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Waiting for Love: Chapter 18
When Tim got home, he ran into his dad in the kitchen. "Hi, Dad." Tim said with a smile and moved to tap his dad affectionately on the shoulder. Jack shrugged of the tap, grunted, and walked down the hall to the library leaving Tim standing alone wandering what he did wrong. Jack was a real bear all week.
Some time after 10:00AM, Wednesday morning, Dave's secretary forwards a call to his office. "Hello."
"Hi Dave."
"Hi, Beth. This is a nice surprise. You never call me here."
"Dave, I have a favor to ask. Would you get Jack out of my hair this weekend? He's driving me crazy. He's already tried to bite my head of, twice!"
"You mean, like, the cabin?"
"Yes! Can you do it?"
"Well, I'll call him and see if he wants to go. If he agrees, color us gone."
"Thanks. He'll go, I've already told him I think he needs to get out of the house for a while. Talk to you later."
"Bye." Dave hung up the phone in amazement. It just seemed kind of surreal to hear a man's wife call and ask him to take her husband for the weekend to fuck his brains out. OK, so he was a willing martyr. Tim had called Sunday evening to thank him for his 'lessons'. He wanted to know if he might get any 'refresher training' some time and Dave reminded him they had agreed he had graduated magna 'cum' laude and there would be no post graduate studies. Tim needed to leave the nest, so to speak.
Saturday morning, Tim sat waiting in his car. 'There he goes.' he thought as he watched Dave back out of his garage and drive off down the street. He started the engine, waited a few minutes, and then pulled away from the curb. He was doing a good job of keeping Dave's car in sight. Driving east on the freeway, Tim finally figured out that Dave must be headed for the cabin so he didn't need to stay so close and risk being seen. That was when he noticed his low fuel light shining brightly on the instrument panel. "Shit!" he said out loud. Up ahead was an Ontario exit and he could see a gas station right near the exit ramp so he exited. He pulled into the station, stopped at the first pump and got out of the car to start pumping gas.
"Excuse me, Sir!" a voice called from the nearby office/food mart. Tim looked up to see a young man walking toward him. "Sir, that is a full service pump. Self-service is one lane over. You can pull over there or I can service you here." 'What a strange way to say that. Maybe we can work something out?' Tim thought watching the kid approach. The 'kid' was probably Tim's age, 5' 10", slender or maybe skinny, short dark curly hair, prominent dark eyebrows, large ears that stuck out from his head, and Tim noticed an obvious trouser snake wiggling down the kid's inseam as he walked. 'This kid is cute! And he's also hung!' Tim thought.
"Thanks for telling me. I'd like you to service me here, please." Tim replied. He definitely intended the double-entendre and hoped the kid picked up on it. He watched as the kid opened the gas tank, placed the nozzle inside and started the gas flowing. When the tank was full, the kid walked around the car and checked the fluids under the hood. Then he washed the windows. Tim watched and salivated when the kid leaned over the fender to wash the window and his package pressed firmly against the car. His pants were loose fitting because of a lack of body mass and the seam along the back nestled loosely in the crack of his ass. Tim was getting a charge out of this. Even more interesting, the longer Tim looked at the kid the more he felt connected to him. That feeling just kept getting stronger and something was tugging at his heart. Finally he spoke.
"Excuse me. Do we know each other? You look familiar but I can't place the face."
"Well, Tim, I know who you are, I see your picture in the sports section of the paper quite a lot. We used to know each other until you moved away." Tim stood concentrating for a moment.
"Mikey?" and his heart skipped a beat. The hair stood out on the back of his neck as a tingle ran down his spine. "Are you Mikey!" He could hardly believe it. Now he could see it. The ears, the hair, the eyebrows, the smile. Yes this was Mikey. But where on earth did that trouser snake come from? He sure didn't remember that.
"Yes. Hi Tim." Mike said with a big smile in a quiet, rather subdued, almost submissive voice. Tim couldn't stand it. He walked over and threw his arms around his old friend and held on for dear life.
"Oh, Mike, I've missed you so much." Tim said into Mike's ear, then he did something that seemed to startle both of them; he kissed Mike on the cheek. Mike pushed away and looked around blushing to see if anybody had been looking.
"Please, Tim, not in public."
"Oh yeah, I'm sorry. Tell me, are you working here? Where do you live now? Where do you go to school? What are you going to do this summer?"
Mike held up his the palm of his hand as a stop signal. "Hold on Tim. One question at a time, please." He said with the most friendly smile across his face. Tim's heart melted. He had to find out everything. "This is my uncle's business and I'm helping him out. I can't really talk right now, I'm busy."
"Yeah, I completely forgot. I'm on my way to take care of some business of my own. Can we get together soon and catch up on things? I want to know all about you. Give me your phone number." They exchanged phone numbers when Tim went into the office to pay for the gas with a credit card. Mike was impressed that Tim had a credit card, he wasn't so lucky of so wealthy. They said their good byes and Tim got back on the freeway.
The rest of the drive to the cabin was uneventful. Sure enough, Dave's car was there when he pulled up. But, there was another car, his dad's. 'That's interesting!' He thought. He got out of the car and climbed the steps to the cabin. As he reached for the screen door and looked in, he could hear strange sounds. He entered the cabin and followed the sounds toward the bedroom door. Before he got to the door it hit him; those are the sounds of love. He approached the door cautiously. When he peeked through the opening created at the hinge between the doorframe and the door, he gasped. His heart seemed to stop. There was his Uncle Dave on his back moaning and groaning. His own father was on top of his uncle driving the most enormous cock he had ever seen deep into his uncle's body, time and time again.
"Almost there!" his uncle groaned.
"Me too!" his father grunted as he applied another thrust to Dave's willing body.
"NOW!" his uncle shouted. His dad bent over like he was trying to get his uncles cock in his mouth but not quite succeeding. Tim watched as the first blast of his uncle's cum fired from his cock, directly into his father's mouth. That was followed by a second blast. Before a third shot could be fired, his father arched his back and rammed his body against his uncle making strange sound with his mouth closed. After the mutual orgasm subsided, Tim watched as his dad hovered over his uncle's body. As Dave opened his mouth a thin stream of liquid flowed from his father's mouth down into Dave's. Then they kissed. Tim could see what he knew was Dave's cum become part of kisses. He's seen enough. More than enough! As quietly as possible, he turned and was out the door, off the porch, into his car and driving down the mountain. He could barely see through all the tears in his eyes.
When he reached the bottom of the mountain he pulled off onto a side street and parked at the curb. He folded his arms over the steering wheel, lowered his forehead to his folded arms and cried. It was a bawling no holds barred emotional cry. His heart was broken. Then anger reared its ugly head. How could he? Dad knows everything! Uncle Dave told him everything they did. Dad is Uncle Dave's lover. That is why Dad was so pissed this past week.' Tim began pounding on the steering wheel. When finally he could cry no longer, when his tear ducts were empty, When the anger was gone, he sat back in the seat and pondered. What do I do?' and he started to cry again. That's when he became aware that he had filled his shorts with cum. "Damn it!" exclaimed. "I gotta get cleaned up."
"Feel better?" Dave asked.
"Yeah, much." Jack responded. "I guess I needed an attitude adjustment."
"I'll say!" The two men lay quietly, Jack's semi-erect love stick still deeply imbedded in his lover. "It bothered me more than I ever thought possible. I'll never be able to share you, I don't care who it's with. I now know how much I really love you."
"I'm with you, Babe." Dave wasn't going to rub in the fact that the whole idea was Jack's.
"How much did he see?" Jack asked.
"Plenty! It's a good thing I saw his car around the corner when I left the house. I don't know where he went but somewhere on the freeway I noticed he wasn't there any more. At least he got here in time for the big show. By glancing in the mirror I could see him looking through opening between the door and doorframe. He was still there when our rockets shot off and when I could see again he was gone."
"I hope we did the right thing."
"We'll probably know soon enough."
"By the way, how is he?"
"Jack! Are you asking me to tell? You want me to compare performance?" Dave looked in Jack's eyes and they smiled. "No one fills me like you do, in my heart or my ass. I will say this for him, he sure reloads fast, not like his old man."
"Oh! Is that right?" Jack quipped with raised eyebrows. That was a challenge. Dave could feel Jack growing inside him.
Tim got back on the freeway headed west. When he approached the Ontario exit, "Mikey!" he exclaimed. He managed to get in the right lane in time to make the exit. When he drove into the station, Mike was walking around the side of the building toward a couple of cars parked there. Mike recognized Tim's car, stopped and waited for him to drive up.
"You're back awfully quick, what's up?" Mike said as he bent over and almost stuck his head through the window. Instantly he recognized the smell of cum but he didn't pull back, he just inhaled deeper.
"Can I use your restroom?"
"Sure! But I'm just getting off work, why don't you follow me to my place. You can take a shower." `Oh, shit! I said too much. I'm not supposed to know." And Mike grimaced to himself.
"Thanks, that will be great." Tim accepted. 'He knows. He can smell my cum. Damn it!'
"Just follow me, I'm driving that old Toyota." Tim followed Mike. They walked into a studio apartment in a rather rundown apartment building. "There's the bathroom; I'll get you a towel." Tim went into the bathroom and stripped. Fortunately, his cum was contained by his boxer briefs and had not soaked into his pants. The door opened and Mike handed him a clean towel. Tim noticed that when Mike handed him the towel he took the opportunity to check out his equipment. 'It's probably my imagination. I'm just too horny.' After showering, Tim wrapped the towel around his hips and walked out of the bathroom. Mike was also wearing only a towel, obviously headed for the shower.
"I need to wash off all the grease and dirt form work. I'll be out in a few minutes. There are some videos by the TV, make yourself at home." Tim couldn't help notice the long bulge down the front of the towel.
"Thanks, I'll do that." Tim began looking through the videos when he found one that interested him. "Great! 'Star Wars.' What a classic." He popped open the case, inserted the video into the VCR and turned on the TV. The credits didn't seem right. Then, there it was. The title. 'Inch By Inch.' "OH MY GOD!" Tim exclaimed quietly. He stopped the tape, put it back in the case and turned of the TV. He sat down on the only piece of furniture, a sofa. He guessed it pulled out into a bed. Looking around, it didn't seem like Mike was too well off financially. Just then, the bathroom door opened and out walked Mike wearing only the towel. He went to the fridge, got two beers and tossed one at Tim.
"Is now a good time to sit down and catch up on things?" Mike asked.
"Sure." They sat on the sofa facing each other. Mike suggested Tim go first so Tim gave him a blow by blow account of his life, including his brother. During the telling, Mike placed his right knee on the sofa with his foot bent back toward his left leg. This lifted the towel just enough so that Tim had an unobstructed view of Mike's ample equipment. Tim turned to square himself on the sofa and crossed his legs to hide his growing erection.
Mike's life took a much less glamorous trail then Tim's privileged path. About a year after Tim and his family moved away, Mike's father was killed in a multi-car pile-up on the freeway. Mike was devastated. About a year later, his mother remarried. He didn't get along well with his step dad and a few months ago Mike's step dad beat him up and kicked him out. Mike's mother was secretly helping him with rent and food money combined with what he earned at his uncle's gas station.
Every minute Tim sat listening to Mike talk, he focused more on his eyes and less on his crouch. 'Oh, how I've missed you my friend. Hearing you talk, hearing your voice, is like we were never apart.' Tim thought as Mike continued.
"Why did he do that, beat you up and kick you out?" Tim asked. It was an innocent question.
"He found a magazine under my bed he didn't like."
"What was it?"
"You ever hear of 'The Advocate'?"
"No, what kind of magazine is it?"
"It's a magazine for gays." Mike paused. He continued looking deep into Tim's eyes. He took the last sip of beer from the can. "I'm gay, Tim." He said as calmly as if he has said he was 5' 10". If he was waiting for a reaction from Tim he didn't get one.
"So?" Tim responded with an expressionless face. They continued to look at each other. 'I'm not alone in this world. My long lost friend had been struggling like me. I'll wait a few minutes to see how he deals with my reaction.'
"Is that it? No hate, no anger, no revulsion? You're not running for the door to get out of my room?" A grin began to creep across Tim's face.
"So am I." He whispered as he leaned toward Mike. That is not the reaction Mike expected. He was prepared for anger, rejection, hate, certainly not a confession. Tim got carried away and decided now was the time. He slid across the sofa, hugged Mike and kissed him on the lips. It took Mike by complete surprise. He seemed in shock. It took a few moments for him to warm to the kiss. Finally Mike's arms held Tim and he returned the kiss. After a few moments Mike pushed Tim away.
"Tim, I'm gay but I've never had sex with anyone!" Mike blurted out.
"Oh! I'm sorry. I guess I assumed too much too quickly. Confession: until last weekend I was completely inexperienced. I haven't learned how to handle this new me yet. I apologize."
"Oh, don't apologize, I thought it was nice. I just don't know what to do. I'm ready to try it again if you want to." Tim leaned forward and Mike met him half way. Only their lips touched. Then Tim placed his right hand on Mike's chest and caressed it. Mike returned the favor. Tim's left hand found it's way behind Mike's neck and before long they were grinding their open mouths together, their tongues battling. Without breaking the kiss, Tim guided them to lie down on the sofa, skin touching skin except where the towels covered their bodies. Tim could feel Mike's very large erection through two towels. He was also urgently hard and leaking precum. Mike again broke the kiss.
"Whew!" Mike exclaimed as he pushed himself up with his left arm. Tim was on the outside, somewhat pinning Mike against the back of the sofa. "Tim? Can we slow down a bit?" Mike said trying to catch his breath. "I'm afraid we may be going somewhere I'm not sure I'm ready to go."
"Sure, Mike. You're right." Tim agreed as he sat completely up, freeing Mike from the back of the sofa. 'Mike's right, Dumbass. I'm out of control. I'm trying to take advantage of him. If I don't slow down I just might drive him away. Wait, be patient. That's what Uncle Dave said. Mike is definitely worth waiting for. Slow down. Let him find out if I'm what he wants.' Tim quickly regained control of himself. His erection even went down.
"Can we get to know each other again before we go too far here?" Mike asked. Tim noticed how open ended that question was. It had a future to it.
"I think we should get dressed again. We might feel more comfortable with clothes on." Mike agreed. Mike offered Tim a pair of his boxers.
"Care to tell me how you managed to fill your shorts?"
"I wasn't sure you noticed."
"I smelled it when I stuck my head in the window of your car. I do know what it smells like. And I apologize for being so blunt about you needing a shower."
Tim chuckled. "You guessed right. Do you know what it tastes like?" Tim asked with a smile.
"Sure! Doesn't every growing, horny teenage boy?"
They sat down on two rickety chairs at the cheep dinette in the tiny kitchen area and began to get to know each other in a more personal scale. Given the chance, it didn't take long for the friendship of old to rekindle. Mike's heart began to open and he realized how much he had missed and now needed his friend.
"Tim, any chance you could stay the night?"
"Only one way to find out. Let me make a phone call just to check." The answering machine picked up. He knew his mother was visiting her sister and he knew where his dad was. Jim was at college. That meant no one would be home tonight. Just to cover his ass he left a message that he was staying with a friend and gave Mike's phone number. He said he'd be home by 4:00 PM Sunday.
There was no food in the apartment so Tim offered to spring for dinner if Mike drove. Mike accepted. They found a nice family restaurant nearby that wasn't too expensive. Tim knew he could afford more but decided not to embarrass Mike. Upon returning to the apartment, Mike closed and locked the door then placed his arms around Tim and hugged him tight. That was the extent of it. Tim got around to explaining his experience the previous weekend without divulging any of the specifics, only that he had his first gay sex with a close friend. Then he explained how earlier that morning he had walked in on that friend getting it on with another guy. He never identified anyone by name. Later, Mike said he needed to get some rest, it had been a long, hard day. They opened the sofa and got ready for bed. Mike let Tim share his toothbrush. Tim was sure that was a good sign. After they crawled into bed, Tim rolled onto his side toward Mike who was already on his side looking at him.
"Tim, Buddy, I've missed you so much too. I can't tell you how good I feel just having you here." Mike moved close to Tim and kissed him softly on the lips. Tim returned the kiss. Then, to Tim's surprise, Mike rolled over and spooned back into to him. Tim draped his arm over Mike's body and gently stroked his chest.
"Good night, Mike."
"Good night, Tim."