for long soaks. I'll turn it down for next time."
"You don't need to – "
"First – I do, and secondly, it still is great for muscles when it's not so hot – just a little slower."
He looked deeply into my eyes. "Gosh you're beautiful!" He said.
"Now I KNOW you're delirious!" I eased him into the loveseat chair next to the spa and grabbed him a towel. I pat dried him off as his body cooled a bit. He tried to get up. I pushed him back down. "Stay there. I'll join you." I threw the towel over him and grabbed my own towel and after drying my upper body, sat next to him, covering up as well.
"This is what I want!" He said. "Maybe I'll adopt Ronny and then I can be a grandpa too."
I chuckled. "Ron might like that. He really misses Gary. Let's get a shower before going to bed."
"Yeah, good idea. But I gotta pee first."
"Wha-at?" I teased
"I said, I gotta - "
"I KNOW what you said. Me too. But I repeat, Wha-at?" I said grinning.
"Oh – yeah – that!" He said suddenly almost drooling.
I turned on the hot water and we stepped into it and I pulled him to me. "Let it go, Ash!" I said. His eyes got big and almost panicky again, but I saw him trying to relax, to let his stream start. As soon as I know he was started, I let mine go and grabbed him close and kissed him deeply, as we let go our bladders. We were both moaning, and he was unconsciously thrusting.
When we finished, he said, "OMIGOSH! I forgot how good that felt!" I stopped him with my mouth – I wasn't finished. "Omigod, I love that!" He said breathlessly.
He has no idea how he's gonna love - - other stuff!
Note: First, if you haven't done that with your lover, it's amazing! Thanks again for your letters. They mean the world to me. Second, sorry for the many typos. In my haste, I forgot to proof it.
Luvnhugsnstuf, Steve