Date: Fri, 22 Jan 2016 15:20:06 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Outing for Brian, Chapter 21

Outing for Brian, Chapter 21

This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings,
beliefs, and in some cases, experience.  Come to think of it -- it might
not be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times
between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat.  If you
are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind of
story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here.  If not, - -
ENJOY!

 Cast of characters:

Brian Weber -- That's me!
Deena -- my wife (Deceased)
Ronny -- my son.
Gary Foosdorf -- My Sweetheart
Dmitri Polczek-- Neighbor
Ericka -- Dmitri's wife
Alexandra -- Dmitri's daughter
Muhammad Zarindast – Friend
Stan -- Muhammad's Afghan hound.
Mick Azerov – 26-year-old American Freedom Contender
Keyvan, 25 & Sohrab, 23 -- Persian wards.
Michele – Mo's wife and Keyvan & Sohrab's sister
Colin -- Gary's cousin
Jake -- Colin's husband
Uri -- Colin's and Jake's son
Ursula -- Colon's and Jake's daughter
Liv (Olivia) - Uri and Ursula's Mother
Chris -- Jakes Cousin
Craig -- Chris's partner
Seth -- Chris's brother
Luke -- Seth's partner
Ashtad – Mo's cousin
Emily – Ronny's wife
"Little" Brian – Ronny's son – MY grandson!


From chapter 20:

Ash and I shed our clothes. Everyone else was at Mo's, so we strode to the
spa in our own birthday suits.  I again felt that very familiar feeling –
like I was in junior high school again.  We showered and - I wasn't hard,
but it was respectably chubbed by the time I bent over to step into the
spa.

"Nice."  He said.

I was still facing the other way and felt my ears get hot.  "I like these
tubs that don't have all the sculptured seating.  They're seldom made for
anyone over 5'-7" tall."  I doubt he heard my relieved sigh.  He sat and I
reached partly over him to turn on the jets.  "Nice," he uttered again as
my stretched out meat hung by his shoulder.  He had sat down before I could
get a good look at his, and in the seated position, it was pulled way back
next to his body.

"You seem to know how to put a guy off-balance!"  I quipped, feeling
everything above my neck heat up.

"Sorry.  It's kind of a defensive mode I go into when some else is
... superior to me in `one way or the other'.  I probably don't have to
tell you what way I was referring to."

"How old are you, Ash, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Ah! Now you're trying to put ME off-balance!  I'll be 48 in 2 months."

"NO WAY!"  I exclaimed.

"Now who's patronizing?"  He said.

"No really, I had you pegged more like 35.  Tell me something else."

"What's that?  He said, giggling again.

"Do you find yourself feeling like you're in junior high school again - -
too?"

I swear the next thing he did was guffah like Goofy!  He turned red and
said, "DUH!"

Chapter 21

I sat down and we stared at each other for a moment to long – just like
teen-agers!  We both laughed.

"I - "

"When - " We said together.

We laughed, then said, together, "You first!"

After laughing again, I said, "House rules.  My house.  YOU go first!"

"Ha-ha!  Okay, ummmm – I really DID feel about 16, after referring to
your – your nice sized – well anyway, you got me on that!  Sorry, it
was a totally adolescent remark – coming from someone who feels totally
like an adolescent."  He looked about as red as a dark complexioned guy
could.  "Um - When Mo sent us away together – what do you think he had
in mind?" He screwed up his mouth funny.

"Umm – sounds like maybe you have idea what he was thinking." And made
the same face back at him and laughed again.  That laugh's growing on me!

"I think – he intended – for us to – um – get to know each
other."  I didn't say anything more so he continued, "Growing up in a
Persian family, I was pretty sheltered. Like you, I tried and dated girls –
lots of them.  But first, it never seemed right and secondly, I never
married or even got to third base with any of them.  My last was four years
ago.  Since then I have been, well, more than celibate!  I just stopped
going out."

I was listening closely, so he continued, "Mo was the one that usually
hooked me up.  Finally he asked me what was wrong.  Of course he's older,
but he's my closest cousin.  We are more like brothers than cousins."

"Did you play together –as kids?"  I asked

"Naw.  He grew up in Persia – near Tehran.  I didn't know him until he
came here 10 years ago.  But other than my parents, he knew no one when he
arrived here.  I was immediately fascinated.  He seemed to be so
mysterious!"

"I know – to me as well!"  I said.  Did you play with anyone else?"

"Of course, I had playmates.  I wasn't THAT sheltered."

"I meant – played – like – experimenting - doing thing – sexual
things – with your friends, growing up?"

"NEVER!"  He exclaimed.  "I would have died!  I mean – I kind of wanted
to, but - never happened."

"I did.  So how did you figure out you were gay?"

"SHH!"  He said, looking around, panicky. "Oh, I guess there's no one near
enough to - " Then he whispered, "It was Mo that started to draw me out –
got me thinking.  Could I be - - that way?"

"Hard to say, isn't it?"  I said, smirking.

"When I gave myself permission to think on it – deeply – I realized
that – it was always the guys – in junior high – in high school -
that intrigued me.  I dated girls because I liked them, because they liked
me and – because – I could."

"You mean because of your movie-star looks?"  He blushed and let another of
those slight giggles out.  "Yeah, you know!" I smirked.  "You could talk to
girls, because they didn't intimidate you like they did other guys.  I bet
you had lots of gal pals!"

"Uh huh." He said, but now seemingly in a trance as I spelled out his young
life to him.

"So, have you done ANYTHING with a guy?"

"Oh – well, yeah!  I had to try it.  I even did a few things.  But it
scared me.  Scared the fuck out of me – so to speak!  After the first
guy wanted me to – do that – to him, I cut and ran.  And haven't been
back – in 3 ½ years!"

"Put yourself on ice, huh?"

"So to speak.  I pined over Gary, when he was still dating you, while I was
still dating women.  But it was in a way that I didn't let myself really
think about it seriously.  After 3-1/2 years, I guess Mo thinks it's time
for both of us to move on!"  Another nervous giggle.

"Yeah – four for me."  I smiled understandingly.

"Well, obviously you're a lot more experienced than I am.

"Obviously." I said.  "Do you wanna do something – I mean - go out, um –
bowling or something?"

"Never bowled, believe it or not.  Golf?"

"Ugh!"  I said

"It's okay - I agree, actually!  I have done it a bit – way too many
times – but maybe with the right person - "

"I could teach you to bowl.  It's fun!"  I quipped.

"Next Friday night?"  He exuded.  His black eyes sparkled like a crystal
when he smiled!

"It's a date then!"  I said, then an almost shock came over me momentarily.
It's a date!  The feeling swept through me like a wind coming in an open
door.

It only took a split second, but Ash looked at me curiously. "You okay?"

"Oh!"  I said as I shook my head.  "It just hit me hard when I said `it's a
date.'  It's been 4 years!"

His eyes sparkled again as he said, "I hope I don't disappoint!"

I put my hand on his, as I said, "I think your cousin Mo might wonder if we
don't reappear for dinner."

It felt strange drying off – being naked in front of another man – in
a rather intimate circumstance – after all this time.

"You both looked refreshed!" said Mo as we reappeared.  "Did you enjoy
riding Red again?"

"You saw us?"  Said Ash.

"You didn't notice that the bridle trail goes right behind my home?"

I immediately flashed back, then realized that we didn't do anything that
might set anyone talking.  "I'm surprised you saw us."  I said.  "We were
racing as we went back there"

"It was good to see Red stretching his legs out.  A beautiful piece of
horse flesh!" Said Mo.  All I could imagine was the beautiful piece of man
flesh on the steed!

And thought about him I did throughout the four days until Friday.  I
chuckled to myself as I thought back to Ronny helping me primp for my
"first date" after he was 18.  It was with Mike.  I felt at least that
intimidated, as I got ready for my bowling date with Ash.  I saw Mo several
times and he taunted me: "You be tender with my cousin!  Remember – he's
a Muslim."

Was that a warning?  Had we misread Mo?

As I was getting ready for my "date" I was reminded of the first date I had
after Ronny graduated high school.  He helped me – and teased me - as I
primped and got ready for my date with Mike.  I felt pretty much the same.
Like a 13-year-old going on his first date!  Will I ever get over that??!

I drove (because I asked him!) but he drove up to my house.  I had Saaby
open the door.  Of course I was still primping!  When I came out, in the
soft lights of the living room, we both stared, open mouthed, for a second
or two, before I said, "Ready to learn how to bowl?"

What he didn't know was that I had invited Ronny and Mick to meet us at the
bowling alley.  It made a much easier transition to being alone later.  He
hadn't actually met Ronny, though Mo had talked about him.  Ash seemed more
intrigued with Ronny than with me.

By ages 46 & 48, neither of us really was really intimidated to say what we
felt.  Later, in the hot tub (again!) I challenged him on the rapt
attention he gave my son. "I'm so sorry that you took it that way, Brian.
It was just so uncanny to see a guy – a younger guy – who looked
almost like your twin!" He said. Again I felt foolish! Then he said, "But I
could see that he and Mick were really into each other so - "

WHAT??

"Uhm – Ronny and Mick are straight.  Ronny's married.  But they are like
brothers.  They were roommates before Ronny got married.  They lived right
downstairs from Gary and me.  They both were in Iran with us, and they have
so much in common, I suppose it may look like – well, the way you took
it."

"Wow!  I seem to have a way of sticking my foot in my mouth, don't I?"

"I think there's a lot of that going around.  Don't sweat it. I could well
imagine that they at least may have had a few mutual wanks!  But if you
ever mention it, I'll deny it!"

He reached out and stroked my face.  "Your five-o'clock-shadow is –
intriguing to me."

"There's so much about you that's intriguing to me!"  I quipped.  I wished
I could take it back as soon as I said it.

"Could you enumerate for me?"

"Well, I could, but then I`d have a hard time getting past the first thing
– your lips!"

His hand, still on my face, gently slipped over to MY lips.  "Yeah, I could
maybe understand that.  But I don't quite know what to do with it."  And he
turned almost scarlet.

I leaned in and tilted my head and pulled on the back of his head and
brought our lips together.  After an indeterminate time, he said, "Wow! I'm
no longer a virgin to kissing!"

The water was hot, and I felt even hotter, but I pulled him to me.  "No one
else has kissed you?" I asked.  Well, wow!  You seem to do it so well!"

"Well that's not quite accurate, actually.  I kissed a few girls."

"Stop talking!"  I said and kissed him again.  Breathing hard, I said, "Who
taught you to kiss like that!"

"Well it sure wasn't any girl!  I think you just did!"

"You're a fast learner!"  I said, and kissed him again.  His hand fell onto
my thigh and then grazed my hard-as-steel rod.  He jerked it away.

"Sorry!" He cried.

I grabbed his hand and put it ON it – then kissed him again.  "Omigosh!"
I uttered, "I almost forgot!"

Neither of us moved, but he said, "Do you have some kind of appointment?"

I chuckled and said "Not at all! And if I did I'd cancel it!  I meant I
forgot what that felt like!"

I showed him my other hand and looked at "his".  "May I?"

"Omigosh, I didn't think things would go this fast!  Oh yes!  Please do!"

I kissed him again as I put my hand gently on his throbbing member and he
gasped, and seemed to shiver in the hot water!

"Hi Poppy, I wondered – oh!  You're um – I'm sorry, I'm sorry Poppy!"

"It's okay Saaby.  You'll get over it!"  Then we all started laughing.

"So, it's safe to say that I cannot bring my date in here tonight?"

"Where IS she?"  I exclaimed.

"Out in the car."  He said, grinning profusely!

"We'll be out of here in a few moments.  It's getting pretty hot in here."

"I could see that!"  He giggled.  Saaby was only 23 but he seemed older
than his 2-years-older brother, Keyvan.  He had completely mastered –
well at least Weber English, and many of the nuances!  And – he looked
like a movie star himself.  These Persians have a way with that!

We got out and went to my bathroom to shower off and dry off.  Saaby walked
out shaking his head.  I turned on the overhead heater, but it was still
colder in there than the hot tub. "You go first," I said.  "It'll warm you
up."

"This'll warm me up!" he said as he pulled me up close.  He wrapped his
arms over me and around my back.  That left mine on his bum.  I opened both
hands and scrunched them both, pulling myself closer.  I took a deep breath
and a little groan.  It felt so familiar!

"I think we better get in the shower – I men YOU better – get under –
the shower!"  I said, stammering.

"I think I liked your original idea better." He whispered in my ear.

"You catch on quickly!"  I remarked.

"I've done this before!"

"Oh, heh, of course you have!"

"But I gotta pee first."

"Or --- not!"  I quipped.  And I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the
shower.  While I turned it on, he kept trying to get away, but I held on
firmly.  We were both giggling like a couple of kids!

The water warmed up quickly and I pulled him into it, and hugged him.  He
started to relax, then, "ACH!  I gotta pee – BAD!"  He said as he tried
to wriggle out of my arms.

"Go ahead."  I said.

"No way!" he said laughing.  He struggled some more and then I felt the
warmth shoot up between us.  I pulled us closer together so it wouldn't
reach our faces.  "Oh shit - oh dear! I pissed – I mean I'm pissing on–
ARGH!"  He grunted and I put my mouth over his.  He struggled for one
second then grabbed me tight and moaned and kissed me with all he had, also
humping my body frantically.

When he was done, "Omigosh, how did you know?  That was amazing!"

"I was standing at a urinal in a gas station with Gary on our second date.
I started to pee and he kissed me.  I was amazed that it felt almost like
an orgasm."

"No kidding!"

"Then, later on, we determined that in the shower it would all be washed
away anyway, so we'd do that together in the mornings – with our pee
wood."

"What," said Ronny, You did that on your first date??!"

"I happened quite naturally."

"Dad, you need to be careful.  I know it's been four years since – for
you, but it would be so easy to get attached." Said my practical son.

There it is again!

"Yeah, um, I suppose."  I answered.  "Why should I be so careful – oh
you mean protection?  Don't worry, son, I wouldn't do anything foolish.  I
have condoms in my bedside commode.  But thanks for - "

"I was talking about getting too attached to a Persian."

"Ron, you and Mo seem to think so much alike.  But, hat won't be an issue."

"Okay.  Sorry, Pop, it was none of my business."

"Don't ever say that, Ronny.  I hope we'll always be honest and look out
for each other."

"Okay, well I won't mention that again, though.  What's for dinner?"

"Hamburgers with all the trimmings.  We'll wait til Ash gets here.
Where're Emily and Little Brian?"

"Em took him out to `ride the horsey'.  They'll be in pretty soon, I
suppose.  Little Brian likes our big palomino – or rather his mommy
does, cuz he is so gentle."

"I know.  If it were up to you he'd be riding Satan or Red!"  He gave me
his sly Smile.  "YOU!"  I said.  You've also had him up there already,
haven't you?"

"I've taken him for a ride with me on Red once or twice."

"C'mon, really Ronny - was it once or was it twice - you'd remember that!"
I teased.

"Okay, you got me – it was a few times!  Don't tell Em!"

KNOCK KNOCK!

"That'll be Ash," I said, too excitedly.  I stopped for a second to
regroup, then opened the door.  We stood and again our eyes devoured each
other for an indefinite time.  "Come in, come in," I exuded.

"Was that your grandson I saw riding up on Red on the way in?"  He said.
Ronny flew to the window.  I chuckled.

"I had a most wonderful experience coming up here, today."

"Really?  What was that?"  I said. "You remember my son."

"Nice to - " Ash started, then Ron dashed out the front door.  We stepped
out too, to see what happened.  As I got out the door, I saw Red, running
at top speed toward the stable, Little Bri holding on for all he was worth.
We all ran that way, but Emily was first, being on horseback herself.

When the rest of us caught up, Emily was white as a ghost. Ronny, red
faced, almost lost it as he barely controlled himself: "Em!  Why did you
put Bri-Bri on Red?"

Before she could answer, Little Bri was reaching down to his pop. He wasn't
crying, nor did he even look worried. Very matter-of-factly he said, "I
don't think Red wants me on him today, Dad."  (Oh yeah, he was already too
grown up after three to call Ron `Daddy'!)

Ron looked torn between pride, laughter and anger.  "Yes, why WAS he riding
Red, em?"

"I've seen you with him several times.  I just assumed he liked the horse."
She said innocently.

"Well, I guess he can ride by himself now, huh?"  Said Ronny to anyone who
was listening.  "Did anyone else notice? He never even grabbed to saddle
horn?" He said his chest trying to pop his buttons

"Well," I said, "You taught him to hold onto the reins – right?"

"I wanna ride Lady!" said the toddler, as if there never was anything to
worry about.

"I think that right now we should get cleaned up for dinner."  Said Emily.

"I WANNA RIDE LADY!"  He screamed, trying to wrench away from his dad,
tears suddenly flying everywhere.

Ronny held him close and spoke very gently, "It's time to eat now, Bri-Bri.
We can ride later."

The boy looked between his parents and after snuffling up some snot and a
ragged sigh, "Will you take me on Red so we can go fast, Daddy?" The sly
kid was already using psychology on his parents!

"Sure will! After you ride Lady by yourself for a little bit.  How's that?"

"He looked down at his mommy and with a huge, teary smile, said, "Good!"

Ronny put the boy down and then turned.  "Nice to see you again, Ash-ton –
is it?

"Ashtad, really, but please call me Ash."

"You must be very proud of your family, Bri."  Said Ash, later, as we again
soaked in the hot tub together.

"My favorite grandson!"  I said, grinning.

"I never would've imagined two weeks ago that I'd be dating someone's
grandfather."  He said, thoughtfully.

"Thanks for that!  I said sarcastically.

"Well, I'm old enough to be one too – obviously!

"You look amazing!"  I said, getting lost in his eyes.

"You're just so ... Easy!"  he said.  At my taken-aback look, he added, "Oh
no!  I didn't mean it that way!  You see - - ?  I'm really not too good at
this."

"You're doing just fine!"  I said.  "You're surely growing on me!"

"What I meant is – you're so easy to lo – er – um – be with!
I'm just not sure what comes next."

"Next?"

"Well, I mean, I don't have a clue.  Am I supposed to assume that I'm
staying here tonight or - "

My body pulled back ever so little, as I said, "Oh!  Were you expecting -
?"

"That's just it.  I'm not expecting anything.  I don't know what to expect.
I was just - "

"Did you - WANT to stay?"  I asked

"I – just am not sure what I even want. I - "

"WILL you stay, Ash?  It'd give us more time to talk - - and stuff."

"Yeah, I'd like that.  Both!  I'd like to talk more and to do more –
Stuff!"

A bolt of electricity went right through me.  I'll let you guess where it
grounded itself!  "Uhm – did you bring something to sleep in?"

He turned scarlet.  "Did I - - need something?"

"Heh.  Your choice, Ash."  I said, smiling appreciatively. "I know I can
find an extra new tooth brush somewhere.

Ash let out a huge breath that I'm not sure either of us knew he was
holding.  "Omigosh. I feel kind of faint."

I immediately held him close.  "Let's get you out of the hot tub.  You're
probably overheated.  The hot water's great on sore muscles - but not for
long soaks.  I'll turn it down for next time."

"You don't need to – "

"First – I do, and secondly, it still is great for muscles when it's not
so hot – just a little slower."

He looked deeply into my eyes.  "Gosh you're beautiful!"  He said.

"Now I KNOW you're delirious!"  I eased him into the loveseat chair next to
the spa and grabbed him a towel.  I pat dried him off as his body cooled a
bit.  He tried to get up.  I pushed him back down.  "Stay there.  I'll join
you."  I threw the towel over him and grabbed my own towel and after drying
my upper body, sat next to him, covering up as well.

"This is what I want!"  He said.  "Maybe I'll adopt Ronny and then I can be
a grandpa too."

I chuckled.  "Ron might like that.  He really misses Gary.  Let's get a
shower before going to bed."

"Yeah, good idea.  But I gotta pee first."

"Wha-at?"  I teased

"I said, I gotta - "

"I KNOW what you said.  Me too.  But I repeat, Wha-at?" I said grinning.

"Oh – yeah – that!"  He said suddenly almost drooling.

I turned on the hot water and we stepped into it and I pulled him to me.
"Let it go, Ash!"  I said.  His eyes got big and almost panicky again, but
I saw him trying to relax, to let his stream start.  As soon as I know he
was started, I let mine go and grabbed him close and kissed him deeply, as
we let go our bladders.  We were both moaning, and he was unconsciously
thrusting.

When we finished, he said, "OMIGOSH!  I forgot how good that felt!"  I
stopped him with my mouth – I wasn't finished.  "Omigod, I love that!"
He said breathlessly.

He has no idea how he's gonna love - - other stuff!

Note: First, if you haven't done that with your lover, it's amazing!
Thanks again for your letters.  They mean the world to me. Second, sorry
for the many typos.  In my haste, I forgot to proof it.

Luvnhugsnstuf, Steve