Jason's Story -- Part 10
A little background: The day after my father died, Irene and her husband showed up, I let them in, and they brought in boxes and headed for the dining room, still with the hospital bed in there, and began to unload the China closet.
Fortunately, my father's lawyer, Mr. Ransom, came in, and asked, "What do you think you are doing?"
"Just packing up my stuff," Irene responded.
"Why is it "your stuff?" Mr. Ransom asked.
"Because it belonged to our mother, and, the Little Chink Bastard has no right to it. And, even if he did have a right to it, he being a Chink, would have no appreciation for it."
"Well, I am sorry, but it belongs to Jason, as does everything else in this house, so put back what you have taken."
"Make me," she said.
"I will call the police and have you charged with theft if you do not," Mr. Ransom replied.
"Fuck you, I'll see you in court," Irene threatened, and walked out the front door, leaving the boxes behind, her sheep-like husband seeming to apologize for her, and following close behind.
There was a court date, I did not have to go, it was just two lawyers arguing the law in front of the judge with my father's will and other documents, and it was confirmed that I got it all, some in trust, and that a cousin who lived on the west coast, who I had never met, was my trustee, we talked on the phone off and on, she was a good person and wanted to help me in any way she could, but she had 3 little kids, and unless she really had to, did not want to travel to New England just yet.
Fast forward to three weeks after Lex moved in with me.
Irene and her husband showed up at the house. "Jason, I hear you let a Nigger move in with you. This cannot be. No one in our family ever lived with a Nigger except as help. He has to go. Now. Or, I will call the police. And, keep in mind that I drove two hours down here to make sure it happens. Where is he'"
I went into the kitchen, told Lex to take the car and drive somewhere and call me in half an hour. I did not want him to be in a confrontation with Irene, since who knows what trouble she might stir up, better that it not be a "she said, he said". Then I called Mr. Ransom, told his secretary it was an emergency, and told him what was happening. He said he would be there in twenty minutes or so and to get Lex out of the way, I told him that I had. "Good thinking," he said.
"Lex is not here right now," I said, to Irene. She proceeded up the stairs to look at the bedrooms.
"Do not touch anything," I commanded, in my best 16-year-old voice. Fortunately, we had kept up the charade of separate bedrooms, all his stuff was in my old bedroom, and all mine was in the master bedroom, where we both slept. His bed was unmade and looked slept in, and we kept a few socks and a pair of very conventional underwear on the floor in there, in case the social worker, or someone like Irene wanted to investigate, along with his homework -- if we did homework in the same room the temptation to fool around got to be too great and we ended up fooling around.
"I want him out of here. Now."
"Well, he is not here right now, and as far as I am concerned, he is not going anywhere."
"He is a bad influence. I know where his family lives, it is a dump. He is probably a drug addict."
"He is not a drug addict, and, I have been to his family's place, and yes, it is not very nice but it is very clean and his Mom is a great woman, she has held the place together for a very long time," I lectured. "We go there for supper at least once a week, usually for Sunday dinner if we do not have to work. She is really a good cook."
"And why would a mother let her son live anywhere but home?"
"Because he is 18, big, and their home is very small and very crowded.
"He is taking advantage of you, and it has to stop."
"He is paying his share of the groceries, and part of the utilities." And, yes, he was taking advantage of my body, and I was doing the same to him, but Irene sure did not need to know that.
Mr. Ransom showed up. "What seems to be the problem, Irene?" he asked.
She again made all her allegations about Lex, N word and all.
"How did you happen to drive all the way down here for this?" Mr. Ransom asked.
"Mrs. Winslow, across the street called me, and told me she saw this Nigger kid going in and out of the house like he lived there. He even had a key, and Jason seems to have changed the locks, my key does not work anymore. It is not right. I should have more rights than the Little Chink Bastard let alone a Nigger kid."
"Well, Irene, you don't. If we need to go to court and get a restraining order, we will, and you know how well you have done in court in this matter. It is time you hit the road back to where you came from. Don't let the door slam you in the ass on your way out."
The phone rang, it was Lex, I told him to wait another 10 minutes until the "coast was clear".
"OK, Jason," Mr. Ransom said, "what is really going on?"
I explained that Lex was my best friend, his home situation, our financial deal, that he was not "taking advantage" of me, and so on.
We went over my finances, since he was here, things were going well, between my benefits, the insurance proceeds and my earnings, all was solid, and would be for the next two years of high school, my grades were good, no discipline issues at school, I looked healthy, and I confirmed that I was, and I did the right thing in sending Lex out for a while, and calling him for interference.
Lex showed up, and met Mr. Ransom for the first time, and, they got along just fine. Mr. Ransom left, and I began to shake. My world could have come apart if Irene had had her way. Lex held me, while I shook, and asked if I wanted to go upstairs. I did. We did. We got into the big bed, fully clothed, and he held me while I continued to shake, and weep, off and on, at the thought of what I had almost lost.
I calmed down, and drifted off to sleep, with Lex holding me tight and the cat at our feet. Twenty minutes later, I woke up, still in Lex`s arms, and hard as a rock. "Fuck me?" I asked. "I need to be possessed by someone."
"Sure, let me get the provisions."
"I'll go clean out," I said, "even though I want it right now, I know I don't want to clean up a shitty mess afterwards."
So, I used the douche attachment my father had installed years ago, grabbed a big towel to put under us, and bent over the side of the bed, ass in the air. "Just take me, take advantage of me, prove that Irene is right, and then, flip me over, and make love to me, proving that she is wrong."
Lex lubed up my hole, and his big long Black cock, and put it to me. It went right in, just a moment of hurt, then my ass felt full, and happy. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me," I pleaded, "make me feel so full of you."
This went on for just a few short minutes, and then, I said, "Turn me over, and make love to me," and he did, never coming undone, we moved over onto the bed, longways, and he kissed me gently and I kissed him back, and we fucked, or made love, slowly and gently for at least 10 minutes when I said, "Now, do me hard, I need to cum, I need to cum so bad," and he did, and I did, using my right on my cock and my left on my nips. He stayed in, we shifted to our sides, and I fell asleep, for a few minutes, he had pulled out, the towel was wet, my ass cheeks were wet, but I felt much better.