Owen

Owen

By Vic James

Copyright 2012 by Vic James

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One

My parents Ed and Diane Martin, were close friends with another couple, Jack and Janice, in college. Jack and Janice Rossi had a son, Owen, and my parents are his god parents. Around three years later, my parents had a son, me. I'm Jamie, Jack and Janice (Uncle Jack and Aunt Janice to me) were my godparents.

Even though there's a three year age difference, Owen and I grew up together and were best friends. Until I was ten Owen and his parents lived next door to us. Our families vacationed together and celebrated holidays and birthdays together.

Owen taught me lots of things. I learned how to read by following along with him while he did his homework. He never got annoyed by my questions: Why does this 'A' look different than that 'a'? What's that word? What does that mean? I'm sure it took him a lot longer to do his homework than it would have if I hadn't been there, but he always seemed glad I was `helping him'.

We raised lots of pets together. There was an empty field and a wooded area behind our houses. We found a garter snake, a corn snake, a box turtle, toads, salamanders, and assorted other wildlife. None of these stayed for long, except for the box turtle, Amigo. We still have him. Actually he found us. He was wandering around in our back yard. We also had regular pets. Owen had a dog and we had a cat.

When Owen and I found the garter snake in the field behind our houses, we took him to my house. We didn't have him long though. I don't even think we had him a full day. He disappeared and my mom said that all his little snake buddies from the field were calling to him and telling him they missed him. He escaped, she said and he went back out to them.

I told Owen what had happened. We were familiar with some bird calls, but not snake calls. Owen was too young to join the Boy Scouts at the time but he knew who the scoutmaster was. He asked the scoutmaster what kind of calls garter snakes made. Owen said the man said "I suppose it's something like 'sssssssssss'." Owen and I were happy to know this. For about a year I was under the impression that snakes were all good friends with each other. When I finally found out the truth a few years later, reptiles don't have friends, I asked my mom if the snake died. She said that as soon as I left the house. She put on her oven mitts, took the tank in the back yard, and shook it upside down over the fence. Then ran back in the house and locked the back door. She hates snakes.

Owen taught me to ride a bicycle. My father kept promising to teach me, but he was working a lot at the time, sometimes on weekends. Finally Owen decided to do it. I remember he wrapped some old towels around my knees because he had scraped one of his knees when he was learning to ride. The towels messed up pedaling and one got caught in the chain so he had to take them off. He said "Don't worry. It will be worth it." After a couple of hours and a few falls, I had the hang of it, although turns were still iffy. When I got off, he spun me around and said "Whoopee! Let's go!" And we did. Slowly and unsteadily, I'll admit. It was a very exciting day for me, and as usual, it was all because of Owen.

Our parents, particularly Owen's dad were always trying to get us to do things with other kids. I remember he said "If you have four kids in it (he was talking about a treehouse) you'll have twice as much fun." I suppose that made mathematical sense to his dad, but didn't make sense to me. Owen said `If there are twice as many people, you and I will have half as much fun'. I was probably in first or second grade, so the mathematics of fun was beyond me. I agreed with Owen, though.

Owen eventually joined the Boy Scouts but stopped going because I couldn't join. Instead we studied his Boy Scout Manual together. Our fathers would sometimes take us camping and we would practice what we'd learned, often in the wooded area behind our houses. We knew much more about it than they did!

To be honest, most of the kids in the neighborhood wanted to stay home and play video games, so it wasn't like we had to chase them off. Some of them told us we were weird because we wanted to explore and play outside. That was fine with us. We thought they were idiots. Neither of us has ever been all that wild about video games.

When we were both in the same grade school, it was great having a much older protector. The bullies who might have picked on me because of my size (I was short) knew they'd have to deal with Owen. And Owen was extremely protective.

We spent many nights together with sleepovers at each other's houses.

Most people assumed we were cousins probably because I referred to his mom and dad as my aunt and uncle. Neither of us ever corrected anyone. He was family to me.

We sometimes got in trouble together too. I remember once when we were playing catch, we broke a neighbor's window. I was probably five or six at the time. Owen and I decided we might be able to tape the window back together, so while Owen was looking for gloves, I found scotch tape. Owen wouldn't let me do any of the taping, but as you can probably guess, it didn't work well. Every time we tried to lift the glass the tape would pull off. We went through two rolls of tape before giving up. When the neighbor found out, he allowed us to work off the cost of the window replacement by mowing his lawn for a few weeks. We had a lot of fun doing that together. He had an electric mower that we thought was really cool. It had a start button! We both agreed mowing was a lot easier than taping windows back together.

Of course after Owen moved, I saw a lot less of him. When Owen started high school, I hardly saw him at all. Their new house was a couple of miles away. Not a long way away, but far enough. I really grieved for a while. I missed him a lot. My parents encouraged me to do things with my classmates, and I did; but it really wasn't the same. Owen was my idol and my best friend. Those other kids were just kids.

We went to some of Owen's football games and still got together on holidays. But we didn't have long heart to heart talks like we used to and we didn't do things together anymore, just the two of us. I often called at first, after the move, asking him if he wanted to do things but he would say he couldn't. When our families would get together, he looked kind of sad, but he was always very nice to me, so I never thought he maybe didn't like me anymore. Eventually I stopped calling and asking.

Even though I missed him so much, I wasn't really surprised we weren't doing things together anymore. I could see he was becoming a man. I was still basically a kid. Occasionally we went over to their house to swim in their pool. I saw he was getting hair on his chest and I could tell he probably had to shave every day; he had a heavy beard. Both of which I loved, by the way. All during this time, I assumed it was our age keeping us apart. My thinking was why would a man want to hang out with a kid? I couldn't help hoping it would change though.

While he was doing his high school things, I was getting older too and I began seeing and thinking of Owen differently. I began to think he was very good looking. Before he was just Owen and he looked like himself. Now I started to think he was the most handsome guy alive. When I started beating off around the time I was twelve, I would think of Owen and how great he looked in his Speedo. I had photos of him and would sometimes beat off looking at him. Most of these photos were of him younger and I wanted pictures of the new gorgeous Owen. I had my opportunity last Christmas. He didn't seem to question why I wanted so many photos of just him. He just kept smiling and posing, sometimes in muscle-man poses with silly facial expressions. Afterwards he hugged me for a long time. It felt so good, I had tears in my eyes.

I discovered sex sites on the Internet. From those I learned I was gay. The things I read about I imagined doing with Owen.

I felt guilty about these new feelings for him. On the other hand, it felt completely natural. My life had basically revolved around him. Who else should I have a crush on? A stranger?

One day when Mom, Dad, and I were eating dinner Dad told me that my aunt and uncle were going on a second honeymoon and Owen would be staying with us for the two weeks they would be away. That would be Labor Day weekend. I was really excited about Owen staying, but I was already thinking of him as a man and wondered why he wasn't just staying at his house. I asked Dad if Owen was upset he had to stay with us. Dad frowned and asked why he would be upset. I said "Well he's old enough to not need a babysitter which means he's old enough to stay by himself."

My mom said that Owen and his parents had talked about that. My Uncle Jack said that if it was just an overnight trip it would have been OK for Owen to be on his own, but not for two weeks. Mom said Owen seemed fine with the idea of staying with us, he even seemed very excited. I wondered if that was true. Not that I was complaining!

Two

Saturday

Saturday morning Owen showed up at our door. He really did seem happy to be there. He picked me up and spun us both around with my legs flying out behind me saying, "Hey there Jamie!"

I laughed but was a little annoyed. I said "Well don't I feel six years old again?"

He grinned and said "I thought you were six. You used to be didn't you?"

I held up all the fingers in one hand and the middle finger in my other hand and said "I'm this many years old."

"Oh you're bad, you are," he said laughing.

I felt really happy, it was starting to feel like old times.

He only had a small bag with him which I thought at first was kind of odd for two weeks, but then I realized that his house was only a couple of miles away and he could always drive over to get whatever he needed. He now had a driver's license and my uncle's old car.

I told him he would be staying in my room in the other twin bed that was in there. He'd slept on it many times when we were younger and had sleepovers. I asked him if he minded.

He said "Not at all, but do you mind having to share your bedroom?" I just shook my head no, and smiled. I told him I was really glad he was there and that I missed him. He told me he missed me a lot and he looked a little sad, so I hugged him again. To be honest, I was a little nervous around him. A part of me was afraid I would say something wrong and he would disappear again.

He surprised me by saying "Damn! I am so glad to be here! It's like old times! Jamie, do you think much about all the stuff we did together?"

"Every day, Owen. I miss you every single day."

"I was so happy when we lived next door. Every day was an adventure, with you."

"You're happy at your new house though, aren't you?"

Owen just said "Eeh." That was definitely not a yes. That depressed me. Owen deserves to be happy. He is a wonderful person!

I suppose I should describe Owen. Owen was 5 foot 11 at the time, with very dark brown hair and brown eyes. He wore his hair short. He felt his nose was a little too large, but I think it's perfectly suited to his face.

"Jamie, you're becoming a man. When I think about you, I've been picturing the way you used to look. You're getting cute!"

"Uh, right. Thanks for lying. Or possibly for being the only person other than my mom who thinks I'm cute. Of course with her, it's self-defense."

Owen laughed "What do you mean?"

"What mother wants to admit she dumped an ugly kid on an unsuspecting world. 'I don't think he's ugly; I think he's cute.'

"Oh! Wait a minute, Owen! You left yourself an out. You didn't say I am cute, you said I was getting cute."

Owen laughed and said "I worded it very carefully. I spent days working on what might appear to anyone else to be a compliment. But the amazing part was anticipating that I would need it." We laughed.

Owen asked seriously "Jamie, you don't really think you're ugly, do you? You aren't!"

"No, I guess not. I just didn't know what to say." I knew I wasn't anywhere near as cute as Owen, but a couple of girls from school kept making goo-goo eyes at me, so I guessed I wasn't repulsive.

We went into my bedroom. He put his bag next to his bed and then laid down on it with his arms behind his head. I lay down on my bed and looked at him. His legs were covered with black hair (he was wearing shorts) and so were his arms. I said "Wow Owen, you've gotten so hairy!" He was way more hairy than Uncle Jack. Owen always had a lot of hair on his arms, enough that removing Band-Aids was a problem, but it used to be thin and pale. Now it seemed thick and black.

He said "Yeah, I guess I am. Does it look bad? It's weird being the hairiest guy in the shower at school."

I wanted to say I loved it. My dick was getting hard from looking at him so I rolled onto my stomach and said "No, it looks good on you."

"Are you lifting weights? You look like you've really muscled up." I asked him.

"Yeah. My dad bought me a set. He thought it would help with football."

"Do you like playing football?"

"No." I didn't know what to make of that. Why play if you didn't like it?

"Well you look fantastic!"

"Really?" He looked uncertain. How could he not know that?

"Absolutely."

"My girlfriend wanted me to shave my chest," he said. "I didn't want to do it. Too much work!"

That hurt. A girlfriend. I said "I didn't even know you have a girlfriend. What's her name?"

He said "I guess she's more of an ex-girlfriend. Her name is Chastity." Oh, ex-girlfriend! Much better.

"Hey, I finally had sex!" That hurt a lot! I had a horrible sinking feeling.

"With Chastity?"

"No, with another girl." I was getting really depressed at this point.

He looked at me funny and said "Let's talk about something else. Do you feel like going fishing today?"

I thought about it and told him I really didn't feel like cleaning any fish. My mom used to clean the ones I caught but she came up with a `you kill em, you clean em' policy and now I would have to do it. Cleaning out fish guts and scaling fish did not make me want to eat fish.

"We could go to the mall. I can drive," he said. That sounded good to me so I left a note for my parents and we left in his car.

I admired his car on the way. It was pretty cool, even if it was a Volvo.

We spent a couple of hours at the mall. We ran into a couple of his friends from high school and I was afraid he was going to dump me to hang out with them. But after just saying `hi' to them we kept going. He didn't even stop walking, which surprised me. We talked a lot and it started to really feel like old times.

I ran into a guy from my class, Mike, who was shopping with his mom. I said hi to him. He asked me if I had finished my English assignment. I told him I had. Owen took my arm and said "I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat." I guessed it was my imagination, but I thought he looked jealous. Let's face it, I thought. I'm not that lucky.

We ate lunch in the food court and while we were eating he asked me if I thought about girls much. I really didn't know what to say. Should I tell the truth; that I thought I was gay? Would he dislike me or feel nervous around me if I did? Maybe I should lie. Was I ready to come out? Was I even sure I was gay?

After thinking for a while I decided I didn't want to lie. I trusted him. I said "No, I don't think about them."

He said "I didn't think so. You seem to be checking out the guys."

"I was not," I said. "Was I?" Had I checked out other guys when I was with Owen? Maybe it had become habit.

He said "Yeah, you were." I must have turned red and could have crawled under the table. He put his hand on mine and said softly "It's OK." And he smiled at me.

I told him I hadn't told anyone yet. He said "You know, no one who really cares about you will want you to be anyone other than who you are."

I smiled and him and said `Thanks."

"Did you think I wouldn't like you if I knew?" he asked me.

I said "I hoped you wouldn't care, but I was a little worried. Your friends might not want you hanging out with `a little queer'."

He looked pissed! "You are NOT a `little queer'! You're my best friend and I wouldn't be friends with anyone who felt that way." I didn't feel like his best friend any more. I really felt like his former best friend. I didn't know he had at least two girlfriends and had sex at least once. I didn't even know he was dating.

I said "I just haven't seen that much of you and I don't really know how you feel about things anymore. We used to talk and talk and share everything. It's...been a while."

"Between school and football practice and dad after me to keep my grades high enough to get a college scholarship, I don't have time to just talk and hang out. I don't have time to do anything fun. Believe me, I miss it!" he said. "Mostly, I miss you."

"I just assumed you were out with your friends at parties every night and...well, after what you said this morning, maybe even orgies!" I told him. He laughed. I thought for a minute and asked "What's with the scholarship thing? I know your parents have a college savings account to cover that. Your mom told me once that your dad set it up before you were even born. They didn't know what name to put on the account!"

"You've got me Jamie. I really don't know. Sometimes I think he thinks if I don't get better grades than he did that's he's failing as a parent. I don't want to disappoint him, but sometimes I feel like telling him I don't even want to go to college. I could be perfectly happy not being an `executive'. He made some mention a couple of weeks ago of what was expected of a CEO! So now I'm thinking not even a full scholarship is going to be enough for him. I'll be a failure if I'm not president of some company by the time I'm twenty five." Owen looked like he was ready to cry and that had me starting to cry.

I said "Owen, you told me that no one who cared about me would want me to be anyone besides myself. Maybe you need to take that to heart and be yourself. What does your mom say? Have you mentioned how stressed you are about it?"

"She says Honey, just do your best. If you don't get a scholarship, you don't get a scholarship.' But it's my dad. He gives me this I'm so disappointed in you' look when I have even a B on my report card."

I was so lucky I didn't have to deal with that...or did I? Was I going to have to go through the same thing when I went to high school? After all our parents discussed this stuff with each other.

I smiled and decided to try to cheer him up. I told him "I'm going to tell my parents I'm going to be a folk singer. I'll get a guitar and learn how to play Kumbaya. Any time the pressure starts to get too much, I'll pull out my guitar and sing for them. They'll be so grateful if I even go to college.

"And you could suddenly develop a passion for Sanitation Engineering. You can tell your dad you can be an Engineer without even finishing high school! You can tell him you spoke to several engineers and found that a Manager of Sanitation Engineering makes even more than a manager of a Seven Eleven."

Owen starting chuckling and it turned into full laughter that went on for a while. "God, I've missed you," he said wiping his eyes. I was very glad I made him smile. I decided he needed to laugh more.

"Is there anywhere you want to go here?" Owen asked.

I took him to the music store and asked if they had the sheet music to Kumbaya. They had it and the sales clerk told me it was two dollars. She started going on about the origin of the song. I interrupted her to ask if I bought two copies could I get one of them for $1.99. She said she would have to ask the manager. I said to Owen "Someday, you'll be the one they ask." Owen laughed loudly. I bought two sets one for me and one for Owen.

We shopped some. Owen tried on a couple of shirts. I really liked one of them on him and he bought it.

On our way home, I asked Owen to stop at a Seven Eleven. I asked the clerk who looked about twenty what the Manager's name was. He was the manager. I asked him if he liked his job and Owen burst out laughing again. I don't think the manager saw the humor in it, so we left.

"Where's the Sanitation Department? I assume that's our next stop, Jamie."

"Are you kidding? Engineers working on a Saturday?" Owen laughed the whole way home.

When we got home Owen hugged me and said "Jamie, this is the most fun I've had since we moved." I felt really sad for him. But then I realized it was the most fun I'd had too.

We decided to watch a movie. I sat next to him on the sofa. After a few minutes he put his arm over my shoulder. I was in heaven! It didn't feel awkward or forced. It just seemed natural. I had seen the movie several times and I guess I fell asleep. I woke up and realized I had fallen asleep with my head against him. I pulled away and said "Sorry about that. About falling asleep on you."

"Jamie, please don't apologize." I looked at him. He had a sweet smile on his face. He pulled me back against him and said "If you're sleepy, sleep." I leaned my head against his upper arm. I didn't sleep again, but it felt really good sitting there with him.

Afterwards we drove over to his house so he could pick up some more clothes. We hung out and talked some more. He showed me his weight set. He impressed the hell out of me with how much he could lift.

My mom called me on my cell phone and I told her where we were. She said we were all going out for dinner and to be back at the house by around 6 pm.

We went to a really great seafood place I like for dinner. I think we all had a good time and the food was wonderful as usual. Owen asked if he could taste some of mine and offered me some of his.

On the way home, Owen sat right next to me in the back seat, with our legs touching. There was plenty of room, but I didn't complain!

When we got home, Owen suggested we watch TV in my room, so we did that. I took my jeans off and put on a pair of shorts. His bed didn't have the best view of the TV so I asked him if he want to watch from mine. He smiled and lay down on it next to me. With him so close, I couldn't really concentrate on what we were watching, but I didn't mind any more than I had in the car!

Between shows, Owen said to me "Are you sure you don't mind sharing your room with me? You're not really going to have much privacy."

I said "Owen, this is really great...you being here. I've really missed you. I really don't have any really close friends at school. To be honest, the kids in my class seem really immature to me. They all seem incredibly boring and immature compared to you. I used to have you to bounce my thoughts and feelings off of. I don't have anyone I trust enough to do that anymore."

He said "You are very mature for your age. I remember having conversations with you when you were only five that made me think. It never really felt to me like you were that much younger than me, just shorter." he said and nudged me with his shoulder.

We kept watching TV. Well he was probably watching. I was very, very conscious of the fact that he was in my bed next to me. One new thing I was discovering was his smell. It wasn't that he smelled bad or dirty. It was just uniquely Owen and I liked it. My dick was hard the entire evening, but I didn't think it was very noticeable in the loose shorts I was wearing.

After the show we were watching was over, he got off the bed and said he was going to take a shower. I went into my bathroom and made sure clean towels were out for him. I had a couple of different shampoos and soaps and I showed him where they were. He was watching me smiling. I said "What?"

He said "I have been in your bathroom before. Have you forgotten how many times I spent the night here?"

Ingrate! After he closed the bathroom door, I wondered if he was going to beat off in the shower. Oh, lord! I wished I could watch. `Stop it!' I thought to myself.

Owen finished his shower and walked out of the bathroom wearing just boxers. His chest was covered with black curly hair. It continued down over his belly to become thicker at the top of his boxers. He looked absolutely stunning to me. He looked at me and said "Are you OK?" I realized my mouth was open. I closed it. I almost ran into the bathroom. I closed the door and sat on the toilet and put my face in my hands. I was terrified that I was going to say or do something that would destroy our friendship. I knew he was straight. I knew I couldn't be perving over him. He would probably just end up thinking I was pathetic, or disgusting, or worse. I was starting to feel like he was back in my life and I was terrified I would ruin it.

I took my shower, then I got out and dried myself. Then I realized I hadn't brought any clothes into the bathroom with me. Fortunately my dick had softened. I walked to my dresser, dropped the towel and put on a pair of briefs. I didn't risk looking at Owen though. I put my shorts back on and turned to Owen.

"Your mom and dad went to bed," he said.

I said, "Yeah they're in bed by ten every night."

"Do you want to watch anything?" he asked me.

"No, let's just talk" I said. I got in my bed and rolled onto my stomach and looked at him. He was in the other bed in his boxers and a t-shirt.

I was afraid of the answer, but I asked "You said you had sex. How many times?"

"Just once." I guess that was as good an answer as I could hope for.

The more I thought about it though, the more it depressed me. I really didn't want to hear details. I knew I couldn't handle them. Oh lord, I realized I was so jealous. I hated both girls he had mentioned intensely and had never even met them! I wondered if I would ever be able to just be happy for Owen without feeling this way. I wanted to be happy for him. I knew I should be happy for him. I thought to myself `He's going to get married and I'll never see him again because I'll hate his wife just for being married to him'.

I thought that maybe when I had a boyfriend of my own, I would feel differently. But where was I going to get a boyfriend? I remember wondering whether I was in love with Owen. Was it love I felt? Was it a crush? Or was it an obsession?

Owen said "Jamie, I want to ask you something and I really want you to tell me the truth."

"OK, Owen."

"I've noticed how you look at me. Do you...hmm...do you...want me? No, never mind! I shouldn't have asked."

O dear lord. He knew! I felt so ashamed. I just rolled over on my side with my back to him and tears started rolling down my face. I was trying not to make any noise, but I guess he knew. Owen got in my bed next to me and pulled me over and hugged me.

"Please talk to me," he said. "I need you to talk to me. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry. I don't think I can forgive myself if I hurt you."

"Oh, Owen, it's not anything you did or said. You're wonderful as usual." I sniffed and continued "You're smart and kind and now you're even gorgeous. It's me. I'm...my emotions are out of control. I...I..it's me. I'm...defective! I realized my head was on his chest and he was lightly rubbing my back. I looked up at him. "I'm sorry...it's not you. I mean it's not you!"

He gave me a sad little smile. "Jamie, I've missed you so much. My parents thought it was time to have friends, plural, instead of just one friend. They wanted me to "Grow up into my own person" whatever the hell that means. That's why we moved. I cried for a month after we moved, I missed you so much. When I wanted to call you my parents would say I needed to give you time to meet other people. So I didn't even talk to you on the phone.

"Then, I started to worry about what they'd do if I didn't do what they said. Moving was awful. What would they do next? Would it be worse? So I acted as though I had friends. I did things with people even if I didn't like them. I learned how to laugh at things I didn't find funny. Dad told me I ought to try out for the football team. I did. Later they decided it was time for me to start dating. So I dated. He even suggested Chastity. He knows her father."

Owen continued "I hope they're happier, because I'm not. Are you happier now than before we moved?" I shook my head no. "I don't have any other real friends. I've met new people, but they're just people I know. I don't have anyone else I can confide in. It takes time to make true friends and I haven't had the time. I still think about you all the time. All the time!

"So tell me why you're crying and why you think you're defective. And you better make it good or I might beat you up for lying about my best friend," he said.

I thought about it. Should I tell him when it might make him hate me or be too uncomfortable to be around me? But from what he said, we really were still best friends.

I said "Once I started thinking about sex, all my thoughts seemed to revolve around you. No one else seems even remotely interesting to me. No, that's not quite true. People who remind me of you are interesting, but only because they remind me of you. When you said I was checking them out at the mall, I was probably rating them on the 'Owen' scale. You know, how much they looked like you. So the answer to your question is yes, yes, yes! You just seem...perfect to me. Like the most desirable man on the planet. I've been worried that this...after first I thought it was a crush, that maybe it's really an obsession. I guess in a way, what your parents were saying is true. Not only can I not feel the need for other friends, I can't even seem to feel like dating anyone but you.

"The problem is, no matter how many times I tell myself `He's straight, get over it' or 'He's left your life for good', I can't seem to get over it. Part of the problem is I know you so well. You're not just some guy I think is cute. The reasons I care so much for you, the reasons I think so highly of you are real. They're based on our lives together and from knowing you so well. I don't imagine your good qualities; I know them by heart.

"I do try to do things with other people. And I do them. It's just...whenever I see something awesome like a beautiful sunset or a huge flock of birds, I always think 'I wish Owen was here to see this'. I don't ever think 'I wish Mike from my class was here'. I don't know if this makes much sense. Sometimes I just sit here and reminisce about the special things we've done, the good times we had." I didn't tell Owen that deep down, everything I did with him was that special to me.

I could feel Owen shaking so I looked at him. He was crying. I was afraid he was disgusted or disappointed with me, so I started to pull away. He pulled me tighter to him. I put my head back on his chest and hugged him right back.

Neither of us said anything for a while. Finally I said "I'm sorry."

He sniffed and said "You tell me you think I'm wonderful and perfect and then you apologize! Jamie, you said you thought it was an obsession. I really don't know for sure if what you feel is an obsession but it definitely sounds like love to me. Maybe love is an obsession. I don't have a clue. I'll just tell you I...I feel honored...and loved...and it doesn't make me care for you any less. If anything it makes me care for you more.

"And Jamie, you're not 'out of my life'. I promise you that. I swear! If I have to sneak away to be with you, I will."

We lay there for a couple of minutes.

He finally said "How did you know you are gay? Do you fantasize about men? Is that how?"

I said "Well basically women just don't excite me at all. Looking at naked women no matter how beautiful doesn't excite me but I might enjoy looking at a naked man, depending on what he looked like."

"You mean his rating on the 'Owen scale'?" He said it with a smile.

"Yeah. Exactly." That was still hard to say.

"You really think about me when you beat off?"

"Yes."

"That is so cool!"

I laughed. "It is?"

"Yeah. To think someone thinks I'm that sexy!"

"Do you fantasize about women when you beat off?" I asked him.

"Mostly I think about how good it feels. And...I like looking at my dick. I guess that's narcissistic. It's not like I fantasize about Anna Nicole Smith or anything."

"Well I think that's probably a good thing, her being dead and all!" I said. "Besides, why shouldn't you like your dick? It makes you happy. And you're not narcissistic. I mean you don't stare into mirrors or anything."

"She's dead? I didn't even know," he said.

"Yeah. I don't know how she died though."

After a few minutes Owen continued "I think you've been dealing with everything all by yourself. Trying to figure out how you should feel. And you don't know. You're having to come to grips with being different from most other people. But please don't feel guilty about liking the way I look or wanting me. It doesn't bother me in the least. My own sexuality is still a complete mystery. I'm flattered that you like the way I look. And I've got to admit...it's kind of exciting!

"I'll be completely honest here, to both of us: I think I would have had a much better time on a date with you than with the girl I was with. I don't know that I would have been thinking in sexual terms with you, but I wasn't thinking of sex with her either. She started talking about her hair. I guess I should have told her it was beautiful but I was afraid it would make the date last longer! Her hair looked like hair to me. I almost said 'Yes, it's very hair-like'." I laughed.

"Lying here next to you, I can tell you this: there's no where else I'd rather be. I'm with the person I most want to be with. But...I've never had sexual thoughts about you before now." Hmm, I thought. What did that mean? Before now? What did any of this mean? Was he saying he wanted to date me but without sex? Or just continue to be best friends? One thing I knew for sure: Owen was happy with me the way I really was, just like he'd always been. I was so relieved I didn't have to hide anything about myself from him.

"I told you I haven't made any real friends in high school. I don't really get along with most of the people I've met. Most of them want to do stupid things and you're not cool if you don't go along. Like smoking. A lot of the guys on the football team smoke. Why on earth would I want to do that? Do something that will give you lung cancer, if you live long enough? They think they're so cool! I think they're idiots. I was at a party a couple of weeks ago and some of the guys were trying to see how much booze they could drink before upchucking. I stayed about 30 minutes and then I went home and did homework. I enjoyed the homework more. Most of the guys I know from school make fun of people who aren't the exact same as they are. Watching them gang up on someone isn't pretty.

"I don't have time to try to meet people I might like more. To tell you the truth, I don't think I'll ever meet anyone I like half as much as you.

"You know, when I said my sexuality was a mystery, what I meant was...Here's how I had sex. There's this girl at school that the jocks say will sleep with anyone on the football team. They all talk about how great she is in bed. She's good looking too. I was curious and I...well, I didn't want to be the only virgin on the football team. She and I got together and did it. I finally had sex...and I was disappointed. Was that all there was to it? To be honest, I've had much more fun beating off than I had with her. I mean it would have been great if she hadn't been there." We both laughed. "I was wondering if there was something wrong with me...or was I gay...or what? Jamie, I wasn't expecting love. I was just expecting a good time. And it wasn't. In fact, after I came, my dick got so soft so quick I was afraid the condom would come off inside her. Lord! Wouldn't that have been embarrassing! 'Excuse me, do you have any tweezers or.barbecue tongs?'"

"Oh, Owen...too much information," I laughed. "I think she was just the wrong girl for you. Maybe being the umpteenth classmate to have sex with her doesn't turn you on. Let's face it...she's sort of a slut. And you're not, at least I don't think so. You don't have any goals of banging all the cheerleaders, do you?" He smiled and shook his head no. "Maybe you need a little more affection...or connection with the other person to enjoy it."

He sighed and said "But we both know that there's only person I have a connection with."

I said "This isn't about Anna Nicole Smith again is it. Because she'll never love you back. Not anymore."

He laughed and punched me in the arm. He said "It's funny, in a way. Because of my one sexual experience, I had wondered if I'm defective."

He said "Anyway, I think we should keep our feelings secret. If our parents find out they might do something else stupid, like sending one of us to boarding school."

"Believe me, I wasn't planning to announce it!" I said.

"You know what?" he said.

"What?"

"I feel really happy. Happier than I've felt in years," he said.

"Me too," I said.

I looked over at the clock. It was 11:30. "I guess we better go to sleep," I said. I was happy but really exhausted.

"Jamie?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think I'm a sexy love god?"

I burst out laughing. "Yes. But that's god with a little 'g' mind you."

"I guess that's OK." We both laughed. "If you ever want to sing a song about me and my incredible sexiness, it's OK with me."

"Is it OK if I sing it to the music to Kumbaya? I'd hate to have to learn more than one song. And I already have the sheet music."

"As long as you mention my incredible elbows."

"Your incredible, inedible elbows. Got it. I should be able to write a couple of verses about them. I mean there are two of them."

He got off my bed. Then he bent down and kissed me very lightly on the lips. There was no tongue, but it was still very nice.

Owen said "How about tomorrow we go for a drive in the country? Maybe have a picnic?"

"Just the two of us?" I asked.

"Of course," he replied.

"That sounds wonderful!" I told him, and it really did!

He got in his bed. I reached over to the light switch and turned off the light. I got under the covers and said "Night, Owen."

"Good night Jamie," he said.

I closed my eyes and thought about the things we said. I loved Owen more than ever, but now I didn't feel guilty about it. Despite Owen's questioning his own sexuality, I had trouble believing he was gay. I would never have wanted to have sex with a girl, easy, pretty or whatever. The whole idea seemed gross. If my parents made me date a girl, I would fake an illness. `There's no feeling in my legs!' But even if we never had a sexual relationship, the one we had was plenty good enough for me. I could go on sexless dates. I'd rather go on a sexless date with Owen than a date with sex with anyone else.

Hmm, I thought. That kiss was very nice. Hey! That was my first kiss! Maybe sexless dates with kissing!

Three

Sunday

Sunday morning I got up about eight. Owen was still asleep. I got dressed quietly and went into the kitchen. My mom and dad were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. Dad was reading his newspaper and mom was looking at her laptop.

"Good morning," I said.

They both said good morning. I got a glass and went over to the refrigerator. I pulled out the orange juice and poured myself a glass. I took it to the table and sat down.

"Is Owen still asleep?" my dad asked.

"Yeah, he is," I said.

I said "Owen and I are going for a drive in the country later if that's OK."

My dad said that was fine. Mom asked which way we were headed. I said I didn't know yet.

I asked her what time she was going to Mass. "I guess ten o'clock unless you want to try to make eight thirty Mass."

"Would you mind going to eight thirty?" I asked her.

"No that's fine. I'd actually prefer that. You better hurry up though. It's ten after eight now."

I went back to my bathroom and brushed my teeth. When I went back into my bedroom Owen was still in bed but awake.

"My mom and I are going to Mass. You're welcome to come with us." I didn't think he would but thought I should invite him, at least.

"Nah. Do you mind if I use your PC while you're at church? If not I can go get my laptop," Owen said.

"Don't be silly. Of course you can use it," I said.

He wiggled his finger to get me to go over to his bed. He whispered "You don't have any nude paparazzi type photos of me on it do you?"

I looked at him and he had a big grin on his face, so I knew he was joking.

I said "That's the trouble with paparazzi. They're never around when you need 'em."

"True...true" he said. "They're all at Angelina and Brad's place."

I laughed and got dressed.

As I was walking out of the room Owen said "Hey, don't I at least get a hug goodbye?"

I ran over to his bed and hugged him. He hugged me back. I thought about kissing him on the cheek, but didn't.

"There's coffee and cinnamon rolls in the kitchen if you're hungry."

Mom and I left for Mass.

When we got back, Owen was sitting at my desk looking at my computer. He said "Come over here a minute." I walked over. He had a web site of a park about 120 miles away that I had never heard of before. The web site listed all the features of the park. Look here he said and pointed. It said the park had a waterfall and swimming. "You want to go there?" he asked me.

I said "Yeah, that sounds great!"

Owen headed for the bathroom saying he was going to brush his teeth. He called from in there. "Jamie, come here a sec." I went into the bathroom. He closed the bathroom door. "I...um..I took a couple of pictures and saved them to your pictures folder. Just delete them if you don't want them. If you want to keep them, move them somewhere no one else can see them." I didn't have any idea what he was talking about but nodded.

I left the bathroom and walked over to the computer. I looked in the pictures folder and found three that had today's date. I opened one of them. I couldn't breathe! It was a photo of Owen in just his boxers with his hard dick sticking out of them. My pulse was pounding. In the photo he had this sexy smirk on his face. My dick was so hard it was actually painful.

Meanwhile, Owen left the bathroom and walked over and closed my bedroom door and leaned back against it. I clicked on the photo to zoom. Owen said "Are you zooming in?" I nodded my head. "Zooming in on my elbows?" he asked.

I laughed nervously and said "Yeah, they're so beautiful. I think I'll sing about them." I wasn't zooming in on his elbows.

"You better look at all of them," he said. I opened the next one. It was a closeup of his dick. My mouth dropped open. It was in perfect focus and it looked all shiny like it was wet. I felt all flushed and then I came! My dick starting shooting off in my underwear without even touching it. I leaned back in my chair and moaned.

Owen whispered "Holy shit! Did you just come?" I was still coming! After a few seconds I looked over at him and nodded. He walked over to the desk and whispered "Close the photo." I reached over and did that. He squatted down next to me and whispered "I can't believe I made you come just by looking at me. I know you didn't even touch yourself. Man! I didn't even know that was possible! I am a sexy love god!"

I laughed and said "I told you you're the sexiest guy on the planet." I looked at him. He looked surprised and excited. I looked down and saw his dick was hard. I couldn't believe he had done this for me! Not only did he not mind that I wanted him, lusted after him really...he...wanted me to! He was obviously pleased that I liked the photos and that I came looking at them.

But they weren't safe.

I whispered "Owen, I love the photos. Obviously. A lot! But I don't know how to hide them. We can't risk anyone else seeing them. Do you know how?"

"Just delete them Jamie," Owen said.

"Are you insane? I love them!" I said.

"We can try to find a way to hide them later. We can always take more photos once we figure out how to hide them. Besides..." he paused.

"Yeah?" I said.

"It would be easier to get good shots if you took the photos," he said.

I moaned and leaned back in the chair. The thought of Owen posing for me naked and hard had made me hard again. I moaned again.

"Holy fuck! Are you going to come again?" he asked. I looked over at him. He had this satisfied grin on his face and he looked kind of flushed. I reached over and deleted the photos.

He got up from squatting and took my hand "Come on," he said. He took me into the bathroom and closed the door. He backed me up to the bathroom door and pressed up against me. I could feel his erection against my belly. He was very hard! He thrust it up a couple of times against me. I looked up at him. He was breathing hard and looking at me intently. He said "Damn, Jamie! That was the hottest fucking thing ever! Can you feel how hot you've got me?" He thrust up against me a few more times.

I closed my eyes. Oh god. Yes! I could feel it! I said "Yes, Owen." I was panting too. The way he was acting was driving me crazy!

He put his hand under my chin and tilted my face up. "Look at me Jamie," he said. I looked at him. He licked his lips. He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine hard for a second. He pulled back and said "Feel it." I looked up at him. He was staring at me. I thought he meant feel his dick against me. He said "Feel me," and he grabbed my hand and pressed it against his dick. He thrust against my hand. I rubbed against it, feeling the shape with my fingers. Oh lord! I realized there was only a thin piece of cloth between my hand and his dick. I could feel the exact shape of his cock. I could feel the head of it and the heat!

He pushed me back against the bathroom door but I continued rubbing it. I looked at his face. He gave me this little mischievous look. Then he leaned down and whispered in my ear "Jamie, you are a very naughty boy. You've gone and made my cock hard. Now who do you think should take care of it?" I moaned; that was all I could do. If I hadn't just come, I would have come then. "Who, Jamie?"

"Me?" I said.

"I think that's only fair. Don't you Jamie?" he said. "You make it hard, you deal with it."

Oh my lord! It was just like my mom's fish cleaning rule, only better! Much, much better!

"You won't mind doing that, will you Jamie? Taking care of it?" he said.

I looked up at him and said "No Owen." I looked at him and said "I'll be more than happy to take care of it no matter who causes it!"

He looked at me again. "Don't you think we'll have more fun if it's just the two of us?" He wiggled his eyebrows at me. I giggled nervously. His face had softened and he said "I really don't think there will be anyone else, Jamie. I pretty sure you are all I want and need." He pressed his hand against my cheek. I was so happy I started crying. I put my face in my hands.

Owen said "Don't cry, Jamie. If you want me to have sex with other people, I will..."

My sob turned into a laugh. "Jerk!"

He whispered "We can't take care of him right now."

"Him?" I said.

He looked down and I saw what he meant. Oh, him!

Then he asked out of the blue "Does your dick have a name" I burst out laughing and said "Yes. My dick's name is Dick."

"Not very original, is it?"

"Well, he doesn't know that. He's never met another one."

"Mine is named Spock." Owen said.

I laughed and said "Spock?"

"Spock, the cock." I laughed out loud. "His head's kind of tilted up like Spock's ears," Owen said.

"Does he have a death grip?"

"Even better. When someone stares at him, they come."

"That is better!"

He continued "You know, I thought I'd never find anyone who loved him as much as I do. As much as he deserves..." I just grinned at him and shook my head.

I said "I admit he photographs well. But I've never seen him up close in person. He may be ugly without makeup. I can't promise I'll love him as much as you do... You're so attached to him. And you told me you like to look at him."

"I know for a fact that you like to look at him too." I may have blushed. There was no denying it though.

Owen stood there smiling at me for a minute. Then he said "Being here with you like this seems completely natural to me. It doesn't feel odd or awkward. And you've got to admit it's different. I mean I just got through rubbing my dick all over a guy. And I loved it! But I don't have to worry about what you'll think of me. That's part of it, but also Jamie, I never have been able to get enough of you. No matter how much time we spent together I was always ready for more. I'm glad that I still feel that way. I'm glad we haven't changed too much. And I'm also really glad you trusted me enough to tell me how you felt. Otherwise this definitely wouldn't have happened.

"You know, I was not really looking forward to my life. I figured I would marry some girl that I would probably not want to have sex with. But the thought of a future with you seems fun and exciting. And like I said, I'm pretty sure that the person for me is the person I've always wanted to be with."

As I stood there in the bathroom with Owen, my best friend and now...maybe lover?...I realized this was the happiest day of my life. Owen had always been with me on the other happiest days, so it was perfectly appropriate that he be here now. This was how I'd imagined a perfect live would be: Owen and me together, but now with sex.

But I was also very confused. I had gone from missing Owen, but recognizing he was mostly out of my life, to this...declaration of love? in one day. Since it had happened so fast, I wondered if it was permanent. Would it be over in a day? What if he just thought he would enjoy it but ended up not liking it when we finally did it? Maybe when we finally did it, he would think it was gross.

I still found it hard to believe that Owen was gay, but when he was thrusting his cock against me while staring at me, I knew that I had made him hard. If he'd had his eyes closed, he might have been fantasizing about a women.

Owen said "Why don't we get ready. We can talk in the car without worrying about your parents."

I smiled up at him. "OK, that sounds good."

I told my mom where we were going, and then we gathered up the things we wanted to take. Towels, a couple of bottles of water, bug repellent, and a blanket. We planned to pick up food on the way.

I went to my dresser and pulled out my swimsuit. I asked him if we were going to stop by his house to get his swimsuit. Owen walked up to me and whispered in my ear "Maybe we can skinny dip..."

I looked at him and swallowed, hard. "OK." I put my swimsuit back.

We called out goodbye and put the things in the back seat of Owen's Volvo. We got in the car and headed out.

Owen said "After I had sex with a girl and didn't enjoy it that much...like I told you...I wondered if I was gay. I thought I wasn't gay because I had never lusted after a man, but I had never lusted after a woman either. I can only tell you I've only experienced intense lust once."

I thought about the way he acted in the bathroom, rubbing his erection against me. I asked "Was it in the bathroom?"

He said "Yeah, it was. With you."

He continued "I wanted to pull off your clothes and bury my cock in you."

"Oh god, Owen. You're going to make me come again and I didn't bring any spare underwear."

"And that's another thing, Jamie. The fact that you're so hot for me! That drives me fucking nuts! The thing is, as soon as you told me what a hot body you thought I had, I wanted to show you! All of it! Maybe I'm a...what do they call it?...oh, yeah, an exhibitionist."

"Do you want to show yourself to other people?" I asked him.

"No. Not at all. So I guess I'm not."

"When you were at church and I thought about taking the pictures, I thought of how hot they would get you. It gave me the hardest erection I've ever had."

He continued "You know, when we were at the mall and you told me you were gay, part of me was glad. I thought 'Maybe we're both gay. Wouldn't that be great!'"

And then out of the blue he said, "Oh, that reminds me. Your father knows you're gay."

I got a terrible panicky feeling. "What! How did he find out? Oh God, he didn't see the pictures, did he?" I asked.

"Oh yuck, no! I...sort of...umm...told...him." My mouth dropped open and I stared at him. I asked "Why?"

He told me that he and your mom thought you might be, and they didn't want you suffering about it. He said your mom showed him an article a couple of weeks ago about the high suicide rate of gay teens. They just don't want you to worry about them not loving you."

"Wow!" I said.

"Tell me about it. When he asked me if I knew if you were gay, I almost spit my coffee out at him. This was right after I'd taken the photos. You know, close-ups of my dick for you!"

I burst out laughing.

"So you're not mad?" he asked.

"No...I guess I'm glad it's out of the way. I might have put it off for years, worrying about it the whole time."

"You haven't really heard the weird part yet," he said.

I looked at him. "Your dad kind of implied... no, I think he came right out and admitted that he'd had sex with a guy before."

"What!!! He told you?"

"Yeah. And then it got even weirder." He paused.

"What?"

"Your father kind of implied it was with my father," he said.

I didn't know how I felt. That was just so very, very weird.

Owen continued "I almost fell over when he told me this...he made me swear not to tell anyone, but I want you to understand why I told him. He was telling me this, I suppose, to convince me to tell him what I knew. He said when he was in college before he and my father met our mothers...that he...your father, that is...and `another man' had sex several times. Just fooling around he said. Not lovers. When these men met their wives to be, they decided to tell them rather than waiting possibly years for them to hear it from someone else. Anyway he said he expected the women to be upset or disgusted and possibly to break up with them...but the women...liked it. He said it drove them wild hearing it. He admitted though that they never fooled around again."

I said "I will never understand women. When you told me about that girl you had sex with, I didn't find it exciting. I wanted to go find her and pull her hair out."

Then I said "Have you noticed, it's been kind of an unusual day?"

"A bit" he said. "A bit unusual."

He continued "Despite all this, I really think we should keep 'us' between ourselves. I'm not sure if the moral of his story was that even if you think you're gay, you'll still settle down and marry a woman."

"Well," I said, "I don't know if that's true or not...I have trouble thinking my dad considers himself gay...but you're right. Even if they accepted that we were gay, they might still want us to date other people. And Owen, I don't want anyone but you." He smiled at me.

"I think we should still go on dates," he said. I just looked at him. I sure hoped he was joking. Or maybe he meant as cover for what we were doing, which I could understand. "Dates like this one," he said. He reached for my hand and kept it in his. I was so very, very happy!

A while later I said "Owen, you haven't said a thing about my hair!"

"Jamie, that's something I've always loved about you. Ever since you were three."

"My lovely, hair-like hair?"

"No. The fact that you're not bald. You were born bald. The hair was an improvement."

All the way there, I was really tempted to grope Owen. That tempting bulge in his crotch was very enticing. I think he was at least half hard. But I figured it was too dangerous. I didn't want to have a car wreck! I kept looking at it, though.

Finally Owen asked "Jamie, why do you keep staring at my car seat?" I laughed.

"It's so big."

"I'm a big guy, of course I have a big car seat. It moves up and down, and back and forth. You should see it move!" I laughed again. "It's also heated. It can keep you warm on cold nights."

"I was wondering how I'd keep warm."

"Well, do you like it?"

"Yeah, but I can't see it very well because it's covered."

"I'll show it to when it isn't. If you're nice, I'll let you sit on it," he said. I laughed again.

"But we'd have to do it in the garage. I don't have a driver's license."

"Someday you'll be old enough to sit on it wherever you want; in the parking lot at the grocery store, on the way to school, even in the street in front of your house.

"As a matter of fact, while you are sitting on it, I could teach you how to drive."

"Having it moving up and down under me might be distracting."

"Well, it's important that you not use your cell phone while it's in motion. And especially, no texting anyone telling them what you are doing."

"Yes, that would make them jealous."

"True. And other people might spend so much time sitting on it that you wouldn't have a chance."

"Hmm. I think we should keep it between ourselves."

"Didn't your mother ever teach you to share?" I laughed.

"She tried, but you kept contradicting her. And she never said a thing about car seats. Besides, if there are twelve people sharing the car seat, you and I would have one twelfth the fun. No, wait! Two twelfths."

"Speak for yourself. It's my car seat. I would be having all the fun." I laughed.

"You've changed Owen. Your fun calculations are so different now."

"That's because I'm studying calculus now!" We both laughed for a while.

Then he took my hand and held it for a while. So far this was a fabulous day!

We stopped for fried chicken on the way. When we finally pulled up to the park entrance, there was a line of cars to get in.

"Labor Day," we both said at the same time.

Owen slapped the steering wheel and said "Shit! I should have remembered this place would be packed on Labor Day weekend."

He said "I was really hoping we could find somewhere private and maybe a little romantic."

I said "It's OK. We'll come back another time."

"I know!" he said. "We could go to my house! Unless you still want to get into the park..."

"No, I don't feel like waiting in line to get into a crowded park. Your house sounds fine," I said.

He said "We'll have the whole house to ourselves!"

We turned around and headed back to town. When we finally pulled in front of his house he said "I think I better put the car in the garage, just in case. Your parents might drive by and stop to find out why we're here."

"Good idea," I said. We pulled into the garage and brought the chicken in the house with us.

As soon as he closed the door, he walked over to the alarm system to deactivate it.

Then he backed me up against the wall and pressed into me. "Now where were we?" I reached down to his crotch. His dick was half hard and I rubbed it until it was completely stiff.

I moaned and said "Owen...I want to...I want your cock inside me, so bad."

He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I felt his tongue, so I opened my mouth. He pushed his tongue in my mouth and went wild. His tongue went all over the inside of my mouth. We were both groaning. He wrapped his arms around me and I wrapped mine around him. Finally he pulled back, sucking on my bottom lip before letting go. He smiled at me and then he ran his fingers through my hair. We just smiled at each other for a while. Then he leaned down and nuzzled my neck and behind my ear. I moaned.

He looked at me and said "Jamie, you're the one I want. I know that now."

"I love you so much, Owen. I always have."

"I love you too," he said.

I leaned my head against him. I just started crying.

Owen said "I hope those are happy tears."

I sniffed and looked up at him and said "No, you're standing on my foot. Of course, they are."

I said "I really thought I was going to have to spend the next umpteen years trying to find someone half as good as you." I wrapped my arms around him tighter. He kissed me again, more gently this time.

He pulled back from my and lifted his short over his head and off. I looked at his hairy chest I loved so much. He started unbuttoning my shirt. I started to help and he stopped me. "Let me do it, Jamie," he said.

I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I still felt unsure. I started to reach my hand out towards his chest. He said to me "Go ahead, baby. I'm all yours. And you're mine. If you want to touch me, touch me. I want you to. If we're alone and you want my cock, just go for it. You don't need to ask for permission."

I ran my fingers through the hair on his chest and loved the feeling. I rubbed one of his nipples and felt it harden under my fingers. He grabbed our shirts off the floor and said "Let's go to my bedroom." He smiled at me and took my hand. We walked together to his bedroom. He started taking off his pants, so I did too. As soon as we were both naked he told me to get in the bed and lie on my back. I leaned back with my head on his pillow. I stared at his naked body hungrily. His hard cock was sticking out of a dense patch of pubes. The head was wet. He got on the bed on his knees straddling me. He pressed his dick down so it was pointed at me.

He said "This is yours now, Jamie. Do you like it?"

I moaned and leaned up to it. I licked the head. As I pulled my tongue back, a string of his precome still connected my tongue to his cock.

Owen said "Is that all you want Jamie? Just one little lick?" He was making me wild! I lunged forward and took him in my mouth. He said "Whoa there!!! Watch the teeth, watch the teeth!" Yikes! I was a little too eager.

I pulled back and said "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" I was horrified that I'd hurt him.

He lay down next to me and stroked my hair. He said "No baby, you didn't hurt me, but I could feel them. I think I just rushed things a little. You've never given a blow job and neither have I for that matter." He smiled at me. "We're both newbies. To tell you the truth, I'm glad I'm your first. So don't feel bad. We'll figure all this out. Together."

I stroked his cheek. I said "I like it when you call me baby. But don't let it slip out around our parents."

He looked thoughtful. "Yeah, you're right. I really hate it that we have to hide it from them."

"I do too. But I'm afraid. If your parents moved because we were too close to each other, it's hard to see why they would welcome us becoming even closer than we were before they moved."

Owen sighed and said "Well at least we still live close to each other. That will definitely make it easier to get together."

I smiled at him and said "In a way, we're just like Romeo and Juliet only without the death and dying."

Owen said "And instead of feuding parents, our parents are best friends and possibly had sex together. Go figure."

We just laid there and talked, occasionally kissing. I finally had the opportunity to discover Owen's body, so I spent a while doing that. I felt his balls, stroked his cock, sucked on his nipples, felt his muscles; all the things I'd longed to do.

After a while though I started to wonder: this happened so fast. Could it `unhappen'?

Finally I said "Owen, I've told you how I feel about. I've felt this way for a long time. I know my feelings are not going to change soon, or really, ever. But your feelings...this is so sudden. Are you sure this is what you want? Can you really be sure in such a short amount of time?"

Owen said "Sudden?" Then he paused before saying "I think mentally I was only thinking of you and our relationship as it had been when we were younger. Then as I realized we could have more, that you and I can have a fantastic sexual relationship as well...well it seems perfect to me. I've always loved you and I won't stop."

Owen leaned over and licked my dick from base to the head. I moaned. It felt incredible. Then he took my balls in his mouth and sucked on them. "Oh god, Owen. That feels so fantastic." He went back to licking my cock a couple of times and then took my entire dick into his mouth. He bobbed up and down on it a few times while I moaned. I was getting close when he pulled back and asked me how it was. I told him it was incredible. He looked kind of smug and proud.

I said "Owen, I want to make you come."

"Go for it babe," he said, smiling at me. He lay on his back. I rested my cheek on his belly and stroked his cock slowly. A drop of precome formed on the head and I licked it off. I liked the taste. A second later another drop formed so I licked it off too. I decided to just suck on the head while I stroked the rest of it. So I did that running my tongue all over the head of his cock. I had Owen moaning and calling my name. "Oh, Jamie. That's fantastic, but you're about to get a mouthful of come." That was fine with me. I wanted his come. I kept sucking and stroking and a few seconds later he called out my name and he began spurting in my mouth. I gulped his come down. There was a lot of it. After he'd finished coming, I milked the last drops of come out of his dick and licked them up. I liked the taste.

I laid my head back on the pillow and asked if I had done it OK. He kissed me gently and told me it was wonderful.

Then he said "Jamie, that time I had sex with that girl. After I came, I practically ran out of there. I couldn't wait to get away. I don't know if she came or not and I didn't stop to ask. Which is bad, I know. But with you, I want to hold you and kiss you and never let you go." I felt so happy!

"By the way," he asked. "How was my come? I've never tasted it."

I said "I really liked the taste. It was kind of salty and kind of sweet." I smiled at him and said "I'm going to want lots more of it. Will you mind, terribly?"

He laughed and said he might be willing to put up with it. "I meant what I said earlier. If you want it and we're alone, go for it."

"Now, it's my turn or your turn...I'm not sure." He moved down between my legs. He wrapped one hand around my balls and then started sucking my dick. It felt wonderful and I told him so. After only a few seconds though I was ready to come.

"Owen, I'm real close." He kept going. I screamed "Owen!" and came. He surprised me by swallowing. I really thought he would pull back. I lay there panting. It was incredible.

He let go of my dick and said "Not bad...unusual taste", he said smacking his lips "but not bad at all."

He laid on his side and pulled me to him on my side, so we were spooning. He left his arms wrapped around me and nuzzled my neck. After a few minutes he sighed. I turned around and looked at him. He looked really happy. I stroked the hair on the side of his head.

Owen said "I'm sure now Jamie."

I said "Sure of us?"

"Sure of everything. I'm sure I'm gay and I'm sure you are the one I want." I smiled and kissed him gently.

"I wish we could sleep together," he continued. "But it will probably be years before we can do what we like."

"That's OK" I said. "You're only a couple of miles away. We'll be able to get together all the time."

He said "It really irritates me that we have to hide this. You'd think, considering our families' history that it wouldn't be an issue at all. But I'll be honest. It terrifies me to think what they would do. Sure eventually we will be able to make our own choices and it won't matter what they think, but I don't want to lose you. I want you at my side. Now, and always."

"Oh, Owen. I love you so much," I told him.

My cell phone rang. I got out of bed and got it out of my pants. It was my mom. I answered "Hi Mom."

She sobbed into the phone "Jamie, you two need to come home."

"What is it, Mom?" I asked her. I was terrified.

She said "I'll tell you when you get here."

I said "We aren't far. We'll be there in a few minutes." She hung up.

I told Owen what she said. We threw on our clothes.

"I wonder if it's Dad. Maybe he had a heart attack!" I said.

"There's no way of knowing," Owen said. "I'm just glad we aren't 120 miles away."

We walked to the garage door. He set the alarm and I grabbed the chicken. I had a feeling this chicken wasn't ever going to be eaten. We got in the car and drove to my house.

Owen parked the car at the curb and we ran inside. I called out "Mom...Dad?"

My dad's voice said "We're in the kitchen."

We went in there. Mom was crying and hugging dad. Dad had been crying too. Owen said "What happened?" I was really getting freaked out.

Dad said "We got a call from the Colorado Highway Patrol." My heart sunk. Owen's parents were in Colorado. Dad continued "There was an accident on the highway. Owen...your parents...Jack and Janice both died."

Oh god, Owen's parents! My aunt and uncle! I went to hug him. We cried there in the kitchen for a while. I really don't know how long.

Finally Owen and I sat at the kitchen table with my mom and dad. After a while we just looked at each other. There really wasn't anything to say. His parents weren't injured. It wasn't ever going to get better. It was...all over.

Finally I took Owen's hand and said "Owen, I am so glad you weren't with them. I don't think I could handle it if you had died too."

After a while Owen said he was going to lie down and went into my bedroom. I followed him in there. I felt so helpless. I wanted to do something, say something to make it better. But I couldn't think of anything. I cried in there with him.

After a while I was all cried out. I went back into the kitchen where my mom and dad were sitting at the table. I got a glass of water and sat down with them. "What's going to happen to Owen?" I asked them.

Dad said "We'll file for custody of Owen. We're his god parents, but that doesn't mean anything legally. I'm also the executor of his parents' will. We're named as guardians in it. I don't think it will be contested."

I drank my water and my mom asked if I wanted anything to eat. The thought of food made me sick so I told her no.

"I feel so helpless. I wish there was something I could do," I said.

My mom said "We feel the same, but there's nothing any of us can do except help Owen. You and he are so close. You need to stick by him." She continued "I'm worried about him. Teenagers commit suicide over things much less traumatic than this." Oh God. Please not Owen. I said a prayer for help.

She said to my dad "He may need to see a counselor or psychologist to help him deal with it." Dad nodded his head.

He turned to me and said "You know Owen better than anyone else. What do you think?" I said that I didn't think he would commit suicide, but I really had no idea what affect this would have on him. I told them he'd seemed depressed yesterday, but not today. Was it just a few minutes ago that we were both so happy?

My dad said "What was he depressed about?" I told him about the pressure to get a scholarship and play football and how he didn't have time for friends. I even mentioned about the CEO talk. Dad just shook his head. He said "You know kids have a way of taking everything literally. I'm sure Jack didn't mean he expected Owen to be a CEO; he was probably just using it as an example or something. Jack was so proud of Owen. We both knew it. I wish he had told Owen. He'll never have the chance now."

"And on that note I will tell you: you are a fine person and I'm proud as heck of you," Dad said. "You've never given your mother or me any cause to be any less than completely proud of you."

I walked over to Dad, hugged him and said thank you. He said "We know you're gay, or you think you're gay and it doesn't matter. We love you exactly the way you are and wouldn't want to change a thing about you." I hugged them both.

I went back into my bedroom. Owen was asleep or at least his eyes were closed and he wasn't crying. I lay down on my side next to him and put my arm over him. I fell asleep. When I woke up I was still on my side and Owen was facing me, our foreheads touching. He gave me a sad little smile. I asked him if he wanted anything to eat. He said no. I still wasn't hungry either so I wasn't surprised. I told him I was going to get him a glass of water.

I went into the kitchen and dad was at the table with his laptop. I got Owen's water and sat at the table. Dad said "Well Owen definitely won't have to worry about a scholarship. His parents have left him very well provided for. Jack had a two million dollar life insurance policy. Janice was insured for one million. I know they have a lot saved and invested. Plus they don't have a mortgage on their house, so Owen owns the house outright. I know Janice inherited a large amount when her mother died."

I sat there stunned. My mind was boggled! I just said "Wow!" and left to take Owen his water.

I gave Owen his water. He drank it and asked me if I wanted to watch TV. I said sure. I turned it on and gave him the remote. He looked at me and I patted my bed. I scooted over a little. He joined me in my bed and I put my arm around him. He leaned his head on my shoulder and sighed. I said "You know we all love you, don't you? Not just me. You won't do anything drastic like trying to take your own life, will you? You're the most important person in the world to me."

"I wouldn't do that. I know exactly how awful you would feel if I did," he said. "And now that I have you back in my life Jamie, I'm not letting go. I feel so guilty..." he said and paused. "A few minutes ago I was thinking `Now they can't take you away from me'. Isn't that terrible?"

I was surprised he was thinking of me at a time like this, but I guess this was proof he really was in love with me.

I said "I don't know if it's terrible. I think it would be if you were glad they're dead. Maybe your mind is just trying to find something positive about it. We all would like to do that. Like when I said I was glad you weren't with them. It's the only good thing I could think of. But now we will be together and I'm glad about that too." I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"You're going to live here, you know. That is unless you don't want to... My parents are named your guardians in your parents' will," I told him.

"I just assumed that," Owen said. "My mom has a sister in Alaska and there's no way I want to move there. I haven't seen her in years."

"Are you sure your parents want me here?" he asked me.

"Oh hell yes, Owen," I said. "They really consider you family."

He laid his head on my chest. Neither of us was watching TV. I stroked his head softly. I didn't care if Mom or Dad saw me. I guessed that our worries that they would try to separate us were over. He lived here now.

I said "I guess you'll need to decide whether you want to keep your house while you're living here."

He turned his head and looked at me. He said "That's right...I guess I now own a house... This all seems so unreal. How am I supposed to pay to keep up the house? I guess it will have to be sold."

I said "It seems you are quite wealthy now."

He looked at me like I was crazy and said "Right...I have $247 in a bank account. Let's not spend it all in one place."

I said "I heard three million dollars from life insurance alone."

"You're kidding me," he said.

"No, I'm not," I said.

"Now it seems even more unreal," he told me.

I leaned forward and kissed him quickly and said "That's real. Absolutely genuine love."

He sighed again and put his head back on my chest. I began stroking his hair again.

My mom looked in the door and saw what I was doing. I didn't stop stroking Owen's head. She gave me a little smile and left.

After I few minutes I could tell he fell asleep. I kept stroking him though.

I looked at him and wondered at how odd it was that the happiest and the saddest day of my life should be the same.

I fell asleep again and when I woke up Owen wasn't there. Then I heard the toilet flush. He walked back in the room and said "I've got to get out of the house. I think I'll go for a run. Do you want to go?"

"Sure," I said. I went and used the bathroom. Then I changed to a t-shirt and put on my running shoes. My dad was in the den on the sofa with his laptop. I told him Owen wanted to get out of the house and we were going running.

"That sounds like a good idea," Dad said.

We left the house and I asked where he wanted to go. He said "Do you want to run to the river?" Yikes! That was about five miles. I told him I'd try to keep up with him. We stretched a little and then took off.

It was nice being out in the sunshine. It was really a beautiful day, weather-wise.

Unfortunately to get to the river we had to cross several major roads as well as one highway. But I was glad to be with Owen and I seemed to be keeping up with him.

When we stopped at one of the red lights I looked over at him. He was sweaty and looked awesome. He smiled at me and I grinned back at him. He said "It's a little harder to be depressed on such a beautiful day and with you by my side." The light changed and we kept going. We finally got to the river and I was starting to struggle. The road we were running along went over the river. Owen walked down the grass embankment heading toward the river. Right before we got to the water he turned and walked under the bridge. Then he stopped. I walked up to him. He pulled me to him and kissed me. I opened my mouth and we french kissed.

After a minute I pulled back and smiled at him. "This is nice," I said. I looked around. "Have you ever been under here?" We were under the bridge and would hear a car going overhead occasionally.

"Nope," he said. "I just wanted somewhere private where I could kiss my baby."

"Where is she?" I hoped Owen felt like joking...

"I left her here somewhere. She was dressed like a chicken. I mean chick." YES!

It was mostly dirt under the bridge so we really couldn't sit down. There was also some broken glass. I looked around some more and said "Hey! Look over there!" I pointed to where some bats were roosting under the road. There were about twenty of them. It was hard to see much detail because the road was about twenty five feet above us and it was dark where they were. We looked around a little more but didn't see much. There was some fishing line and a few broken lures. Owen found a used condom, picked it up and showed it to me. I was trying to figure out what it was. I thought it was a balloon. Owen laughed and said "So sweet, so innocent..." When he told me what it was, I was so embarrassed I'm sure I was blushing. But hey! I didn't exactly have a lot of experience with the things!

I looked at Owen. He seemed like he was really trying not to laugh. I started to get irritated, but then I remembered what had happened and I was glad he felt like laughing. So I said "So is it possible to twist a condom into a poodle too?"

Owen laughed and said "Or an x rated giraffe."

But then I could see the exact moment he remembered his parents. His face just fell.

"Are you ready to head back?" I asked him. He was, so we started back. I realized then that we had both forgotten to bring our cell phones. Oh well, there's nothing we can do about it now, I thought.

We walked back part of the way and when Owen thought no one else was around, he held my hand. It made me so happy that he didn't even want to wait until we got home.

When we got home, I looked for my parents and Owen went into my (our?) bedroom. Mom was in my parents' bedroom on the phone. She was a mess. Her eyes were red and puffy and her hair was messed up. She put her hand over the received and said "Are you hungry?" I told her a little but I wanted to get a shower. "See if Owen wants anything to eat," she said. "And both of you need to drink plenty of water. Between the seating and the crying, I don't want you getting dehydrated."

I went into the kitchen and got a couple of bottles of water out of the refrigerator. I took them into `our' bedroom.

Owen was in the bathroom. He had taken his shirt off. I went into the bathroom and handed him a bottle of water. He opened it, took a big swig, and said "Thanks Jamie. Just what I was wanting." I smiled at him and drank some of my water.

He walked over and closed our bedroom door. Then he closed the bathroom door. He turned to me and surprised me by saying "Let's take a shower together." That sounded great! But I wondered if it was a good idea with my parents in the house.

I feel very guilty for the next part. It was inappropriate so soon after Owen's parents died. I know. All I can say is Owen drove all other thoughts out of my mind.

Owen pulled off his shorts and I saw he was wearing a jock-strap. God he looked so hot! I walked up to him and knelt in front of him. I wanted to smell him in his jock- strap. I pressed my face into the side of his pouch and took a deep sniff. Oh, it was wonderful!

I thought briefly of the time I'd seen Coach Robinson in nothing but a jockstrap, the man with the bulging muscles and the hairy torso. He had looked incredible, but this...this was mine! Owen's cock quickly got hard and pulled the jockstrap away from his groin. I pressed my face closer and kicked at his sweaty balls and the base of his cock.

Owen was moaning my name "Jamie...Jamie...Jamie..."

I pulled his jockstrap down. His cock slapped up against his belly. I pulled it down. I took it in my mouth, gently, watching my teeth. I could taste his sweat, but I liked it. I looked up at him. His eyes were half-closed as he looked at me. He took my head in his hands and began thrusting into my mouth. He was only thrusting the head in, and I wanted more so I began bobbing my head until the head of his dick was rubbing the back of my throat. He got the idea, and went back to holding my head still and fucking my mouth. His balls were bouncing lightly against my chin. I remembered how good it had felt when he pulled on my balls, so I wrapped one of my hands around his balls and tugged down on them.

Owen said "Oh...fuck..." and his come began spurting in my mouth. He held my head still and his body was jerking with little spasms as he came. As his cock softened, he pulled me up and kissed me passionately. Then he pulled back. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was smiling tenderly at me.

He said "Jamie, I wouldn't have thought it was possible, but I think I love you even more now." I closed my eyes and started crying. I hugged him as hard as I could.

"Come on, let's get showered," he said. He pulled his socks off and I got undressed. He turned to face the shower and I saw his butt for the first time. It was muscular and hairy and...wonderful.

I moaned and knelt back down behind him. Owen looked back and said "What?" I pulled his ass cheeks apart and buried my face in his ass. The smell! It was like concentrated Owen. I pushed my face in and ran it up and down, and side to side. Owen said "Fuck...fuck...fuck..." I didn't lick it, although I thought about it. I just rubbed my face in it.

Owen pulled me up and said "I take back what I said about you being sweet and innocent."

I said "I'm a virgin. How much more innocent can I be?" I batted my eyes at him.

He whispered "Not for much longer, baby!"

Then he said "Come on". He took my hand and we went into the shower. He got the water the right temperature. Then he took a wash cloth, put some body wash on it and washed me all over. It felt so nice, I let him. Once I was all soapy, he squirted some more body wash into his hand and rubbed it onto both hands. Then with one hand he reached down to my butt. He very slowly pushed his finger into me. He wrapped his other hand around my dick and started stroking it. I leaned back against him and moaned.

"Do you like that, Jamie?" he said. I looked up at him. He pushed his tongue in my mouth. While he was kissing me he pushed a second finger into me. It hurt, but the kissing, finger fucking and stroking sent me over the edge. I moaned into his mouth and shot my load. He pulled his fingers out and we finished our shower.

We dried each other off and walked into our bedroom and got dressed. I went into the bathroom to put the towels and our dirty clothes in the hamper. When I went back in the bedroom, Owen was looking at the floor. I looked to see what he was looking at and then I realized why. It came and smacked me in the face again too. They were dead and we would never see them again.

I sat next to Owen and put my arm around him. We sat there for a while. Finally I said "Can I get you something to eat? You haven't eaten."

"Yeah, I guess a little. I'm not real hungry." he said.

I got up and went into the kitchen. Owen followed me and sat at the table. I decided to see if Mom or Dad wanted anything. My Dad was in the den using his laptop. His eyes were all red, no doubt from crying. I asked him if he wanted anything to eat and he said "I guess. What did you have in mind?"

I said "We still have the fried chicken Owen and I bought for lunch. I thought I'd make a salad and some mashed potatoes."

"That sounds fine," he said. Then he added "Your mother is sleeping. She's...not handling it well. She and Janice have been friends their whole lives, like you and Owen. I suggested she take a sleeping pill, so she'll probably sleep through the night."

I walked back into the kitchen. I turned the oven on and walked to the refrigerator. I got the chicken out. I also got some cherry tomatoes, a red onion, and two cucumbers out of the veggie bin and put them on the counter too. We were out of lettuce. I looked over at Owen and he was watching me. I walked back to the fridge and got a bottle of water out. I got a glass, put some ice in it and then poured the water into it. I handed the glass to Owen.

I didn't feel up to making mashed potatoes from scratch so I pulled out a pan for instant potatoes.

Dad walked into the kitchen then and asked Owen to come into the den. They both left the kitchen. I wondered about it, but there was a lot to discuss. I guessed they were getting started.

I knew we weren't very hungry and fast food fried chicken wasn't all that appealing so I decided to dress everything up a little to tempt Owen to eat.

I diced part of the onion, sliced the cucumbers and the tomatoes and then mixed them together. I made some dressing out of white vinegar, water, olive oil and some Greek seasoning mix. I stirred it and tasted it. I stirred it and then poured it immediately over the onions, cucumbers, and tomatoes before it had a chance to separate. I put the bowl with the salad in the fridge.

I opened the chicken boxes and threw away the coleslaw. It had been sitting out for hours and I didn't want to risk it. I took the two little bags of french fries and threw them in the backyard for the birds. I put the chicken in the oven to reheat. Once I'd finished the mashed potatoes. I microwaved some bacon and shredded some cheddar cheese. I decided to dress the chicken a little. We had oregano, basil, thyme, and rosemary from my herb garden in our back yard. I mixed a little of each in a little olive oil. I brushed the herbs and olive oil over the chicken. Then I put the chicken back in the oven.

There wasn't much else to do once I'd put dishes on the table, so I sat at the kitchen table and waited for Owen and my Dad. The chicken started to smell good. It had been in there a while, so I checked on it. It looked fine, but I turned the oven off.

I'd taken up cooking a year prior to this. Mom and Dad were both working long hours and we were mostly eating takeout. It was summer and I was bored since Owen wasn't around, so I thought I'd give cooking a try. I found out I liked it and my parents really seemed to enjoy eating what I made. I shocked the heck out of them one day when I told them I'd made a seafood quiche for dinner. I got all my recipes off the Internet. I didn't watch cooking shows on TV because they'd spend thirty minutes telling you how to do something that could be described in a single paragraph. I kept wanting to scream 'Get on with it!' The past spring I decided to plant an herb garden so I'd have fresh herbs to cook with.

My parents were under the impression that everything I cooked was a success when, in fact, I destroyed all evidence of the failures. It went out in the field behind the house. We had very well fed wildlife, especially at first. That or maybe they all had indigestion.

I was starting to think I would have to reheat the potatoes, which wasn't going to help the instant mashed potatoes one bit when Owen and my father came back into the kitchen. Owen looked thoughtful. Then Owen said "Wow, is that the fried chicken I smell? It smells awesome!"

My dad said "Oh, that's right! You didn't know Jamie has become quite the chef."

I said "Yes, and I'm going to make some man a dandy husband."

Owen said "Oh, really?" He was smiling.

I spooned the mashed potatoes onto three plates. Then I sprinkled the shredded cheddar on them and sprinkled minced bacon on top of that. I got the salad bowl out of the fridge and put a couple of serving spoons in it and put it on the table. I took the chicken out of the oven, put it on a plate and put it on the table too.

I sat down and then remembered drinks. I got back up and asked them what they wanted. Dad said he wanted a beer. Owen said he wanted a beer too, but a coke would be fine. I looked at Dad.

He said "Normally I might consider it, but alcohol depresses some people and I don't think today is a good day for you to get more depressed."

I got a bottle of beer out of the fridge and asked Dad if he wanted a glass. He said no, the bottle was fine.

I got cokes for Owen and me and sat down next to Owen.

There were six pieces of chicken. I only wanted one piece. Owen took two pieces but my dad told him to take another. Dad took the last two pieces.

It all turned out well and they seemed to enjoy it. I really didn't value Mom and Dad's opinions on my cooking. I wondered if they liked it only because I made it or because it meant they didn't have to do it. I really cared what Owen thought, but I was afraid to ask. In any case though, I thought it all turned out well.

Dad complimented me on it and then Owen did too. They were gobbling it down; that was a good sign. Although none of us had eaten much all day, so maybe not...

When Owen finished he said "You know I think I'm getting jealous of this husband of yours. I've known you longest; I think you should cook for me."

Dad laughed. Owen was making me nervous talking like that, but I guess Dad wasn't making anything of it.

Dad finished too and pushed away from the table. "I'm going to check on your mom," he said as he left.

Owen turned to me and said softly "That was really good, Jamie! I had no idea you were so talented. Too bad that chicken place doesn't have your recipe. Their chicken isn't anywhere as good as this."

I said "Thanks! And I will cook for you. Just don't tell my husband!" He smiled.

After a bit I asked "What did Dad say to you? If you feel like talking about it, that is..."

Owen sighed and said "He said my parents wanted to be cremated. He asked if I wanted to keep the ashes or have them stored somewhere. He said cemeteries and a lot of churches have places for them." He was about to cry and I wished I hadn't asked.

"Have you decided yet?" I asked.

He sighed again and said "I think I'll keep them. I can always place them somewhere later if I change my mind. But I think I'd like to have them."

I took his hand under the table. He continued "You father asked what kind of memorial service I would like. I have no idea! I don't know anything about memorial services! I didn't even know there are different kinds. I asked him if he would mind deciding all that and he said that was fine. We don't know yet when it will be. With cremations, you don't have to rush it as much as when..." He started crying. I hugged him.

I asked if he wanted to lie down or watch TV while I did the dishes. He nodded and left. It only took a few minutes and then I went looking for him. He was in the bedroom on my bed. I went and lay down beside him. He asked if I had a DVD player attached to my TV. I told him I didn't. We had one in the den and I usually watched movies in there. He said "There's one in my bedroom. I can bring it tomorrow from my house, if you want."

I said "Sure! Now that you're here, it'll be great watching them from the bed together."

He smiled and then he whispered "I wish I could just kiss you. It's going to be difficult keeping 'us' from them."

"I know," I said. "I don't know what else we can do though. I can't imagine Mom talking it well. I can just hear her saying "He's in frigging GRADE SCHOOL!"

Owen moaned and put his face in his hands. He said "Oh god. She's right! You are in grade school! I could go to jail! God, how could I forget?"

I said urgently "Owen, stop it! I'm sure you know I'm not the first fourteen year old to have sex."

Owen said "I don't think that argument will carry much weight with your parents or with a judge."

I continued "Look, I've always done things at your age level. When we were younger I always thought of you as just being taller than me. The age difference didn't matter to us or our parents."

Owen said "I know that, but this...is very different. What if your parents decide they don't want me around after they find out? Where will I go? I may have money on paper somewhere, but all I can get to is that $247."

Then Dad said "After we find out what?" from the doorway. Shit, shit, shit, crap, shit!

He came into the room, sat on the other bed and said "So tell me what this terrible secret is that you think will cause your god parents to kick you out in the street. And make it good because short of murder, I have trouble imagining what it could be."

Owen didn't say anything, so I started. "Dad, when Owen came to stay on Saturday, I told him I was gay." Dad nodded. "I also felt very...embarrassed and ashamed around him..." How do you say this stuff to your Dad?

Dad waited. Finally I continued "You see I'd started to have feelings for him. I was pretty sure it was `love' love and not brotherly love. And now I am sure."

Dad said "I see. There has to be little more than that. I have to say I considered that inevitable once I began to think you are both gay. Even though you haven't seen that much of Owen lately, you still manage to mention his name two or three times a day." Oh, I was embarrassed again. Dad continued "Plus Owen is a very good looking young man."

I said "When I told Owen I was gay, he didn't care. When I finally told him I thought I loved him he didn't mind." I looked at Owen to see if he agreed. He nodded his head yes. "I..." I didn't know how to go on from there.

Owen said "Uncle Ed, I had one experience with a girl about four months ago. I was glad that I had lost my virginity, but I didn't really enjoy the actual...act that much. The girl was pretty and she was nice, so that wasn't it. I started to wonder if I was gay, too. Jamie and I talked about it and after finding out how he knew he was gay, I still wasn't sure. I started to notice how Jamie had changed as he had gotten older. He had become...cute. I never really paid attention to how he looked before. He looked exactly the way he should. So this guy," he pointed at me, "Who I love more than anyone else in the world told me he thinks I'm the handsomest guy alive. I thought 'If I don't have a sexual preference, then I pick Jamie. So...umm...we..." Owen stopped.

Dad said '...Had a test drive." I burst out laughing.

Owen continued "Everything I didn't feel with that girl, I felt with Jamie. It was like in the movies where they show fireworks during a love scene! I felt different afterwards, like I had changed. I don't know - like I was turned inside out or something. I don't know how to say this...." He faltered.

"Well I think you described it pretty well." Dad said. "I'll tell you two the truth. If Jamie were seventeen or even sixteen, I think both Diane and I would be pretty much delighted. I can't imagine Jamie could find a finer person to be with. One he and his mom and I would never have to worry about. BUT...he is only fourteen. He's not even in high school yet. And another thing, I'm not sure you can really come to the conclusions you have based on one time, not that I'm in any way suggesting you do it a second time." At this point I'm sure I turned red and probably Owen too, but I didn't look. "Dad continued "I see that you have in fact done it twice." Oh god, what could I say! I put my face in my hands. "OK...," Dad sighed and continued. "You've been at it like bunnies." I kind of choked out a laugh.

Dad sighed again and said "Well, I guess there's no point in closing the barn door now." Dad leaned his head back and said "Oh, god. What a day, what a day... I'm really ready for it to end!"

Dad started to turn away. I stopped him by saying "Dad, please tell Owen you're not kicking him out. Please!"

Dad walked up to Owen and hugged him. He said "Owen, you're the one I would have picked for Jamie if it had been up to me. BUT your timing stinks!"

Then he said "Owen, come out here a minute." He walked out of the room and Owen followed him. They came back only a couple of minutes later. Owen didn't seem worried or upset though.

Dad said "One more thing. Jamie, I want you to stay with Owen tomorrow, Tuesday and Wednesday and possibly Thursday as well. I don't want Owen alone for the next few days. This is all going to come crashing down on him and I don't want him alone. I'm sure you won't mind." Dad shivered then and said "And I am going to do my level best...not to think about what you two will be up to."

I asked Dad how Mom would take the news. He shivered again and said "What do you think?" I had no idea. I thought he would be furious and he didn't even seem that mad about it. Dad continued "I'll mention the upsides: we won't have to worry about you contracting HIV, Hepatitis C, Hepatitis B, HPV, Chlamydia, CMV, Herpes, and more...that's all I can think of now. If that still doesn't work, I'll mention Juliet." I must have looked confused. He said "From Romeo and Juliet. She was thirteen and your mother doesn't mind that. Mind you, I'm expecting fireworks, and not your kind, Owen, but we'll see." Then he smiled at us and left the room shaking his head.

I turned to Owen and kissed him deeply. Afterwards Owen said with tears in his eyes "I can't believe it Jamie! You're mine and we don't have to hide it! Well, maybe from your mother..."

I asked him what Dad said to him when they left the room. Owen said "He asked me about my sexual activity before you. I told him it was the one girl. He asked me if we had safe sex and I told I used a condom. He asked if we exchanged saliva. I said like kissing? He said yes. I told him we had kissed but it wasn't open mouth." At that point I got to thinking that the girl he had sex with had not had a good time. "I told him the whole thing only lasted a few minutes. I didn't tell him, but most of that was trying to put on the condom. I'd never done it before...or since, for that matter. Anyway, he seemed pleased but he told me he wants me to get an HIV test tomorrow. If I'm positive, then you'll be tested."

I said "I thought that was the whole point of using a condom. You know, to keep from getting HIV."

Owen said "I guess there's still a little risk. I know they can break, but mine didn't. Or maybe he's just playing it safe. I think it's a very good idea. I wish I'd thought of it."

"Owen, have I mentioned lately that I love you?"

He kissed me and said "And I love you too."

I asked "Did you really mean what you said to Dad about how you felt when we did it? Or were you exaggerating?"

"I meant every word of it, Jamie," he said. "It's been the same every time. Just kissing you is incredible."

"I'm glad it's not just me feeling that way," I said. "I keep thinking of you as straight though."

Owen smiled and said "Nope! I'm gay! Yay! And I have a cute sweet lover who I've loved my entire life." He then kissed me again. He pushed his tongue in my mouth and it was wonderful. 'Umm...saliva exchange'! I thought.

I had to stifle a yawn. I guess he could tell because he said. "I think it's time for bed, young man."

I looked at him and decided to be kind of daring. I said "Yes, daddy. Are you going to fuck me tonight first?"

Owen laughed once and then stared at me. He said "I can't believe you said that! You are a nasty little boy aren't you? But seriously, I want to get tested first."

"I was just kidding anyway. I'm really beat!" I told him.

I said "I guess you're staying home the next few days."

"Oh yeah. Your dad told me that earlier. There are going to be lots of questions about arrangements, you know, for my parents. Then there's the whole custody thing, and he thought I may need to go with him to a lawyer. Anyway, he figured it didn't make any sense for me to be getting called out of classes all day. And apparently nobody is going to expect me to be there anyway. He's not sure how much he'll be able to do tomorrow, with the holiday and all."

"Come on," he said. "Let's brush our teeth and get to bed."

We went in the bathroom and both brushed our teeth at the same time at the sink. After we rinsed, he kissed me again and said "Ummm, minty, nasty little boy..."

We both got undressed. I turned out the light. I told him I would be glad when we could sleep together. He said he guessed it wouldn't be too long until we could.

"Night, Owen" I said.

"Good night, Jamie"

Then we both said "I love you" at the same time and we both laughed.

I don't think I ever fell asleep faster.

Four

Monday

A noise woke me. It was Owen, sobbing. I looked over and in the dark, it looked like he was curled up in a ball on the bed. I got in his bed and hugged him. After a few minutes he told he had a dream about his father and mother and then he woke up and remembered he'd never see them again. I started crying too. I hugged him tighter and I guess I fell asleep again. I woke up cold, so I got a blanket out of the closet and put it over us. The next thing I knew, Mom has shaking me gently. I was on my side and Owen was spooned behind me. His arms were wrapped around me and his leg was over me. Mom motioned me to follow her and left the room. I tried to gently pull myself away, but Owen woke up and said "Are you getting up?"

I said "My mom wants to talk to me. Go back to sleep."

I looked at the clock. It was just after seven.

Mom was in the hall. She said "What happened last night? How did you end up in Owen's bed?"

I told her about waking up to Owen crying. We both had tears in our eyes. "I didn't know what else to do! I just hugged him and fell asleep. I guess it worked because I didn't wake up to any more crying."

Mom said "You did the right thing, honey." Then she added "You know, you two looked so cute together. You both had little smiles on your faces. But I guess you're too old to want to hear you mother tell you you're cute."

I looked at Mom and said "How are you holding up?"

"About as well as can be expected. In other words, not that well. Janice and I met in the second grade..." She started crying again. I wondered if I should have asked or not.

She pulled herself together and said "Thank God today is a holiday. There's no way I could work today.

"Why don't you go back to sleep. There's nothing you need to do."

I went back in the bedroom and got back in Owen's bed. He wrapped his arms around me and said "Morning Jamie. Thanks...for last night. I woke up and felt so all alone. But then you reminded me I wasn't."

I flipped over so I was facing him. I said "Owen, I just wish there was more I could do. I love you so much. I will always be there for you."

"Jamie, just being here with you helps, believe me."

I stroked his cheek. It was all stubbly. Then I stroked the side of his head. Owen closed his eyes and sighed. We just lay there for a while. Finally I said "Do you want to go back to sleep?"

Owen said "No, I'm awake."

Owen got up and walked into the bathroom. He called out "Do you think we'll be going anywhere I need to shave for?"

"I have no idea. You can always shave later if you need to."

"Come in here a sec."

I got up and walked into the bathroom. Owen closed the door and backed me into it. Again. I was starting to love that door!

He said softly "And what is your preference? Would you rather I was clean shaven?"

"I like you all stubbly." I stroked his cheek.

He pressed his mouth to mine. He pushed his tongue in my mouth and kissed me slowly.

After a while he pulled away and said "Maybe we can get away somewhere today where we don't have to worry about your parents."

My first thought was we could go to his house again, but that seemed wrong somehow. "We could drive somewhere and make out in your car. I need the practice. I have a hot date next week."

"Anyone I know?"

"His name is George. He's a Labrador."

"Are you going in his car?"

"He drives a truck. He likes to hunt. Well, retrieve, actually."

"I suppose if you're already going to start cheating on me, bestiality is best."

"Yes. That's what I thought. After all bestiality starts with B E S T."

Owen stroked my cheek and said "George is a very lucky man, er, dog. Make him buy you dinner. And don't settle for dry food."

"Even if it makes its own gravy?" I asked.

"It's not really gravy. I looked at the ingredients on the bag. Gravy is not listed."

We both laughed. I just remembered his dog died a couple of years ago, so a change of subject was needed.

"We could go walking in the woods. What's left of them, anyway."

"That sounds great!"

We left the bathroom and got dressed.

"Do you want coffee?"

"Absolutely."

We walked into the kitchen. There was already coffee made. I got a couple of mugs and poured coffee in them. Not much in mine. I use a lot of cream. Then I mine on the table and handed Owen the other. I got the half and half out of the refrigerator and put the carton on the table.

"We still have cinnamon rolls I can heat or I can make you breakfast."

"I'm not really that hungry. Just zap me a cinnamon roll in the microwave."

I heated one for each of us. We sat at the table and ate them, smiling at each other. We really couldn't say anything intimate since my mom and dad were in the house.

Owen got a very sad look on his face. I knew what he was thinking about.

"They've built houses on about half of the land behind us," I said.

"That's really sad," he said. "Do you know if there are any deer left?"

"I haven't seen one in a while. Last week I saw a mother raccoon with three little kits following her. I almost jumped up to take a picture of them with my phone, but decided it would freak them out."

Owen said "Yeah, you might have given them a lifelong fear of cell phones." We both laughed.

I got up and said "I'm going to see how Mom is doing."

I checked the den and she wasn't there. I looked in my parents' bedroom and Mom was there looking in a photo album. I'm sure she was looking at photos of Aunt Janice. Her eyes were red but she wasn't crying.

"Can I get you anything, Mom?"

"No thanks. How's Owen?"

"He's doing OK. Mom, I need to ask you something. When Owen starts to get sad, should I try to distract him by changing the subject? Or should I just let him be and cry with him?"

She thought for a minute and said "I have no idea, really. I guess though that he will have his whole life to grieve for his parents. So changing the subject can't do any harm. There's nothing wrong with trying to cheer someone up. And there's not going to be any way to cheer him up other than by changing the subject." I felt better about it. I really had no idea what I should be doing for Owen.

I went back in the kitchen. Owen and I ate our rolls and drank our coffee. At one point Owen winked at me and my dick got hard! That was a first! He mouthed "I love you." I mouthed "I love George." He looked at me questioningly. I said "George". He laughed.

When we finished I asked him if he was ready. I put the dishes in the dishwasher and we went out the back door. He looked over at his old backyard.

"Hey, our tree is doing great!" We had dug up a small oak tree we found in the woods and planted it in his backyard. The tree was about twelve feet tall now and was starting to spread horizontally.

I said "For a while after you moved, I would sneak over there when no one was home and fertilize it. I was worried about getting caught though. 'Police officer! We found this thug fertilizing our tree!'" We both laughed.

We walked out the back gate and started our hike. We didn't see much besides the trees. When we were out of sight of the houses, Owen pulled me to him and kissed me. He sat on a fallen log and I sat next to him.

"Remember when we couldn't come even this far? If we couldn't see our houses, it was too far!

"This is so nice. Being out here with you again. I think it's even better, in a way. It doesn't seem as mysterious as it did then, but now I'm here with my lover and my best friend." I got tears in my eyes. He continued "As a matter of fact, if it wasn't for the poison ivy, assorted insects, broken branches, and broken beer bottles I'd push you to the ground and make love to you."

I laughed and said "And I suppose I would be under you, cushioning you from the mess."

"Of course. It was my idea. But we won't do it because the insects and possibly the poison ivy could still reach me."

We sat there on the log. He had his arm around me and I rested my head against him. We sat there for several minutes.

"Jamie, don't move suddenly, but look to the north east." I looked in that direction. Then I saw: it was a deer, eating. Sitting there with Owen; it was a wonderful moment. I sighed and felt perfectly at peace. After a couple of minutes the deer got spooked and took off.

"You hired her, didn't you? To eat the poison ivy?" I asked.

"Yes. I figured with the poison ivy gone, with bug repellent I might still be able to have my way with you. But she didn't eat it all. I should have offered her more money."

He pulled me closer to him and kissed me. The kiss went on and on. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I rubbed his hard cock while he rubbed mine.

He got up off the log and squatted between my legs. He unzipped my pants and carefully pulled my very stiff dick out. He licked it a few times and then took it completely in his mouth. It felt fantastic! He began bobbing his head on it. After only about a minute I called out his name and came. Owen swallowed everything and then pulled back and looked at me with a big grin. I gasped "Oh, god Owen. That was perfect! Just perfect!"

He got up and sat back down. I squatted between his legs and said "Now I get to suck you!"

Owen said "I was hoping you...or anyone, really...would say that!"

I carefully pulled out his cock and balls. "Anyone, huh?" I licked.

"Umh, anyone."

I sucked on one of his balls briefly and then pulled back and said "Then I'll have to start seeing other people."

"You can invite any of your little class mates over, but stay away from George."

"You'd be amazed at what George can do with his tongue. It's about seven inches long." I gave Owen a long lick. Owen leaned back. Well, at least as far as he could on a log.

I took him back in my mouth and began bobbing on him. After a couple of minutes he said "Oh, Jamie! Oh, baby! Baby!...Aaah!!!" and he spurted in my mouth. The first four blasts hit the back of my mouth with some force. That was really hot! He continued unloading in my mouth as I swallowed.

Finally he pulled me up. His dick was still hard. He kissed me deeply and said "Fuck! I can taste my come in your mouth!"

"It's good, isn't it?" I asked.

"Not as good as yours babe."

"Fuck! I'm still hot for you!" He turned me around to face away from him and said "Get your pants down!" I unbuttoned them and pushed them and my underwear down. Owen pulled me back to him and I felt his face at my butt. He pulled my cheeks apart and I felt his tongue against my hole. That's what it felt like! Wow! Owen was going crazy and it felt fantastic. He was moaning while he did it. Then he reached around and started stroking my dick while he did it.

"Owen!" I came again; shooting on the ground.

I turned around. Owen was jerking his cock. I leaned down to take him in my mouth and lost my balance and fell on him! He almost fell backwards off the log. We both started laughing. He had stopped stroking himself, but I still wanted it! I pulled my pants up and got down on my knees and took him back in my mouth. I pulled on his balls and sucked until he came again. I sucked him dry and then sat back on the log, panting.

"Damn, Jamie! If someone told me a week ago that I would be having sex hotter than I could imagine and as much of it as I wanted, I would have thought it was a sick joke! Really! I mean, considering my one sexual experience. But Jamie," he looked at me tenderly. "I will thank God every day of the rest of my life for having you in my life."

I got tears in my eyes and reminded myself to thank God for Owen! I was the lucky one!

"I can't believe you rimmed me!" I said.

"When I saw your little hole, I couldn't resist! How was it?"

"Fantastic! Awesome!"

We got our clothes back in order. I asked "Do you want to walk some more?"

"Nah, let's head back to the house."

When we got back, Mom found us and said "Owen, you're uncle and I are going over to your house to look for some papers. Do you want to go with us?" I hoped he would say no. I wanted Owen to myself and also I was afraid being over there would depress him.

"Do you want to go?" he asked me.

I was going to go if he went, but I said "No. I would be too depressed."

Owen said "I'll stay here with Jamie, unless you need me."

"No, that should be fine. If we need you we can call."

"Where is Dad? I haven't seen him."

"He was out running errands when you got up. He's back now though."

"I'll see you boys later." She left the room.

Owen said "Come on." We headed for the bedroom. He closed the door and pulled me to him. He whispered "I love you Jamie. I always will." We kissed.

"I need to use your computer to do some research."

"Sure, go ahead."

Owen sat at the desk. I lay down on my bed and wondered what Owen was researching.

"What are you looking up?"

Owen said softly "For the best way to loosen a hole about the size of yours so it will be able to take a cock about the size of mine."

Whoa! Wasn't the Internet wonderful?

"About? What are you talking about? George isn't anywhere near as small as you!"

"Jamie? You are a pervert. I better do some research on those too, if I'm going to keep you around."

I thought about 'loosening me'. I wanted Owen to fuck me, but that was a good point. How much would it hurt? I wasn't really worried about it though. If I had a choice of being fucked by Owen with some pain, or not being fucked by Owen, I would take him and the pain.

I sat there a while watching him. After a few minutes I said "You're not reading about broom handles are you?"

"No. The first article I found was about a guy who loosened up his partner to take both his fists at the same time."

Uuh. "Was he a proctologist with an x-ray machine?"

"Nah. It didn't say why. He probably was looking for his car keys." We both laughed. "His boyfriend probably sat on them."

"You'd think he could get them with one hand."

Owen said "He probably had a lot of keys."

My mom knocked on the door.

I called "Come in."

Mom said "Your father and I are leaving now. I'm not sure how long we'll be gone. You boys take care. If you leave the house, be sure you take your phones in case we need to reach you."

"Bye," I said.

"See you later, Aunt Diane."

A couple of minutes later I heard them driving off.

Owen said "I meant to thank your mother for allowing you to live here." I had to think about it for a second.

"She was probably worried that the neighbors would talk if she kept me in the back yard."

I picked a book off the book shelf. It was a field guide to birds. I flipped through it, mostly thinking about what Owen was finding. Then I fell asleep.

"Jamie." I woke up.

Owen was still at the desk, but turned around facing me.

"Did you find anything?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah."

"What did you find?"

"Well I think the best way is to have you fucked by a series of men with progressively larger cocks."

"What?" I said laughing. "How many men are there in a series?"

"Thirty seven." I laughed a lot and so did he.

"Well I like that better than your two fists, but only slightly."

"Thirty?"

"Owen, I really hoped it would just be you, with an understudy, of course."

Owen got up and got on my bed laying himself on top of me. "I fired the understudy," he said and he kissed me. It felt great having him on top of me. We kissed for a while.

"Damn, Jamie! I've already come a couple of times today and you've got me so fucking hot again!" He got up on his knees and pulled his shirt off. I looked up at him. At his beautiful muscular, hairy torso. I pressed my hands against his crotch, feeling his cock. Squeezing it and rubbing it. He looked down at me. "You want that, don't you, baby?"

"Oh, lord yes, Owen."

"Damn, Jamie! The way you look at me! Fuck! You make me feel like a god! It makes my blood boil!"

"You are a sexy love god."

"Hey, I forgot!"

He got up and finished getting undressed. He lay down on his bed on his back. He pushed his cock so that it was pointing straight up and held it there. "Do you want to take any pictures?" he asked with a sexy smirk.

Talk about making your blood boil! He was doing it to me! "Pictures? Oh, yeah!"

I got up and got my phone. I took some pictures of his whole body. I got some of his chest. Then I got on the bed on my stomach and took some close-ups of his cock and balls.

Then Owen said "Why don't you get it wet and take some?" while he waved his dick at me. I moaned. I put the phone down on the bed and got him thoroughly wet with my mouth. I picked the phone back up and took some more photos.

"Take some with the flash." I did.

"Let's look at them." He pulled me up beside him and held me close. He took the phone from me and flipped through the photos. They all turned out well. One of the ones I took with the flash was stunning! It was a little over exposed but the flash caused all sorts of reflections on his wet cock. It was in perfect focus. "Oh man, that one's incredible!" he said. I nodded and moaned.

"Get undressed!" I pulled off my clothes and lay down next to him.

He flipped around and said "Let's suck each other!"

We did. It was a little awkward because Owen was quite a bit taller than I was. I was already having trouble concentrating on sucking him and then Owen pushed a finger into my butt. That really made it difficult. He started moving his finger around and then he hit something. I pulled off his dick and gasped. "What was that?" He kept sucking and pushing on the spot and I came. Again. I went back to seriously sucking him and a couple of minutes later he fed me another load of his spunk. I decided 69ing was harder than I thought it would be.

"What were you pressing on in there?" I asked Owen.

"Your spleen, I hope." Hmm. I decided he was joking.

"No, just kidding. It was your prostate gland. Something I learned in my research."

"Oooh. I love a scholar!"

"You better believe it!"

"I'm the gay one. I'm supposed to be showing you things!" I told him.

"If it makes you feel better to pretend I'm straight, go for it. Just don't expect me to have sex with any women. Been there, done that. Besides, you're a fourteen year old virgin. Why would I want to take your advice about sex?" I started laughing really hard. "I'm your mature experienced lover. I will make all the decisions. Sexually and politically."

I was still laughing but I said "Politically?"

"Yes. When you are old enough to vote, I'll tell you who to vote for."

"I was worried about who to vote for. Thank you."

"So did you learn a lot? I mean researching."

"Well most of it didn't apply. I found one guy who recommended a series of butt plugs. But, believe it or not, I don't own a single one. I also learned there are a lot of kinky people. I guess I've led a sheltered life."

"Tell me about it. Do you know, if it weren't for the Internet, that I would have never seen a porno movie?"

"No!"

"Yes! It's true! And thanks to the Net I also saw a woman have sex with a donkey!"

"Was it a lesbian donkey?"

"If it was, she had a large dick."

"Hmm. Maybe not, then,"

"Did the donkey enjoy it?"

"I don't know. It was a foreign donkey. I couldn't understand what it was saying." We laughed.

"Enough of that! Anyway," Owen said "It sounds like it will hurt the first time, but if we take it very slowly, it should help."

I said "That's good to know. I'm expecting it to hurt some."

"I'm getting hungry," Owen said.

"Me too."

"How about if I take my gorgeous boyfriend out to lunch?" Owen asked.

"Can I go too?"

"I suppose. I'm too nice to say no and I don't want to piss of your parents. You in the mood for a burger?"

"Yeah, that will be good," I answered.

We got dressed, I made sure we had our phones, and we left.

Owen pulled in front of the restaurant and turned off the car. He stared straight ahead for a while.

"Are you thinking about your parents?"

"Yeah, this was my dad's favorite burger place." I didn't know what to say to that.

"Do you want to go someplace else, or go home?"

"Nah. Let's go in."

We went inside and got seated in a booth. I sat across from Owen. A girl walked over to us and said "Hi Owen."

"Hi Celia," Owen said.

"Is it true? What they're saying?" she asked.

Owen just looked down.

Celia looked stricken. I pulled her aside and walked a little way away from our table. "Did you hear it was his parents?" She nodded.

"It's true. We just found out yesterday."

Celia said "He's crying." She had tears in her eyes too. "I shouldn't have said anything!" I felt bad for her.

I said "Don't worry too much about it. It's hard to pretend nothing happened." She nodded at me. "I don't know what will happen when he goes back to school and that's all anyone wants to talk about. I mean, ignoring it seems so rude and uncaring."

She squeezed my arm and said "Take care of him. Is he staying with you?"

"Yeah, my parents are his guardians."

She said "Bye, Owen" softly and walked off. I got back in the booth on Owen's side.

"What do you recommend here?" I asked him.

"I always get the chili cheeseburger." Owen said.

"That sounds good to me."

Owen took my hand under the table and squeezed it. "Thanks, Jamie."

"Celia seems nice," I said.

"She is. Her father works in the same office as...my..."

Oh, lord! I stuck my foot in it this time, I thought.

"Is she the one?" I asked him.

"The one what?"

I whispered "The girl who almost had your condom implanted in her." Owen laughed.

"No. Celia is sweet. Plus she may be a lesbian."

"Really?"

"Well she is best friends with a girl who is pretty much 'out'. They could just be friends, of course."

"Wow! That's kind of neat! We could go on double dates! Wouldn't people be confused when you stuck your tongue down my throat?"

"Nah. People expect that kind of thing from me."

"Oh, do they?"

"Yup. They'd say 'Whose throat is that this time?'" I laughed.

The waitress came by and took our drink orders.

We chatted about things that had nothing to do with his parents. I asked him if there were any boys who had come out at his school.

"If there were they would have already been killed by the guys on the football team. What a bunch of creeps! They all think they're so special because they can catch a ball. I pity the fools who marry them."

"Are they all like that?" I asked.

"No. There's one who is clearly exceptional."

"Gee. I wonder who that is? Is it Celia's friend?"

"No, Tina's too big. They wouldn't let her play."

There was a pause and then he whispered in my ear "Thanks, Jamie."

I smiled at him.

We finished our burgers and Owen paid the check. I told him he didn't have to, but he whispered "Always let the millionaire pay, especially on dates."

That was true, weird but true. I was on a date with a millionaire!

"I wonder how your parents are getting on?" Owen said.

"I guess OK. I don't even know what they're doing."

When we parked his car at the front of the house, I saw there was something on the front porch.

We walked up. It was an aluminum tray of beef brisket, with a card on top of it, a couple of bags, and a Styrofoam cooler. One of the bags had bread in it. The other had plates and plastic ware. The cooler had potato salad and coleslaw.

We carried the food in and I opened the card. It said "At times like this, you don't feel like cooking, but you still have to eat. We're thinking of you Owen. - Signoret and the gang."

"Do you know who they are?" I asked him.

"I think they work with my dad. The name is familiar."

"Well it was very nice of them," I said.

I decided to call Mom and let her know.

"Hi Mom, someone named Signoret left barbeque and the fixings on the front porch when Owen and I went to lunch."

"Oh, that was really nice of her!" Mom said.

"Owen thought he or she worked with his father."

"Actually she is friends with Janice and me. Janice helped her get a job working with Jack."

"Well, there's plenty of food.

"Is everything going OK?"

"Yes, we found what we were looking for. There's an unbelievable amount of paperwork involved in all this. One of the things we were checking was whether Janice and Jack had a later will in their safe than our copy. You know, that it hadn't been revised since we got our copy. It hadn't, not that we expected it to.

"See you soon. Bye." Mom hung up.

"Signoret is a friend of our moms who works with your father," I told him.

There was barbeque sauce under the bread, so we were all set for dinner. We put the food in the fridge.

Owen said "I remember her now. I think Signoret is a nickname. If it's who I think it is, her real name is Mary Beth."

We sat at the kitchen table. "Is there anything you want to do?" I asked him.

"Can't think of anything. Being with you would be at the top of the list, anyway."

"You wanna go..." and I wiggled my eyebrows at him.

"Go...do your eyebrows?" he asked.

"Yes. I'm tired of brown. If I'm going to be a queen, they should make a statement."

"I think you mean a proclamation." We laughed.

"Let's go watch a movie. We can cuddle, at least until your parents get home."

He looked at our movies. "Is there anything in particular you want to see?" he asked me.

"Anything with a gold robot who talks funny and a little robot who beeps."

"The Exorcist?" Owen asked.

"I've never seen The Exorcist. No point in ruining a perfect record," I said. "How about a movie with a giant slug that lives in the desert?"

"Nope. Not ringing any bells." Owen said.

"Well, why don't you pick something," I said.

"I want to watch Star Wars, but I have no idea what you want to watch."

"I suppose I'll let you pick that."

We started it and he pulled me against him. It was great!

About fifteen minutes into it, we heard my parents' car.

"I wish we could watch in your bedroom," Owen said. "We'd have an excuse to both watch it from your bed." It was true.

Mom and Dad came into the den. To check on us, I suppose. Or maybe just to check up on Owen.

"Hey Owen," my dad said.

"Hi Uncle Ed."

Dad looked like he was going to say something, but then didn't. I knew the feeling. It was probably something about Owen's parents. He and Mom left.

Owen said "You don't have to sit two feet away from me. That probably looks more suspicious than my arm around you. After all, I've been putting my arm around you for practically your whole life." That was true. I moved closer to him.

A few minutes later Owen said "Why don't you stop it for now. I want to get a shower."

I stopped the movie and I got up with Owen.

He walked into the bedroom and I followed him. He closed the bedroom door and started getting undressed. I admired the view and he said 'Why don't you get undressed too. That way your clothes won't get so wet." I laughed and got undressed.

We both went into the bathroom. I turned the water on and got the temperature right. We stepped into the shower. We both got under the water to get wet. Then Owen pulled me against him. We kissed.

"Owen, being with you like this is better than any fantasy I ever had."

He rubbed his hardon against my belly and said "Really? Not this good?"

I laughed and said "I can see I didn't have a very good imagination. You're way hotter than I imagined."

"Yeah? Just wait until I bury my cock in your cute little rear!" I moaned and he kissed me again. Then he began washing me. He even shampooed my hair.

After I rinsed off he said "I want to try to stretch you a little, OK?"

"Sure!"

He poured some body wash in one hand. He covered one finger with body wash and then slowly pushed it in me. He started wiggling it around. I moaned. He pulled me against him and said "Lean on me." I did and he slowly pulled his finger out. He put some body wash on two fingers and then pushed them in. It burned, but I didn't tell him that. I didn't want him to stop. He worked the two fingers for a while.

"How is that feeling? You feel a little looser," he said. His fingers did seem to be moving easier.

"It's OK. Actually, it's great!"

"Well, are ready for three fingers?"

"Let's give it a try."

He coated three fingers with body wash and pushed them slowly in. It hurt like hell.

"Hold them there a minute," I gasped. He paused. It stopped hurting so much. "You can move them again." Every time he moved them, it hurt. I tried not to tense up. The pain lessened, finally.

"I think my dick is about as big around as these three fingers together. So, if I'm right, it shouldn't hurt too much more than this."

"That's great! The fingers hurt but it wasn't unbearable."

"Hmm. Jamie, I don't want it to hurt at all."

"It's going to hurt the first time from what I've read," I told him.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of me and washed them. Then he turned me and washed my butt again.

Now it was my turn. I thoroughly washed him, enjoying the feel of his skin under my hands. I shampooed his hair and made sure he was thoroughly rinsed. We got out of the shower and dried each other.

"I'm so excited!" I said to him. He smiled at my enthusiasm. We got dressed. He pulled me to him and kissed me again. "I'm excited too, Jamie!"

"Do you want to watch more of the movie or TV?" I asked him.

"No, I think I want to do some more 'research'."

"Are you going to be a sex scientist, Owen?"

"Yes, and you are my lab." We both laughed.

"OK. I'll just read."

He sat back down at the computer.

I decided to read a book on my phone. It was Time Traders by Andre Norton, which I'd gotten from Gutenberg.org.

A while later there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said.

My mom opened the door. "I'm going to the grocery store. Is there anything you want me to pick up?"

I said "Some Texas Toast. That's all I can think of. Wait! And we're out of lettuce."

"Owen, do you want anything?" she asked him.

"Not that I can think of," he said.

"I thought we might have strawberry shortcake for dessert tonight, if that sounds good."

"That sounds fantastic!" I said.

Owen said "That sounds great! I love strawberries."

"See you later," she said. She closed the door.

Owen said "Come over here a minute." I walked over to him. "Look at this. I want to get you this for your birthday."

I looked at a picture. It looked like a piece of plastic with a strange shape. "What is it?"

"It's an extra, extra large butt plug."

I laughed and said "Too bad. I already have one. You'll have to buy me a car or something."

"I'm a poor orphan. I can't buy you a car. Besides the butt plug is on sale! And you don't have a driver's license. But you do have a butt!"

"I hate to sound ignorant, but what is the purpose of a butt plug? Why does anyone need their butt plugged? I can understand wanting your beautiful dick in it, but why a plug? Why not use a dildo?"

"That's what I can get you! They're on sale too."

"Will the dildo be in me instead of your dick?" I asked him.

"Hmm. Good point. I'll have to keep shopping. This site has a lot of unusual items."

"I'll bet."

I still didn't understand butt plugs.

I went back to reading my book.

"How would you like an autographed picture of me?"

"Is it the picture I took this morning? Oh, shit. I forgot to delete them!" I did. I realized I needed to be a lot more careful.

"No, I thought I would take one of your photos of me and sign it."

"I would have to print one of them."

"Well print away if you want a birthday present!"

"There's no hurry. My birthday is in June. As you know."

"I'll bet by June that butt plug will be looking awfully nice!" Not unless I figured out what they were for.

I went back to reading for a while.

I heard a noise. I looked up. There was a picture of Owen and his family on the computer monitor. I got off the bed and walked over to him.

"Are you OK Owen?"

"No, I'm not OK. I'm definitely not!"

I squatted next to him. I could see tears running down his cheeks. I stroked his arm. I looked at the photo. It was one of my favorites of Owen and his parents. I started to cry too. I knew I'd never see them again. Well at least not before I died.

I said "Owen, why don't you lie down?" I pulled on his arm and he got up. He followed me to my bed. We both lay down.

I stroked the side of his head and said "Owen, I wish I could take the pain away, but I can't. I just want to remind you that you aren't alone. We love you! I love you! So much that my heart might explode! I know we can't take your parents' place, but we're here for you. I'll be there for you for the rest of your life. And we will see them again. We'll be old and wrinkled and they'll make fun of us!" Owen laughed.

He looked at me and said "If it weren't for you Jamie, I don't think I would be able to cope at all." He kissed me lightly on the lips.

I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. We lay there a while.

Then Owen said "Do you have enough pictures of me?"

"What do you mean?"

"I counted one hundred and forty seven." Oh, how embarrassing! It was probably true. I had never counted them but that could be right.

"You miscounted."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Did you count the pictures on my phone?"

"No, I forgot about those."

"See!"

I said "I don't suppose you have any pictures of me." I wondered if it was true.

"I have a few." That made me feel weird. A little like an Owen stalker.

"Are you all right?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I guess I sort of was a stalker. I mean, I myself thought it was an obsession.

"Let me show you something." He reached over to the bedside table and took his phone.

The wallpaper for his phone was a picture of the two of us as kids. I had my head on his shoulder and we were both smiling. I got tears in my eyes. Owen kissed me and said "That's my favorite photo." I smiled at him.

"I think I'll take a nap," Owen said. "Why don't you flip over and face the other way?" I turned over. He pulled me close, my back against his chest. "Comfy?" he asked.

"Mmm," I said. I fell asleep.

"Jamie?" I woke up. I flipped back over facing him.

"Hi," I said. "Boy, I sure sleep well when you're holding me," I whispered.

"Me too. I hope we can do it every night soon.

"Your mom asked if we were ready to eat dinner."

"I could eat. How about you?"

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"Did she seem upset that we were sleeping together?"

"She didn't seem to be."

"That's a relief."

We got up. Mom was in the kitchen. She looked like she had been crying again. She saw us and hugged both of us.

"I'm glad I still have my three fellas," she said.

I started to get tears in my eyes and I looked at Owen. He seemed fine!

"Will you help me put the food on the table?" Mom asked me.

"Owen, will you tell your uncle we're ready to eat? He's probably in the den."

I can honestly say that that was the worst meal I ever had. Before we even started eating, my mom began crying and got up and left. Then Owen started crying, followed by me. Dad had tears in his eyes too.

Dad tried to make small talk, but I wasn't paying attention. Then he said "I'll just go check on your mom." And he left.

I decided to try to get Owen to eat. "Owen, try to eat something." I started eating, but Owen didn't. I stopped.

Once again I didn't know what to do. Hold him? Try to get him to eat? Try to change the subject? Let him cry because he might need to? He certainly had a good reason to cry. We all did.

He stopped crying on his own and said "Jamie, you're the one who needs to eat. What do you weigh? 90 pounds?" At least he had stopped crying.

I said softly "Ha! Some boyfriend you are, not realizing I am 102 pounds of muscle!" Owen looked skeptical. "Well 96 pounds of muscle."

"Eat!" he said.

And we both did. Not a lot, but some.

Finally my mom and dad came back and began eating too. Mom seemed better, a little more upbeat.

She said to Owen "Owen, when is your next football game." I looked at him and he looked at me. "What is it?" Mom asked.

Owen didn't say anything, so I said "Owen doesn't like playing football."

Mom frowned and said, "Well, you shouldn't play then." I looked at Owen and he seemed happy. He nodded. Then she said "Why didn't you tell..." I could see Dad shaking his head from side to side at her. I don't think Owen saw it. He was looking at her. She picked up on what Dad meant "...us before now?"

"There's been a lot going on," I said.

"Yes, there has," my dad said.

Mom said "Owen, I never liked it much either. I enjoy baseball and basketball a lot more."

We ate some more and Mom said "Who wants strawberry shortcake?" I raised my hand. Owen raised his. Then Dad raised his.

Mom got up. I asked Owen "Are you through?" He nodded. "Dad?"

"Me, too."

I took their plates into the kitchen and put them in the sink. Then I went back and began bringing the food back to the kitchen. At the rate we ate that night, we had about a 10 year supply of barbecue brisket. I rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Owen came in and sat at the kitchen table while I did that.

Mom asked us if we wanted to eat ours in the kitchen. I said "Sure."

She handed each of us a plate of strawberry shortcake and took hers and Dad's into the dining room.

"Why are you sitting way over there?" Owen asked.

"You mean all this long, long way across the table?"

"Yeah. You're practically in another state!" I giggled and pulled my chair to his side of the table.

I said "This is better! I wonder why I didn't think of it."

"Because you're young and you're too thin," Owen said.

"I'll have you know I am at my ideal weight for my age and size."

"Don't you mean lack of age and lack of size?"

"I suppose you'd prefer me fat. I can do that!"

He whispered "You're perfect. Don't change a thing." I smiled at him.

We finished our dessert and I took the plates and took them to the sink. Mom came back in the kitchen and said "Jamie, I'll take care of the dishes. You and Owen can go do something else."

We went to our bedroom. I asked Owen "Do you want to drop off the football team?"

"I'd like to, but it would make a lot of people mad."

"You mean people at school?"

"Yeah."

I thought for a minute. It was kind of snarky, but I said "You could always say your father loved football and now you can't bear to play it anymore." I hoped that suggestion didn't upset him.

"Blame it on him, in other words."

"Yeah...He was the reason you were playing, wasn't he?" I asked.

"Jamie, it's a good thing one of us can think evil, deceitful thoughts," I didn't think it was that evil.

"I'm just kidding, Jamie. I like it!"

Owen said "This has been a long day, even though we haven't done much. I think I'm going to call it an early night."

"You want to go to bed now?" I asked him,

"I want to look a few more things up on the Net first." He sat back down at the computer.

I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. After that I went back to my bed and read some more.

Mom and Dad came to the bedroom door and said they were going to bed early. I told them we were going to sleep pretty soon too.

Dad reminded us "I want you two to stay home from school tomorrow. If you leave the house, be sure to take your phones with you in case I need you. I'll be meeting with the lawyer and he may have questions I can't answer."

"OK, Dad. Good night."

"Night Uncle Ed."

I read a few more minutes. Owen shut down the computer and went into the bathroom. He came out and closed the bedroom door. Then he pulled the computer chair and tilted it under the door knob.

I said "I think that would work better if the chair didn't have wheels."

"True. It's the thought that counts," he said and wiggled his eyebrows. I laughed. He got completely undressed. I couldn't help but admire the view!

"See anything you like, little boy?"

"I like your left nipple. The rest, not so much."

"No more sex for you then."

"I didn't mean it! It was just an evil deceitful thought. Really!"

"You're just lucky I prefer nasty little boys like you!"

I got undressed. Completely. Owen pulled down the covers on his bed and got in. He patted the bed and I got in too. He covered us with blankets and then he took me in his arms.

"Have I told you I love you recently?" he asked me.

I ran my hands over him and said "I don't mind if you repeat yourself. You're good looking enough to get away with anything." He kissed me. It was so wonderful being there with him. It really was a dream come true.

I reached down to his cock. It was hard, like mine. "I want to suck you, Owen." I crawled under the covers to his dick and took it in my mouth. I held his heavy balls and rolled them around a little.

"That's so good, Jamie. So good," he said softly.

I stopped and sucked on one of his balls for a while. Then I sucked on the other one. I loved the way Owen tasted and I told him so.

"I'm close, Jamie! Make me come!"

I sped up and Owen moaned "Jamie!" and his come began spurting in my mouth. I swallowed every drop.

Owen pulled me back up to the top of the bed and kissed me again. His tongue moved slowly around in my mouth. He pulled away and looked at me tenderly. I began rubbing his chest feeling the hairs between my fingers.

"Now I get to do you!"

Owen got out of bed and went into the bathroom. He came back with a bottle of hand lotion. He lay back down on the bed and put some lotion on one of his fingers. He kissed me as I felt his hand reach between my legs to my hole. He rubbed his finger slowly around the outside for a bit and then he slowly pushed it in. He continued kissing me while he moved it inside me. I loved knowing Owen was inside me. I couldn't wait until it was his cock. He pulled his finger out and squirted some more lotion on. Then he worked two fingers into me. He worked them around for a while as he kissed me. He said "How's that baby? Is it hurting you at all?" It was starting to feel really good.

"No Owen. It feels great!"

After a few more minutes he pulled his fingers out and said "Do you want me to use three fingers? Like before?"

"Yes! I want to get stretched enough to take your cock in me."

"OK, baby."

He worked the three fingers in me for a few minutes. It didn't hurt as much as it had before.

"I wanna make you come now, baby." He bent over and took my cock in his mouth.

It felt fantastic. He kept moving his fingers in me. I ran my fingers through his hair. "Owen, that's wonderful!" I was getting close. "I'm close, Owen!" He pushed his fingers in a little deeper and that made me come. "Oh, fuck Owen!" I think I shouted. I hoped my parents hadn't heard it.

Owen sucked for a while. Then he very slowly pulled his fingers out. He got out of bed and got a towel from the bathroom. He wiped his fingers off and then he rubbed the towel along my crack. I was smiling at him. Sex was fun!

He lay back down and kissed me. Then he asked "How was it? Was it painful?"

"No Owen, it was great, really. I couldn't help wishing it was your cock instead of your fingers though."

"I think you're ready for it, Jamie!"

"I can't wait, Owen!"

"Me either, baby." He kissed me again and stroked my cheek.

"Jamie, you're fantastic and I love you!" he said and gave me a quick kiss.

"You are in fact the best 14 year old sex stud that I know!"

"Really? Of all of them I'm the best?"

"I said 'That I know'. I may not know all of them."

I giggled. "So I'm a sex stud and you're a sexy love god."

"Yes. That is absolutely correct."

"Well I have a feeling you're the only sexy love god in existence, so I'm getting the better deal."

"No, Jamie. I'm the lucky one." I hugged him and held him close.

"You ready for bed?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I am."

I got off his bed and put my briefs and a t-shirt on. He put his boxers on. I wanted to sleep with him, but I was afraid it might make Mom mad.

"Owen, if you get sad during the night, will you wake me, please?"

"OK Jamie, I will." I got in my bed.

Owen moved the chair by the door back to the computer desk. Then he turned off the light.

"Good night Owen."

"Nite Jamie. I love you."

"I love you too."

I closed my eyes. It had been a good and a bad day. I guessed there would be more of them in the next few days. I thought of Owen and fell asleep.

Five

Tuesday

A noise woke me. It was Owen, getting in my bed. "Did you have a bad dream?" I asked him.

"No, it was a great. It was waking up that sucked." He sniffed. I guessed he had a dream about his parents.

"Do you want me to hold you?"

"No, I wanna hold you." That was just fine with me!

He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck. "Night, Baby."

"Night Owen."

To this day, being in Owen's arms makes me feel so safe and happy that I almost always fall asleep quickly.

The next thing I knew, Mom was waking me. She motioned me out of the room. I got up and out of Owen's arms carefully and followed her to the hall.

"Did Owen have a bad night again?" she asked.

"He woke me up and I asked him if he had a bad dream. He said 'No it was a good dream. It was waking up that stunk'."

"I know the feeling. You dream of someone and in the dream you're both happy and then you wake up and realize they're dead and you'll never see them again." She shook her head.

She continued "Honey, I'm running late. I need to call Owen's school and let them know what happened and tell them he won't be there for a few days, but I don't have time to look up the number. Will you look it up and text it to me? I've got to run! I've got a report I have to get out this morning. Hopefully once that's done, I can take some time off from work. There's going to be a lot to do: letting Jack and Janice's employers know, the memorial service, lawyers, wills, guardianship, life insurance, and who knows what else!"

"I've got to go! Keep close to Owen. I have a feeling anytime he's alone, it will hit him like it did the last two nights. Bye!"

Mom left quickly out the door. I went to the computer in the den and looked up the number for Owen's high school. I wrote it down. I thought about texting it to Mom right away, but then I decided to wait until she was at work. No more car wrecks! Please!

I went back in the bedroom and got back in Owen's bed. He wrapped his arms around me and said "Morning Jamie. I stroked his cheek. It was all stubbly. Then I stroked the side of his head. Owen closed his eyes and sighed. We just lay there for a while. Finally I said "Do you want to go back to sleep?"

Owen said "Nope."

I asked if he wanted french toast for breakfast. I knew Owen loved french toast. When our families would eat out together, if it was on the menu, Owen ordered it.

He said "Really? You can make it?" His eyes were wide.

I had to laugh and said "Yes, of course."

He said his mom didn't make it. She said it was too much work. It's not that hard. Well, it's not hard at all actually. Then I remembered that Aunt Janice hated to cook.

Then I said "Do you want coffee?"

He said "Always!"

"Is your Dad here?"

"I don't know. I'll look." I walked around the house. He wasn't there.

"No. He's gone. I'm not sure where."

I got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. I was still in a t-shirt and briefs, but I didn't figure I needed to get dressed yet. I rinsed out the coffee maker and put in a paper filter. I measured out the coffee. I figured six cups would be enough, but decided to make eight just to be sure. I added the water and turned the coffee maker on.

I looked in the pantry and we had the Texas Toast Mom had gotten yesterday. I was glad because it made better french toast. I got milk, eggs, and butter out of the fridge. I got cinnamon, nutmeg, and vanilla off the spice shelf.

Just then Owen walked into the kitchen. He was wearing only his jockstrap. I think my eyes dilated or something. Everything else evacuated my brain. I walked over and knelt in front of him and pressed my face against his pouch. I sniffed deeply and moaned. Owen took my head in his hands and pressed his crotch harder against my face. After a while of him grinding his crotch against my face and me absorbing his scent, he pulled me up to my feet. He pushed his tongue in my mouth and moved it all around my mouth. Then he licked a long line down my cheek. He started sucking on my earlobe. That tickled and I pulled away. I looked at him. He was looking at me with so much lust, it made my heart pound even faster than it already was. Whoa! Someone sure woke up horny, I thought.

Owen said "I wanted to see if you still wanted me." I laughed.

"I hope you realize that's a 'Hell Yes'. As a matter of fact, I want your weinie for my breakfast."

"No! You might chew your breakfast."

"And I also can't wait to get him..." I wrapped my hand around his cock. "into...the cave." After all," I continued, "my dad already thinks we've done it."

"Is that what we're calling your butt now? Is that a code? I've got to warn you. If any bats fly out of it, I will seriously lose my erection."

"Don't worry. They only leave at dusk and return at dawn."

"I was with you at dawn. I didn't see any bats."

"Was my butt covered?"

"Yes, I believe my dick was resting in your crack."

"Those poor, poor bats! They had to find another place. Probably close by. Have you heard any sonar coming out of your butt?"

"No, but I did hear The Star Spangled Banner."

I laughed. "Well, it's not bats, then. They can't play musical instruments. That must have been Amigo. He's very patriotic."

He leaned over and kissed me. Then he said "I can't wait to fuck you either. But later. AFTER I get tested." Oh yeah, I thought.

I looked at the clock. Mom was definitely at work by now. I texted her the number for the high school. I walked back into the bedroom. Owen was in the bathroom with the door closed. I called out "Owen, what do you take in your coffee?"

"Sweet and white. Like you!'' he said.

I laughed and said "That's terrible," I said. "I hope you don't love me for my skin color!"

I heard the toilet flush. Then Owen opened the bathroom door. Naked! I still couldn't believe I was finally getting what (who) I wanted.

Owen kissed me and said "I love you because..." he paused and then continued "It's not because you're cute, though you are. I loved you before I noticed that. And it's not because you're a generous, exciting, enthusiastic lover, because I loved you way, way, way before I found out that." He wrapped his arms around me and continued, "I guess I don't know why...but I do and I always have."

He said "You know, you might think it would feel weird, us becoming lovers after being like brothers...but it doesn't. Not to me anyway. It just feels like we learned something new together. I'll tell you one thing! If I had known how much fun it was kissing you, we would have started that much sooner!"

He continued "Anyway, that's how I feel. And I think you feel the same way. After all, we've always been in sync with each other."

I nodded my head and rested it on his shoulder. He kissed my forehead.

Finally I pulled back and said "How white and how sweet do you want the coffee. 'Sweet and white' is a little vague..."

"Two spoons of sugar and some cream. It doesn't really matter how much. NOT half coffee and half cream though," he said. That's how I liked mine.

Owen put on a pair of boxers and followed me into the kitchen. I poured his coffee, added the sugar and some milk and handed him the coffee mug. He took a sip, smiled at me and said "Perfect".

I got started on the french toast. Owen walked over and stood by me. In the way, really; but I didn't mind. I had to laugh thinking of Aunt Janice telling Owen that french toast was too hard to make! You mixed milk, eggs, some sugar, whatever breakfasty spices you want together, dip the bread in and fry it in butter. Owen was watching me. He said "That's ALL?"

"Yes. Takes a couple of minutes," I said. While the bread was frying, I got some pecan halves out of the pantry and mashed them with the bottom of a heavy glass tumbler. I pulled the two pieces of french toast out of the pan, put them on a plate, sprinkled some of the pecans on the top and handed it to Owen. I dipped some more bread and put it in the pan. I walked over and got some syrup and gave it to him. I had to laugh. He looked like it was Christmas Day!

I walked back over to the coffee poured a little in a mug for me and added a LOT of milk and three spoons of sugar. I looked over to Owen and said "Go ahead and get started. Mine will be ready in a minute."

I sat down at the table and watched him enjoy it. I knew I was going to really enjoy cooking for Owen. Even more than my parents. Owen seemed clueless in the kitchen and it was something I could contribute to the relationship.

Mine was ready. I put it on a plate. Then I dipped some more bread, added some more butter and put it in the pan. I sat down to eat and told him there was more on the way. I laughed at his expression. Like he won the lottery! Poor Owen, he needed me!

Owen had eaten six pieces of french toast before I remembered I was going to fix bacon too. I asked him if he wanted any, but he was full. And happy. And very appreciative. After he pushed his chair away from the table. He told me to sit on his lap facing him. Our faces were the same height like that. He kissed me slowly and for several minutes.

Then he said "I'd tell you I love you, Jamie. But I've already done that once and I don't want to spoil you."

I burst out laughing. "Well, I was planning to make french toast tomorrow, but I made it today...and you know how it is..."

Owen said "I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you." I hugged him.

"Speaking of which, I need to go to the grocery store later to get some things. Will you take me?" I asked him.

"Of course," he said. "I guess I'll go get dressed. I need to get to the free clinic to get tested."

I asked "Do you know how long it will take to get the results?"

Owen said with a grin "Impatient, are we? Always a good sign in a virgin about to be deflowered..."

I said "How did you know we're out of flour?" Owen rolled his eyes.

I got off his lap and he went to get dressed.

I got to wondering whether my mom had called my school, so I decided I better, just to be sure. I looked the school office number up and dialed it.

"St Catherine's. This is Mrs. Robinson," she answered.

'Mrs. Robinson' is my old friend Elly who used to baby- sit me before she got married. We always had a blast! We would dance, have spit wad fights, and generally try to make each other laugh. She used to live three houses down from us. But she got married about a year earlier and moved. She married a hunk, an absolute card-carrying hunk. He was Coach Robinson from our school. The man with the fully packed jockstrap. The man with six pack abs covered with black hair. With a cleft in his chin, and green eyes as well. The man is so good looking, he approaches Owen territory. Enough about him, I have my own now.

I said "It's Jamie, Mrs. Robinson."

Elly said "Ooooh, Jamie. Your mom called a few minutes ago. How's Owen?"

I said "He's OK when he isn't thinking about it. Every once in a while it hits him though."

"I know the feeling," she said. "When my father died, I would be fine and then I would remember and I would burst into tears."

I told her about waking the night before last to Owen crying.

She said "Stick by him Jamie. And remember we're all praying for him. And your family too."

I couldn't resist. I couldn't! I said "Heaven holds a place for those who pray, Mrs. Robinson."

She barked out a laugh and said "Don't make me go over there and beat the crap out of you!"

"What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson?" I said.

She said "I said I'm going to beat the crap out of you!"

I said "Put it in the pantry with your cupcakes!"

Elly sighed and said "How much would I have to pay you to never recite any lyrics to Mrs. Robinson to me EVER? I got you to promise to stop saying Coo Coo Ca-choo. I see I need to be a little less specific."

I said "We'd like to help you learn to help yourself." Click. I thought that went very well!

I washed the dishes and went into our bedroom to get dressed. Owen was dressed. He said the clinic wasn't open yet. He told me he was going over to his house to get a DVD player and his laptop. He said that after he brought them over, he would take me to the grocery store and then he would go to the clinic. I kissed him goodbye and he left.

After he left, I realized I should have gone with him. Thirty minutes went by. Then forty five. I called his cell and I heard it ring from my bedroom. Shit! Shit! Shit! I called his house and still no answer. I got on my bike and rode the two miles to his house. I jumped off and ran up to the house. Then I remembered I didn't have a key to his house. Fortunately the front door was unlocked. I ran into the house and called his name. I heard sobbing! Oh, Owen! I started crying. I found him in Uncle Jack's study on the floor. He didn't have the DVD player or the laptop with him, so I guessed he'd been crying for almost an hour by himself.

I got down on the floor with him and hugged him. He hugged me back. He kept crying and I cried too. I decided I was not going to let him be by himself at all! If he went to the bathroom, I was going to wait by the door, listening.

I looked around the room. There were so many things in it that reminded me of Uncle Jack. I was sure it was much, much worse for Owen. I decided to ask my dad whether we ought to try to keep Owen out of his house for a while. But maybe he had to do this. I thought 'Maybe he has to cry. Maybe a certain amount of tears have to be shed whether they are spread out or all together'. But then I thought that was silly. Anyway, I really knew nothing about it. This was completely new to me.

I started to feel really guilty about sparring with Elly. While I was doing that, Owen was crying on the floor. All alone.

I just kept holding Owen's head and stroking him. Finally he stopped crying and looked at me. He said "How did you get here?"

"I rode my bike," I told him.

He said "I'm sorry..."

I said "Oh, Owen. It's my fault. I should have come with you."

Owen looked at me and said "You're right! This is all your fault!"

I stared at him, shocked. He laughed then and took my hand and said "Jamie, you're the only thing keeping me going! If you weren't around I don't think I would ever stop crying."

I stroked his cheek. Owen said "I know, I haven't shaved." I think I blushed.

He said "What?"

I said "I don't think I should say. Not right now." It seemed inappropriate.

"What? Tell me," he said, "Please?"

I put my face in my hands and said "I was thinking how sexy the stubble made you look. I know it's wrong, it's inappropriate; but that's how I feel..."

Owen shook his head but he was smiling. Then he kissed me, hard and deep. "Let's get the stuff," he said. "We can put your bike in the trunk."

I said "Owen, maybe we should get everything you'll need for a few days. Maybe that would be easier on you than to have to keep coming over."

He shrugged and said "Sure, if you think so."

We gathered up his laptop, speakers, mp3 player, all his toiletries, and a heck of a lot of clothes. We loaded the car and went back in the house. We went through his room again and I asked him if he wanted his digital camera. He said "Why not. I don't use it much though. On the other hand, now that I have you, I'll be taking lots of pictures of you."

"Really?", I asked.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "When I tell people at school about my lover, I'll be able to show them nasty, obscene pictures of you."

"What??" I asked him.

He said "Oh, yeah. All the guys do it. I thought I would film it when you lose your virginity. Then I can show it to the guys after football practice. They'll enjoy it. Really."

I frowned. Did people discuss sex so openly in high school? I wondered. It sounded like they were all having sex, so maybe he was serious. Then I remembered he didn't particularly like them. So...he was joking.

I said "OK, but we probably shouldn't show them to my mom." Owen shook his head no.

I continued "Also, how will people know it's you in the movie if you're holding the camera? They'll just see me and someone's tiny dick going in me. It could be anyone with a tiny dick. We better buy a tripod."

Owen said "I'll show you tiny. When I fuck you I won't use lube. You'll feel every centimeter of my fourteen inch cock, little boy."

I really don't want you to think Owen had a tiny dick. Oh my, no. It's lovely. Perfect!

I was glad to leave the house. We put my bike in his trunk and tied the trunk down. When we got there I put my bike back in the garage and helped Owen carry his things in the house. My closet didn't have room for all his clothes, so I decided to take my winter clothes out and put them in a closet in the hall, right next to my room. I decided I needed to get rid of all the clothes that didn't fit any more too.

We still needed to figure out where he was going to put his laptop. There wasn't room to add another desk. I said "If we ever get a queen sized bed in here instead of the two twin beds, we'd have room for your desk.

"Don't hold your breath," Owen said.

"My parents know I'm a queen. The bed would only be appropriate," I said.

Owen said "Yeah. And I'll tell them every time we start to have really rough sex you fall, or get knocked off the twin bed. We'll appeal to your mother's maternal instincts."

"That should do it, all right!" I grinned at him.

We left to go to the free clinic. Owen went inside first. I waited in the car while I looked up something on my phone. Then I went into the clinic. Owen was already seated. A receptionist asked me if she could help me. I said "I'm with my father," and pointed to Owen. Owen was trying not to laugh. He was filling out some forms. Maybe I shouldn't have said it, but I couldn't tell her the truth, either. The woman was giving us both looks, but I started reading.

Owen got called and left the reception. He came back a few minutes later and said "You want to stop at the grocery store now? The results will be back in 30 minutes."

I said "Sure," and we left.

There was a grocery store a couple of blocks away. We went in together. Owen asked what we needed to get. I said "An awful amount of eggs, milk, and bread so I can make enough french toast to keep my brutal lover satisfied. You wouldn't believe him. He keeps knocking me out of my bed. And that's just when we're kissing."

Owen said "Son, you're rotten through and through. You probably deserve it."

We picked the stuff up as we went and checked out. We still had a while. We were waiting in Owen's car in front of the clinic.

Owen said "Do you want to do anything else?"

I smiled and said "Well, I want to give you a blow job, but the receptionist might see us and she would think it was incest."

Owen said "See what trouble your big mouth gets you into? If you hadn't opened it in there, you could've opened it in here."

"That's terrible!" I smiled at him. I was glad he wasn't depressed right then.

Thirty minutes had gone by, so Owen went back inside. He came out waving a paper at me. He was smiling. I started to wonder what the receptionist was thinking; a father waving his HIV test result in front of his kid. But hopefully, she knew I was BS'ing her. Owen could pass for nineteen or twenty, but I couldn't pass for young enough to be his.

He got in the car and said "It's negative, Jamie!"

I smiled and said "That's great! Not a surprise though..."

Owen wanted to stop at a drug store and there was one a couple of doors down. He said he was going to walk to it. I started to say I would wait in the car, and then I remembered I needed to stick close to him. I got out of the car and said I would go too.

Owen said "Actually, it's a surprise and I'd rather get it by myself."

I figured he would probably be fine and he said he wanted to go alone. So I got back in the car.

"See you in a minute," Owen said.

He was gone about five minutes. When he got back, I was curious about what he'd bought. He told me he'd show me when we got home. He put the bag in the back seat and we went home.

We carried the food inside and Owen took his package in. We put the food away and then I said "Now will you tell me what you bought?"

Owen pulled out four fleet enema kits. I burst out laughing and then I turned red. Then he pulled out a bottle of lube. Then another bottle of lube, followed by another bottle of lube. I said "What's with all the lube?"

Owen said "This one's plain. And those other two are flavored."

I walked up to Owen, hugged him and said "Thank you, honey. I have no idea why lube would be flavored, but then I'm only fourteen."

He chuckled and said "Won't it be fun figuring it out together?" I definitely agreed.

Then I said "Owen, I want you to do something for me."

"Anything, Jamie."

I whispered in his ear "I want you to fuck me, right now."

He said "Then why don't we take this to your bedroom." He put the enema kits and lube back into the back and went to our bedroom.

We closed my bedroom door and I propped the chair from my desk under the door knob.

Owen started to unbutton his shirt. I said "I want to undress you, but I need to use the enema kit first."

"OK, Jamie." Owen lay down on his bed, facing the bathroom.

I went in the bathroom and closed the door. I had a BM and then used the kit. I had a feeling we were going to need a lot of kits. I finished and went back into the bedroom.

Owen stood up and I unbuttoned his shirt. I pulled it off, and sucked on first one nipple, and then the other. I ran my fingers through the hair on his chest. I said "Owen, I love how hairy you are! It drives me wild!"

I ran one hand down along his stomach, feeling the hair and the muscles. I kept sliding my hand down, under his pants. They were tight though, so I unbuckled his belt and unzipped them. Then I pulled them down. Owen was wearing his jockstrap.

"Surprise!" he said.

I wanted to take my time nuzzling him and enjoying it, but I was worried that my mom might be home soon. I put my hand on his full pouch and looked up at him. His cock was stiff. I gave it a squeeze and said "I love this thing."

Owen said "I noticed!"

I pulled the pants off. Then I pulled his jockstrap off. I told him I wished we could take it more slowly, but my mom was coming home. He lay down naked on his bed and smiled at me. I undressed quickly and joined him.

He kissed my passionately, holding my face in his hands. Then he picked up the bottle of plain lube off the bedside table. He squirted some on his fingers. He said "Why don't you turn over on your stomach?"

I flipped over. Owen went to the bathroom and got a towel. "Good thinking!" I said to him. I lifted myself up and he put it on the bed. Then I laid back down on my stomach. He squirted some lube in my crack. Then he slowly pushed a finger in. It went in very easily. Then he pushed a second finger into me. It hurt a little, but I was expecting this to hurt, so it didn't matter. He moved the two fingers around for a while. Then he squirted some more lube on my hole and added a third finger. It hurt but I didn't say anything. He moved them around for a bit.

Owen said "Are you OK, Jamie?"

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"Here we go then," Owen said.

He pulled his fingers out and I felt his cock at my hole. He pushed slowly. It hurt like hell.

"Hold it a minute there," I said.

"You tell me when to move," he said.

After a minute the pain got less. I said "OK, you can keep going."

Owen pushed some more. It hurt. A lot. Finally he said "I'm all the way in, Jamie."

He kept still for a minute and I said "You can go ahead now."

"Did you say 'go away now'?" Owen said.

I laughed and said he wasn't dismissed before he'd finished his homework.

Owen laughed and began thrusting slowly. "Oh, Jamie," he said. "It feels absolutely incredible. So hot and tight."

Then he said "Let's flip you over now." He pulled out of me and said "Roll over on your back."

I did and he pushed my legs up and pushed his cock back inside me slowly. It hurt going back in. He had his hands on either side of my shoulders and looked at me. He said "I love you, Jamie..." He began thrusting, steadily. He leaned down to kiss me and I leaned up to receive it.

He changed his angle and I said "Whoa!!"

He kept thrusting at that angle. "Oh, my lord. Owen. That feels unbelievable!"

His balls were slapping against my butt. Owen began sweating.

I was getting close to coming. I asked him if he was close.

He said "I'm ready when you are. Come for me."

I stroked my cock a few times and shot my load all over my stomach, neck, and face.

Owen groaned, said "Jamie!" Then held perfectly still while his body twitched. He made tiny thrusting motions. I knew he was coming deep inside me.

He fell on top of me, panting.

I asked kind of nervously how it was. I didn't really do much, but I didn't know what else I could have done. To tell you the truth, I was really afraid he would decide he preferred fucking women. Between the pain and worrying about whether I should be doing something, I didn't really allow myself to enjoy it.

Owen got up and said "It was OK." Then he walked into the bathroom. That didn't sound good at all, but maybe I could get better at it.

I said "I didn't know what I was doing. I can get better at it."

Owen came back with a wet towel. He smiled at me and said "Jamie, it was wonderful! How could making love to the love of my life be anything less?"

Then he said "Lift your legs up. I want to make sure you're not bleeding."

I could feel it was wet back there.

Owen stared at my hole a minute. Then he looked up at me with lust in his eyes and said " Oh, Jamie...Your hole is swollen and my come is leaking out of you. It makes me want to bury my cock in you again and shoot some more in you."

He continued "But we don't have the time. Let's get a shower."

And then Owen shocked me by picking me up off the bed and carrying me into the bathroom. He put me down and went to close the bathroom door. Then he opened it again and got the towel off the bed. When he came back into the bathroom, he kissed me, slowly.

We got in the shower and washed each other. Then we dried each other.

We got dressed and I asked him what he wanted for lunch. He carried the chair back to the desk. Before he opened the bedroom, he kissed me deeply and told me he loved me.

"I love you too, Owen," I said.

"Just think! In only nine months you'll have my baby!"

"I can see you failed sex education."

"I got you pregnant, didn't I?"

We went into the kitchen and I looked in the fridge. There was the brisket and some turkey. I suggested a sandwich.

Owen said "I don't want you working all day in the kitchen. Let me take you out to lunch again."

I thought about it for a minute. I really didn't want a sandwich, but I didn't know if we should go out. Mom was possibly on her way home now...

I said "Why don't we order pizza?"

Owen said "That's perfect! That way, if your mom still isn't home, I can kiss you between slices!"

I called Mom and asked her if she would want any. She said "Yes, and why don't you order some lasagna for tonight too." Then she told me she would be home in about an hour.

I told Owen. He looked a little worried. "What is it?" I asked him. I need to go to the bank to get some cash.

I said "Why don't we order the pizza and lasagna and then go to the bank. The bank's close by isn't it?"

He said the ATM was only about six blocks away.

So I ordered the pizza. Owen and I both prefer pepperoni, so we ordered a large pepperoni and a veggie pizza and the lasagna.

Then we went to the ATM. On the way there Owen said "It's weird, but even though your dad says I've got a lot of money, I'm really going to be broke soon. My parents aren't around to give me any more and I don't have a job."

I said "I'm willing to pay for sex! But seriously, Mom and Dad are your guardians, or they're going to be. You just need to talk to Dad. Besides, I can loan you some if you need it right away!"

Owen smiled at me and I smiled at him.

Then he asked "How's your butt? Is it sore?"

I wiggled it a little on the seat and said "Not really sore. I can tell it's there though. It feels kind of wet. I hope I'm not leaking come on your leather seats."

Owen groaned and said "Please don't say things like that when I'm driving. I'm not that great a driver."

We stopped at a red light. The ATM was on the other side of the intersection. I said "Since we're stopped, that reminds me. If you fuck me every morning, how will I explain the wet spots to my teachers? It could be embarrassing."

Owen looked smug and said "I suppose on school days I could pull out and come all over your face."

Damn, that sounded hot! "Got your interest there, didn't I," he said. Boy, did he! I wanted to grope him, but the light changed color.

He got his money out of the ATM and we headed home.

I checked my watch and we'd only been gone about five minutes. As soon as we closed the front door he pushed me up against it and then kissed me for about a minute. He said "Damn, Jamie I wish we had time! Talking in the car has my dick so hard it hurts."

I took his hand and dragged him into our bathroom. I closed the bathroom door and then knelt in front of him. I unzipped his pants and realized he was wearing the jockstrap again. I said "You know, you're going to get jock itch if you don't get that washed."

He said "But you're so cute when you see it! And it makes you crazy for me!"

I said "I'll admit I like it."

"Like?" he said. "Like?"

"Well, OK. Maybe I absolutely love you in it. But it can be clean. I mean it smells awesome, but I don't want you to get a skin infection from it."

"Fair enough, babe," he said.

I reached in his pants and pulled his cock out. I licked it a few times and he moaned.

Then the doorbell rang. I said "Wouldn't you know they'd make the fastest delivery ever?"

Owen tucked himself back in and we went to get the food. I put one of the pizzas in the oven with it set to low. Then Owen and I took the other one into the den to eat. We could sit side by side on the sofa while we ate. Owen kept one of his arms around me while he ate. Once between bites, he leaned over and whispered "I love you, Jamie" in my ear.

I mumbled "I love you, too" through a mouthful of pizza.

I heard Mom's car, so I went to the garage door. When she came in the house, I kissed her and told her Owen and I were eating in the den and that her pizza was in the oven.

"How is Owen today?" she asked.

I told her what happened at his house. I told her I hadn't left his side since then. I was on the verge of crying.

Mom said "You're fourteen. I don't expect you to know what to do in every situation. Just stay close."

"Did he take a nap today? I know he didn't sleep part of the night. Be sure and suggest it to him. He probably isn't sure what to do about anything," she said.

"No, neither one of us has had a nap. After we finish eating, I'll suggest it to him," I said.

"Oh, yeah. One other thing. Owen is worried about not having any money. I told him you and Dad would take care it, but I think he might feel weird asking you for money. He'll be broke soon and as he said, he has no parents to give him any more," I added.

Mom said "OK. We'll figure something out. He does know he's part of this family now, right?"

I said "He knows how I feel. I don't know if he knows how you and Dad feel."

"Let's go talk to him," she said.

We walked into the den. Owen stood up and my mom hugged him. "How are you holding up, Owen?" she asked him.

"OK, I guess. I'm fine when Jamie's around," he said. I smiled at him.

Mom said "I know this is all awkward for you, as well as incredibly painful. I know you're used to having your own room..." My lord! Where did that come from? I thought. They're still trying to separate us!

Owen said "No, that's not a problem at all! That's been great! And I know Jamie agrees. We've had a lot of time to talk. As a matter of fact, we're closer now than we've ever been."

My mom laughed and said "I wouldn't have thought that was possible!"

Mom continued "Owen, Ed and I really hope you will be happy living here with us. I hope you won't wait until we're your legal guardians to feel you're part of the family. I mean we love you at least as much as Jamie; what with him being so funny looking!"

"And smelling bad," Owen contributed.

I said "For that, there will be no french toast tomorrow!" I said.

Owen made a pitiful face and started making puppy noises.

"Well, maybe one piece," I said.

"Anyway, where was I... Oh, yes...if you need something, or something is bothering you; please let us know. If you aren't comfortable telling Ed or me, at least tell Jamie."

She continued "You know, I held you when you were born. Before your father, even. I think he was puking in the bathroom. I thought you were the most beautiful baby I had ever seen... I was terribly jealous of Janice. And I've loved you ever since." She hugged him. They both had tears in their eyes.

"Anyway, you boys finish eating. And then take a nap, if you feel like it. I'll be working on your parents' obituary. After that I'm meeting Ed at the lawyer's office. Things are going to be crazy for the next few days. If were not back by supper time, we may eat out. You two may have to fend for yourselves, but we've got the lasagna and plenty of barbecue," she said.

She left the den. Owen sat back down. I sat next to him and hugged him. He didn't eat anymore.

"Do you want to take a nap? I'll take one with you," I said.

"You need to eat more first. You haven't finished even one piece," Owen said to me.

He seemed very subdued. Maybe it was the mention of the obituary.

I finished the piece of pizza. "Owen, are you going to eat anymore?" I asked him.

"No, I'm not hungry," Owen said.

I whispered to him "Owen, I'm worried."

"About what?" he asked.

"I'm afraid if you don't eat more you won't be strong enough to have sex," I whispered.

"Good point. I'm really eating for two now, aren't I?" he replied. I nodded with a grin.

"Well, I'll eat another slice if you will," he smiled at me, so I guessed he cheered up a little.

We each took another slice. Owen wolfed his down and leered at me. "You mentioned sex, I believe."

"I think we better wait until Mom leaves," I said. I finished my piece quickly, too.

I carried the pizza box into the kitchen and Owen followed me. I put it in the refrigerator.

"You want something to drink?" I asked him.

"Do you have any ice tea?" he asked.

"No, I'll make some," I said.

I filled a large mug with water and put it in the microwave. Then I got the tea bags out of the pantry.

Owen asked me "Are you going to make it from scratch?"

Poor Owen, I thought. I guess Aunt Janice gave him instant. Owen needed me and I was glad!

I said "I think 'scratch' is when you pluck the leaves yourself. Would you rather have instant? We have it." He shook his head no.

I filled two glasses with ice and sat with him at the table.

I told him "My mother said I looked like a monkey when I was born. But you were 'beauuuutiful'..."

"Surely you didn't have a tail," Owen said.

"I'm not sure she knows the difference between monkeys and apes. I bet she tried to trade me for you," I said.

"My mom was no idiot. There was no way she would trade the most beauuuutiful baby in the world for a monkey boy. Besides I was already three and housebroken," he said.

Then he asked me "Did your mom really say you looked like a monkey or did you make it up?"

"Oh, yeah. I asked my dad if it was true and he said at the hospital my mom dropped me and I rolled under the bed. They couldn't get to me right away because they were watching the Home Shopping Network on the hospital TV. He said he couldn't remember what I looked like before she dropped me, but afterwards the dust bunnies I'd picked up under the bed looked like fur on me. He said they were so excited when they left the hospital with me because their new set of kitchen knives would be arriving in a few days. Then he said 'But we love you anyway, honey'."

Owen was laughing so hard I thought he was going to be sick.

The microwave beeped. I put three tea bags in the mug and let them seep.

Owen was red faced but he'd stopped laughing.

He whispered "I think you're the most beautiful person in the world." I looked at him, but he wasn't joking. I started to take his hand, but then thought I better not. I smiled at him, feeling absolutely great!

I poured half of the brewed tea into each glass and added a little water. I asked Owen if he wanted sugar.

"Two spoons," he said.

I put sugar in both glasses, stirred them, and handed him one. We drank them in happy silence.

Mom walked in the kitchen and asked about the pizza. I took her veggie pizza out of the oven and got a plate from the cabinet. I asked her how many pieces she wanted and she said two. I put them on the plate and handed it to her.

"Do you want something to drink? I asked her.

"Just a bottle of water will be fine," she said. I got it out of the fridge and handed it to her.

Then she read us the obituary and Owen looked like he'd been hit by a truck.

"I think we should go lie down," I told her.

"Owen, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. But I didn't want to have the obit in the paper without your OK. Is it OK? Is there anything you want to add or change?" she asked him.

Owen shook his head no.

I took his hand and lead him to our bedroom. He was crying again. I knew why my mom did it, but it still pissed me off. I could have told her what it would do to him if she'd asked me. But...maybe it was the only way.

When we got to our room, Owen walked to the window and stared out it. I said "All you can see is the side of the house you used to live in."

Owen said "I loved that house. I was so happy. You were right next door and I knew you were ready for our next great adventure, whatever it was."

He turned and looked at the bookshelf. He picked up The Field Guide to North American Reptiles. All the other field guides we'd studied were there on the shelf. He asked "How did you end up with all the field guides?"

It was a sad story and I didn't want to make him sadder, but he asked. I said "Don't you remember? When you moved you said I should keep them because your new house had a shopping center behind it and you could identify rats and pigeons without...any...help."

He was crying again. "I was so, so happy here! Was it just me? Were you happy? Were you anywhere near as happy as I was?"

I said "Owen, you were always the sun in my sky. You were the first thing I thought of when I woke up and the last thing before I fell asleep. I loved my parents, but you were my idol. And my best friend and my partner in crime."

"So they decided we were a little too happy!" he said. "And they thought how much better things would be if we were separated."

I sighed and said "I don't think they ever understood. Did you hear my mom earlier saying you must hate being in my room when you're used to having your own? When she said that, I thought 'They're still trying to separate us'. But...I guess most teenagers want their own room. We've just never been like most people. I'm thrilled I don't have my own room anymore. Thrilled to be with you again."

I continued "We're approaching the age when we will be making our choices for ourselves. And whether they think we should date other people or have separate bedrooms or have as many friends as they think we should have won't matter."

He leaned over, kissed me quickly and said "And I'll be able to kiss you without worrying about being thrown out of the house."

"Exactly!" I said. "And if they don't like us together, I plan to ignore their opinions on the subject completely."

I walked over and closed the bedroom door. Then I walked back over to Owen. I decided a change of subject would be good. I put my arms around him and asked "Do you know why I love you?"

"Because I'm charming, witty, and irresistibly handsome, I assume. That's what most people say in their love notes."

"You get a lot of love notes?"

"Two or three a day. That reminds me, I need to go by my love letter post office box. I'll let you carry them!"

"Do you have your love 'notes' going to a love 'letter' post office box?"

"Of course not. They wouldn't all fit in one box!"

"I forgot what I was going to say!"

"You were trying to work up the courage to ask me if you could give me a blow job."

"I was?"

"That's what most people ask me in their love notes. The love letters are a little more flowery. The letters say things like 'Your eyes are like limpid pools. Can I please give you a blow job?'"

"Those people could save a lot of money if they sent emails."

"Don't be tacky! I would never reply to a blow job request by email!"

"Oh, I remember! I was going to tell you I love you for your money, and if you give me some, I'll give you a blow job."

"How much?"

"I love you a lot because you've got a lot of money!"

"No. How much for a blow job?"

"One dollar and eight cents."

"People usually pay me much more than that."

"No! You pay me!"

"Do you really think millionaires carry pennies in their pockets?"

"I don't know. You've never let me put my hand in your pocket."

Owen smiled at me and said "Go right ahead."

I put my hand in his pocket and squeezed his dick. "Ooh, that's not a penny," I said. I began rubbing it.

"See? No pennies..."

Owen wrapped his arms around me, bent down and kissed me, slowly.

"Damn you have me hot! But with your mom in the house, we better postpone it. Let's take a nap," he said.

I lay down on my bed and he got on his. We were facing each other. Owen said "You're in the wrong bed."

I smiled at him and mouthed Mom.

He still patted his bed. I walked over and whispered "Is this wise?"

"I'll sleep better," Owen said.

We'll leave the door open, I thought. Besides, Mom saw us sleeping together this morning and didn't seem to mind.

I got on his bed on my side. Owen wrapped his arms around me. I could really get used to this, I thought. I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep.

A soft noise woke me. It was my parents whispering. I kept my eyes closed and tried to listen to see if they were upset we were in the same bed.

"Look at them! Don't they look sweet together?" my mom whispered. "Look at Owen's face. He looks so peaceful and contented."

My mom continued "Oh, Ed. I do hope Jamie finds someone he loves as much as Owen. And who is as devoted to him as Owen has always been."

She continued whispering "You know, in a way...it's a real shame Owen isn't gay too."

Oh lord! I thought. Is she saying she wants Owen and me to be together! Maybe she just means so we'd have being gay in common too...

Dad said "Owen told me Sunday that he's gay too."

My mom made a squeaky noise. Was she glad? I heard the bedroom door close.

I thought about waking Owen, but decided it could wait. I wondered if Dad was telling her we'd already had sex. If so, that door might be flying open soon....

I woke again at the sound of the doorbell. Then it rang again. I got out of bed, pulling myself out of Owen's arms.

Owen mumbled "Is that the door?"

"Yeah," I said.

I opened the bedroom door and called "Mom? Dad?"

There was no answer. "I'm going to see who's at the door" I told Owen. He got up too.

I walked to the door and looked through the keyhole. It was Elly and her husband, Coach Robinson.

I opened the door. Elly was holding a deli tray of sandwiches.

Elly said "Food at times of grief. It's what nice people do. So we thought 'What the hell, we'll do it too'."

That was Elly all right. I stood there.

Elly said "It's traditional for the stupid teenagers to invite the serial killers into the house, Jamie."

I laughed and held the door open for them. They walked in.

Owen was right behind me. Elly handed the tray to her husband and said to Owen "I'm so sorry, Owen. Your parents were always nice to me. They never once, to my knowledge called the police on me. Although that may only be because they spent so much time looking for you and Jamie in the woods."

Owen smiled and said "Thanks."

Elly pushed, pushed the tray at me and said "Put them in your pantry with your cupcakes" managing to spray me with spit on the Ps, which I expected and the Cs, which I didn't. Deliberately? Absolutely.

Poor innocent Coach Robinson said "Hon, there's mayo on some of those."

"Oh, Jamie knows exactly where I want him to put the sandwiches," she said. She got me with the P again. I wouldn't need a shower tonight.

I said "I'll just put these in the fridge," and took them in the kitchen. I had to clear space for them in the refrigerator.

I walked back into the hall. They had moved into the living room. Elly was telling Owen a story about how she had accidentally given his dad flat tires on two consecutive days. It involved a pin the tail on the donkey poster and a new set of darts that she had liberated from her uncle's house. I didn't really believe it, but Owen was smiling. So that was good.

Elly is a very generous person and I'm sure she was doing this to bring a smile to Owen's face.

I said "Would you like something to drink?"

Elly said "I'll have a Mai Tai. Better make it a double. And put it in a to go cup because I'm driving." Then she said "And I don't like those little umbrellas they put in them so I'll have a little yellow slicker in mine, if you have one."

We all laughed at that a while. Then Coach Robinson said "What was that about the cupcakes?"

Elly said "This morning monkey boy here..." I stuck my bottom lip out to Owen. "Called the school office to say he wouldn't be in. I was pretending to be nice. Again. And I said we were all praying for Owen and Jamie's family. Then the little rat..."

"Hey, 'monkey'!" I said.

"Right, the smelly monkey says 'Heaven holds a place for those who pray, Mrs. Robinson'."

Owen and Coach looked mystified.

I said "How could you smell me over the phone?"

Elly looked at them and said "From the song?"

"What song?" Owen and Coach said together.

Elly said "Mrs. Robinson, of course. So then I said he was a rotten little fucker and I was going to come over and beat the crap out of him. And he says 'Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes'. They both laughed.

"So I decided to try and pretend to be nice again, so I said 'Please, Jamie. What do I have to do to get you to never recite another line of Mrs. Robinson to me? And he said..." And here Elly pointed to me.

I sang "We'd like to help you learn to help yourself!"

Owen and Coach laughed and Owen high fived me.

Elly said "Where are your parents, Jamie? You haven't finally run them off, have you?"

"I guess they're at the lawyer's office," I told her.

I said "You know, my dad still refers to you as the 'Spit Ball Queen'."

"Of course! I am undefeated monkey boy," Elly said.

Elly turned to Frank. She said "When I used to baby-sit for Jamie, we would sit around and do this for hours. It was the most fun...wait...it was the only fun I ever had babysitting."

She continued "One evening, Jamie enacted this version of The Grinch Who Stole Christmas using a Darth Vader doll to play the Grinch. The story was a really weird mix of Star Wars and Seuss. In Jamie's version, instead of stealing the toys, the Vader/Grinch sent them to Alderan and then blew up the planet. Max was a little robot who said `beep'. He even had the heavy breathing down pat. Before he even finished, I was laughing so hard my bubble gum went down my windpipe. If I wasn't so evil, I might have died. Jamie said he knew the Heimlich Maneuver and stomped on my foot..." Ok, that part was not true, but the rest was.

Elly continued "When Jamie's parents got home, I offered to pay his father for staying with him."

I don't know if that was true, but we did always have a blast.

We were all laughing and Owen and Coach were hysterically laughing.

"Well we've got to run," Elly said. "We're going to visit Frank's mother in prison."

I looked at Coach. He said "She's not in prison. It's a retirement village."

Elly said "Then why do the doors only unlock from the outside?"

Coach said "You should be nice to my mom! She's the one who convinced me to marry you."

Coach told us "On our first date, five minutes into it, Elly said something... I won't say what, because I blush easily..." we laughed. He continued "I started laughing so hard that, unlike Elly's gum, I spit out part of my margarita right onto Elly's dress."

"Now, most women would be shocked, or angry about me messing up their dress, much less spitting on them. But Elly sat there with this little satisfied smirk." I was giggling. It was so Elly.

Coach continued "The next time I talked to my mom, I told her about the date. She said 'Son, some women are beautiful and some are great cooks, but a woman you can vomit on who still smiles at you, that's the woman for you'."

We laughed and no one said anything for a while.

Elly stood up and took Coach's hand. "We've really got to go," Elly said. Then she said "Owen, we are all thinking of you. I'm so glad you have somewhere you can go at a time like this where you can have a laugh." Then she added "And if you buy one of those hepa hospital masks, you won't even have to smell him."

They walked to the door and walked out. I waved as they got in the car and then closed the door.

I said to Owen, "Oh...I forgot to get her her Mai Tai!"

Owen hugged me and then kissed me.

Then he said "I'm hiding if she ever comes back." I laughed. Owen continued "Being married to her would be...strange!"

I said "She was laying it on heavy to keep you laughing. She isn't always 'on' like that."

"Elly loves to make people laugh. The last thing she would want to do is make someone cry," I said. "I'm sure that's why she didn't reminisce more about your parents."

I said "Let's go to my bedroom. There's something I need to tell you."

I told him about what I heard my mom and dad say during our nap.

Owen said "We'll that sounds great! But it doesn't mean she's willing to allow us to have sex." He smiled at me and said "It definitely sounds like they will both be glad about us, at least eventually."

Owen closed the bedroom door and got in bed with me. We kissed for a while. He rubbed one of his hands along with my side and my thigh.

When we were taking a breather, I smiled at him and said "Do you want go in the bathroom?"

He grinned at me. Then he got up and took my hand. We walked into the bathroom and he locked the bathroom door. I knelt on the bathroom mat. He walked up to me and slowly unzipped his zipper. He stared at me and said "Is this what you want, Jamie?" I stared at him and nodded. "Will you jerk off for me? I want to watch you do it."

He reached in his pants and pulled his cock and balls out. "Do you like this, baby?" he asked, pointing to his cock.

I said "Owen...I absolutely love it!"

He was hard. He pulled my face to him and rubbed his stiff prick around on my face. Then he started stroking it. He said "Do you like watching me do this, Jamie?"

I nodded, but kept watching his dick. He was stroking it faster. After about a minute he said "You want my come, baby?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"It won't be long Jamie until I give you what you want."

I groaned. It was so hot. I reached in my pants quickly and pulled out my cock. I started to stroke it, but thought I would come too soon. So I stopped.

The head of Owen's beautiful cock was wet. I reached my tongue out and licked it. He kept stroking. He kept stroking a couple of minutes.

"I'm close, Jamie," he said. Then he groaned again and placed the head of his cock on my tongue. He said "Here it is, baby!" He moaned loudly and his come began spurting into my mouth. There were five spurts which hit the back of my mouth.

When it started to trickle on my tongue, Owen said "Damn fucking damn. That was too fucking hot!"

Then he said "Jamie! Keep your mouth open. I want you to see what I'm seeing. Owen walked over to the bathroom door and unlocked it. Then he went into the bedroom. He came back in the bathroom with his cell phone. His dick was still stiff and swinging as he walked. He walked up to me and placed the head of his cock on my tongue again. Then he started taking pictures. He was moaning and then he said "So hot. So absolutely fucking hot."

He backed up and then he started taking pictures of my open mouth.

Finally he said "You can swallow it now, Jamie."

I swallowed it. I could really taste his load. And I liked it. Owen was grinning at me. I grinned back. I stood up.

He said "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?"

I said "Oh, yeah. It was great!"

He started looking at the photos on his cell. He pointed out the second one. It was incredible. His dick was all glossy and was resting on my tongue, over his pooled semen. He said "Is that a great shot or what. I flipped through the other pictures. Owen knelt in front of me and said "Why don't you enjoy those photos while I take care of you."

He leaned in and began sucking my cock. Looking at the photos, well, all I can say was three of them were incredible hot. It didn't take more than a minute or so for me to be close to shooting. I looked at one of the photos. It was my open mouth filled with Owen's OWEN'S come! And I came, boy did I!

Owen sucked me until I was soft. Then we both put our dicks away.

Owen leaned down to me and pressed his mouth to mine. He kissed me slowly. He moved his tongue slowly around in my mouth.

Finally he pulled back and I said "I love you, Owen."

"And I love you, Jamie."

Owen said "Now let's delete these."

He started deleting the photos.

I said "Are you crazy? Those were incredible!"

He said "No, the incredible part is that we can do it again whenever we want!"

"Wow! That's true!" I said. We could! We really could!

We walked back in the bedroom. I said "Do you want to figure out how to arrange our stuff? I don't know if we need two computers in here. Do you want to share one? Or if you use your laptop in bed, we don't need desk space for it. I don't know how you use it. What do you think?"

Owen said "It really doesn't matter to me. I say we leave the desktop PC on the desk. Then either one of us can use the laptop in bed, if they need to."

"I don't plan to keep secrets from you, Jamie. So sharing computers is fine with me," Owen told me.

"You know, I'd really like to find a place for my weights. I don't plan to stay on the football team, but I have to stay in shape for my man," Owen said, winking at me.

"You are really dropping off the team?" I asked him.

"Yeah. Why stay on it? I'd rather be with you. I don't have to worry about my father not liking it. It was his idea I try out for the team in the first place. I never would have done it on my own," he told me.

"Well, I can't say I'm sorry. More time with me sounds great to me!"

I said "I don't think there's any way we can squeeze the weights in here. Even if we had only one bed."

Owen said "No, they take up a lot of space. Although...if I worked out in here, I could work out in just a jockstrap."

Hmm. Owen hot and sweaty. Muscles bulging. In a jockstrap. My dick got so hard.

I said "Maybe we could sleep in the hall," and we both laughed.

Owen said "Speaking of sweaty clothes, I need to get some washed."

He gathered them up and I took him to the laundry room. "We can put these all in one load," I said as we loaded the washer.

One of the things he was washing was his jockstrap. I took it and said "Once we get this out of the dryer, we should really have you try it on. Just to make sure it hasn't shrunk." I grinned at him.

"Yeah. That's really so nice of you to be so concerned."

"I'm just a nice guy. What can I say?"

Before I added it to the washer, I took a deep sniff of it and closed my eyes. Holy fuck! It smelled good!

Owen got behind me. He nuzzled my ear and said "Do you like that Jamie? Do you like the way your lover smells?"

My lover. My lover. It sounded great and it was true!

"Owen, I love everything about you. So much that it's a little scary to me."

"There's nothing to be scared of, love. I love you so much."

He continued "Even if your parents tried to keep us apart, we would still be lovers. And we will be together! Hopefully, we won't have to hide it."

I sighed. I was really so happy. And then I felt bad about that. Should I be happier than I've ever been in my life the day after my aunt and uncle - Owen's parents - died? I didn't say anything to Owen about it. I thought he didn't need me to remind him his parents were dead. I didn't want to upset him, to hurt him.

Looking back at that time, I cringe a little thinking of how often we had sex. Shouldn't we have been grieving? Sad? Was I keeping him from grieving for his parents? Was that bad?

But I wasn't using sex to distract him. When he held me like he was doing, I couldn't think of anything but him. And in those days right after the tragedy, the sex just happened, and happened, and happened!

But actually, not right then. After we got the washer going Owen said "How's Amigo? Do you still have him?" Amigo is the box turtle.

I said "We still have him. He's half yours, you know."

"Is he still living in the flower bed next to our old house?"

"Yeah. You want to go see him?" I asked. I looked at the clock. It was 5:30. He might be up and about, I thought.

We walked outside and went over to the side of the house. Owen stared at his old house.

"Do the Jenkins still live there?" he asked.

"No," I said. "They sold it a couple of years ago. An older couple, the Baileys bought it."

"What are they like?" he asked me.

I looked to see if their car was there. It wasn't.

"They're OK. I don't see much of them. I do know insanity runs in the family."

Owen laughed and asked "Why do you say that?"

"One day Mrs. Bailey saw I was out here working in Amigo's flower bed. She said she could help me get it looking beautiful. I didn't want to tell her it was designed to house Amigo, but wouldn't you know it, he came wandering out from under his bush. Curious about the crazy lady, I guess. She almost shrieked. It was a sort a gasp/shriek. I said he was my pet and he lived in this flower bed. When her hysteria had passed she asked 'Is that a box turtle?' I said yes. She decided to share her wisdom to me and said 'They're very destructive, you know!'"

Owen burst out laughing.

I said "I know, can you imagine how hard he would have to work to destroy something? Anyway I told her I'd had him for years and he hadn't destroyed anything yet. She looked skeptical. Then she said 'You know, those are dandelion weeds in that bed!' I said 'I know, I planted them for the turtle'. Her eyes bugged out and she said 'You know they spread!' She turned around and went back in her house."

"Another time she asked me if I had any other pets. I said 'No, not right now'. For a while she started bringing me photos of kitties from animal shelters..."

Owen said "She doesn't know about Snowbell! Like your parents would ever let you have another cat!" Snowball was a kitty from hell. "Does she still do it?"

"No. We're really not speaking. In an amazing coincidence, their lawn got a dandelion infestation that, purely by chance mind you, was worse right over here closest to Amigo's flower bed. She complained to my mom who made me dig up Amigo's dandelions. Amigo still refers to that day as 'The Day They Took My Dandelions Away'. He was depressed but I guess he's coming out of it if he's humming The Star Spangled Banner again."

Owen was laughing and I laughed too. Then he said "It's really been hard on you, hasn't it; being a single parent and having to raise a destructive thug all by yourself. But now I'm here to help."

I smiled at him. We turned to the flower bed and I said "Come on out Amigo. I've got a nice juicy worm for you."

Owen said "Please! Don't lie to our child!"

Amigo didn't show himself. I went and got the hose and turned the water on. I sprinkled the flower bed for a bit and then went and turned the water off. By the time I got back, Amigo was walking around.

"He looks exactly the same." Owen said. "I was afraid your poor parenting might show."

"Hey. I'm not a poor parent. All the plants in there are edible and I give him prepared food with vitamins twice a week. And mealworms every once in a while. There are plenty of bugs and slugs in there too."

"I bet the Baileys love that too."

"I wish you still lived next door," I said with a sigh.

Owen said "I live in your house. Are you already trying to get me out of it?"

I laughed and said "I meant I wish you had never moved."

"You and me both."

I asked him "Did your parents ever tell you why you were moving? Did they say they didn't want you to hang around me?"

"No, Jamie. I told you; they loved you. Mom would tell us things about you, about school; that your mom told her."

"My dad was really trying to sell me on the fact that the house had a pool. He kept saying how much fun we'd all have. All I could see was that it was too far from you."

"I'll tell you, the very first time I went to see the house, my mom asked me how I liked it. I told her I hated it. She asked why. I told her it was too far away from you. She said it was closer to the high school. Like I cared about that at all! I mean come on! Does any kid judge a house by how close it is to school? `Please mom, let's move here. It's a block closer to school!' Well we moved anyway, which showed me how much my opinion was worth to them."

"We moved and I was seriously depressed and alone. My dad told me I was turning into a loner! Me! They turned me into a loner as far as I was concerned. I was never alone before. Remember how, even when one of us was sick, our parents couldn't keep us away from each other.

"My dad told me to get out and make friends with the kids in the new neighborhood. Well, guess what? There weren't any, or any my age at least. A lot of the homes were owned by older people like the Baileys and we both know how much fun they are! There were two high school age kids next door, but they thought I was a creep and told me so whenever they saw me.

"Eventually, I just started wandering around the neighborhood; wondering what you were doing.

"I guess my parents assumed that one friend was just as good as another. If I didn't have you around, the first kid I ran into would be just dandy as a replacement.

"Of course, I learned over the years that that wasn't true. I never believed it anyway. You know, I actually pretended I had friends to my parents. I was afraid of what they'd do if they found out I didn't. I guess it got to be a habit. I know I acted like I had friends even in front of you. I guess part of me was ashamed to admit I didn't have any friends any more, even to you."

God! This was painful for me to hear. My heart ached for him. I didn't have it so bad. I knew I didn't have a best friend anymore, but I was still having a good time, sometimes. I had people like Elly in my life, and there were still kids I knew in the neighborhood. We did things together occasionally. None of them were people I confided in though. We just did things together.

Just then a car pulled up in front of our house. It parked along the street. I walked up to it and a lady got out of the car. I'd never seen her before.

"Are you Jamie?" she asked me.

"Yes."

"My name is Susan. I work with your mother. Is she home?"

"No. I think she's still at the lawyer's office." I told her.

She walked up to me and hugged me.

Then she said to Owen "Are you Owen?" Owen nodded.

She said "I'm so sorry for your loss.

"I know at times like this you don't have time or feel like cooking, so I brought a casserole and an apple pie." She got them out of the car. She handed me the heavy casserole and Owen the apple pie. And him bigger and everything!

Then she said "Tell your mom I sent my love. I've got to dash though. I'm picking up my son."

I said I'd tell her and said thanks. She got back in her car. I waved, which was difficult to do with a casserole, and she drove off.

"Let's get these inside." I said to Owen.

We walked back in the house and went to the kitchen. I opened the casserole. It smelled pretty good, but there was clearly `mystery meat' in it.

We put the pie and the casserole in the fridge.

I said "As long as we woke up our child, I suppose we should feed it."

I got a leaf of romaine lettuce out of the fridge. I sprinkled some powdered vitamins on it that I kept under the kitchen sink. Then I took it out to Amigo.

He tore into it and I thought, damn! I wish Owen had taken him when he moved. He would have had at least one `Amigo' with him at the new house.

I went back in the house. As soon as I closed the door, Owen took me in his arms.

I said "Hi! My name is Bob. I think you're very cute. Would you like to go count my tattoos?"

Owen laughed and said "You're a terrible liar Bob. I happen to know you don't have any tattoos."

"Ha! A lot you know. There's a bar code on the bottom of my right foot. My parents put it there. They were having a garage sale and they put bar codes on everything. I think they were disappointed they didn't sell everything."

Owen laughed some more. I was determined to make sure Owen had a better time now that he lived with us, and laughter and blow jobs were bound to help!

My cell phone rang. It was Mom.

"Hi, Mom."

"Hi, honey. We're on the way home. Will you put the lasagna in the oven for dinner, and make a salad to go with it, if you don't mind," she said.

"No problem, Mom. Elly dropped dropped by and brought some sandwiches and then a lady named Susan from your office brought a casserole. We've got plenty of food!" I said.

"Is Susan still there?"

"No, she said she had to pick up her son. Who is she?"

"She's my boss. You've heard me mention her a hundred times!"

I guess I wasn't paying attention... I knew my mom had a boss, but I didn't remember her name.

"Honey, I've got my mind set on lasagna. I've been thinking about it all afternoon. I never did eat any pizza. We can have the casserole tomorrow.

"How's Owen, honey?"

"He's OK, Mom," I said.

"Love you! See you soon!" She hung up.

I told Owen I was going to make a salad. He was sitting at the kitchen table.

I got started on the salad and said "Hey, Owen?"

"Yeah, Jamie."

"I love you," I told him.

He walked behind me and put his arms around me. He said "I love you too, Jamie. With all my heart."

Salad making paused while he gave me a long, slow kiss.

He sat back down. I went to the oven and pulled the pizza out. It didn't look very good, having been in there all afternoon. My mom had turned the oven off though. I put the pizza in the refrigerator. Then I turned the oven on.

I went back to finishing the salad.

"Owen, I sure wish I knew what Mom and Dad are going to say about 'us'."

"I really have no idea, Jamie. It didn't seem to bother your father much, but I don't know how your mother feels. It sounds like she doesn't have a problem with the idea of us as a couple. Whether that means she's willing to allow her fourteen year old son to have an active sex life, I don't know."

"What will we do if she forbids us from having sex?" I wondered.

Owen said "I guess we'll do our best to do what they tell us, if that's what you want to do. If they tell us we can't fuck, that's one thing. I think we could live with that until you're older. If they tell us we can't have sex at all... I don't know if I could do that. Could you?"

"No, I agree with you," I said. "Dad didn't tell us to stop though, so maybe it won't come to that."

"I'll tell you one thing, Jamie. I'm not letting anyone keep us apart. In a year I'll be eighteen and I guess I'll have some money. I don't know how that will work. Whether it will be a trust fund or what. Anyway, I should be able to get a place of my own. What we did there, they wouldn't have to know."

My eyes teared up at the thought of Owen moving out of the house.

"Owen, that would be like losing you again! How often would I be able to see you? Would I have to sneak out to see you?"

Owen walked up to me and held me. "Jamie, I don't want to move away. I just meant we wouldn't always have to live by their rules. "Don't worry baby. I plan to stick by your side."

Then Owen said "Jamie, do you have any candles?"

Candles? I thought. I knew I'd seen some scented candles somewhere, but I couldn't remember where. I thought about it for a second. "Look in the bottom shelf of the china cabinet in the dining room."

Owen left the room. I wondered why he wanted candles.

He came back in the kitchen a couple of minutes later. "Did you find them?" I asked.

"Yeah, I did. Thanks."

"Why do you want candles?"

"Jamie, come over here a minute." I walked over to him.

He pushed his chair back and said "Here, sit on my lap." That sounded like fun and it was!

Owen said "I thought that tonight, after your parents go to bed, we might lay a couple of blankets down in the bathroom. Light a candle or two, and then make slow passionate love in there. No bed will be squeaking and we can lock the door."

I leaned over and pressed my mouth to his. "That sounds absolutely wonderful!" I told him. "As long as my parents don't rain on our parade."

"Yeah, well...maybe they won't bring it up. It's possible your father hasn't told your mother everything. And if they do forbid us from having sex, we can still go in their and kiss. I wouldn't mind spending an hour thoroughly kissing you!"

I said "That's true! It would still be very romantic. Although if you kiss me for an hour, I will probably come in my underwear!"

"That's easily prevented, Jamie. I'll just make sure I remove your underwear first." He nibbled on my ear.

Boy, did I want Owen's cock at that point, but my parents were on their way home. I got up and finished the salad.

"Owen, this morning...when you fucked me...I loved it! But I've been wondering... Do you want me to fuck you?"

"If you want to, Jamie."

"No. What I mean is do you want me to fuck you? Is it something you want?"

Owen paused before saying "I would have to say I would only enjoy it if I thought it was making you happy. It's not something I've been hoping would happen..."

I said "I don't think I could even do it. I don't think I could keep my dick hard. The thought of your dick inside me makes me crazy with lust. The thought of mine in you...it just seems...weird."

Owen said "Baby, that's because we're perfect together! Absolutely perfect! I want to bury my cock in you as deeply as possible. As often as possible. I want my come in you. And you want that too, don't you?"

"Oh, yeah! That is so awesome! That we are so...in sync."

I put the tray of lasagna in the oven. It came with garlic bread and I put it in the oven too. Then I made some tea for dinner.

We could hear a car pulling into the garage.

My dad came into the house. "Hi guys! How are you two doing?"

We both said "Fine."

"Man, am I bushed! We've got lots of news, but I'm off to get a shower first. Jamie, grab me a beer will you?"

I took one out of the fridge and removed the cap. I handed it to him.

"See you boys in a bit. Your mom should be here any second." He left the room.

"He's in a good mood," I said. "Maybe that means good news for us."

We heard Mom's car and a minute later she was in the house. She walked into the kitchen. "Hello guys!" She leaned down and kissed my cheek. Then she kissed Owen's cheek. Owen looked a little surprised. I thought `Well, she's not mad. But maybe it's because she didn't know everything yet'.

She asked Owen "Are you holding up OK, Owen?"

"Yeah, I'm doing OK. Better, when Jamie's around."

"Yes...well we'll talk about that later."

Then she said "The memorial service for your parents is Thursday at 10 am."

Owen looked stricken. No surprise there. I was glad the service was sooner rather than later. There was no doubt in my mind that it would be a rough day for all of us.

"Do you have a suit you can wear?" Mom asked him.

"Not one that still fits," Owen said.

Mom sighed. "Jamie's doesn't fit anymore either. That's the problem with guys your age. A suit lasts about a year. I guess actually it's a problem with the suits, not you!"

"Do you want to buy a suit for the service?" Owen looked at me and I shrugged.

"No, I guess not. I probably wouldn't ever wear it again."

"Do you have dress pants and a nice shirt you can wear?" Mom asked him.

"Yes. I brought them over yesterday."

"That will work. If you have black pants, wear them."

"Jamie, wear your black dress pants and a white long- sleeved shirt."

Owen asked "Is the service at St Catherine's?"

"Yes, it is."

"I smell the lasagna. I haven't eaten anything all day. I'm starved!" she said.

"How did it go with the lawyer?" I asked her.

"It went well. Everything is in order and the will is very specific. No one is expected to contest any part of it. Owen is named as the beneficiary of everything."

She continued "Owen, your mom had a one million dollar life insurance policy. Your father had a two million dollar policy. In addition, Jack had a one million dollar accidental death policy. As you know your dad worked for a life insurance company, which is probably why they had so much coverage."

Wow! Holy shit! And Wow!! I looked at Owen. He looked like he didn't know what to make of it. It was kind of inconceivable, at least to me. From the look on Owen's face, to him too.

Mom continued "Your parents also had significant amounts of savings and investments. Right now the grand total is around nine million dollars."

Owen asked "How will that work? Will it go into a trust fund? Will I get it in cash? I don't know anything about investments."

Amen to that! I thought. It's not something they teach in school.

Mom said "Well, you're definitely not going to get a check for nine million dollars. The money that's invested can remain where it is. That's what your uncle and I recommend for now. A financial adviser can work with us when you feel the need to change, or even want to investigate the alternatives. I'm sure your parents picked their investments carefully, so leaving the money where it is for now is probably best. We have money invested in some of the same things. The savings and life insurance are yours to do with as you wish for now. It will probably be a couple of weeks before it all starts rolling in.

"Obviously you'll want to put the money somewhere. You aren't going to want four million dollars in a checking account. A financial advisor can make recommendations, and we'll meet with one.

"Now, if you should decide to do something immature like buy Jamie a 24 carat gold plated Cadillac that he can't even drive; as your guardians, we would feel obliged to object and try to block it."

"Owen, she didn't say anything about a Porsche!" I added. We all laughed.

Mom continued "You understand that part, right? Once you are older and on your own, it will all be up to you."

"Oh, yeah. I understand completely. To be honest, I've never dealt with money. It's kind of terrifying. I really want your help!"

Mom looked pleased. "We'll do that."

"Now, I'd like to talk to Jamie alone for a few minutes. Owen will you wait in your bedroom?" Owen walked out of the room.

Mom turned to me and stared at me. "You are so young. But in some ways, you are mature beyond your years. I've never known you to do anything foolish.

"Your father and I have been discussing your relationship with Owen. As a matter of fact, we've spent hours today talking about it. Part of me is very happy about it. On the other hand, because of your age, I feel I should insist the two of you put a hold on any physical relationship until you are older. But then there is the matter of Jack and Janice's deaths. Owen just lost them. He needs you, he really does. Your father and I are afraid of seeming to take you away from him too. You are probably filling a void in his life right now and that is a very good thing. I really wish you were at least two or three years older before starting a physical relationship.

"I don't want you to think I don't approve of you and Owen being in love. Ever since your father and I began to suspect you were gay, a little voice in my head kept saying `Wouldn't it be great if Jamie and Owen...'. You've always been devoted to Owen and he has been to you. Sometimes to the point that it irritated his parents.

"I don't know how many times I saw the two of you konked out on the sofa, leaning against each other. And I remember once going looking for you for dinner. You and Owen were sitting on the bench in the back yard. His arm was wrapped around you and the two of you were watching a sunset together. I got goose bumps. Looking back on memories like that, it seems inevitable. And I'm happy about it. I really am. I...just...wish...you...were...older!

"You know (or maybe you don't), most parents spend a lot of time worrying about who their children will marry. Will they love them? Will they be faithful? Will it last?

"Then there is the whole sexually transmitted disease issue. When I was in high school a friend of mine went on a date with another student. They kissed. She contracted herpes. No sex, just a kiss. She was devastated. She was a responsible person and felt obligated to tell boys who asked her out that she had herpes. Every one of them as far as I know changed their minds.

"And that's just herpes. As you know there are much worse things out there. Who knows what you could catch on your first date! With Owen I don't have to worry about any of that.

"When all this is considered, I still think you are too young. But I'm not going to make Owen any more miserable than he already is.

"Now I need to talk to Owen alone. Will you get him for me? And make yourself scarce."

Well, she wasn't furious, which surprised me. I understood what she was talking about, all the points she had raised. When she said she wasn't going to make Owen any more miserable, it sounded like she would let us continue. I was really excited, but I was afraid to get my hopes up yet.

I went and got Owen. I smiled at him and told him Mom wanted to see him. Owen went to see her. I closed my bedroom door, but hid in the hall to listen.

Mom said "Owen. I know the last few days have been awful..."

Owen said "No, they haven't, not completely. Parts have been terrible...awful, but thanks to Jamie, I'm happier than I've ever been." Whoa! I thought.

"Owen, your parents were under the distinct impression you were straight. Are you saying now that you aren't?"

"No. My parents were wrong. I tried to be straight. I thought that would make them happy. I thought it was what I was supposed to be. I had sex once with a girl. I didn't enjoy it and really had no desire to do it again."

"This is a very traumatic time for you. You're emotionally vulnerable. Are you absolutely sure you are in romantic love with Jamie? Are you sure you just aren't latching on to him to keep from feeling alone, or to keep you from being overwhelmed by your parents' deaths?"

Owen said "Absolutely."

"Did you come to feel this way before or after your parents died?"

"I realized it late Saturday, so it was before. I realized then that Jamie was everything I was missing. But I've always loved Jamie. You know that. It's not a sudden realization. I just finally allowed myself to be...myself. And suddenly I was happy. I do feel really guilty about being so happy when my parents have just died, but I am happy. Every time I look at Jamie, I want to sing!" I couldn't see Mom's face, but that brought a big smile to mine.

"Jamie, I can see your shadow. You've never been very good at hiding. Come on in here."

I walked into the room.

"I love both of you. And I won't lie. I wish so much that you were older, Jamie. But pulling you apart was almost impossible when you were little. It would probably take a bomb now." I giggled.

"I don't want to see anything. At all. Ever. I will be extremely uncomfortable. I will be very unhappy and I will make you pay! That means no making out anywhere in the house besides your bedroom. With the door closed! This is seriously creeping me out just talking about it. If I actually saw it, I would probably lose it and grab an axe! I'm not joking! Also, no french kissing outside the bedroom. Light kisses with closed mouths are OK. Oh! And no noises either. Absolutely none!

"Jamie, you are fourteen. You are in grade school. I don't have to tell you that you can't talk about your gay lover at school, do I?" I laughed.

"No, Mom. Although we won't get any wedding gifts if no one knows."

"Ha, ha, ha" she said.

"Owen, you're older. I can trust you not to mention it can't I?"

"Yes, Aunt Diane. It's not the kind of thing you mention in high school unless you want to get beat up, or worse."

"Hmm. That's probably true, sadly."

"Well, that's about it then. Owen, do you think you feel up to returning to school on Friday?"

"Yes. I'm ready to go back."

"Thursday is going to be horrible. Believe me. We will all be quivering piles of misery by the end of the day, so it may be you'll change your mind. It's up to you though. I don't want you to go back until you're sure you're ready. No one will think anything at all of you being out a week, considering the circumstances."

Mom said "Oh, one more thing. Owen, do you think you will want to keep your house? It's yours now."

Owen said "Absolutely not. I always hated it."

Mom said "Maybe this weekend we can go through it, if you're feeling up to it; and find out what you want to keep. We can put things in storage until you get a place of your own. I mean, when you're older."

Owen shocked me and said "Actually, I'd like to buy the house next door for us to live in. The one we used to live in. I don't mean right now, of course."

My mom got tears in her eyes. So did I. She said "That would be great Owen. For all of us."

Owen hugged Mom and said "Thanks, Aunt Diane. Thanks for bringing me into your home and especially for allowing me to be with Jamie. I love him with all my heart. I love you and Uncle Ed very much too."

She said "We love you too Owen. I've loved you since you were about 10 minutes old. And you haven't changed a bit." She and I laughed. Owen may have been wondering if that was an insult.

Owen took my hand. He said "Is hand holding OK?"

"Sure, you can put your arm around him too, after all, you've been doing it since you were six!"

"I think I better check on dinner" I said.

Owen followed me. I said to him "Do you think I should plant more dandelions for Amigo? Maybe scatter a few thousand seeds directly in the Baileys' yard?"

He said "We better wait until I have the money."

"Good point," I said.

"No, wait! That would mean I would have to pull them!"

I said "You wouldn't pull them. You would gather the leaves for our child."

Owen said "I don't think our child will settle for weeds to eat once he hears his parents are millionaires." Millionaires. That's so weird, I thought.

"No, you're right. He'll expect truffles and shitake mushrooms," I said.

"Maybe we can keep it hidden from him," Owen said.

"Are you kidding? He's right outside our bedroom window listening to every word we say," I told him.

Owen said "We'll have to speak in code. The code word for money will be 'box turtle'."

"That's two words. If we have two words to replace one word, I will become very confused...and our sentences will be longer.

"Besides, can you imagine what Amigo will think if I ask you for some 'box turtles' for lunch?"

"Being a parent is harder than I thought!" Owen said.

When dinner was ready we went looking for Mom. Dad was just dressing. I told him dinner was ready. "Your mom is just getting in the shower."

I walked up to him and hugged him. I said "Thanks dad, for whatever you said to Mom about us." I pointed to Owen. "I don't know how you did it. We thought she wouldn't take the sex part well."

Dad said "Believe it or not, your mom has said on more than one occasion that she hoped you could find someone exactly like Owen. And you did that well, by the way. There's an uncanny resemblance. Anyway, when she started to freak about the sex I just told her it was the one downside to an otherwise perfect situation. She seemed to accept that. It is true, after all."

I said "I guess I'll get a shower before dinner."

Dad said "Better wait. Dousing your mother with cold water is not a good idea. Believe me, I know!"

I giggled. "OK."

"Come on, Owen." I took his hand and we walked to our bedroom. I closed the bedroom door and took him in my arms. "Have I told you I love you?" I asked with a smile.

"I suspected it when I saw you smelling my dirty jockstrap," Owen replied.

"I suppose all your jockstraps are half mine now. This is a community property state, you know."

"Yes. You own the back half and I own the front," Owen said.

"Two little straps? You think I'm settling for that? I want the 'party' part!" I said.

Owen smiled and said "Everything I own is yours. You'll be rich! You can buy dirty jockstraps! Hundreds of them. Thousands!

"By the way, I wonder if my clothes are clean yet." Owen said.

"Oh, shit. I forgot all about them!" I said. We went to the laundry room and put them in the dryer.

"Now, where were we?" I asked.

Owen said "I was about to take you in my arms, kiss you thoroughly, and then rape you!"

"Owen, you could never have raped me. Even when you were twelve. Any time you suggested doing something, I always went ahead and did it. And I always loved it. Because you were there.

"But we can't do any of that stuff in the laundry room, you know."

Owen closed the laundry room door, leaned against it and did exactly what he said. Except for the rape, of course. It was sensational.

He pulled back. "I don't think your mother means we have to hide in our bedroom every time we kiss. She just doesn't want us doing it around her...or anyone else, I'd imagine."

We decided to finish watching Star Wars. I was very surprised at the finish. Ha ha. After it was over we went to our bedroom and closed the door.

"Which bed do you want to sleep in?" I asked.

"Whichever one you're in."

"I guess mine. We can watch TV from it."

"That's fine."

I got undressed and got in bed. Owen brushed his teeth and then got in bed with me.

I said "I'm still in shock that we don't have to hide our relationship from my parents. Or is that our parents. I know if you were younger they would want to adopt you."

"Doesn't make much sense to do it when I'm seventeen. If they really wanted to do it though, I would go along. Oops! Never mind. I think that would make it incest since we would be brothers."

"Good point," I said.

"Jamie, you forgot something in the bathroom."

"I did?"

"Yeah."

I got up and opened the bathroom door. There were blankets on the floor and candles burning. Owen walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I walked up to him and put my arms around him.

"This is great Owen. I had forgotten all about it. It's so romantic."

Owen pulled me down to the blankets. I lay down and smiled at him. He picked up a bottle of lube and squirted some on his finger. I rolled over on my stomach and he slowly pushed his finger in me. He pulled it out and said "Still clean." Oh, lord. I'd forgotten about that. He slowly pushed two fingers in me and worked them around a bit. Then three fingers. I was so excited that the small amount of pain was unimportant. Finally he said "Roll over on your back and pull your legs up." I did it. He squirted some lube on his cock and slowly pushed it in me. Between the stretching he'd done and the fact that we'd already done it once that day, there was very little pain. A burn and then just a sensation of fullness. When he was fully in me he paused and said "That's it Jamie. Are you hurting any?"

"No, Owen. Not a bit. It's every bit as good as I ever dreamed." He began thrusting slowly. The blankets kept sliding around on the tiled bathroom floor. He repositioned us a couple of times. I started laughing.

"Can I borrow your football helmet? That way if my head hits the toilet or the wall, I'll be protected."

"Let's do it in bed," I said.

He laughed "I think we need to. I don't want to go get my helmet. It's at school."

He pulled out of me and took my hand. We walked to his bed. "This is the Fucking Bed." He pointed to my bed and said "That is the Sleeping Bed."

I laughed and said "We should put signs up so I won't get confused. You know, getting in the Fucking Bed when I only want a nap. You'd probably think I was fair game once I was on it."

"You bet I would. I would pounce on you like a horny kitty!"

"It's a good thing I have a wise older lover. I would never have come up with this system. You're so organized."

"It just takes careful planning. And wisdom."

"I want you to know that I am deliberately getting on the 'FB'." And I did. I got on my back and pulled my legs towards me.

"Eager, are we?"

"I've been wanting this for a long time."

Owen was still hard. He got on the bed. He squirted a little more lube on his dick and slid it back into me. There was no pain, Yay!

"I love you, baby."

"Love you too, Owen."

He began thrusting. The bed was definitely more comfortable than the bathroom floor!

Owen was watching me intently as he thrust. He titled his angle and Whoa I felt it. He started thrusting at that angle.

"Owen, it's so good."

"Yeah! You like that?"

It was the most intense thing I ever experienced. The first time we'd fucked I was in pain and uncertain. This time made up for it. Owen leaned forward and I leaned up to him. We kissed. He was sweating and drops of it landed on my face. Being there, under the love of my life. His cock rubbing against my prostate sent shocks through my system.

I ran my hands over Owen's arms and chest. I reached up and pulled on Owen's nipples.

"You're going to make me come doing that. Are you ready?"

"Yeah."

I started stroking myself while I pulled on one of Owens's nipples. I was close!

"Owen, I'm gonna come!"

"Me, too!"

I began shooting onto my stomach and chest. Owen moaned and stopped moving. I could feel warmness inside me from his come. He made a couple more little thrusts.

"Oh, man! That was fantastic! I could tell you were enjoying it more and that made it better for me too." He pulled out of me and then dropped down onto me and we kissed.

"Come on. Let's get a quick shower and then go to bed. The 'SB'."

"First let me check your hole and make sure it's OK."

I got out of bed and bent over. He pulled my cheeks apart. "Looks fine. Like it's been properly fucked."

"It feels like it's been properly fucked!"

We showered and got in the correct bed for sleeping. Owen kissed me and said "Love you, Jamie."

"I love you."

We settled on our sides and he pulled me to him. I was very, very happy.

Six

Wednesday

Wednesday morning I woke up naked in Owen's arms. It was a wonderful feeling. His cock was pressed up against my butt crack. I looked at the clock. It was ten after eight. I carefully got out of bed.

"You getting up, Jamie?"

"Just to use the restroom. I'll be right back." Owen rolled on his back and went back to sleep. Perfect! I thought.

I got up and went in the bathroom I did my business and then used one of the enema kits. After I was thoroughly clean, I stretched myself with some lube and my fingers. I didn't try to rush it and it was kind of awkward. I wanted to be stretched enough to take Owen easily. After I was stretched, I squirted some more lube into my butt. Then I wiped off my hands and went back into the bedroom and got back in bed. Owen rolled over and took me back in his arms.

"Good morning, baby," Owen mumbled.

"Morning, Owen."

"You gonna sleep some more?" Owen asked me.

"Yeah."

"Good." He nuzzled and then kissed my neck.

When his breathing changed, I figured he had fallen asleep again. I carefully reached behind me and pushed his cock down and moved my butt into position. His breathing hadn't changed, so I thought he was probably still asleep. I positioned his cock at my hole and pushed back on to it. It slowly slipped inside me. It didn't hurt. I couldn't tell how much of it was in me, but while it was still sliding into me I heard "Holy fuck! That must hurt like hell!"

"No, it feels great! To me, anyway. How's it feel to you?"

"Fantastic, baby!"

Owen pushed the rest of the way into me.

"I wanted to surprise you," I said.

"Well, you did that! Man, what a feeling! Waking up as my cock slides into you!"

He thrust a couple of times and said "It feels like you've got lots of lube in there, baby."

"I'm all cleaned, stretched, and lubed."

"Hmmm. Tight and hot and wet." He kept thrusting.

I pulled off his cock. "Roll over on your back, will you?" I asked him.

Owen rolled over. I climbed on top of him and sat slowly onto his pole.

"Fuck! That feels incredible! You're so hot inside, baby!"

I began bouncing on his cock. I looked at his hairy chest. I reached out my hands and clasped his in mine.

"Do it, Jamie! Fuck yourself! Make me come!"

After a couple of minutes I said "Feels good, Owen. Real good." I was sweating!

I slowed down and leaned forward to kiss him. After the kiss he said "Are your legs getting tired?"

"Yeah, a little. I just need more practice!" I said.

"I'll take over. Raise your body a little."

I did and he lifted his groin off the bed. He began thrusting into me. He changed his angle a little and I said "Ooh" when his cock stroked my prostate. He grinned and started aiming for it.

"I'm close Owen!"

"Me too! Come when you're ready!"

I began stroking my cock. I decided to do a little face painting of my own. When I was about to shoot I yelled "Owen!" and I pointed my cock at his face. My first spurt hit his mouth. "Bull's Eye!" I said. Owen laughed and then groaned. He licked his lips. My second shot hit his chin.

"Fuuuuuck!" Owen moaned. I could feel the warmth of his come in me as he came. I fell onto him and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me tightly as we kissed. We were both sweating. It felt glorious! I licked my come off his face and kissed him.

I rolled over onto my side and played with the hairs on his chest. Then I pinched one of his nipples. He laughed and pulled me back on top of him.

"Hmm. Good morning, baby!"

"Good morning! I love you!"

Owen said "Love you too. You're incredible!"

"Oh, really?"

"Absolutely! But I'm afraid of what you'll be like when you're eighteen."

"Oh, I'm sure we'll be doing the same things, but by that time you'll be yawning during them."

"You wanna bet?"

"No. I will love you and want you just as much when I'm eighteen as I do now. Hopefully you'll feel the same."

"Oh, yeah!" Owen said.

After a pause, he asked me "What do you want to do today?"

"Anything, as long as it's with you. How about you? Is there something you want to do?"

"I want to call the school and let them know I'm dropping from the football team. I thought I might also go to my house and work out with the weights. And maybe go for a run. All with you, of course."

"I like that last part best."

"Me, too. Do you need to go anywhere?"

"I can't think of anywhere. I'll let you know if I do."

"You hungry?" I asked him.

"Yeah. Let's take a shower first. And I really think I should shave."

I stroked his cheek. He leaned forward and we kissed again for a while. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock. It was hard.

"Damn, Jamie! Do you know that a week ago I had just about decided I had no interest in sex?" Owen ran his hand slowly over my body. Then he reached over and pushed a finger into my hole. It slipped in easily. He moved it around a bit and I moaned. He pulled his finger out and showed it to me. There was a little of his come on it. "It's so fucking hot knowing my seed is inside you." It was to me too. He wiped his finger off on his leg.

"Come on. Let's get up."

We walked into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. Owen came up behind me and smiled at me in the mirror. Then he lowered himself a little by spreading his legs. He then pushed his cock inside me slowly.

"Owen..." I moaned, leaning my head back against him.

He wrapped his arms around me. "I've got you baby." He bent over and nuzzled my ear as he slowly began to move inside me. "You feel fantastic inside, Jamie."

I looked at him in the mirror. He was sweating and watching me. I could see the lust in his eyes. He sped up his thrusting even more. He began pulling on my nipples. Then he ran his hand over my chest and stomach. He wrapped his hand around my cock and began stroking it.

Then he pulled out of me and said "Let's save this for later."

"Damn!" I said. He laughed.

I turned around and wrapped my arms around him. He bent down and pressed his mouth to mine. I opened my mouth and he pushed his tongue into it. We kissed for a while; I have no idea how long. The kiss took me somewhere else.

Finally he pulled back. He stroked my hair and smiled at me. I smiled back and hugged him tighter. Then I laughed.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I'm just happy! This is my idea of heaven, being naked and alone with you." I sighed happily and said "I've always wanted you all to myself."

"And I wanted you all to myself. I'll tell you something, Jamie. When we were kids, I didn't want anyone else playing with us because I was afraid you would like them better than me. That you'd go off and have fun with them, leaving me all alone."

"Really?"

"Yes. As we got older, I stopped worrying about it. You started telling people to go away. I remember one time you told me 'We have a perfect time together. Anyone else would just mess it up'. Then you hugged me. I got tears in my eyes, but I didn't want you to see them.

"I've always needed you, Jamie,"

"And I've always needed you. I was so short and you were so tall and strong. I always felt completely safe when you were with me. And when you would put your arm around me...it was absolutely perfect. I was completely happy, and safe, and contented.

I giggled and Owen said "What?"

"Your dick pressed against me reminded me of something. One time we were in the woods and we both needed to pee at the same time. You pulled out your dick and I thought 'Wow! It's huge!' I thought it was the neatest thing ever! I remember trying several times to get you to pee again so I could see it! But I tried to be careful. I didn't want you to think I was weird. You might not like me anymore and I couldn't think of anything worse than that!"

"Really? I don't remember that. So you've always wanted my cock, even when you were a little kid!"

"Hmm. When you say it like that it sounds really perverted!"

"Well, you're my little pervert, Jamie! I wouldn't trade you for any other pervert in the whole world!"

"Remind me not to reminisce around you."

"I would have let you suck on it. You should have told me! I'm not sure if I would have been able to fuck you, though. How old was I?"

"Definitely. No more reminiscing."

"You do know that no matter how long you sucked on it, you wouldn't have gotten any come out of me, right?"

"Now, that's just not true! If I had sucked on it until you hit puberty, I would have gotten some."

"That's very true. You're so wise about these things. Or should I say 'You're so wise about my thing'." We laughed.

He kissed me again and said "You know, in a way I'm glad. It means we haven't really changed. Back then we just didn't understand what we wanted. I always wanted you to be with me and you felt the same. We wanted each other in every way that seemed possible to us at the time."

"Yup. I always wanted and needed you and you always wanted me with you."

"I needed you Jamie, like air."

We kissed again and I wrapped my hand around his dick. It was still hard.

He laughed and said "Let's get clean. You've got my sweat all over you."

I moaned when he said that and said "And you think that's a bad thing?" He laughed and took my hand and we got into the shower.

I've always loved washing Owen. Rubbing soapy hands all over his hunky body. Feeling every muscle and just about every inch of skin. After I finished him he started washing me. When we were rinsing the soap off I said "I wonder if I should try rinsing the come out of my butt."

"No," Owen said. "I want you to leave it inside you."

"OK." It was fine with me, I just would need to make sure it didn't soak through my pants if we went anywhere public. Oops. My parents might see it. But then I thought I could put a paper towel in my underwear if it started leaking out of me.

We got out of the shower and dried each other.

"You hungry?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I'm starving!"

"French toast OK?" I asked.

"You bet. Can you scramble some eggs too? I think I need protein to keep up with all the fucking." I giggled.

I asked him "How about some link sausages with them?"

"Sounds fantastic!"

We walked into the bedroom. I had a thought. "Owen, don't get dressed yet."

"But I'm hungry! Food now, sex later!"

"Just wait a minute. I put on a robe and opened the bedroom door. "Mom? Dad?" I called. There was no answer. I walked to their bedroom. No one was in it. I walked into the kitchen. There was a note on the table from Mom.

It said 'Gone to the office, then going with your father to the bank. We may not see you til this evening. Love Mom'.

I went back in the bedroom and took off my robe. Owen was sitting on the Fucking bed, grinning at me. "My parents aren't home and won't be back for a while. Come on." I took his hand and we walked naked into the kitchen. He sat at the table, smiling at me. I smiled back and said "This improves the scenery in here a lot."

"Yeah! There's a great view from where I'm sitting!"

I started on breakfast. I looked at Owen and he had his chair facing me and he was slowly stroking his cock. I moaned when I saw him and he laughed. I kept working on breakfast and he got up and stood behind me. To watch, I thought. But then I felt him rub his pole up and down my crack. I moaned again. He placed his dick at my hole. Then he took my hips in his hands and pushed back inside me. It felt wonderful and I groaned.

He said "See how handy my come is inside you? You can keep fixing breakfast. I'll just stand here and watch."

I started laughing as he started thrusting. It felt so good, but I said "Owen, we'll have to postpone this. I can't cook when an incredibly sexy stud is having his way with me. I can't think of anything else when we're having sex."

He pulled out of me. Then he took a couple of paper towels and wet them. He wiped his cock off and sat back down.

I looked over and said "I love you."

"I love you too, Jamie. More and more each day."

I looked over and smiled at him periodically. He was watching me, leaning against the table. His cock stayed hard the whole time.

Finally it was all finished and I took our plates to the table. I pulled my chair right up to his and sat down.

"Thanks, Jamie. It looks and smells fantastic!"

He wrapped one arm around me. Then he took a forkful of eggs and held it up to me. I smiled at him and reached out and took it in my mouth. Then he took a mouthful. He fed us both from his plate, alternating between the two of us. When his plate was empty, he fed us from mine. He was looking at me with so much love that tears started rolling down my cheeks. They were tears of happiness, of course. He put the fork down and wiped one of them off my cheek. He leaned over and kissed me. I could taste our breakfast on his tongue. Then he went back to feeding us the rest.

After we finished, Owen began drinking his coffee. I took the dishes to the sink. Owen got up and stood behind me. Then he took me in his arms. He said "Jamie, do you realize we can do this as often as we like, for the rest of our lives? That's more fantastic than anything I ever dreamed before." It was true, and it was fantastic.

He hugged me and sat back down. While I was washing the dishes, he said "I never knew watching someone wash dishes could be hot, but maybe it's the washer." I turned around and looked at him. His legs were stretched out straight and his balls were resting on the chair. He was leaning back and stroking his cock, watching me. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

"I've got to have it, Owen!" I walked over and fell to my knees. I bent to take it in my mouth.

"No, Jamie." I whimpered. I wanted it!

"Please?"

"Let me clean it off better. It was just in your ass!" I had forgotten that. He left the room and I stayed there on my knees. He came back a couple of minutes later. He was still stroking it.

"Sit back down like you were," I said. He sat. "Stick your legs out straight like they were." He smiled at me and did it. With him like that, it was if he was presenting his full package for my enjoyment. I leaned forward and took him in my mouth.

"Yeah, Jamie! Suck that cock! Suck my cock!" He took my head in his hands and started thrusting. I had one hand wrapped around his balls and I could feel my saliva running down on them making them wet and slippery. We kept it up for a few minutes.

"Jamie! Jamie! Aaaah!" he said as his come shot into my mouth. I swallowed it and wished there was more. His cock softened quickly after that. I pulled off it and laughed. I was just happy!

He put his hands under my arms and lifted me up onto my feet. He pulled me forward, so I straddled him in the chair and he began sucking me. I put my hands on his shoulders while he blew me. After a couple of minutes, he pushed one finger into my crack. He ran it along the outside of my hole a bit and then he pushed it in me. I groaned as he sucked me and rubbed my prostate with his finger. He pulled his finger out and pushed two into me. He began fucking me with them, rubbing my prostate on the way in and out. I put my hands on his head, running my fingers through his hair. And then I was there!

"Owen!" I shouted and I shot in his mouth. Afterwards, I fell down onto his lap. He wrapped his arms tightly around me. I leaned in to kiss him.

"Umm. Jamie...that was wonderful," he said between kisses.

"Owen?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to want more later."

"Oh, will you? I better go take some vitamins." We both laughed.

"I think I'll call the school now." I got off him and he walked out of the room.

I finished the dishes. Owen came back in the kitchen. "Well that's done."

"You told them you're dropping off the team?"

"Yeah."

"What did they say?"

"I talked to the school secretary and left the message with her."

"Oh. I guess they'll call and want to talk about it. You were one of the best players, if not the best."

"I don't think they'll call."

"Why not?"

"I didn't leave them the number!" We both laughed. That was right; if they wanted to call, they would call Owen's house, not here.

"I hope they don't bother you about it after you go back to school."

"Don't worry about it. My mind's made up."

"More time with me! Yipee!" I said.

"Yup. With my favorite person in the whole world. I'm giving up a game I don't particularly like played with people I don't particularly like. It's a very good trade."

I got to thinking about school and what I was missing. I decided to call the school and find out if anyone was keeping track of my assignments, if there were any. "I think I'm going to call school too." I dialed the office. I decided I might as well enjoy it.

"St Catherines. Elly Robinson." Damn, she was on to me.

"Hi, Elly."

"Hi, Jamie. What's up?"

"I was just wondering how it went with your mother in law."

"It was OK. She's nice."

"OK, then. Bye."

"You didn't really call about that."

"You're so smart. You're wasted as a secretary."

"I'm not a secretary. I'm a slave."

"What?"

"Didn't you know?"

"Nope!"

"Se¤or bought me for fifty eight cents."

"Who's se¤or?"

"You know, the head creep."

"Oh, Mr Lopez."

"Right."

"Why were you so cheap Elly? Were you on sale? Were you about to expire?"

"It was an auction."

"Oh! I wish I'd been there."

"Why do you need a slave? You've got parents and if you work it right, it's the same thing. And you don't have to pay anything at all. Or were you hoping to be sold? If I sold for fifty eight cents, you'd be a couple of cents. That's the kind of humiliation it takes decades to get over."

"Why didn't your husband bid on you?"

"Who do you think was selling me?"

"Wow! And he seems so democratic!"

"No. He's a Republican."

"That's scary."

"Tell me about it."

"You should see what he does in his sleep."

"What does he do in his sleep?"

"You're much too young for me to tell you, but you should see it."

"Maybe when I'm older."

"Hell, no! Why would I want you in my bedroom in the middle of the night?"

"I don't know. Boredom maybe. It must be awfully dull waiting for him to do whatever it is he does."

"I polish my nails."

"What?"

"That's what I do while I'm waiting."

"Your nails must be very lovely if you do them every night."

"Every night! Are you kidding? I told you he was a Republican."

"I learn so much when I talk to you."

"I like to share my wisdom with idiots."

"Politics confuses me though. It's a good thing Owen is taking care of it."

"Taking care of what?

"He told me he would make all my political decisions for me."

"You're fourteen. You don't have any political decisions."

"Maybe that's why he was willing to take the job."

"Scram brat. Se¤or is back."

"Wait! I called to see if anyone has kept track of what I need to do for school since I've been away."

"You are an idiot!"

"What do you mean?"

"Milk it for all it's worth! If someone mentions something you need to do, you cry and mention your dead aunt and uncle and the poor, poor orphan. You can't hear anything if you're crying loud enough."

"That's really tacky! Does it work?"

"It's how I got Frank to propose!"

"Do you have a dead aunt and uncle?"

"Of course not!"

"I thought he proposed because he vomited a margarita on you."

"No, his mother wanted him to propose to me, but being a man, he was too stupid to know what was good for him. By the time he finished comforting me about my loss, I was pregnant and he had to marry me. I don't think he realized we hadn't had sex. It may be he didn't fully understand how it's done."

"Were you pregnant?"

"I was as pregnant as my dead aunt."

"Didn't he notice you weren't pregnant?"

"I told you men are stupid."

"He must be an excellent comforter."

"He has talent there and it got him married."

"What if he finds out about all this?"

"We're Catholic. He's trapped, fair and square."

"I want to get all my relationship advice from you. You should write an advice column."

"None of my advice about relationships could be printed in a family newspaper."

"I read once that relationships can't survive the truth. Lies are the grease that keeps the relationship moving and untruths are what make it grow."

"You didn't read it. I told you that."

"Are you sure I didn't read it in your advice column?"

"Scram." Click. I guessed I didn't have any assignments.

I finished up the dishes and sat next to him. "What next? You mentioned weights and a run. You ready for either yet?

"Wait. I have an idea. Let's go to the woods. I want to show you something." I said.

"Is it something I've already sucked on this morning?" He asked. I laughed.

"No. I won't want more sex for at least an hour."

"Phew!"

"Let's put on shoes and I'll show you."

"We should put on clothes too, Jamie."

"Damn!" We both laughed.

We got dressed and left the house. We walked through the woods to the place I wanted to show him. It was about three quarters of a mile from our house. It was a beautiful day for a walk. Owen held my hand when we weren't climbing over things. Finally we got to it. It was a dirt track where vehicles had been. Unlike the rest of the woods, it was a clean even trail.

"We could run along here, if you want," I said.

"How long is the trail?"

"I think about two miles. It runs from Jefferson Street to the new houses I was telling you about."

"Yeah! This is great! Much better than running on the sidewalk alongside traffic."

"There are some areas a little rougher than this, but not many."

"Man, this is really exciting! We'll be able to run, have privacy, and enjoy nature all at the same time!"

Owen pulled me into his arms and said "Right now, privacy is a really good thing." Then he kissed me. He rubbed his hands on my back while we kissed. I put my hand on his crotch, then I thought Go for it! I reached my hand down inside his pants under his underwear feeling his hairy belly and his pubes until my hand reached his cock. I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed his cock. It started to stiffen and Owen moaned into the kiss.

Owen pulled back and we looked at each other. His dick was still in my hand. "You want it again, don't you Jamie."

"I always want it, Owen. I never stop."

Owen laughed and said "I know the feeling. The last couple of days I've had trouble thinking of anything else. Your hot body, those sexy lips which were made to wrap around my dick, and that smoking ass of yours." He pushed his hand down inside my pants and then pushed a finger into my hole.

I moaned "Owen..."

While he finger fucked me he said "Feels like you're a little dry down there." I moaned again and rested my head on his shoulder. "Don't worry Jamie. I'll be filling it with some more creamy Rossi spunk a little later."

Then he leaned away and pulled his finger out of me and said "Do you still think I'm straight?"

I started laughing. I said "Yes. You're just going through an experimental phase. Boys sometimes do that."

"I'll give you experimental! For that, I'm going to make you repeat that verbatim each of the next five times I fuck you."

"Oh, lord! I'll be saying all day long!"

"You better believe it! Apologize!"

"Owen. I'm very sorry I accused you of being heterosexual. It was mean and cruel."

"...And," he said.

"And I'll never do it again. Ever."

"You're forgiven."

"Phew! That was close!"

"The next time you accuse me of being that way, I will withhold sex from you completely."

"You wouldn't!"

"Yes. I would."

"You can be cruel. I can see that now."

"Jamie, sometimes you have to be strict with kids. I'm only strict because I love you."

"I see."

"Yes. It's for your own good."

"Hmm."

"Let's head back." Owen said.

We headed back to the house. When we got there Owen said "I think I want to work out now. Do you want to go to my house?"

"OK."

He gathered some clothes from our bedroom and got a towel from the bathroom and put them in his gym bag. Then he drove us over there. I was worried about how he would be there. Would the grief be too much?

We walked into the house and deactivated the alarm. We walked into his weight room and Owen stripped completely. This was the point when I realized weight lifting was much more exciting than I thought. Owen reached into his gym bad and pulled out a jock strap. He waved it in front of me before putting it on.

"Owen, I had no idea weight lifting was like this! I'm so excited!"

"I think bulging muscles and full pouches do something for you."

"Yes, I believe you are correct."

"Maybe you could take me to weight lifting exhibitions. I would even be willing to hand the men their jock straps."

"Would you sniff them?"

"Discreetly, of course."

"I don't want you oggling other men."

"I've never oggled. Is that like googling?"

"No."

Owen started doing something. I asked "What are you doing?"

"I'm doing curls."

"Your biceps are bulging."

"They're supposed to."

"Am I supposed to be horny?"

"You always are, so I suppose so."

"Do you need me to lick anything in here?"

"You're right next to the door. Do you want to lick it?"

"Hmm. I'll let you know."

He finished and said "You try it." He held the weight out to me with one hand and I stupidly reached for it. It promptly hit the ground, missing both of us fortunately. I reached down and picked it up with both hands.

"You use just one arm."

"I can't lift it. Do you have any lighter ones?"

"Here's a ten pound one."

This time I picked it up carefully and it was easier. I still couldn't do it with one arm though.

"Do you have anything lighter?" I asked.

Owen said "Just a sec," and left the room.

I might as well mention here that with Owen lifting weights in nothing but a jock strap, I wasn't particularly paying attention to anything else. So when he came back in the room and was carrying something that he wasn't holding anywhere near his crotch, I merely took it from him and said "Much better."

Owen started laughing. I looked at it. It was a paperback book. I was humiliated. Owen took me in his arms and said "I'm sorry Jamie."

I couldn't stay mad with a mostly naked Owen in my arms, so I smiled at him and said "Some day! I swear that some day I will be able to lift ten pounds."

And Owen said "Yeah, maybe we can go to England some time." Well, I was glad he wasn't depressed.

Then he said "Jamie, I don't mind that you're a sexy sissy. I love sexy sissies."

"I'll have you know, I'm no sissy. I never even owned a GI Joe!"

"Your parents were probably afraid you'd be trying to blow him all the time."

"No, it's because I've always been partial to Marines. Especially sexy ones like Coach Robinson."

"And your parents knew that?"

"You know, that may be why they suspected I was gay."

"That might do it!"

"Maybe it was the photos of him. I should have hid them. Somewhere other than on the mantle. I kept meaning to get some photos of him with clothes on."

"Now that you're involved, I want you to destroy any pornographic pictures you have that aren't of me. I'll give you plenty!"

"That seems fair."

"And if you see Coach Robinson I want you to close your eyes."

"He teaches History!"

"It's your own fault."

"I suppose I could wear sunglasses during history. He wouldn't know my eyes were closed."

"Or you could wear two eye patches."

Owen was on his back lifting weights that I knew I'd never be able to lift. I couldn't resist anymore.

"Owen, what is spotting? I've heard the term and I know it has something to do with weights. I've spotted something."

He let his weights down and looked at me. "What you've spotted isn't spotting."

"Weight lifting is very confusing."

"Spotting is when you help someone who is lifting weights."

"I want to help you. You'll feel better, I promise."

Owen started laughing. He got up and hugged me and told me he loved me. Then he asked me to go away.

"Why don't you look around the house and see if there's anything you want to take back with us.

"Believe me, when I have hundreds of pounds above my head, it's no time to make me laugh."

"Sorry! I didn't think of that."

Owen then pulled on a t-shirt and shorts and went back to his weights.

I looked around the house. I noticed the light on an answering machine was blinking like crazy. I walked back to Owen. When he lowered his weights I told him about the messages.

"Why don't you listen to them and let me know if I need to get back with anybody."

I listened. It was horrible. The first message was for Uncle Jack reminding him of someone's birthday party in two weeks. I started to write it down and then realized there was no point. The second message was from the Colorado Highway Patrol. I didn't hear much of it. I just started crying. I could barely hear the other messages, but I knew it didn't matter what they were. There was no one left who cared what they said. Owen had much bigger problems than anything that might be on one of the messages.

Finally I felt Owen take me in his arms. "It's OK Jamie. I've got you and you've got me. Let's go outside." We went out and sat on the front porch.

"What did you hear?" I didn't want to tell him, but he had a right to know.

"It was a message from the Highway Patrol." I looked at him. He was starting to cry too.

I really needed to know the answer to this question so I asked him "Owen, I need to know something. Every time you've seemed about to break down over...this, I've tried to cheer you up by making you think of something else. Is that wrong? Am I keeping you from mourning for your parents?"

Owen looked at me and I could tell he was thinking. Finally he said "Jamie, the death of my parents is like this giant shadow that's trying to consume me. If you weren't around, weren't back in my life, I can guarantee you I wouldn't want to live. I was already depressed before this. You," he paused again before continuing "you have been like...the sun, chasing the shadows away. Chasing all the darkness away. I haven't forgotten my parents and I know you haven't.

"I am so grateful to you for helping me and for your love. I've said it before, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to cope at all. Please don't feel guilty. You really are my reason for living." Then he hugged me for a long time.

"Owen, let's go, OK?"

"Sure. Let me lock up."

We headed home. I held Owen's hand and felt better.

When we got back in our room Owen closed the door and flopped down on the Fucking Bed. He reached for me so I laid down next to me. He kissed me then he said "You now I didn't mean it when I called you a sissy, right?"

I laughed and said "No. But I figured if you wanted a sissy for a boyfriend, I'd give it a try." We both laughed.

"You're no sissy. You're a manly man. After all, I've seen you rangle a corn snake."

"That's true. I've rangled."

We made out on the bed for a while, kissing and touching each other.

"I love you, Jamie."

"I love you too, Owen."

I stroked his cheek. "You were going to shave."

"That's right!"

He got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I went too. I'd never seen him shave. He pulled his t-shirt off. Then he wet his face and spread shaving cream. Then he began dragging the blade over his face.

When he was about half way through I asked him if it would help any if I sucked his dick while he shaved.

He laughed and said "It might help me cut my throat. Besides, it's traditional to receive a blow job after shaving as a reward for hard work."

"That sounds like a wonderful tradition! I hope there are a lot of traditions like that!" He laughed.

When he finished he wiped his face with a damp towel and asked "How do I look?"

"Gorgeous and sexy as hell."

"Come give a sexy guy a kiss!" I did!

He pulled down his shorts and pulled off his jock strap. I quickly got undressed and got on the `FB'. Owen joined me and we kissed again. He ran his hands over me and said "Jamie, you're so beautiful." We kissed again and he reached around to my butt and pushed a finger in me. He pulled it out and said "Still clean!"

"Someone made a promise that more Rossi come would be planted in there."

"I believe that was me!"

Owen got up and got lube out of the bathroom. When he walked back, his stiff pole was swinging from side to side. He squirted some lube on his cock. I pulled my legs up and he squirted some on my hole.

He gently pushed into me. It hurt a little. Then I realized he hadn't stretched me. The pain was soon gone. He began thrusting.

"Oh, Owen. It feels real good."

"That it does, Jamie."

After a bit Owen said "Do you want to try riding me again?"

"Sure!"

He pulled out of me and laid on his back. He held his dick for me and I lowered myself on to it. I started bouncing on it.

"Here. Put your hands on my chest. You can use them to give yourself some leverage."

I did and it was easier. I smiled at him and he grinned at me.

"Damn, Jamie! It's so hot watching you fuck yourself on my cock."

Everything about Owen turns me on, so I got revved up.

"I'm close, baby," he told me after a few minutes. I was really sweating but I didn't want to stop. I was finally doing some of the work! I liked being in control!

"Jamie! Fuck! I'm coming!" I kept up and he grabbed me to stop me. I couldn't feel his come in me this time, but then I realized, there probably wasn't a lot.

We were both panting when Owen wrapped his hand around my dick and started stroking it. Then he said "Put it in my mouth. I want your come!"

I pulled off his cock and put the head of mine in his mouth. Then Owen started stroking my shaft while he sucked on the head.

"I'm close, Owen."

"Yeah? Come for me!" He pushed two fingers in me and that set me off.

"Shit Owen! I'm coming!" I shot in his mouth and he swallowed all of it.

I fell down on my side next to him. He rolled over on his side facing me. He stroked the side of my head and then kissed me tenderly. I was still panting.

"That was fantastic, as usual! It was great watching you ride me."

"I finally felt like I was doing some of the work!"

"Don't feel that way, Jamie. I love fucking you, thrusting into you. Seeing the lust on your face as you look at me. This is just something different we can do if you want. Believe me, if you didn't want to, I would be very, very happy to 'do all the work'! OK?"

"Sure, Owen!"

"Whew! How about a quick shower and some lunch. My treat!"

"We have all that food in the fridge..."

"I want to take my lover out to lunch. You want me to find another one?"

I laughed "No! I'm never giving up my position!"

We both laughed and went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. Afterwards we were running out of towels.

"Let me put some towels in the washer before we leave," I told him.

We got dressed and I picked up the towels and took them to the laundry room. Owen followed me and I started the washer.

Owen pulled me into his arms and kissed me. "Love you, Jamie."

"Love you too, Owen."

"What are you in the mood for?" He asked me.

"How about mexican?"

"Sounds good!"

He headed off to a mexican restaurant. When we were seated, I noticed Celia was there. I walked over to say hi.

"Hi Celia! We must have the same taste in restaurants! How are you doing?"

"You're Jamie, right?"

"Yeah. I'm here with Owen. There was another girl at the table and I introduced myself.

"Good to meet you! I'm Tina."

"Oh! I've heard of you!"

She looked at me funny and I thought she misunderstood. Maybe she was thinking gay bashing.

"I mean Owen told me you two were friends." They looked at each other and I felt uncomfortable. I said "I'm sorry to interrupt you," and started to turn around.

Tina said "It's OK Jamie. It's just that we get a lot of grief from some of the other students and we thought that was what you were talking about."

"No. Not at all. As a matter of fact, you two are the only people he's mentioned that he didn't say were assholes." They both laughed.

I said in a low voice "Anyway, I'm gay and I'm not looking forward to my high school years, I can tell you."

Celia said softly "Really? Does Owen know?" I felt myself blushing. I wanted a quick escape!

Owen walked up and said "Hi Celia, Hi Tina. How are you two doing?"

Tina said "We're doing great, but we've embarrassed Jamie."

Celia said "Wow! Owen calm down!"

I looked at him and he looked extremely angry.

"It's OK, Owen." I whispered "I told them I was gay and they asked if you knew and I just got embarrassed. They didn't say anything."

"Sorry Celia, Tina."

"Why don't you two join us, if you want." Celia said. I didn't know what Owen wanted to do, but he whispered "Do you want to?" to me.

I whispered back "Sure! Why not?"

We both sat down and said "Thanks."

"When are you coming back to school, Owen? Do you know yet?" Tina asked.

"Yeah. Probably Friday. The memorial service is tomorrow."

"It's at ten, right?" Celia asked.

"Yeah. At St Catherines."

"I wish we could go," Celia said "But we've already skipped too many classes."

"That's OK."

"Owen is living with us now. My parents are Owen's guardians."

"Wow! That's great! Living together and..." Tina said.

I said "The 'and' is the best part." We all laughed. I hoped Owen wasn't mad at me. I looked and he looked happy. Phew!

Celia asked "How long have you two known each other?" Owen and I both laughed.

"Show them the picture on your phone, Owen."

Owen showed them the picture and said "Until I was thirteen, we lived next door to Jamie and his folks. I knew him since he was a toddler. By the time he was four we were spending a lot of time together. As we both got older, we spent more and more time together. We basically ignored everyone else. Our parents didn't like that. They kept trying to get us to do things with other kids."

I took over "We kept ignoring them. I wanted to be with Owen and he wanted to be with me. Finally when he turned thirteen his parents moved him across town. They told him he needed to make new friends. My parents said the same thing to me. We still saw each other occasionally, but not all that often.

"I thought Owen had outgrown me and I was really sad about it."

Owen took over again "I was afraid of what my parents would do if we started spending time together again." I looked at Celia and she had tears in her eyes. He continued "My parents decided to go on a second honeymoon to a resort in Colorado. They arranged for me to stay with Jamie's folks while they were gone." I wondered how far Owen was going to go with the story.

"It was so wonderful seeing Jamie again. I had missed him every minute we'd been apart. He told me how he felt about me and I finally came to understand my feelings for Jamie. Now no one is going to keep us apart."

By this point Celia and Tina both had tears in their eyes. Tina said "Wow! That's so romantic! That you have cared so much for each other for so long."

I said "I'm just so glad we're finally back together!" Owen nodded at me.

Celia asked "Did your parents really try to keep you apart?"

Owen said "They kept telling me not to call Jamie or go see him. They said he needed to meet other people. I didn't really make friends. You two know what most of those kids in school are like. I didn't like many of them, but I pretended to my parents that I did. My dad even arranged for me to go on a date with the daughter of a coworker of his."

"That's awful! I can't believe your parents would do that!" Celia said.

Owen said "I was just trying to do what they wanted."

Tina said "So if it wasn't for this, you two might not have gotten back together."

I said "Well, I had plans once I had a driver's license to start hanging out at his house if I had to. I might have become a stalker! I had never stopped thinking about him. I think we would have eventually found each other again. But this was the catalyst."

"Wow!" Tina said. Then she added "Owen, ninety nine percent of the kids at that school are assholes, but not all of them. I can tell you who the one percent are, if you want."

I didn't say anything, but I figured Owen didn't care much who they were. What difference would it make, since he would be spending all his free time with me?

Their food came and we ordered ours. They finished and had to get back to school. They hugged each of us and congratulated us on finding each other again.

After they left I said "Hey, Owen. I think we actually may have more friends now! That's kind of ironic. We made friends because we only want each other!"

Owen said "Yes, but never forget you're still mine and mine alone."

"That's absolutely true," I said and smiled at him.

Owen paid the bill and we left. As we were heading home Owen said "I guess I own a new BMW now."

"I never thought of that! You own three cars! Owen, do all millionaires have three cars?"

"No! So don't go looking for any others!"

"That reminds me. I wonder if my parents are going to want me to have more than one lover. They never wanted me to have only one friend. They might say something like 'Honey, we know you and Owen are close, but we thinks it's best if you have sex with lots of different people. What about that nice Mr. Robinson whose picture is on the mantle?' And doesn't that man own any clothes? We know teachers don't make a lot of money, but he could at least afford one pair of underwear. Ed, maybe you could donate a pair of briefs. Make sure they're clean though!"

"First thing I'm doing when we get home is check out the pictures on the mantle!" Owen said.

"Don't be silly! We don't have a mantle!"

"I'm a millionaire and I can afford to have one installed! Then I'll put pictures of me naked on the mantle!"

"That will never work. My parents will just buy you underwear."

"You just better remember to close your eyes every time you almost see Coach Robinson!"

"If I'm on the soccer team, that will make me an even worse player than I am now! I can barely kick the ball now! With my eyes closed, I'll just be standing there all by myself, kicking at nothing!"

"If I can give up football, a game I play well, you can give up a game you can't play at all.

"That seems fair. I guess it's just as well. Why play soccer with only one ball when you have two?"

"You better not kick mine!"

"Are you going to give me one of your cars?"

"No, but I was thinking of spray painting your bike. That way you could pretend it's new!"

Oh, wow. I'm excited."

"You don't sound excited."

I pointed at his crotch. He looked like he was half hard. "That excites me. Bikes, not so much."

"That makes perfect sense to me. Sex is more fun that riding a bike."

"It's kind of odd. You taught me to ride a bike, but I'm still riding one and you aren't."

"Seems unfair," Owen said.

"Yes, it does."

"I suppose I should teach you how to drive."

"Really?"

"Did you think I was going to let someone else do it?"

"To be honest, I hadn't give it much thought. It's too soon to worry about. I'm glad you'll be teaching me, Owen."

"Baby, you're more important to me than ever."

"I just remembered something."

"Was it about my dick in the woods when you were five?"

"No! And I wasn't' five!"

"Then what did you remember?"

"I remember you said you weren't that great a driver."

"That's true, but I've got two years to improve and lots of cars to practice with!" We both laughed.

I reached over and put my hand on his crotch. "Do you mind if I rest my hand here?"

"Yes. You can rest it there. But you can't reach over, unzip my pants, pull out my dick and suck on it."

"Resting my hand seems very boring now. Thank you."

"Look on the bright side."

"What?"

"We're home!"

We got out of the car and ran into the house. There was no food on the front porch, fortunately. The fridge was full.

"You want something to drink? I thought I would make some ice tea."

"Sure, that sounds great."

I made us each a tea and we sat in the kitchen. "You know Owen, I think you look better in that chair with no clothes on and your dick hard."

"My dick is hard." He pulled his pants tight at the crotch so I could see it.

"You must really like tea!"

"No, I have a thing for the tea maker!"

I leaned over and kissed him. He said "You keep me this way, Jamie."

He finished his drink and said "Let's go to the bedroom, get naked, and make out."

"Yipee!" I said. I finished mine and followed Owen.

We got undressed and got in the 'FB'. Owen pulled me into his arms and said "Let's not rush this. I want to have a nice long cuddle session with my adorable lover."

"Umm. Sounds wonderful!"

We spent a while just kissing and caressing each other. I could see the love in Owen's eyes and I hoped he could see the love in mine.

"Owen, I love you so much. I'm so happy that you love me. Some times it seems like a dream. Like one of the fantasies I used to have about you."

"My beautiful, beautiful Jamie. I've loved you my whole life and I'll never stop."

After a while, Owen ran his finger along my crack and ran his fingertip around on my hole. I moaned. Owen said "Do you want me there, Jamie?"

"Oh yes, Owen. But I need to clean myself out."

"We'll wait. I just want to hold you."

Owen was holding me and he started to stroke my cheek and the side of my head. "Close your eyes, Jamie. You can sleep if you want." I closed my eyes and Owen continued stroking me. Occasionally he would kiss me lightly on the lips. I did fall asleep.

A noise woke me. Owen was still holding me and smiling. "I think one of your neighbors just pulled up."

"Did you sleep?"

"No, I just wanted to hold you and watch you sleep."

I felt a little embarrassed. "You must be really bored, if watching me sleep was all you did."

"No, Jamie. It was wonderful watching you fall asleep and holding you. Seeing you sleeping so peacefully. I knew you felt safe and comfortable in my arms if you could fall asleep. That means a lot to me." I smiled at him."Besides, you were only asleep about fifteen minutes."

"Do you want to watch a movie?" Owen asked.

"We still haven't gotten a DVD player for in here. Do you want to watch in the den?"

"No. Let's go get it. I want to be able to watch it in here. That way if my finger accidentally slips inside your butt during the movie, your parents won't freak out."

I laughed. "OK. We'll go for it again. We'll hold hands so we don't get separated and we won't look at anything else unless we have too. Oh, that reminds me. I know we don't have a place set up for your weights yet, but you could bring your dumbells over if you want."

"That's a thought! We'll do it!"

We got dressed and headed back over there. We got the dumbells first. Owen said "Do you want yours?" holding up the paperback.

"Ha Ha. I have much thicker books at home." We loaded his weights into the car. We went back in for the DVD player and we also took a few of his movies.

"We could move this TV into our bedroom," he said pointing at an enormous set in their family room.

"How big is it?"

"About seven inches." He grinned at me.

"Something that small would fit anywhere," I said.

"Ha! For that I will no longer use lube."

"No, please! I need it! I'm only fourteen?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I'm going for pity. You will have pity, won't you?"

"Maybe I'll wet you first using a damp cloth."

"No!!! Lube!!!"

"Exactly. No lube."

"You don't want me to hide every time you want to have sex, do you? Think of all the time you'd waste looking for me. That's time your beautiful giant penis could be spending in my lubed up rear end!"

"That is true. I hadn't thought of that. Very well. You've convinced me."

"Anyway, I don't think the TV would fit in our bedroom unless we removed an awful lot of stuff. Maybe if we pushed both beds together and moved the computer desk."

"Nah. I just seems a waste leaving it here, Jamie."

We left and went home.

When we finally got it all hooked up to my TV we started the movie Galaxy Quest and laid down on my bed. Oops, I mean the Sleeping Bed.

"This is nice," I said smiling at him.

"Yeah, it is."

"When will your finger start accidentally doing things?"

"You never know when accidents will occur around the home. I heard that on TV," he said.

"I don't remember that line in the movie. Is this the extended director's cut?"

"Yes. It had always bugged him that that line got cut. Finally we could see the movie he originally planned!"

"Making movies must be wonderful. We should make a movie."

"Now that I'm off the football team, there's no one to show it to."

"Good point."

I rested my head on Owen's chest and we watched the movie. After a few minutes, Owen's finger found its way into my pants."

"Owen, pause the movie, will you? I need to use the bathroom." Owen paused it and I went in the bathroom, undressed, and cleaned myself out. Then I lubed my hole. When I went back in the bedroom, Owen was naked and on the Fucking Bed. I got on the bed and Owen kissed me.

"Get the lube, will you Jamie?" I got it out of the bathroom and handed it to him.

I laid back down and Owen pushed a lubed finger into me. I smiled at him and he smiled back. Then he pushed a second finger in. It burned a little. He moved his two fingers around in me for a bit. I could tell my hole was loosening. "Are you ready for three fingers?"

"Yeah." He worked the three fingers for a while.

Finally he got up on his knees over me and said "Lube me up, Jamie." I reached over for the lube and squirted some on my fingers. Then I began rubbing it all over Owen's stiff cock. His slippery cock felt so good in my hand that I started stroking him. He grabbed my hand and said "I'm close, Jamie. I want to fuck you."

I pulled my legs up and Owen positioned himself. He ran the head of his dick over my hole a few times, but he didn't put it in me.

"You're a tease, Owen." He pushed into me.

"Yes, Owen!"

"Oh, Jamie. It feels so good. You're so tight and hot inside."

Owen put his hands on my legs holding them up and began to move. He tilted his angle until he found my spot.

"Fuck, Owen!"

"Jamie, what did I say about cursing?"

I laughed. "Sorry, daddy!"

I looked into his eyes. I thought I could see laughter and love and lust. I ran my hands over his chest, shoulders, and arms.

He sped up his thrusting. His balls were slapping against me. His cock was rubbing my prostate with each stroke. And then I was there!

"Owen!"

"Fuck, Jamie! Aah!" he said as he came. He stopped thrusting as he came inside me. I could feel his warm come in me.

He started laughing as he pulled out of me. He fell over on his back onto the bed, panting.

"Damn, that was fantastic! Unbelievable! Your hole was spasming around my dick. "

I put my arm over him.

"You came without touching yourself. Again!" He said to me.

"Well, you know for sure, I'm not pretending that I want you."

"Yeah! I do know that for sure!"

I reached down to his cock and wrapped my hand around it. It started stiffening.

Owen laughed again. "Jamie, you could probably make me come again, but let's wait. I want to have a little come left for tonight!"

"Umm!" I leaned over and kissed him.

"Come on. Let's get showered and dressed. Then we can watch more of the movie before your parents get home.'

We rinsed ourselves off in the shower and got dressed. Then we both got in bed and finished the movie.

After the movie was over we wandered into the kitchen. I told Owen "I need to water my herb garden in the back."

"Let's go."

I showed him the garden. Owen asked "So you use all these cooking?"

"Except for the mint. I just like the way it smells. If you like it in tea, we could use it for that."

"I've never had it in tea. But I'm game to try it."

While I watered everything, Owen wandered around the backyard.

"I guess that rose bush that you had over here died."

"Yeah. It was starting to look more and more pitiful, so we finally yanked it. It never was happy. It had aphids and black spot and powdery mildew. Eventually my mom got tired of spraying it."

"Well, your herb garden looks really healthy."

"Yeah, and anyway aphids just add extra protein to a dish." Owen looked at me with his eyes squinted and then laughed.

We saw my mom's car pull up. I turned off the water and we went back inside.

When Mom came into the house she said "Hi guys! How was your day?"

There was very little of our day that I could repeat to my mom. I was glad she didn't ask what we'd done!

Owen said "It was fine."

Mom said "I've got something for you Owen." She reached in her purse and pulled out some money. She handed it to Owen. I couldn't see how much there was, but Owen leafed through the bills and his eyes bugged out. "You should put some or most of that in your bank account. You don't want to keep that much cash in the house."

Owen said "Thanks, but you didn't need to give me this much."

Mom laughed and said "We aren't giving it to you. It's yours. You don't have access to your parents' bank accounts yet, but that should hold you over until then."

"Come on, Jamie. Let's go to the bank." I followed Owen into our room.

"How much is it?" I asked.

"A thousand."

"Whoa! I got me a rich sugar daddy!" We both laughed.

"I want to buy you something, Jamie."

"What would you buy? I just want to be with you. I don't need anything."

"I found a place on the Internet that will create a dildo that's an exact replica of a real one. I could give you a dildo that looks exactly like my cock. You could take it to school with you! It only costs six hundred dollars." I laughed.

"I'm afraid the other kids would make fun of me and call me `Dildo Boy'.

"I didn't think of that. Kids can be so cruel when they're jealous."

"Yeah. And you don't have enough money to buy all of them dildos."

"Someday I will. And besides, only the first one is six hundred. Additional copies cost only two hundred each!"

"I don't want to share your rubber dick with my classmates! What did they ever do for me?"

"Didn't your mom ever teach you to share?"

"She tried, but you told her to shut up. You only wanted me to share with you."

"I have always been polite to your mom."

"You may have said `Please shut up'."

I walked over and closed the bedroom door. "You know, I think I've forgotten what it looks like." I knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants. I carefully pulled his cock out. I looked up at him and said "I want your cock and your cum."

"They're both yours, Jamie. Only yours."

I took him in my mouth. Owen got hard fast.

"Oh, Jamie..."

I sucked for a while, but he didn't cum. Finally my jaw was getting sore.

"Sorry, Jamie. I don't know if I can come again so soon."

I looked up at him disappointed.

"Let me try," he said. He started stroking his cock in front of me. I played with his balls with one hand and played with his nipples with the other. He stroked it while we watched each other. Finally he said "I'm getting close!" I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. Owen placed the head of his dick on my tongue while he continued stroking it.

"Aw, Fuck!" He said as he came. His warm come flowed into my mouth. I swallowed it. When he was completely finished I tucked him back into his pants and zipped him up.

"Now we can go to the bank," I said. Owen laughed. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me.

"You are too much, Jamie!"

"Too much for you?"

"No. Never mind. You are absolutely perfect!"

We left the bedroom and I called out "Mom. We're going to the bank."

"OK. See you soon."

We left to go to the bank. When we got out to his car I asked him if the BMW was at his house. I didn't remember seeing it.

"No. They took it to the airport. I guess it's still parked out there."

"We need to get it before they tow it away," I said. "I'll ask Dad about it tonight."

When we got to the bank, Owen deposited seven hundred dollars into his bank account. When we got back to the car, he handed me a hundred dollar bill.

"What's this for?"

"Just to have, in case you need it." I just looked at him. "I feel funny taking it."

"That's OK. I feel funny about the whole thousand. I didn't do anything for it. I feel like I stole it from my parents."

"You don't have to give me money, Owen."

"I know that. But I want to. Who else am I going to share my money with? Chastity?"

"Hmm. When you put it like that, I have to take it. I hate her guts."

"She's said nice things about you."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. On our date I was telling her about you. About how much fun we used to have and how much I liked you. How I would have rather been with you than her. She looked pissed, but she said `That's nice'. See? She said nice."

"I wish I had gone on your date with you. While you were complimenting her on her makeup or whatever, I could have been blowing you under the table."

"That would have definitely made me enjoy the date more. But I liked to talk about you. I would have told Chastity what a good job you were doing. `He's smart and cute and he gives the best blow jobs ever.'"

"She would be bound to be impressed."

"Definitely. And I would have held her hand while I came."

"That's it! No more dates for you whether I'm blowing you or not!"

"Poor Chastity!"

"Hmm."

"But seriously, Owen. What am I going to do with a hundred dollar bill? Do you want me to give the lady in the school cafeteria a heart attack by trying to pay for my lunch with a hundred dollar bill?"

"I'm sorry, Jamie. You can't have everything. If you want to share my life, you have to share my money." I laughed.

Oh, well. Maybe I can buy some clothes with it. Do you want to go shopping Saturday?"

"Sure!"

We headed home. Dad was home.

We had leftovers for dinner. Mom and Dad had the casserole that Susan left. Owen had beef brisket and I had brisket of a couple of the sandwiches Elly had left.

During dinner I said "Dad, do you know if Uncle Jack's car is still at the airport?"

"I guess it is Jamie. We should get the keys tomorrow. We can go get the car Saturday.

"Owen, do you want to keep driving the Volvo or would you rather drive the BMW?" Dad asked him.

"I don't think I'm ready for it. I'd be terrified I was going to have a car wreck."

Hmm. That statement didn't help dinner one little bit.

To lighten things up I said "Owen wants me to drive the BMW. He doesn't want me driving his Volvo without a license." We all laughed.

When Mom and I were clearing the plates away, Dad and Owen went into the den to talk. I figured it was probably about the memorial service.

Mom said "Well, tomorrow is the memorial service. It's going to be traumatic. Your father and I will be delivering the eulogies."

"Please don't read them to Owen tonight. The obituary was bad enough," I said.

"I won't. Eulogies are about how we feel. Owen doesn't need to provide any input. But your father is asking Owen right now if he wants to say anything during the service."

"I'm worried about Owen. I'm afraid he won't be able to cope with everything tomorrow."

"We're worried too, but we can't do anything about it. We could have delayed the memorial service, but that might stretch out the grieving. You just keep telling him you love him. That will help."

It was strange having my mother tell me to tell my boyfriend I loved him. But Owen wasn't just my boyfriend, he was so many other things. He was my parents' god son, their 'nephew', and my best, dearest friend. And I suppose he wasn't really my boyfriend. I think all of us would have been surprised if either of us ever went out with anyone else. We were together. Period. That sort of made Owen their son-in-law as well.

"You two should make it an early night. Tomorrow will be exhausting," Mom told me.

"OK.

"It still doesn't seem real to me. When we were at Owen's house today, I kept expecting to see Uncle Jack or Aunt Janice walk into the room."

"Yes, I know what you mean.

"Do you know if Owen is serious about buying the house next door?" Mom asked.

"As far as I know. He loves the house. He said the happiest time of his life was there. I'm sure he hopes to be happy there again. And he will be. You and Dad will be right next door. Once I move out, I'll be with him. He hasn't said it, but I think he will be glad to have you and Dad close."

"Well, we'll both be very glad to have you two so near."

By then we had finished cleaning up.

"I guess you and Owen will be disappearing into your room," Mom said. I didn't know what to say to that. I guess she was feeling sort of abandoned.

"You told us to go to bed early!" She laughed.

"It's OK. It's not like the two of you disappearing together is anything new!" I laughed.

"That reminds me. When Elly came by yesterday, she said that Owen's parents spent all their time looking for us in the woods. Did they?"

"No. You two were always good about coming home when you said you would. I never worried because you were with Owen and I pitied the poor fool who crossed you when he was around. Jack and Janice never mentioned it to me, and they would have. We would have told you to stop going! But you know Elly, the more dramatic, the better.

"With Elly you wouldn't have something red. You'd have something the color of blood oozing from a decapitated corpse!" We laughed.

"But boy, did she catch one hunk of a husband," my mom said.

"I've heard two stories about that. Coach, that's Frank, said he coughed up a margarita on her on their frst date when she said something unrepeatable to him and he decided he loved her. Elly says she convinced him she was pregnant by him even though they hadn't actually done anything." Mom was laughing hard.

"What do you want to bet it was really very boring. Boy loves girl, girl loves boy. Elly's dramatic sense would never allow her to admit that," Mom said,

"That's probably true," I said.

Owen came looking for me. He motioned me out of there with his eyes. I followed him.

We went into the bedroom. He closed the door and pulled me into his arms. "I missed you! Can you believe it? While Uncle Ed was talking I was wondering where you were and what you were doing. I hate to admit it, but I think I'm in love."

"You've admitted it before. Let me just say I think you are fabulous and wonderful and the love of my life." We kissed there for a few minutes. Then Owen pulled me over to the Sleeping bed. You want to watch TV and cuddle?"

"Absolutely."

We got in bed. I think we both forgot about the TV. We lay on our sides facing each other. I stroked the side of Owen's head and looked into his eyes.

"Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of brown." I said.

"I'm glad you like them. I happen to like yours better though. Mine sort of bug out like"

We laid there for a while, occasionally kissing.

"After supper, my mom said 'I suppose you two will be disappearing into your room'."

"Really? Was she upset?"

"No. She said she was used to it. We've been disappearing together our whole lives, it seems."

Owen laughed. "I guess she's right about that."

"Oops. I just remembered the towels in the washer." I got up and went to the laundry room. They were already in the dryer and the cycle was over. I folded them and took them back to our bathroom.

"Wow, that was quick! You must have some dryer!"

"Are you kidding? It took almost three minutes! We need a new one!

"Actually I guess Mom or Dad had already put them in the dryer."

"Now that we have towels, we can take a shower and I can see you naked again, Owen."

Owen got undressed quickly and then backed me up against the wall.

"Now that you've got me naked, what are you going to do?"

I looked at him head to toe and said "First I want to suck on your nipples." I leaned forward and brushed some of the hair away and started sucking on one. I bit it, but not too hard. I'd read that a lot of guys liked that. Owen moaned, so I guess he was one of them.

"Fuck, Jamie. That feels so good." I went to work on his other nipple. "I never realized my nipples could make my dick even harder." After lightly chewing on them, Owen backed up and started to undress me. Once I was naked, he took my hand and we walked into the bathroom.

He stood me in front of the mirror with him behind me. He squirted some lube on his dick, then I felt him push his lubed finger into me.

"I'm going to fuck you, Jamie."

"I want it, Owen."

He pushed a second finger in me, and then a third. Finally he pushed his cock into me. We watched each other in the mirror.

"Do you like having me inside you?"

"Oh, yes! I love it!"

Owen grabbed my hips and began thrusting. "Owen," I moaned. He changed his angle and I gasped. He grinned at me in the mirror and began jabbing his dick at my spot.

I leaned back against him and he wrapped his arms around me while he fucked me. I could tell he was sweating. "I'm getting close, baby. You're so tight and hot!"

I started stroking my cock and Owen brushed my hand away. He wrapped his hand around my cock and started stroking it. With his dick stroking my prostate and his hand jerking me off, it didn't take long before I shouted "Owen!" and came.

Owen thrust hard a few more times and groaned as he came inside me. I turned my head back and he kissed me as he came, moaning into my mouth.

"Damn, Owen! That was incredible!"

Owen laughed. "It was pretty wonderful. But it was wonderful because it was you.

"Let's get a shower, Jamie."

We washed each other and after drying we flopped down in the Sleeping bed, naked and with Owen's arms around me. Perfect!

We watched TV for a while and then decided to go to sleep. Owen turned off the light and got in bed. I got in and he wrapped his arms around me. I quickly fell asleep.

Seven

Thursday

I woke before Owen on Thursday. I could feel his stiff cock pressing against me and decided I was hungry. I worked my way down and took him in my mouth and after a few seconds Owen said "Fuck baby. What a way to wake up! But I want to fuck you in the shower."

"I'll need to use the enema kit first."

"Nah. If I get dirty, it will rinse off."

We got in the shower. Owen said "Let me stretch you out first," and squirted some body wash on his fingers.

"Why don't you try it without the fingers."

"Are you sure Jamie?"

"Sure! If I can't handle it, I'll let you know."

Owen squirted some body wash on his dick.

"Bend over a little." I did. He squirted some body wash on my butt. Then he slowly tried to push his cock in me. It wouldn't go in. Finally I pushed back at the same time he pushed forward and it popped into me. I screamed in pain! Damn, it hurt! He pulled back out. So much for my mom's no noises rule. I started laughing and Owen joined in.

Owen said "How about if I stretch you first."

"You know, that sounds like an excellent idea."

After he stretched me, he eased into me again. Much better. When he got close he reached around and started stroking my cock and we ended up coming at the same time.

"That was great Owen, but I really wanted a mouthful of your come. You know, for breakfast."

"You should tell me that before I shoot it all up your butt."

"I guess I just need more than one lover. There's always George."

"You do not want to suck George. You'll get dog hair in your mouth. And that's the good part."

He rinsed off and I got down on my knees. I took him in my mouth. He got hard again quickly. "Damn Jamie! I've got me a hungry little boy!"

He held my head and fucked my mouth for a bit. Then he pulled out. I put some body wash on my finger and I slowly pushed it inside his hole. I moved my finger around, looking for his prostate. When he said "Aaarghh", I knew I'd found it. I took back in my mouth and sucked while rubbing the spot. A minute later his come was spurting in my mouth.

"Damn, your come is good!" I told him.

"Don't curse! You're too young!"

I laughed. "Excuse me! Oh, my! Your come is good!"

"That's better. And I'm glad you enjoy it. I'll try to make sure you get most of it."

"Most? Most?"

"I have to keep some in reserve in case Anna Nicole Smith decides to haunt us."

"Screw her! I want it."

"Make up your mind! Do you want me to screw her or not?"

Owen pulled me into his arms and said "I love you, Jamie. Have I told you that this morning?"

"No, and it's nice to hear! So do I get all of it?"

"All of what?" I got down on my knees and opened my mouth.

"Fuck Jamie! I've only been awake about ten minutes and I've already come twice!"

I got up laughing. "I was just kidding."

Owen said "Now that I know what you want for breakfast, I promise I'll give you breakfast in bed every morning."

"Mmmm. It is the most important meal of the day."

"I know! And I don't ever want you to skip breakfast!"

After that I made french toast and scrambled eggs for all of us. As we ate together in the kitchen it felt very comfortable. Apparently my parents had not heard my scream in the shower. I think they would have mentioned it. I had been a little afraid that Mom or Dad would have second thoughts about Owen and me, but at one point Owen was holding my hand and it didn't seem to bother Mom at all.

After breakfast when we were back in our bedroom, Owen shut the door and backed me up to the 'Fucking Bed'. Oooh. I fell back on it. Owen climbed between my legs and undid my pants. Then he pulled them off me.

Then he said "According to my patented Come Counter, you have only come once this morning."

"That's amazing! Was it difficult to get it patented?"

"It took many demonstrations to prove its accuracy."

"That must have been exhausting."

"It was. I'm a slave to science.

"Anyway, as I was saying, you have had one too few orgasms this morning."

"I was just thinking that while I was eating french toast."

Owen pushed my legs back and pushed his face in my crack. "Umm, smells like french toast."

"Gross!"

He took my balls in his mouth and sucked on them. Fuck! It felt good. Then he licked my hole. He sucked on his finger for a second and started to push it into me.

"Let me know if this hurts at all, and I'll use lube," he said. It didn't hurt.

Once his finger was in me he went back to sucking on my balls. It felt so good, I moaned. He began finger fucking me. My dick was leaking on my stomach. After a few minutes of this he took my cock in his mouth and sucked it slowly.

"Owen, that feels wonderful!"

He pulled back and began sucking on my balls again. Then he started pulling on my nipples.

"Fuck Owen! I need to come!"

He took my dick back in his mouth and sucked while he rubbed his finger over my prostate.

"Owen!" I cried as I began shooting into his mouth. Owen swallowed every drop.

When he pulled back, he had this huge grin on his face. He said "I think I enjoyed that as much as you did."

"Boy, Owen. You sure are getting good at that. It was fantastic!"

There was a knock at the bedroom door. I put my pants back on in a hurry and opened the door. It was my dad. He came in the room and sat on one of the beds.

"Your mother and I would like to ask a favor of you," he said.

"Sure Dad! What is it?"

"I want you to turn your stereo or your TV on when the two of you are.um.well, you know." Oh lord! How embarrassing. I'm sure I blushed. I looked at Owen and he was red faced.

"I'm sorry Dad! We will. We'll be careful." I couldn't even look at him while I said it.

"That's fine. Thank you." He got up and left.

"Oh lord, Owen! If there was a rock, I would hide under it!"

Owen laughed nervously "I know! That is the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me."

I said softly "I wonder what they heard. I hope it wasn't 'Fuck Owen. I need to come!' Owen shook his head.

He said, "But I guess it was bound to happen. I'm really glad that's all they want us to do about it. It could have been much, much worse." That was true!

We started to get dressed for the memorial service.

I asked Owen "Do you think we should ever ask my mom and dad for a bigger bed?"

"NO! Let's leave it alone. I don't want to push our luck. Besides, I want to hold you in my arms while we sleep and we don't take up much space pressed together. Why? Are you having trouble sleeping?"

"No. I'm sleeping better than I ever have."

"Me too."

"OK. It was just a thought."

"Plus, how would your parents explain if anyone found out we are both sleeping in one bed. One bed would be really difficult to explain. Two beds makes it appear everything is normal."

While we were getting dressed I asked "Owen, do you know why this is a 'memorial service' and not a funeral?"

"Yeah, Uncle Ed told me. With a body in a casket, it's a funeral. Otherwise it's a memorial service."

"I've never been to a memorial service. I wonder if it's different from a funeral," I said.

"I don't know. I haven't been to one either."

As we got ready to go to the memorial service I wondered whether many people would be there. I hoped so, but I really didn't know much about my aunt and uncle's friends (besides my parents, of course). I thought it would be really sad if it was just us and a big empty church. By the end of the day, I was wishing it had only been us.

When we got to the church there were a lot of cars. When we went inside it was almost full. We walked all the way to the front and sat down, with me next to Owen. He looked OK. He wasn't crying and I thought that was probably good. I really wanted to hold his hand but didn't think it was right to do it in church.

By the time of the eulogies, which were given by my parents, Owen was a wreck. He was sobbing openly. I was so worried about him that I really don't remember what anyone said. I kept wanting to tell them to shut up! I put my arm around him.

And then it got worse. After the service, we stood outside the church while hundreds people told Owen how sorry they were and what wonderful people his parents were and how tragic it was that they died so young. And how they met them and what they said. What they'd done with them and what they wished they'd done. Now why they thought Owen needed to know all this, I don't know.

Owen was in a daze. He wasn't crying though. At first he talked to them. Then he just nodded to them. Finally he had stopped responding to what people were saying and asking.

Finally I told Mom I didn't think Owen could handle any more. She told us to go to the car. She said she and dad would stay for a while longer.

I walked with Owen to the car. We both got in the back seat. I made small talk, but Owen didn't respond. After a little while of not being able to reach him, I started crying. I didn't know what was going on in his mind, but I knew it wasn't pleasant.

"Owen, please talk to me! Please!"

I wrapped my arms around him and cried on his shoulder. After a few minutes he hugged me back.

I pulled away and said "That was not fun!"

He said "No it wasn't."

"I never thought people saying `I'm sorry' could hurt so much. Every time someone would say it I felt worse."

"It was pretty awful."

"There sure were a lot of people there! Were you expecting that many?"

"Heck no! I have no idea who any of them were!"

I said "Did you hear that woman talk about your mom when she was four? And some of those stories! 'Did your father ever tell you about the time we got in trouble in high school?' They were so generic, they could have been talking about anybody!

"Hey! Maybe they're funeral groupies!" I said. Owen laughed. "They can skip out on work! Like faking an illness in school. Only they're faking being friends. `We were so close to Ron and Marie... I mean Jack and Janice'. It would be too hard to keep thinking up new stories, so they recycle them." He kept laughing.

"Owen, school tomorrow is going to be a little like this. Lots of people are going to want to talk to you about your parents."

"There's one difference. At school I can tell them to fuck off. That doesn't work as well in church." I laughed.

I said "Yeah, you have to whisper it and it loses impact."

Owen said "In high school, no one will think anything of it. Half the school is saying it to the other half, all day long!"

Owen was back from whatever dark place he'd been. He hugged me and told me he loved me.

My parents came to the car. We left the church and made a stop. Afterwards we had my aunt and uncle in the car with us in a cardboard box. I started to ask if we should use a seat belt on them, but decided that would be in poor taste.

We went and bought urns and that was strange. `This one's nice. Do you think she'd like this one? No, she hated purple.' My mom and dad kept asking Owen if he liked this one or that one. I thought they should be in one urn. Otherwise it was like sleeping in separate beds. No one agreed with me. Fortunately, none of this upset Owen too much. He rolled his eyes at me about the time we were looking at the fiftieth urn.

After that we went to lunch. It was the restaurant where Uncle Jack proposed to Aunt Janice. We sat around and talked for almost three hours, just the four of us. Some of the stories were funny and some were sad. We each mentioned one thing we would miss most about each of them. Owen cried along with the rest of us, but this time I didn't worry about him. We were all there for him. For each other. I felt we were doing right by my aunt and uncle, by my parents' best friends, and by Owen's parents. I felt I was finally doing right by them. I realized just how very much I owed them.

When we got home, Owen put his parents on my, oops, our bookshelf. It was actually nice having them there. I felt that in a very real sense, they were still with us.

That evening while we were getting ready for bed (and while the TV was on with the volume up), Owen began kissing me. I felt distracted. I kept glancing over at the bookshelves.

Owen said "So that's it, huh? Five days and you're tired of me already! I was really hoping our relationship would last at least a week."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm kissing you and you are trying to watch TV! And it's a commercial!"

I laughed. "I'm not watching TV."

"What is it then? You are not kissing me back!"

I was embarrassed to admit it. Owen stood there looking at me. Finally I said "Ummm.It's your parents." I pointed at them. "I don't think we should be kissing in front of them."

Owen looked surprised and said "They never said they didn't want us to kiss in front of them."

"I can't help it! I can't pretend they aren't there! I'm staring right at them! I'll never be able to have sex in front of them!"

Owen looked like he was trying not to laugh. He failed. He started laughing and it kept going. Then I started.

Finally he said "There are no holes in the urns for them to see out of. I specifically chose urns without windows." I laughed.

"Wait! I've got an idea," he said. He walked to the bathroom and brought out a towel. He threw it over the bookshelf. "How's that?" he asked me.

I thought about it for a minute. It seemed fine! I walked up to him, put my arms around him and said "It's perfect. Thank you Owen." And I kissed him. Passionately.

We didn't have sex that night. We were both exhausted. He pulled me against him in bed with his arms around me and I had to admit the day ended well.

Before I fell asleep, I said a prayer of thanks for my aunt and uncle. For all they'd given me: for my very first bike and Owen to teach me to ride it, for many fabulous Christmas and birthday gifts and Owen to share them with, for their love, and most of all for Owen.

Epilogue

Four Years Later

Six months after my aunt and uncle died, the Baileys put their house on the market. I think they were a bit surprised when Owen offered them their asking price the first day it was listed. He even offered to pay them in cash, if they wanted it.

For a while we didn't really know what to do with the house. Owen and I talked about it a lot. He was about to turn eighteen and could live there, but I was still only fourteen and my parents didn't want me moving yet. Even next door. We had sex in sometimes, but it was kind of eery having sex in an empty house. My dad suggested renting it out until we were ready to move in, but neither Owen nor I wanted anyone else living in it. So it sat there. As time went on, Owen thought of improvements he wanted to make to it, so those were made. It was repainted, refloored and retiled. It had new granite countertops and top of the line appliances. 'See the refrigerator has a web browser too'. It was the nicest house that nobody lived in.

It was also nice being able to fertilize the tree without worrying about being caught.

I just turned eighteen and it was moving day. Actually, there was very little being moved. We bought the furniture months ago and it's been sitting in there getting dusty since. So the big move meant taking our clothes, computers, books, and music next door. It took about an hour.

Owen's parents were already there, in their his and hers urns.

When we went into the bedroom I asked Owen if he would mind having only one bed "We'll have to sleep and fuck in the same bed."

"This bed was specially made to allow that," Owen said.

"That's amazing! But I may get lost in it. It's too big! In our twin beds, I could always find you."

"If you get lost, make an owl call. Do you remember how to make an owl call?"

"Give him a cell phone?"

"Exactly. So have your owl call me and I'll let him know where I am. Whether he tells you or not, is up to him."

"I really feel we should be doing more work. We're moving! Maybe there's something else we can bring over here."

"This isn't about the twin beds again, is it?"

"Oh, Shit!"

"What?"

"We forgot to bring our child!"

So we went next door and got Amigo. He was hiding under his bush. We moved him into his new home, far, far (about 30 feet) away. His new flower bed is much larger, so he has no reason to complain. We are discussing getting him a girlfriend. However if he is gay, he probably won't appreciate it.

We looked around the backyard. My dad told us that the real reason Owen and his parents moved to the new house was because Uncle Jack had always wanted a swimming pool and the tree Owen and I planted was smack dab in the middle of the backyard. Uncle Jack thought neither of us would forgive him if he cut it down to make way for a pool. That and the house's foundation needed to be repaired.

It was very strange trying to come to terms with that. Both Owen and I thought they moved to keep us apart. My dad said, "Why would we want to keep you apart?" He admitted that they did want us to have more friends, but that didn't mean they wanted to keep us apart. He said, "After all, if you had a child, wouldn't you want him or her to have more than one friend?" How do you argue with that?

We walked back into the house. My parents yelled "Surprise". I looked at Owen. He didn't seem surprised. Mom and Dad were there with a very pregnant Elly and Coach, I mean Frank Robinson, and our friends Celia and her lover Tina.

Owen said "Shit! It's the in-laws!" We all laughed.

I felt incredibly awkward when I found out Frank knew about Owen and me. When Elly asked me about it I told her it was because he taught at my grade school. She pointed out that she worked there too. Frank then told me he had a gay brother who lived in Germany. After that, it didn't bother me. As a matter of fact, Elly and Frank asked me to be their baby's godfather! That shocked the heck out of me. I think they did it to piss off Elly's parents though. Apparently they felt Elly had married beneath herself. I suppose they wanted her to marry a doctor or a lawyer. Obviously they had never seen Frank wearing just a jock strap! I'm sure what he has is a lot more fun than a law degree! He's also funny and I know Elly appreciates that.

Celia and Tina want to have a baby. They want a baby so badly that they asked us if Owen would be a sperm donor for them. In a way it would be nice to have a little Owen around; I know exactly how wonderful they are. But it wouldn't be ours. Owen would like to have kids but he said he would understand if I didn't want him to do it. I told them I would think about it. Then they sort of sweetened the deal. If we agree, there will be a second pregnancy and we can keep that baby. I mentioned it to my mom and I thought her head would explode.

She said "I really don't want to pressure you, but I would really like a grandbaby. And you better give me one or else." Well maybe not those exact words, but that was what it amounted to.

I decided not to get upset that everyone seems to want to have Owen's baby and no one seems to want mine. 'Who? Jamie as father? Yeah.or maybe we can find a homeless man who will do it for five dollars!'

I'm pretty sure I'm going to tell Celia and Tina yes. I just want to be completely sure first.

The party was nice. We had cake and ice cream. We showed them our home's many improvements. Also our washer which apparently used no water at all, our dryer which I think dried clothes by making them radioactive, and our refrigerator which had an always-on 3G Internet connection and a printer. `You know, so you can print grocery lists.' I pointed out that we should wait for 4G refrigerators, but we didn't.

The oven, by the way, is wonderful! Owen let me choose it all by myself. He just made me promise french toast could be made on it.

Finally everyone left.

"Here. I got you a house-warming gift," he said. He got a wrapped package out of the closet. Shit! I hadn't gotten him anything. I opened the package.

"It's an extra, extra large butt plug, Owen!"

"I know. I bought it."

"Why do I need an extra, extra large butt plug, Owen?"

"I realized that this house does not have a safe like our old.um.new house. This way we'll have a place to store the family jewels. Even a bowling ball, if I buy one."

"Then shouldn't the butt plug have a lock?"

"That's on your new underwear. They were backordered."

"Thank you, honey," I said, dropping the butt plug on the floor. It bounced, twice!

Owen took me in his arms and said "Aah! Just the two of us! Just the way we've always liked it." And he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"There are those who say with four people you have twice the fun."

"Yes, but I studied calculus and philosophy, so I know what to say to them!"

"What do you say to them?"

"I say 'phooey' to them! I've got my Jamie. Let them find their own!"

"My gorgeous genius. I couldn't have said it better myself."

"Don't forget rich."

"I don't even like Rich. I'll forget him if I want to!

"Now where did we put the FB, my sexy love god?"