THE THANKSGIVING GUEST By Ben Ezra Jacobson
When I was a junior in high school, a family named Bayless lived across the street. Professor David Bayless taught Sociology at the university where my father also taught. They were nice people. They had a son, Dewy Bayless who was a pleasant but quiet boy of eleven years of age. He was short and chubby. He was also awkward in his movements, a very poor athlete, a poor scholar and not socially adept. Dewy had blue eyes and brown hair...a nice face but not remarkable. Just before Thanksgiving, when he was in the 5th grade, he was in a terrible automobile accident with his mother. A drunk driver ran a stop sign and t-boned their car on the drivers side. Mrs. Bayless died a few days later from her injuries. Dewy was banged up a bit but other wise uninjured...but the loss of his mother injured him emotionally.
Dewy's dad was a brilliant teacher but he had little rapport with his son, who was hurting inside from the loss of his mother. After a few weeks of not knowing what to say or to do for the boy, he accepted his sister's offer to take the boy to her home in Kalispell, Montana in hopes that being on a ranch would give him a sense of purpose again and help him with his grief. Dewy said little before he left...but he left willingly and there...he prospered.
Professor Bayless sold his home and moved to a small studio apartment where he lived a Spartan sort of life except for books which were stacked on the floor in columns that reached almost to the ceiling. With just a few sticks of furniture, he lead a hermit's style of life...going to the university every day for classes and home in the evening to loose himself in his reading.
We sent Dewy birthday cards and Christmas cards every year and received brief thank you notes back with out much elaboration as to how his life had changed for the better or the worse. Then one year, while I was a senior at the university and trying to finish up my bachelors degree in literature, my mother received a card from him saying that he was coming home for Thanksgiving to see his dad and some old friends from our community. He asked if he could stay with us since his dad had a single room, studio apartment and there would be little space for him. My mother wrote back and invited him to stay with us for the duration of his visit. All my friends referred to "our" house as "home."
Dewy left Kalispell on the east bound train and arrived in Chicago where he changed trains and came south on the Illinois Central to our town. He arrived the day before Thanksgiving, after the sun had set. We had the beginnings of an early winter and snow was making traveling difficult in some areas. My father, Professor Jacobson and I, went to the station to meet the train at 9:00 PM.
Station personnel were scooping snow from the train platform so travelers who were departing the cars could get into the terminal to meet their families. I was expecting a short, fat youth of sixteen...but when he departed the coach, I was surprised to see a tall, well defined young man of sixteen. He smiled a great smile as he walked up to us with his hand extended to shake.
"Professor Jacobson, Ben Ezra...it is so good to see you both," he said with a beaming smile.
Dad looked at him and laughed, "Dewy Bayless...you are a sight for sore eyes." Dad meant it too.
Dewy shook hands with me and said, "Ben Ezra...you must be about through with college?"
"My last year of bachelor work...and then on to my master's," I replied.
What a difference five years had made. Dewy was dressed in a long brown range coat and a cow boy hat with the brim turned down all the way around. He could have been the Marlboro man had he been a few years older. I noticed he wore brown suede cowboy boots with a square toe, brown Corduroy jeans and brown leather gloves. He was at least six feet tall now with square shoulders, still dark hair and very blue eyes. A couple more years and he would be a real lady killer.
"Did you have a pleasant trip, Dewy," Dad asked.
"Yes sir, I did...but it is a long ride from Montana to Illinois," he replied.
"Did you travel the whole distance...by yourself," I inquired?
"I did," he answered back. "Aunt Lou put me on the train...early at Kalispell, and I came the whole distance by myself. It was a piece of cake."
He was smiling again...ear to ear. The boy who had been introverted and chubby had metamorphosed into a nice looking physical specimen with a now extroverted personality. Obviously the rugged Montana life style had agreed with him.
"Did you contact your dad to let him know you were coming," Dad asked.
"Yes sir, I did. I spoke to him on the phone before I left and told him that I was going to stay with you and your family. I really appreciate you letting me stay, Professor Jacobson," he replied.
"We are delighted to have you with us Dewy," dad responded.
When we arrived at the house, my mother met us at the door and hugged Dewy and she too, assured him that it was an honor to have him join us for Thanksgiving.
"I have invited your father to have dinner with us tomorrow, Dewy. He was pleased to have the invitation," she spoke.
"Thank you, Mrs. Jacobson...that is very nice of you," he answered back.
My mother had made a hot punch and had a fresh mince pie right out of the oven. My sister Barbara and her husband greeted him as did several other family members visiting with us and staying over.
"Dewy dear, I hope you do not mind staying with Ben Ezra in his room. Our Inn is just about full. The other accommodations would have to be the sofa in the den...if you would prefer," she offered.
"I'm ok with sharing, Mrs. Jacobson. I am so glad to be here with you...that I would have slept on the floor," he responded.
"We'll not go to that extreme dear," she laughed, "Ben Ezra does not mind sharing his room with you...if you do not mind sharing with him."
"Not at all ma'am...thank you."
So there it was. We had dessert and enjoyed the warmth of a fire in the fireplace as we visited with our latest arrival. One by one, visiting family members excused themselves and wandered off to their rooms.
Dewy had brought everything he was traveling with in a duffle like bag about the size of a sleeping bag...which he carried over his shoulder. He said good night to my parents, hugged my Mom again and followed me up the stairs.
Although I had a small apartment on campus, I did like to come home for the week ends and holidays. My bedroom was just like it always had been and everything in it was just as I had left it the week end before. Dewy pitched his duffle into the chair and laid his coat over the back of it. He had on a brown hoody with another brown shirt under it. Obviously this cowboy liked brown.
"It is a manly color that all the guys wear in Montana," he told me. "You see mostly brown, black and some shades of dark red."
"I like those colors too, but here, you see a little bit of everything," I offered.
"Yeah," he said, "I sort of remember that. Cool."
"If you want a shower before turning in...the bathroom is to the right," I offered.
"You don't mind," he said, " it is kind of late to be running the water...but after 48 hours on the train...I could sure use a bath."
"Help yourself bud...and don't worry about the water noise. The house and the rooms are pretty well insulated. There is not much noise that disturbs at any hour," I answered back.
Dewy went into my bath room, closed the door and shortly, I could hear the water running. He was in there about a half hour. When he came out...he was dressed in long johns...just like a true cowboy. He had folded his dirty clothing and set it on the floor by the chair with his duffle. He had fished around in the bag before going to the shower and brought out the long johns. I was surprised that back here he would still dress for Montana...but he did.
He asked me which side of the bed he was to occupy. I gave him the right and I took the left...and snapped out the light. Had I been home alone...I would have slept in the buff but with a guest...I donned a pair of gray sweat pants and a white tee shirt.
"Are you worn out from your trip," I asked?
"I guess I am tired...yeah, but excited too. I am looking forward to seeing my dad and it was fun to travel alone and see how independent I could be."
"As much as you have changed since we last saw you five years ago...I did not know what to expect," I said...nudging him a bit in the ribs with my elbow.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I wondered the same about all of you," he replied. "You know what I wondered about you, Ben?"
I chuckled to myself, "What was that Dewy?"
"Well, you were always such a stud in high school...good at grades, good at everything and popular with everyone...I wondered if you would be too old and too smart, too everything... to condescend to be friendly with a kid my age," he spoke back.
I rolled over on my side to face him. "You actually thought that I would brush you off?"
"I didn't know how you would react towards me," he said. "I always thought you were about the coolest guy I ever knew...and you were kind to me...a fat, clumsy kid from across the street."
I reached over an put my hand on his shoulder. He rolled over to face me.
"Well I'll be damned...you actually thought I would brush you off," I asked again.
"I was afraid you might," he said. "You had everything going for you and you were a `Jacobson'...the coolest family in town. I was a nobody... other than Professor Bayless' kid."
"Dewy...I can tell you that I am glad to have you here with us...glad to share my family with you, our home, my bedroom...even my bed."
He chuckled. "When I was a kid...I wanted to share your bed. As an only child...I would have given my eye teeth to had an older brother like you to curl up with and to feel safe and protected."
I ruffled his hair with my fingers. "Turn over on your other side cowboy and scoot up next to me. I will be glad to keep you safe and protected."
He laughed and did as I asked, shifting to the other side and scooted up next to me as close as he could get. I put my arm over his chest and the palm of my hand against his other shoulder and held him close. His breathing became more relaxed. He raised his head off the pillow and I slid my arm under his neck and he laid his head down on my arm. Now I was able to have both arms around him. Who would have thought this cowboy wanted to be cuddled more than anything. After a few minutes...I heard him chuckle again.
"What is it...," I asked?
"Your hard on is poking me in the ass," he laughed.
"Is that offending you," I asked?
"Hell no," he laughed again, "I've waited a long time to feel it there."
He took my hand from off his chest and pulled it down over his groin. I felt one stiff, very large cock through his long johns.
"Very good Dewy, you have obviously grown into quite a man," I retorted.
"That's what my buddies back in Montana have told me."
"They are aware that you're hung like a horse," I asked.
"Ben...I can tell you don't know much about cowboys," he laughed.
"You're right Bud...You want to teach me," I asked.
He laughed, " Sure, why not."
Chapter two
The clock on the table next to the bed said 7:00 AM. Dewy was still snuggled up next to me as close as he could get. My hand was slightly touching his testicles through the fabric of his long johns and he had not once pushed it away. I shook him slightly and said, "Dewy...wake up buddy...the sun just cracked the horizon. Mom will expect us at the breakfast table in thirty minutes."
He rolled over and smiled at me. "Thanks for letting me lay close to you last night Ben Ezra. I've wanted to do that for a long time."
"Hey...what can I say, I've wanted it too," I said back to him.
He reached over and ran his fingers over my face. I needed a shave and the stubble filed at his finger tips like sandpaper. He obviously liked the feel as his hand worked down on my neck and then under my tee shirt to feel the hair on my chest. He paused at the nipples to give them a light tease and then moved down to my belly and felt the hair there.
Looking up to me again, said, "Is it OK if I go lower?"
"Sure, go ahead," I said as he slid his hand under the elastic of my sweat pants and ran his fingers through my pubic hair and then put them around my dick which was at full mast.
He looked up at me again and smiled...but said nothing as he reached under my scrotum to massage my balls in his hand. I reached down and pushed my sweats down to my knees, giving him full access. He went round and round on the balls, dick and groin hair.
"Ben...you don't know how long I have wanted to do this to you," he stated.
"Really," I responded back.
"Yeah, when I was in 5th grade...I thought you were the nicest boy I had ever met and I wanted to be close...but you were sixteen and starting to drive...and I knew there was no chance of it," he whispered.
"Dewy...why didn't you say something back then. I am not that cold," I asked.
"I was afraid of rejection...and then if it got out that I liked...well, that I liked boys as well as girls...I would be branded a queer and become a pariah," he told me.
I sat up and took his face in my hands and kissed him on the lips. He pushed back against me hard and kissed me back...then grabbed me in a bear hug and just held on. He was right...he needed a man in his life...having basically grown up with out the influence of his dad. I kissed the top of his head as he pulled away and scooted down to be eye ball to my groin. He stuck out his tongue and ran it along the side of my cock and when I did not object...he put his mouth over it and went completely down on it. Again I did not object and he started sliding up and down on it. It felt fantastic...and he was getting quite a rise out of me. He went down deep on it again just as a loud knock came to my bedroom door.
"Time to get up boys...breakfast in ten minutes," called my dad.
Dewy jumped like he had been shot and gave me quite a bite on my shaft. I jerked away from him.
"Take it easy, Tiger," I said, "there will be plenty of time for that."
"Can't help it Ben...I've waited a long time for this...and I want to enjoy every inch of it."
I laughed and messed up his already messy hair.
"We need to get down stairs," I said.
He climbed out of the bed. His erection was sticking straight out from within the long johns. I grabbed his waist band and pulled them down to his knees and popped his dick into my mouth. It took only a half dozen slides on his shaft with wet saliva...and he ejaculated into my mouth...a huge load for one so young. I thought he was going to go into a spasm right there...but after an intense orgasm and some muffled moans, he pulled out and immediately started going limp. I went to the bathroom to spit. I love to take a load...but have never been able to swallow it. We hurriedly got cleaned up and rushed to the kitchen for breakfast.
"How did you sleep Dewy, dear," my mom asked him?
"Very well, Mrs. Jacobson...thanks," he answered back. I felt him nudge the side of my thigh from under the table.
When Dewy's dad arrived, they exchanged hugs and had some quiet conversation in the corner of the living room. Their interaction seemed very civil and polite...but neither made any great overtures towards a second meeting. I heard Dewy tell his dad that he was leaving on Saturday morning to be home late Sunday night. This meant that I only had today and tomorrow with him.
Thanksgiving dinner was very nice and we had a lot of visiting to get caught up. Despite the polite exchange with Dewy and his dad...he seemed to enjoy the conversation with my family more and particularly with me. When ever I left the room for any reason...Dewy was not very far behind me. When I was sure no one was around to see...I patted his butt more than once and he cupped my balls from behind when I reached into the pantry for a dust pan that was lying on the floor. Dewy need sex and a lot of love. This evening, I would have to try to give him a healthy helping of both.
As our guests departed and then Professor Bayless headed out...Dewy asked me in a quiet moment if I was going to return to my apartment on Campus Sunday night?
"Yes, probably, why do you ask," I inquired?
"I'd like to come back with you...you know...extend my stay a couple of days. What do you think," he asked?
"I think that would be great, but what about your railway ticket home and school next week," I asked?
"I called the railway company and found that I can delay up to 10 days with out a surcharge...and at school, I can make up the work with ease. After all, I am an honor student and they are not going to sink me over a few extra days."
"How many extra days," I asked again?
"Oh...a couple...maybe all week," he said smiling.
I frowned at his levity. His countenance fell and he looked to the floor.
"I'm imposing...aren't I, Ben? It's just...well, I need time with you. I need to feel the closeness and affection that has never been mine," he spoke.
" You need all the sex you can get."
"Yes, that too. I need to spend time with you. I need to be loved. I need to love in return," he stammered. "Please don't push me away."
I looked into his eyes. They were grieving.
"Tell you what...you first call your Aunt Lou and get her permission, then you reschedule your ticket so it is sure...and I will agree to your leaving on Wednesday...but only if you work out the first two requirement...OK?"
"OK," he agreed. When he called his Aunt Lou...she did not like the idea at all...but he put up a good argument. She asked if I was there with him and when he answered in the affirmative...she asked to speak to me.
"Ben...try to persuade him to stay on schedule," she said.
"I did Lou, but he says he needs more time here with us. I agreed to a couple extra days if you would go along with it."
"It is not the best of plans Ben ...but he needs time with you. Oh yes...I know about it. He talks about you all the time. Maybe a few extra days would give him some peace. Will you be sure he catches the train after he is satisfied?
"I will ma'am, I responded. Our call ended.
"OK Dewy...this is how this plan has to work. Everyone has to think that you are leaving on Saturday...and I am returning to my apartment...only you are going with me...and we have to avoid any contact with my mom and dad until you are safely home...agreed," I firmly stated.
"Right," he said. "I give you my word."
We had some light soup and sandwiches around 8:00 PM...but most of us were too stuffed from Thanksgiving dinner to want much to eat that night. Dewey and I headed up to my room before 10:00 PM...and as soon as we got in the room and the door securely latched...we stripped naked and got into the shower together. I soaped him down from head to foot and let him to the same to me. I played with his genitals and inserted my finger into his soapy ass. He squirmed around as I rubbed his prostate gland. It only took a few massage circles with my finger to make him cum.
"Gosh Dewy...you sure have a hair trigger," I admonished.
"I sure do...but give it a rest for about 20 minutes and I can go again," he said.
We dried off and turned out the lights...having turned back the top blanket on the bed...lay on top, resting for a few minutes. I lay on my back and Dewy moved over top of me and let his weight down on me...lightly. He felt good. I rubbed his back and his butt as far as I could reach. He finally pulled up to his hands and knees and after kissing me on the lips...started working his way down. He tongued my nipples then down to my groin hair...and finally lay between my legs. He ran his tongue all over my shaft and balls...then with all his strength, pushed my legs into the air and bent them back towards my chest...and took the tip of his tongue and place it on my sphincter. A thousand nerve endings began to twitch. My dick got instantly hard. He went around and around the outer corona of my sphincter and at one point..pushed in with his tongue. Some pre-cum oozed out of the end of my dick and he licked it off.
"Hmmm salty," he said, "tastes good."
He continued to lick the outer tissue around my dick before putting his mouth over the whole shaft and sliding down on it. I pushed against the back of his throat. Again he pushed down on it...and again I lunged against his mouth. He stuck his finger into his mouth and pulling it out with plenty of saliva...stuck it into my ass and pushed it deep. When his finger stroked my prostate, I arched my back in bliss. Up and down on it he went...building excitement and erotic sensations. The more he massaged my prostate...the harder my dick got. It did not take much to cause me to explode in his mouth. To my great surprise...he swallowed every trace of the semen. For sixteen...Dewy knew a lot about pleasuring another man. He gently cleaned me up and crawled into bed next to me.
I reached over and kissed him. He kissed me back with every bit of tenderness.
"I love you Ben...I love you." Dewy said.
"I love you too bud," I replied back.
"I want to stay here with you...in Illinois. I don't want to go back to Montana. I want to stay here with you," he whispered.
This was not a new revelation. I had anticipated it.
"Dewy...I love having you here with me and I love how we feel when we are together...but your place is in Montana for a few more years. You are not yet eighteen...and my sexual involvement with you is actually rather against the law. You need to return to Montana until you are a legal adult," I answered back to him.
He was quiet for a few minutes...and then said, "I know you are right. And I will go home next week...but none of that changes how I feel about you."
I kissed him on the lips again and when he rolled over on his side, I pulled him close to me and held him next to my body.
In the middle of the night, I got up to pee. When I returned to bed, Dewy put his arm over my waste...and whispered in my ear. "I am rested and I want more."
I laughed and got up on my hands and knees and rolled him over on his stomach. I set across the tops of his legs and massaged his back...working my way down to his lumbar. He obviously was enjoying it. I reached to the side table drawer and took out some lotion and applied it to his back and started the routine again. Once again when I massaged his lumbar...he felt like melted putty in my hands. Moving down to his gluts...I massaged them in every direction.
"Raise up a minute Dewy," I said and slipped a towel under his mid section. As he settled again, I put lotion in the crack of his ass and ran my
finger up and down the crack of his ass. He arched his back every time I crossed his sphincter. Some of the lotion ran down onto his scrotum and I massaged each testicle in my hand. He could not stay lying down any longer and rose up to his hands and knees with his hips spread wide. I added more lotion to the palm of my hand and again rubbed it into the exterior of the scrotum and upward to his cock...sliding out and then back, out and then back. He was getting so stimulated that I thought he would drop his load right then...but he clamped down with all his inner force and stopped the urge to shoot. Once again with my finger lubed...I pushed through the sphincter opening and found his prostate. It was huge. I slowly massaged it making little circles with my finger all over the back side of it. With each circle of massage, he started secreting pre-cum in copious amounts. As I paused to wipe it away or to massage it into the head of his dick...he once again got extremely excited. As I massaged the prostate again with little circular motions all over it...and with the other hand...stroked his dick with the lotion...I felt him tighten up as his breathing increased. He tried to clamp down within to slow or stop the orgasm from coming too soon...but come it did and he shook in violent spasms as his ejaculation started. I pressed hard on his prostate which forced more of the semen and cooper fluid into his urethra...and in a muffled scream he ejaculated a huge load of cum into the towel beneath him.
When the cum drainage subsided...we listen for voices in the hall in case anyone had heard the commotion...but all was quiet out there. I pulled the soiled towel from underneath him and replaced it with a dry one. Dewy was still on his hands and knees and I urged him to stay on his knees but to straighten his upper body to perpendicular to the bed. When he had done so...I lubricated my own shaft and gently guided him backwards until he was aligned with it...my dick to his ass hole...and then told him to relax and slide down on it. I was amazed at how easily he did so. Now with him leaning back as far as he could go...and my dick inside of him as deep as it would go...I eased partially out and thrust in again. Dewy moaned slightly.
"Ben...that feels so damn good. Pull out a bit and thrust into me again."
I did so, and again he moaned in delight. "Again," he said. "Again."
I pulled out as far as I could with out coming out and applied a heavier lube and pushed in again. Dewy leaned forward with both hands on the mattress for support and asked me to push harder. I was slapping his ass so hard that my balls were getting sore.
"Harder and faster, Ben," he barked at me. "Keep going...I am going to cum again with out your touching my dick."
It was true. The pressure of my dick head against his prostate was causing the beginning of another orgasm...and it turned out to be more intense than the other. Dewy raised up and leaned back against my chest as I continued to hump him. I knew he was going to scream this time...so I put my hand over his mouth and held it tight with my other arm around his chest...still thrusting away. His orgasm came on with great intensity. I thought he was going to bite me as I held my hand tighter over his mouth. He jerked forward and then thrust back hard against me. As he was shooting semen all over the fresh towel...I was unloading my own load of cum into his ass. As my own orgasm was growing in intensity...I thrust harder into him. We were both shaking when it ended and my energy was gone. He lay next to me...a towel full of his cum and his ass full of mine.
"I'm going to have to lay here a bit, Ben. You really took it out of me this time," he whispered.
Completely drained and satisfied...I went to sleep quickly. Dewy was laying close to me when I woke up at 3:00 AM to take a piss. Dewy followed me to the loo and sat for some drainage. As we crawled back into bed...he said, " I am ready to go again...how about you?"
"Sorry bud, but I have to have some sleep, before I can go again."
He laughed, but said no more...just crawled in next to me...kissed me on the cheek and both of us went back to sleep.
The sun came up around 7:00 AM the next morning...Friday. I was lying on my right side facing away from Dewy. I could feel him scooting closer to me. If he scooted me any closer to the edge of the bed, I would fall off. I felt him feeling my balls and then my cock. It was not wanting to rise after all the attention last night. Then I felt something slick and slimy being rubbed over my sphincter...and then some penetration. He is going to put his finger in there...I thought...but all too quickly realized that he was inserting something much bigger and longer. In and out it went. Six jabs, seven, eight, nine and then a hard thrust...and something wet and very warm begin to swab the inside of my colon. Dewy had just ejaculated into me...and it caused no pain what so ever. I laughed and thrust back against him. "I love you Ben...I love you."
On Saturday, I told my parents that I was going to drop Dewy off at the train station and then go back to my apartment. If they suspected that I was taking him with me...they never let on. Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday passed in a flash...with our enjoying each other's bodies and companionship to the max. Late in the night on Tuesday...we lay in my bed and talked about all the things we would do when he was a legal adult and could come back to stay if he wanted. He did not consider that he might have difficulties in making that transition from Montana to Illinois in a few more years. We shared one last love making session and did all we could to make it as intense as possible before going to sleep together for the last night he would be with me.
Wednesday morning arrived too early as he dressed in preparation for his departure. I hugged him at home and told him that since we could not do so at the train depot because of other people hanging out there...I gave him a deep kiss on the lips. He responded in kind and then grabbed me and held me close.
"I've had a great time, Ben."
"Me too Dewy. Give me a quick call when you get home...and let me know that you arrived safely," I replied.
"I will," he said. Looking around and seeing no one watching...he shook my hand, kissed the side of my face, and with his left hand cupped my balls.
"I'm going to miss you, Ben."
"I'm going to miss you too, bud."
"Come to Montana next summer and stay with me a few weeks. Aunt Lou will approve...and I'd like to spend more time with you."
"Perhaps I could," I responded.
He smiled, boarded the train for the return trip. As the train pulled out of the station and headed for Chicago...we waved to each other until we were out of sight.
Walking to my car, I thought... "Perhaps I could go to Montana next summer."