Date: Mon, 22 Nov 2004 22:36:49 +0000
From: Rebel 101 <rebel777@hotmail.com>
Subject: Caught With Shadow - Chapter 2 (M/t, mast)

Caught with Shadow
By Rebel

Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between a
young male and an older male.  If material of this nature offends you, then
you should not read this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of
age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law.

This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living
or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.
Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way
intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions.

The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or
publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it
has been posted, without the consent of the author.

I received several very nice responses from readers, and they wiped away my
concerns and apprehensions about posting something that I write.  Thank you
all very much for the encouragement.  Positive comments are always welcome
and you may e-mail them to Rebel777@hotmail.com.

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Chapter 2 -- Coming to Grips with a `New Reality'

Blaine awoke the next morning with more questions than answers.  First and
foremost was the boy and his dog.  Who was he?  He obviously lived at the
house, but would he be out and about during the day?  Then the next question
was how could he approach him without scaring him or getting himself into
trouble?  Maybe he could just drive through the area and play it by ear.
Today was Thursday, and school was in session, so it would probably be safe
to drive by the house and see what he could see.

He got himself up, showered, and dressed casually for the day.  He was still
suffering a little from jet lag, so he decided to call in and take the rest
of the weekend off.  He dialed his office and waited.  It rang several
times, then he looked at the wall clock and chastised himself -- it was only
7am, and Debbie wouldn't be at the office yet.  It was just a small office
space he rented in a downtown office building, but he didn't need a lot of
room, since most of the work was either done at home on his laptop, or on
the customer's premises.  He and his three partners had formed the company a
few years ago, and since then their programming expertise had become quite
well known by several large companies and they were in demand worldwide.  He
poured himself a cup of the freshly brewed coffee, and went out on the deck
to greet the morning and think about all the changes that have come into his
life.  The bright spring weather in central California was just right for
relaxing by the pool.

He remembered back to when they had formed the company.  He was a young
programmer working for a large, uncaring company in Silicon Valley, but he
had made friends easily.  With the help and encouragement of Cindy, his ex,
he and his three friends decided that they could do better if they formed
their own company.  Cindy, a corporate lawyer with a large national firm,
set up the limited partnership and they were in business.  The new company
took up most of his time, and it became evident that he and Cindy were
drifting apart.  He wasn't sure if that was a bad thing or not.  He'd been
feeling restless for quite a while, and in view of what had happened the
night before, he now seemed to get some of the answers for his restlessness.
  Cindy got an offer to become a partner in her law firm, but it would
require that she move to the headquarters in Chicago.  They talked about it
and decided together that it would probably be best for both of them to just
call it quits.

Blaine found the newfound freedom quite disconcerting after so many years of
married life, so he buried himself in the new company.  Cindy was doing well
in Chicago, and he was grateful for that, but now he found he had a strange
attraction to the scene he had participated in last night.  He never thought
he might be gay, or even bi, but the young boy and his dog last night really
opened his eyes.  He idly reached down to his crotch and found that he was
hard again just remembering the event.  Why had he gotten so turned on?  Was
it the boy, or was it the dog... or both?  Why had he panicked when the boy
offered him the cum from his ass?  Was he disgusted with what had gone on?
No, he decided that he had really liked being involved, and wasn't disgusted
at all.  It was just all so new to him...

He had worked his cock up to a raging hard-on and unzipped his shorts to get
better access.  As soon as his cock popped out, he never wore underwear
except in dress clothes, he started stroking himself.  His cock oozed precum
and he remembered the boy last night.  He wiped the glob off his cockhead
with his finger and brought it to his mouth.  `Ummm,' he thought, `not bad,
not much taste at all.'  He stroked himself to a nice orgasm in just a few
strokes, and shot a good load onto his bare chest.  Some had slimed down his
fingers as the last of his cum drained from his wilting cock.  `Well, am I
gonna try it?' he thought to himself.  `What the hell,' and he brought his
fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, savoring the taste.  `Hmmm, not
too bad.  Kinda salty, but not anything like I had always thought it would
be.  It's kinda nutlike too -- actually kinda nice.'  He wiped up the puddles
and took them to his mouth too.

After Blaine regained his composure, he decided to just take a dip to clean
himself up.  He stood up, shucked his shorts down his tan legs as he lifted
his tank top over his head, and dove in the pool.  He wasn't worried about
anyone seeing him; there was a tall security fence completely around the
back yard, and shrubs were even taller in most places.  He swam a couple of
laps at full speed, then slowed down and just breezed along for another two
laps.  The brief exercise roused his spirit and he climbed from the pool
with newfound purpose.  He dried himself and walked back into the kitchen to
fix himself some breakfast.


"Hi Debbie, it's Blaine.  Anything going on that I should know about?"
"Boy, you're bright and early this morning, but you sure sound a lot better
than yesterday," she chuckled.
"Well, yeah, the jet lag was a bear, but I had a good night and feel much
better."
"That's good to hear.  How did the Germany trip go?"
"It was a good trip, and I think Telefunken will become a good client.  They
have several security problems over there, not the least of which is the
corporate in-fighting, and I think some insider sabotage has taken place.
They're gonna need someone to sort it out, and I don't think they can do it
from within the company.  We'll have to wait and see, but I think that I
made a good impression when I uncovered some of the backdoors that were in
their software.  How's Pete doing with that company in Denver?"

"He called in earlier and left a message saying that he'll be finishing up
today or tomorrow and then fly home."

"Anything else going on?"

"Not a thing Blaine, it's almost too quiet."

"Well, I'm still kinda hung over from the jet lag and I'm gonna take the
weekend to get my head straightened out.  If you need me, just page me.
I'll be out and about trying to get caught up on chores around here -- like
filling an empty fridge.  I'll be back in the office on Monday morning, and
see you then."

"Ok Blaine, have a good weekend.  Bye"

"Bye Debbie," and he hung up the phone.

Now that that was taken care of, he could concentrate on his `new life', as
he was beginning to think of it.  `First things first,' he thought, `I'd
better head to the store, and while I'm out, I can drive through the
neighborhood and see where I was last night.'

He grabbed his keys and headed to the garage.  As he entered, he was struck
by the same feeling he always got when he looked at the cars.  `I've been
real fortunate in my life,' he thought as he scanned the garage.  His eyes
fell on the vintage '66 Silver Corvette Stingray Coupe parked on the far
side.  It had been an extravagance that he wanted after he sold his first
big security program.  Cindy kinda chuckled when he told her what he wanted
to do with the windfall and made him promise that if he got to buy the
Corvette, then he had to buy her the car she wanted.  He readily agreed, but
then got worried; what car did she have in mind?

He needn't have worried.  Cindy said she had her eye on one of the brand new
Thunderbird convertibles that the company had just started to make again in
the 2-seater version.  Blaine went with her and Cindy decided on a bright
red one with a red leather interior.  It really was a fun car to drive, and
Cindy had added the special wheels, and an awesome sound system.  She was
heartbroken when she left because she decided that Chicago winters were not
the best thing for "her little baby."  Then she found that part of the
partnership offer was the inclusion of a company car; not just any car, but
a new Mercedes 500SEL.  She felt a lot better about leaving "her car" with
Blaine.

He slid into the seat of the T-bird, opened the garage door, and headed out
on his errands.


After taking his suits to the dry cleaners, stopping by to pick up his held
mail and restart the daily paper, he went to the supermarket to replenish
his dwindling supplies.  He pulled into the lot, and since it was early on a
weekday, he was able to park in the front row next to the building.  He got
out and started to lock the car, but then chuckled to himself when he
realized that the factory hardtop was off, and it wouldn't do a lot of good
to lock the doors.  As he went inside, he saw several people looking at the
car through the windows and was approached by a cute redheaded boxboy that
he had seen before on his trips to the store.

"That's a beautiful car you're driving mister.  Is it a new one?" he asked.
Blaine hadn't paid a lot of attention to him in the past, but now took a new
look at him though his `new awareness'.

"Well, it's last year's model, the first year they made the new 2-seaters."
They walked to the row of carts and Blaine noticed that he was about 15 or
16, stood about his height at six feet, and had a reasonable build; not
skinny, but not muscled out either.  He looked like he might be on a swim
team or something.  "My name's Blaine, by the way."

"Sorry, I forgot my manners.  I'm Jerry," he blushed as he took my hand in a
firm handshake.

"You've been here quite a while haven't you?  I think I've seen you here
before when I've come in," Blaine told him as he got a cart and started down
the aisle.

"Yeah, I've been working here two years now, ever since I turned 14 and got
old enough to get hired," he responded.

"But don't you have school?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah, I go to school until noon, and then I'm on a work-study program, so I
get released early to come to work.  It's a pretty good place to work, and
the people are nice.  I'm saving for college in a couple of years.  I'd
better get back to that work now though.  See ya," he said as he walked
away.  Blaine wished he didn't have an apron on, he couldn't see his
package, but he had a real cute little butt in his low-hanging chinos.

`Damn,' Blaine thought, `I really must like this young stuff.'  This was
quite a shock; he had never thought much about it before, but then a lot of
memories from growing up came flooding back.  He remembered the gym classes
and the showers in junior high and high school in his small town in Idaho
where he had grown up.  There were several times that he had caught himself
watching the other guys, and sometimes started to get hard.  He also
remembered the rumors and the talk about `queers' that had ran rampant
through the school, and he knew he couldn't be "that way", so he just put it
to the back of his mind and went on with the business of growing up.

Blaine went through the aisles and filled the cart to overflowing.  When he
approached the checkstand, he saw that Jerry was bagging groceries, so he
went to the line where he was working.  As he was putting his things on the
conveyor, Jerry looked up and smiled, then he helped the little old lady in
front of Blaine out to the parking lot, and another boy came and started to
bag groceries.  Blaine felt disappointed but then thought, `Oh well, another
time.'  As he was paying the bill, Jerry came back and told the other kid
that he'd take the groceries out for Blaine.  The other kid just shrugged,
and walked over to another checkstand.  Jerry put Blaine's bags on his take
out cart, grinning from ear to ear.  As they walked out together, Jerry
leaned over and whispered, "I really wanted to get a closer look at your
car.  I hope you don't mind."

"Heck no, I don't mind.  I'm always glad to show off.  In fact, you'd
probably like my other car too," Blaine responded

"Oh, what kind is that?"

"A 1966 Corvette Coupe," Blaine said grinning himself.

Jerry's eyes got real big, and he said, "An old `Vette?  Wow, I'd love to
see it sometime."

"Well Jerry, when do you have some time off?  Maybe I could come by and give
you a ride."

"That'd be great!  I have to work Saturday, but I have Sunday off."

"Well, let's make it Sunday then.  You'd be welcome to stop by my place and
go for a swim if you'd like too, you're welcome to spend the afternoon."

"Damn, that'd be great!  Sure, I'd love too.  Do you want the groceries in
the trunk?"

At his question, I looked up and saw that we were at the car.  "Sure, let me
get the trunk unlocked," opened the driver's door, and popped the latch.
Then I was able to watch Jerry's nice butt swivel back and forth, as he
transferred the groceries to his car.  It's a small trunk and he had to
rearrange things a few times to get it all to fit.  I didn't mind a bit, I
just enjoyed the view.  Jerry closed the trunk lid and turned around,
catching me staring at his ass.  I got flustered, and said, "Let me give you
my number; you can call when you're ready."

"Okay, I've got something you can write it on," Jerry said when he saw me
looking around for some paper.  He undid his apron and slid it aside,
revealing a nice pouch.  He reached in his front pocket and pulled out a
small notebook.  Turning to a new page, he said, "Here, write down what you
want me to know."

As I was looking down writing my name and phone number, I saw Jerry reach
back into his pocket, and it looked like his dick had grown in his pants.  I
decided to add my address so I could keep my head looking down.  I could
swear that it looked like a full-blown hard-on in Jerry's chinos by the time
I finished and looked up.

Jerry took the book and read what I wrote.  I stole another look at his
jeans and I was sure the kid was hard.  "This is great Blaine; I'll give you
a call about noon or so.  Would that be alright?"

"Sure, I'll be looking forward to it," I said as I extended my hand to him.
Jerry had retied his apron and shook my hand.  He held it a little longer
than necessary, but I was delighted with the development, and watched with
interest as the boy walked away and entered the store.  I did notice that as
he turned the corner heading in the door, his hand slid to his crotch and he
adjusted himself.


I got into the car and left the lot, looking forward to Sunday.  As I
approached the subdivision, I decided to take a drive through the
neighborhood.  I drove past my place and followed the route I had taken
coming home last night.  I found the house without difficulty, and noticed
that the alcove I had entered last night was a place where the fence jogged
back to accommodate the garbage cans for pick up.  I then saw the missing
boards and the place where I'd entered.  My cock gave a twitch in my shorts
at the memory.  It didn't look like anyone was around, but that wasn't
unusual, it was early afternoon.  I didn't see or hear the dog, but then
again, with no one around, there was no reason for him to be barking or
playing in the yard.  I eased up to the corner and was pleasantly surprised
to find that a park was across the street.  As I said, I didn't know much
about the layout of my own subdivision.  `Well, I've got groceries to put
away.  I'll come back later and see what happens,' I thought, put the car
into first, and headed back home.

As I was putting the vegetables and the frozen pizzas in the freezer, an
idea started forming.  As I went through putting away the milk and the other
food items in the shelves, I decided on a plan of action.  I was sure the
kids, if any, would probably be at the park after school, and since the
Corvette always turned heads, I'd take it down to the park and under the
shade of the trees, I'd wax the car.  That would give me an excuse to be
there, and maybe I'd see the boy from last night again.  The more I thought
about it, the more I decided that that was the way to go.  I looked at the
clock and saw that it was only a little after 2, and I figured that I'd be
better off waiting until about 4 to head to the park, so I headed to the den
and fired up my computer to catch up on email.

After answering several emails and catching up on business, I went to a
Google search and looked up adult sites.  The first hit had over 10 million
hits, so I decided that maybe I'd better narrow the field.  I then put in
male/male teen sites.  That brought up a more reasonable number and I
clicked on one that looked promising.  It had several pics of guys together,
but I didn't seem to get too interested.  I went to a links section, and saw
a title that said, "Boys for Rent," so I clicked on it.  The homepage window
that came up just blew me away.

It showed two boys about twenty or so, and they were entwined in a kiss that
showed they were exchanging tongues.  I scrolled down a little, and saw that
there were more pictures of the duo that showed everything they had.  They
really were quite good-looking, and I was starting to get hard.  Then I got
to the bottom and saw that it was a `pay site' and wanted me to join.  I'd
heard about these before of course, being in the line of work I was, but I'd
never been to one.  I decided that I'd think about it, added it to my
favorites file, and then closed down the browser.  I sat back and thought
about all the changes I was seeing in my life, and then smiled to myself and
found that I actually liked this new aspect of my life.

I saw that the time was getting on to 4, so I headed to the garage to get
the car waxing stuff together.  As I walked around the `Vette, I was again
struck by the timeless lines of the car and the look of the whole package.
I got the waxing cloths out of the locker along with the paste wax, put
everything in the car, and then headed up toward the school.

As I found a shady spot across the street from the boy's house, I noticed
that there were several smaller kids playing in the park, but there didn't
seem to be many teens.  `Oh well,' I thought, `I did come to wax the car,' I
chuckled.  I got out of the car, got the stuff out, and started laying down
a good coat of paste wax on the hood.  It was actually fun and relaxing for
me, so I really got into it and didn't notice the time.  I was working on
the final rear fender when I heard some boys chattering, walking up behind
me on the street.

"Wow, that's a great car mister.  What year is it?"

I turned around and was face to face with my mystery boy from the night
before.  We both did kind of a double take, then I stammered out, "It's..
it's a 1966 Corvette Coupe."  I then saw that there were five or six other
guys there too, all ooohhing and aawwwing at the car.  One of them had a
basketball in his hand so I asked, "You guys headed to the courts for a
little b-ball?"  Then I blushed at the obvious understatement.  "Well, duh..."
and all the boys laughed.

They were all dressed in nothing more than nylon type shorts like the boys
favored, that were way too long and came down almost to their knees, and a
couple were bare-chested while the others had tank tops or sleeveless
t-shirts on.  They were all sporting the latest fad in footwear, but all
without socks, I noticed.  All things considered, they did look pretty hot
leaning over the car, and poking their heads inside.

After a few more questions and a lot of drooling by the boys over the car,
under the hood, and inside, one of boys asked, "Why are you here waxing the
car?"

I was a little taken back by the directness, but responded quickly with,
"Because it's a gorgeous day, the driveway is too hot in the direct sun, and
I have never been to the park before in all the time I've lived here."  As I
spoke, I saw a smirk come across my boy's face, but soon disappeared when he
looked up at me and saw me looking at him.  Then as we looked at each other,
he slowly smiled at me, and seemed to visibly relax.  "By the way, my name's
Blaine," I said as I looked expectantly to the boys.  They went around the
circle, each giving me their name, and I learned that my boy's name was
Dillon.

After some more small talk, the boys moved off toward the courts in the
park.  When they were about 20 feet away, I saw Dillon say something to one
of the others, turn, and run back to my car.  I stood back up as he
approached.  He leaned on the top on the passenger side and said, "Blaine, I
really enjoyed last night.  I just didn't know why you ran off."

I blushed a little and hesitatingly answered, "Because it was really a hot
time, but I'd never done anything like that before, and I got scared."

His eyes opened wide and he said, "Of me?"

"No, I was more scared about my reaction to it.  I didn't know how to handle
it, so I ran."  As he was standing there looking at me, I got the distinct
impression that he was sizing me up.  I made my own decision and said, "I
really would like to talk to you alone some time about all that.  I'm
feeling a lot of things that I don't know anything about."

Dillon grinned then and seemed to relax more.  "I usually walk the dog in
the evening.  We could stop by tonight and we could talk some -- or maybe
more," he leered at me.  I didn't know what to say.  This boy seemed to know
everything that was going on inside my head, but I felt relaxed and at ease
with him.  "Why don't you give me your address, and we could stop by on our
walk, say about 7 or 8?"

I gave him my address and he said he'd be by later, then turned, and jogged
after his friends.  I watched after him and the gang of boys as they started
playing on the court.  I shook myself out of my staring, cleaned up the rest
of my mess, got back into the `Vette, and drove home to wait for my
"appointment."

To Be Continued...