Date: Thu, 22 Aug 2013 16:32:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: Anna and Aher - Chapter 2
ANNA AND ASHER
BY
JM
email: mmanlookin@yahoo.com
Disclaimers and other info: see chapter one
CHAPTER TWO
Once I was over my sexual high, it was time to clean up and head to the
pool. I was so totally covered in baby batter, I actually ended up rinsing
off in the shower, mainly to make sure to rinse out any that may have
landed in my hair! Once I was sure I had removed all the "evidence", I
donned my speedo, slathered myself with water-proof sunblock, put on an old
T-shirt and a pair of sandals, grabbed my towel and headed for the pool,
double checking I had my key with me. I figured I'd follow Anna's path,
since she obviously knew what she was doing, and headed toward the stairs
that were at the end to the left as I stepped out of my door. The building
had actually 3 sets of access stairs: a wide set with "rest landings every
10 steps in the middle of the building with a wide exit landing at each
level, and a slightly narrower set at each end of the building. When I
reached the bottom, I headed off toward the back of the building.
When I rounded the corner, I had to stop and simply stare. The pool was
everything they had advertised and more. It was, indeed, Olympic-sized,
set in the middle of a large expanse of more of the desert-scape
landscaping with, what looked to be a putting green green from here, in an
area beyond the pool. The dark green was in stark contrast to the rest of
the area.. There were foot paths that criss-crossed it, with several
covered seating areas interspersed. The pool itself was surrounded by a
wide apron that was set up with chairs, chaises and umbrella covered
tables. There were also several barbeque set-ups scattered around just
outside the pool area and what looked like a wet bar, that could be used
for parties and the like. All in all, a very appealing site and a place
where one could relax.
I walked down the path that was the most direct route to the pool, and
once there, claimed one of the chairs, placing my towel on it. I kicked
off my sandals and removed my shirt and headed straight for the deep end of
the pool in front of me. Without any hesitation, I dived in. The water
felt wonderful!! It actually seemed to be cooler than one would think,
being hit by the sun all day, and I wondered if maybe instead of a heating
system for the water, they had one for cooling instead. I'll have to ask
someone when I get a chance. There were few enough people in the pool that
I'd be able to swim laps easily, and I headed off. Because of getting
ready for the move, I hadn't had a chance to swim in several weeks, and I
was relishing being back in my element. I set off with an easy over-hand
stroke, wanting to warm up before going for any speed. When I reached the
other end, I was just about to do my turn-around, when I heard
"Hi, Jack." Following the voice, I saw Anna waving and smiling at me with,
what I'm beginning to think, is a permanent blush, with another girl who
looked to be somewhat younger.
"Hi, Anna," I replied, resting my arms on the edge of the pool, and
lazily kicking my feet to keep afloat. "Who's your friend?"
"This is Rachel," she said, by way of introduction. "She lives on the
first floor and goes to my school. She's in third grade. I'm in fifth."
The last was said with more than a bit of boast.
"Hi, Rachel," I said to the little girl. "It's nice to meet you. My
name is Jack, but I guess you already know that." She giggled, and ducked
her head. Cute kid. At least my traitorous libido wasn't showing it's
ugly with her. I guess even THIS pervert has some standards! Anna, on the
other hand, was already causing a stirring in my groin. What the hell is
it about her that gets me so wound up?!? She has nothing in common with
the females I've been with. They all had curves and bumps in all the right
places. Anna is still at the age where her body shape was just the same as
boys her age - just flat planes with just a hint of the musculature she
would carry in later years. Maybe that was it. I HAD been thinking of
some of the boys I'd hooked up with in my early teens. Although they
definitely had muscle tone, the basic structure was what I was seeing in
Anna. That HAD to be it! Now that I know what it is about her, maybe I
can get more control over myself. But...when I was bringing myself to that
mind-blowing orgasm, I'd been thinking of licking her young cunny. SHIT!!!
With a wave to the girls, I pushed off and continued my swim. I found I
was pushing myself harder and faster, as I went through all the different
swim strokes, using a different one for each lap, my mind in a frenzy. I
have no idea how long or how many laps I made as I all but tore through the
water. If I had swum like this during competitions when I was in school,
I'd be medalling every time! Finally, the burn in my shoulders, arms and
legs told me to slow down. I took a couple of lazy laps to cool down
before pulling myself up and out of the pool by my chair. Grabbing my
towel, I dried off before sitting down to relax for a few minutes before
heading back to my apartment. I had the towel on my head, trying to get my
hair drier, when I heard some movement beside my. Removing the towel, I
saw Anna, sitting in the chair beside me.
"Wow!" she said, with a tone of awe in her voice. "You're really
fast!"
"Thanks," I replied, all Mr. Calm-Cool-and-Collected on the outside,
while inside, my heart rate was speeding up and my stomach had a fluttery
feeling. "I used to be on my high school and college swim teams, and ever
since, I've kept up swimming. I just really like it. It helps keep me in
shape."
"I guess it works for you. You look really good for an old guy," she
said, then gasped, covering her mouth and going into a full-body blush.
"Hey!" I said, with mock-indignation. "I'm nowhere near ready for a
walker or wheel chair yet." Then, I smiled to let her know I wasn't really
upset.
"I'm sorry," she said, almost on the verge of tears. "I didn't mean it
to sound like that. You look so much better than other older guys. I
sometimes say things before thinking. I'm sorry."
"I was just teasing you, Anna," I said, gently placing my hand on her
arm. She took a sharp intake of breath, and I could feel a shudder run
through her body. But there was a small smile on her lips. Her soft,
slightly pouty and oh-so-kissable lips. Goddamn it, Jack!! Get your
fucking mind out of the gutter! Shit!! Shit!! Shit!! What the fuck is
wrong with me?
"OK," she said, quietly. "I'm still sorry, though. I didn't mean it to
come out like that."
"That's OK, Anna," I said. "I'm really not upset. And I hate to see a
cute girl like you being anything but happy."
"You...you really think I'm cute?" she asked, with wide eyes.
"Very!" I exclaimed, before I realized what I'd said. I mentally
slapped myself, as I realized that what I was doing was border-line
flirting. With a 10-year old, for God's sake! Recovering as quickly as I
could, I added, "I guess I'd better head back. I need to get cleaned up
and dressed so I can get to your place on time."
With that, I stood up and started gathering my things, slipping my feet
into my sandals. I could see Anna out of the corner of my eye, and her
gaze was definitely focused on my bulging speedo. Christ!! Did she just
unconsciously lick her lips!! Nah! Couldn't have been. She's too young
to know about such things. Right? Right or not, I was definitely plumping
up again, so I draped my towel over my shoulder so that the end covered my
front. I swear there was a fleeting look of disappointment in her eyes
accompanied by a small frown, both of which quickly disappeared as she
stood up.
"Is it OK if I walk back with you?" she asked, tentatively.
"Of course it is," I quickly replied. "Ready?" With a nod from her,
we set off back to our apartments.
There seemed to be an uncomfortable silence as we walked. I hope she's
not still feeling badly about her age comment. Wanting to let her know I
was really not upset, I gently place my hand on her shoulder. This had the
immediate effect of her moving closer to me, so that our sides were almost
touching as we walked.
"I really hope you aren't still upset about that age thing," I said.
"I'm certainly not. As a matter of fact, I find it's kind of funny."
"You do?" she asked, hopefully. I nodded in reply. "Thanks. I just
feel really stupid for saying that. I'm always doing stupid stuff like
that. My mom is always telling me I need to think before I say anything.
Well, that, and 'don't run in the house'." This was followed by a little
giggle, so I hoped she was feeling better now. We had, by now, climbed the
stairs and reached the door to my apartment. As she started to walk on the
her own, I stopped her.
"Anna," I started, "I'm really glad I got to know you and your mom,,
and I'm really looking forward to dinner with you and your family. We're
going to be neighbors for a long time, hopefully, and I'm glad to have met
the cutest neighbor there is. I hope we'll be good friends for a long
time." I was surprised when she threw her arms around me and hugged me
tightly, I hugged her back just as tightly, placing a small kiss on the top
of her head. There was definitely a shudder that ran through her that
time. No doubt about it. And her stomach was pressed tightly against my
groin, which wasn't making things easy for me. But even with the way my
confused feelings for her were warring inside me, I still wanted her to
know that everything was OK. She really is a sweet kid, and it just isn't
right for her not to feel good about herself over something as silly as
that age comment. I eased the pressure of my arms, hoping that would be a
signal to her to let me go. No such luck, though. If anything, she hugged
me harder. The pressure on my crotch wasn't helping either, and I HAD to
get her to let go before she felt what was happening down below.
"We really should go so we can get ready for dinner," I said, moving my
hands to her shoulders, exerting a mild pressure hoping she's take the
hint. There was a mumble from where her face was pressed into my chest
that sounded suspiciously like "I don't wanna go." But she did ease up and
stand back a little.
"Thanks, Jack," she said. " I'm really glad we're neighbors, too. And
thank you for being so nice."
"Hey," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "It's easy to be nice to
pretty girls like you." Oops!! Maybe I should be taking her mother's
advice and put my brain in gear before opening my mouth! Too late now.
But the shy smile I got in return was worth it. I hope.
"OK...umm...I'll see you later, then" she finally managed to get out.
"Bye."
"Bye," I replied. "I'll see you at 6:00." She turned and fairly
floated down to her door.
When she got there, she hesitated, then turned to me, and said, "Bye,
Jack." Then, with a little wave, she disappeared inside.
My hand was trembling, as I tried to get the key in the lock, and it
took several tries before I managed that simple task and stepped into the
cool of my new apartment. Shutting the door, I leaned against it, my mind
in turmoil. What the hell is wrong with me?!? I'm lusting - Yes, LUSTING
- over a nubile 10-year old girl. But it wasn't just lust. I'm having
feelings about her that seem to go deeper than that, and I've only known
her a few hours. What IS it about her that has me feeling like this? I've
been around kids before, some really cute, but there's something about Anna
that strikes a chord none of the others ever did. The feelings I have for
her are just as strong as they were for my ex-wife, but there's also
something else going on that I can't put my finger on. In the meantime,
I'm going to have to behave very carefully around her. I can't let on
what's going on inside my head - or my pants! - until I can get things
figured out. And even then, it's just so WRONG to feel this way about
someone so young. Isn't it? I know there are countries where girls her
age get married to older men, but this is the good old U S of A in the 21st
century, and such things are most definitely frowned upon. I guess the
only thing I can do for now, is get ready, put on my best "happy face" and
go there for dinner. I'm supposedly an adult. I can handle this so that
everything turns out OK. I hope! Besides, I had gotten a warm feeling
when meeting Alicia, Anna's mom. She seemed the type of person that would
be good to know. She was gracious, intelligent and was definitely easy on
the eyes. If my sexual proclivities leaned more in that direction, and if
she was single, I'd definitely be sniffing after her. But, my interest
seems, at least for now, to be male-oriented. Except for Anna. Siiigh!!!
Oh, well. I'd better get ready. It's almost 5:30, so I only have a half
hour to shower and get dressed. I was dressed and ready with 5 minutes to
spare and decided to head on out. I wish I had a hostess gift to take with
me, but just having arrived here, I haven't been able to do any shopping.
I hope Alicia understands. I'm sure she will.
I knocked on the door just before the appointed time, and heard a
muffled but raised voice admonishing someone to stop running in the house.
The door was opened by the little nymphet, her face slightly flushed,
either from the exertion of running to the door or the admonishment -
probably a bit of both. But she had a huge smile on her face when she
greeted me. She'd obviously recently showered as well, since her hair was
still damp and pulled into a pony tail. She was wearing a shot, sleeveless
top that left her lower belly bare, a pair of tight shorts that molded
deliciously to her slender hips and bubble butt and sandals. She was a
beautiful, alluring sight. I observed all this in a split second, but it
was enough to cause a strirring down below. Down, boy!! Not now.
"Hi, Jack," she said, rather breathlessly. "C'mon in." Stepping
inside, she closed the door as Alicia came out of the kitchen and headed in
my direction, a warm smile of her face.
"Welcome, Jack," she said, taking my hand as she came up to me. "We're
so glad you could join us this evening." As she was saying this, I saw one
of the bedroom doors crack open, and a pair of eyes scanned the scene.
That must be her son.
Alicia guided me into the living area and invited me to sit, asking if
I'd like something to drink, either alcoholic or non.. I'm not a big
drinker and prefer wine when I indulge and the occasional beer, so I asked
if she had a red wine.
"Excellent choice," she said. "That's what I'm having, since it goes
well with lasagna. I have a lovely merlot, burgundy or chianti, which I
was planning to serve with dinner. Any preference?" Knowing that Chianti
was a fairly heavy wine, I opted for a burgundy to ease my palette into it.
The merlot would just be too light. Giving her my choice and explaining my
reasoning, she fairly beamed.
"That's what I'm having as well, for that very same reason," she
said. "Have a seat, and I'll be right back with your wine." I moved to the
sofa and stood, waiting for my hostess.
She was soon back with two balloon glasses of the dark, red wine. She
sat in a chair opposite the sofa, and I sat at the end across from her, a
coffee table in between. Anna sat in the middle of the sofa, although more
on my side. We made the usual "getting to know you" chat, and I found out
that she was head librarian at the university and her husband, Arnold, or,
Arnie as she referred to him, was an IT consultant who traveled a lot for
his work. He was currently on assignment in New York state and was
expected home the first of next week. I told her about my work, and she
seemed fascinated by it. She knew there were people like me helping
companies out, but I was the first she had met in person. I gave her an
expurgated version of my personal life, including my failed marriage, and
she filled me in on their family life. We were getting along famously, and
even Anna managed to get in a few very intelligent questions. Pretty and
smart, too, just like her mother. I heard the closed door to the bedroom
open, and a young teen boy walked over to the chair beside his mother. As
he turned to face me as he sat, I finally got a good look at him, and my
breath caught in my throat and my heart rate sped up. He had to be the
most handsome boy I'd ever seen, reminding me instantly of the cute guys I
used to get it on with in school. His beautifully muscled arms, chest and
thighs gave notice to an active and athletic teen - soccer would be my
guess, maybe swimming, too. All this was topped by a face that was almost
too pretty to be a boy's but had enough of the masculine features that
balanced things out perfectly. His hair was a strawberry blonde and was
almost shoulder-length and parted in the middle in what I guess they call
"surfer" style. His eyes, from where I was sitting, appeared to be an
alluring green, and he had a smattering of freckles across the bridge of
his nose and under his eyes. He had a generous mouth with slightly pouty
lips, just like his sister, and it looked like he'd have dimples when he
smiled. He was wearing a snug-fitting sleeveless T-shirt and a pair of
shorts that looked as if they were supporting a very generous package for
someone his age. The legs of the shorts went about mid-thigh and showed
off his hairless muscular legs to perfection. This boy was a walking wet
dream!! Any girl - or boy - would be the envy of everyone else to have him
on their arm. With a mental slap - I seem to be doing that a lot today! -
I brought my focus back to his mother before I totally embarrassed myself.
"Jack, I'd like you to meet my son, Asher," she said. "Asher, this is
Jack Matheson, our new neighbor in 310." We both stood to shake hands.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Asher," I said, hoping there was no
tremor in my voice.
"Me too," he said with a shy smile, as he scanned my body, his eyes
lingering the longest at my crotch. This kid was definitely checking me
out!
I was wearing a similar style to him, with the sleeveless T and shorts
that molded just enough to my body to show my muscle definition and a hint
of what I was carrying between my slightly hairy legs. Asher ran his
tongue over his lips as he reached for my hand. As our hands met, there
was a definite jolt - like an electric charge - that went through my body.
He must have felt it, too, as his eyes got wide before a small smile crept
onto his lips. The handshake lasted a bit longer than normal, and I hoped
no one else noticed. With a small smile of my own, I reluctantly let his
hand go and sat down, before the swelling in my groin became noticeable.
When he returned to his seat, I noticed him discreetly adjusting himself
before sitting down. My mind and heart were racing, as I desperately tried
to think of something to say to get things back into safe territory. Then,
the penny dropped, as they say.
"Alicia," I said, turning my focus to her. "I've got a couple of
observations that I'd like to run by you." She nodded for me to continue,
a small smile on her face s if she knew what I was going to say. "First,
I've noticed that everyone in your family has a first name that begins with
"A". Secondly, it didn't occur to me until I met Asher, but I suspect that
given your position of librarian, that you like to read a lot. The only
other time I heard the name "Asher" was in a novel by Chaim Potok. Am I
right?"
"Very observant of you, Jack," she said, laughing delightedly. "I fell
in love with that name when I first read Mr. Potok's book, and vowed that
if I was ever lucky enough to have a son, that I would give him that name.
Everything was fine, until Asher entered middle school, where a few of the
overly-testosteroned young neanderthals decided to make fun of his name.
So now, he insists on being called "Ash" outside of the house, although at
home, he doesn't mind if we use his full name. If you'll excuse me, I need
to go check on dinner. Another wine?" I noticed that my glass was
strangely empty. I don't remember drinking it all. Must be because of the
distraction of these two beautiful kids.
"Thank you," I said, handing her my glass.
I'll be right back," said Alicia, heading to the kitchen.
"I actually like my name," the young god said, in his husky teen voice,
bringing my focus back on him. "It just makes my life easier at school if
I use the shorter version. Ash is actually one of the more popular boy's
names now, so nobody gives me any grief like they used to."
"I like the name 'Asher', too," I said to him. "Since we're going to
be seeing a lot of each other as neighbors, do you have any preference for
which name I call you? "
"Either is fine with me," he said, with a slight blush.
"Well, here's what I'll do, then," I said. "Around here, I may call
you either, depending on the circumstances. If we're ever out in public
together, then I'll make sure to call you Ash. Sound OK to you?"
"Yeah," he said, smiling. "That'd be good." Hmm! I wonder if that
smile was because of my "solution", or if it was the thought of us being
together a lot inside and outside the home environment. Probably a bit of
both. "Hey!" he suddenly said, brightly. "Do you wanna see my gaming
system? It's really neat!"
"Sure," I replied. "But we'll have to make it quick before your mom
gets back. After all, she's the hostess."
We stood up, including Anna, who was quickly plastered to my side, as
we walked into Asher's room. I noticed a scowl cross fleetingly across his
face as we entered his room. It was a typical teen boy's room, slightly
messy, but nowhere near what you hear about most boy's rooms, with the
requisite posters on the walls consisting of some skate boarders and soccer
players. I noticed that there was one in particular that was placed
directly opposite his bed that had a very hot picture of a sweaty and
muscular soccer player. Hmm. There was also a faint, but very distinct
and very familiar odor of fresh cum. Had he been jerking off in here just
before he came out? There goes my damn unruly cock again!! I forced
myself to get my mind back on why I was in his room. Just under the hot
poster, was what looked to be a 32" flat-screen TV and some brand of gaming
system sitting on a low table. Actually, it looked like there were several
systems, all hooked into the TV. There was also a muli-level shelf unit
that held a collection of DVDs, cds and video games. I also noticed there
was a multi-shelved book shelf off to one side that was filled with an
assortment of hard- and paperback books. He obviously got his love of
reading from his mom.
"Wow!" I said, duly impressed, turning my focus back on the gaming
system(s). "It looks like you've got quite a set-up here."
"Yeah," he said, proudly. "The big, expensive stuff my folks and
grandparents got for me. And most of the games and stuff I bought with
money I got for birthdays, Christmas and stuff. I also get money by
helping the guy that runs the gym and pool here. I help him clean up the
gym, and sometimes, when one of the pool guys doesn't come in, I help clean
the pool, too."
"I'm really impressed," I said, sincerely, putting my arm around his
shoulder in a side-ways hug. "It sounds like you have a busy life, with
school and all." This time, it was Anna who scowled and moved in close to
my other side, as if claiming her territory. Being the equal opportunity
perve that I am, I placed my other arm around her shoulders and gave her a
hug also. I can't begin to tell you how hard it was to restrain myself
from moving my hands down to caress and squeeze both of their very alluring
bubble butts, but somehow I managed. Just then, Alicia poked her head in
the door, and, observing the tableau, smiled broadly and saving me from
succumbing to doing something stupid.
"I see you've been commandeered," she said, with a chuckle. Then, with
a wistful sigh, she added, "They're such great kids, and they're growing so
fast." The fact that I had my arms around both of her kids, and both of
them were leaning heavily into my side, made me wonder if there was maybe
some other meaning to her statement. Just then, I felt Asher's arm wrap
around my waist, and his sister, sensing and feeling what he had done,
added her own. I realized right then, that for the first time since I'd
met them that the feelings that were coursing through me didn't have the
slightest tinge of lust. I was feeling very "big brotherly" and
protective, and I couldn't stop myself if I wanted too - which I didn't -
as I kissed both on the tops of their heads. This caused both of them to
tighten their hold on me and press even closer.
"You've got two great kids here," I said, with a lump in my throat, as
I squeezed them back. "You and your husband have every right to be very
proud of them. You have to be wonderful and loving parents to have raised
these two." Alicia stepped fully into the room, came up to us and lovingly
put a hand on each of their cheeks.
"Yes, they ARE the best," she said, with moist eyes, as she gazed
lovingly at them. Then, looking into my eyes, she said, "And thank you,
Jack, for seeing that and for coming into our lives. I hope we all have a
long, close and very happy relationship. I can't wait for Arnie to get
back so he can meet you." With that, she leaned in and kissed my cheek.
"Let's go back to the living room. I've got your refill. Kids, why don't
you go get what you'd like to drink, and No, Asher!! NOT wine! You'll each
get a little with dinner, so you'll just have to wait."
"Mo-om", he said, embarrassed and mildly disappointed. "I wish you'd
stop being able to read my mind!" Then with a laugh, to show he wasn't
serious, he scampered off to the kitchen with Anna close behind, both
laughing that wonderful laugh of happy, well-adjusted kids, and I felt a
warm glow in my heart. Maybe everything between me and the kids was going
to be OK. Alicia and I had just taken our seats when the kids returned,
each with a can of diet ginger ale. They must have had a quick discussion
in the kitchen, because Anna had me move more toward the middle of the
sofa, and I found myself tightly bookended by the two attractive kids.
Alicia raised and eyebrow and smiled.
"You have no idea how surprised I am that those two have taken to you
so quickly," she said. "It usually takes them both quite some time to warm
up to someone. I guess they both feel there's something about you that
makes them relax and trust you. Frankly, I feel the same way. There
really IS something about you that makes you easy to accept."
"Well," I replied, "in my line of work, people HAVE to accept me if
they want their company to succeed. Maybe, over time, I've developed some
kind of vibe that makes others readily accept me, but I've always been a
people person and easy to get along with, I think. But it also works both
ways. All of you first met me with an open mind and heart, so it was easy
to connect. I'm really glad you're the first people I've met here. I'm
really going to enjoy living here with you all as neighbors." I put my
arms around the kids's shoulders, and gave a gentle squeeze, as I smiled
inclusively at Alicia. Both kids snuggled into me, but it was Asher, who
seemed to be the more tactile this time, as he rubbed his cheek on my chest
and sighed.
"Mom", he said, from his position under my arm, "I don't wanna have to
go to Gram and Gramps'. I wanna stay here." He moved his whole body so
that we were touching from thigh to shoulder, his cheek all but glued to my
chest. I saw Alicia tense momentarily then relax, as a soft, loving smile
graced her lovely face as she looked at her son.
"I'm sorry, honey," she said, getting up and coming over to kneel in
front of her son, placing a gentle and comforting hand on his bare knee.
"This is something that's been arranged for a long time. You always spend
2 weeks with Gram and Gramps, and up until yesterday, you were looking
forward to it. What changed your mind." What changed his mind became
glaring apparent as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled himself
in tighter. Alicia's face registered mild shock that morphed into a soft
smile as she nodded, as if to herself, and looked at me with a wink,
causing me to blush, but still waiting for Asher to vocalize his
reluctance. She was one smart and observant parent who obviously loves her
kids fiercely and unconditionally.
"I...I...I just...don't wanna go," he finally stuttered out softly. "I
wanna stay here with you, and dad and Anna. And Jack," he added, almost in
a whisper, after a brief pause, as his arm held me tightly. I think I was
as surprised as Alicia at this, but she recovered before I did.
"You know your grandparents are really looking forward to spending some
time with just you," she said. "Anna just got back last week, and she had
a wonderful time. And now it's your turn. Don't you want to go and have
some fun, too? You know they'll spoil you rotten like they always do."
This at least got a chuckle out of him.
"Yeah, they do," he admitted. "But I can still see them and get
spoiled when they come here. They were going to bring me back anyway so
they can visit with you and Dad. Can't I just wait til then? Please,
Mom?!?" He focused his gaze on his mother, and there was evidence of tears
in his eyes threatening to escape. Alicia's face softened even further as
she reached up and wiped the lone tear that had managed to escape.
"Does it really mean that much to you, Asher?" she asked, softly.
"Yeah, Mom, it really, really does," he responded with a sniffle,
glancing quickly at me before turning back to his mother - a move not lost
on Alicia.
"Let me call your grandparents after dinner," she said, somewhat
resignedly but lovingly. "We'll see how they feel about it, but I'll make
sure to tell them you still want to see them, just here and not there.
OK?"
"OK, Mom," he said, releasing his hold on me and throwing his arms
around his mother's neck and resting his head on her shoulder. Alicia
wrapped her son in her own arms, tears in her own eyes but a slight smile
on her lips. They broke their hug, and Alicia stood up, wiping her eyes.
"OK, kids," she said. "Why don't you go in Asher's room and play a
game or watch a video for a little bit, so Jack and I can have some adult
time before dinner. Just don't spill your drinks!"
"MO-OM!" they both cried in unison. Asher was clearly nervous about
why his mother wanted to talk to me alone, but he gave me a small smile and
brushed his hand against mine before heading into his bedroom. Anna had
been really quiet throughout it all, and as she looked a bit upset as she
went to go past me. I pulled her into a light hug, which was quickly
returned, and whispered in her ear.
"It's OK. Stop worrying. Everything is going to be fine." Then I
kissed the top of her head and released my hold.
"I hope so," she whispered back. "I really like you. And Asher does,
too." And she followed her brother into the bedroom, closing the door but
leaving it cracked open, hoping they would be able to hear what her mother
and I were talking about.
"Grab your wine, Jack, and let's go to the kitchen to talk," she said,
grabbing her own glass. I'm not sure, but I thought I heard a muffle
"Shit!" from just behind the door. "I just have to get the garlic bread in
the oven to have everything ready." Once we got to the kitchen, she asked
me to have a seat on one of the stools. Once seated, she leaned against
the counter opposite me and held my gaze.
"Jack, here's the long and the short of it," she began. "Asher is gay
and apparently has a major crush on you already, and I'm not sure what to
do. Arnie and I have known for some time that he's gay. We noticed that
when we were out, it was always the boys and younger men he watched and not
ever any girls, and he's never had a girlfriend, although he DOES have girl
FRIENDS. The clincher was when he forgot one time to shut down his
computer and clean his browser. I think it was the day he got a call that
one of his friends had been in an accident and was in the hospital.
Nothing major, thank God, but enough to keep his friend in the hospital
overnight. Arnie was home at the time, so he took Asher to see his friend,
and he was very upset at the time. I was doing some housecleaning at the
time, and I accidentally hit the mouse when I was dusting his desk, and the
screen that came up was a gay porn site. Arnie and I have always had an
open and honest respect for our kids and don't censor them in any
way. We're hoping, and have always told them, that if they ever have any
questions about anything at all, they can come to us and we'll talk about
it non-judgmentally. Arnie and I both firmly believe - and show them -
that our children are ALWAYS loved unconditionally, no matter what, even
about their sexuality. We both have given every hint we can that Asher -
or Anna, for that matter - can talk to us at any time about anything, but
so far, no luck with him. Here's the thing, Jack. I only met you today
and have no right to ask, but I sense in you a good and decent man with a
good heart, and I can see you already care for my children, so here goes.
Jack, are you gay or straight?"
Somehow, I knew this was where we were headed and had be mentally
preparing myself. I have never denied my sexuality to anyone that I felt
needed to know, and now, here was a mother, concerned about her son and
wanted to know the type of person who had obviously stolen her son's
attention. Trying not to flinch, I looked her in the eye, and saw not
anger, or hurt, or condemnation - only compassion.
"In circumstances such as this," I began slowly, trying to get my
thoughts in order, "you have every right to ask that question, so please
don't feel badly about it. I'm bisexual, leaning more heavily toward males
than females. And before you have to ask the question, yes, I do find your
son very attractive. This is the very first time I've ever felt attracted
to ANYONE who wasn't at least of legal age. But I want to assure you, I am
NOT a child molester and would never even consider doing anything that
would harm your son, because along with my attraction to him, there's also
another feeling which is even stronger, and that is as someone who wants to
protect him and hopefully be his friend, to keep him safe and be whatever
part of his life that I can to help ensure that he grows into his full
potential as a well-adjusted adult."
"Right answer, Jack," she said, closing the distance between us,
putting her arms around me and kissed my cheek. I warmly and sincerely
hugged her back before she stepped away and went back to her previous
position across from me. She looked at me with a small smile before
continuing. "I just KNEW that my first impressions of you were correct.
Now, here's the really big question. I know you said that you've never
been attracted to anyone his age before, but you admit that you ARE
attracted to him. Could you ever find yourself loving him, beyond the
sexual attraction and be totally monogamous should you ever be able to get
together? I know this all seems totally bizarre, and we won't even go into
what the legal ramifications are! But, my son is gay, and I have no
control over who he's attracted to. All I can do is try to protect him in
the best way I know how, with you consent and help."
Shit!!! This was one seriously enlightened woman to be talking about
her son like that, and obviously one who was the epitome in giving
expression to the unconditional love she had for her child. And what she
had asked was a very valid and crucial concern. COULD I love him, beyond
the fact that he was one seriously hot little package? Even if there was
never any sex involved, could I still love him if he was ever partnered
with me? And then it hit me. THAT was the feeling I was trying to
identify earlier. It was the budding growth of love that was blooming. I
could now very easily see myself loving both of them, wanting to protect
and nurture them even if there wasn't anything sexual involved. They are
both very attractive, intelligent and loving kids. But I sure as hell
don't want to 'fess up that I also had the hots for her nubile daughter!
This was all about Asher and how I might be able to fit into his life and
how he would fit into mine. All of this flashed through my mind in an
instant. Suddenly, it was a no-brainer.
"Yes," I said, confidently now. "There is so much more to him than
just what can be seen on the outside. I'm finding that there is a very
articulate, intelligent and loving young man INSIDE that, given the
opportunity, I know I could love unconditionally if given the chance. And
as for being monogamous, if I give my heart to someone who returns it
equally, then fidelity will never be an issue."
"I believe you," she said. "I know we just met, but I already feel
very comfortable around you. I pride myself on being a very good judge of
character, and I know deep down inside, that you're one of the best. I'll
still call Arnie later tonight, but I know him well after all these years.
I know he'll trust my judgement at least until he gets back, and when he
does and gets to meet you himself, I know he'll have no reservations. Just
please promise me you'll take things very slowly. He's young and will be
experiencing feelings and emotions that most people don't have to face
until they're older."
"I promise," I replied. "This is all new to me, too, not just because
of his age, but because it's also the first time I've had these feelings
myself for anyone, including my ex-wife. These feelings are as new to me as
they are to Asher, so we BOTH need to go slowly so no one gets hurt. And I
DO promise, you, Alicia, I will never do anything to hurt Asher." This
time, I was the one who hugged her, and she hugged me back fiercely.
"Take good care of my son," she said, softly. "And teach him how to
take good care of you." She kissed my cheek and let go. "Well, I guess if
I don't get this garlic bread in, we won't be eating anytime soon. I DID
promise you dinner at 7:00 and it's already half past. Thankfully, it will
only take 5 minutes. Would you get the kids and tell them to wash up for
dinner? And if you want to say anything to Asher if Anna isn't around,
feel free. I'm not one of those types that feels I have to be the one to
break the news. You two need some time alone to be able to talk, so I'll
arrange to have Anna stay here and help me after dinner, and you and Asher
can maybe take a walk by the pool and talk, if you want."
"I think that's a great idea," I enthused. "He's probably going to be
over the moon when he hears, and I need to make sure he understands all the
implications involved, as well as taking things slowly so we can really get
to know one another."
"Implications is right!" she exclaimed, as she popped the garlic bread
in the oven. "The biggest one will be maintaining discretion. Society
would have a field day, and not in a good way, if word of this ever got
out. We'd ALL be up shit creek without a paddle." Hearing this come from
such an intelligent and dignified woman set me off in a fit of giggles,
which she soon joined, lightening the mood considerably. Just then, we
heard the plaintive wail of a hungry teen.
"Mom!" he yelled from his doorway. "When's dinner? We're wasting away
out here!"
"Yeah, yeah!" she bantered back, good-naturedly. "You and your sister
wash your hands. It will be ready by the time you get here." It must have
been the most cursory wash ever, as Asher appeared in the kitchen not 30
seconds later. "Do you mean to tell me you were able to wash your hands in
that amount of time?"
"I knew you were going to tell us to do that, so I already had," he
replied, with a cheeky grin and moving as close to me as he dared to in
front of his mother. I surprised him when I put my arm around his
shoulders and pulled him to me, and he looked nervously back and forth,
between his mother and me.
"By the way, Asher," she said, "Jack and I had a good discussion, and
he'd like some time to talk with just you. So, after dinner, why don't the
two of you take a walk around the pool while I keep Anna busy here. It IS
her night to do the dishes, after all. Just don't be too long, though. We
don't want her asking too many questions. OK?"
"S...sure, Mom," he stuttered, while giving me a questioning look.
"Don't worry," I told him, with a wink. "It's all good, I hope." He
seemed to relax, but just then, we could hear the slapping of Anna's
sandals on the tiled floor. Giving him a quick hug, I let go, and he
instinctively went to his mother and asked if he could help just as Anna
came into the kitchen. She scanned the the three of us and started to move
to stand beside me.
"Here, Asher," she said, handing him 2 potholders. "Take the lasagna
and put it on the trivet on the table. Be careful. It's really hot. And
Anna, would you get the salad out of the fridge and take that out for me?
Thanks, Sweetie." She clearly wasn't pleased at being denied her "Jack
Time" but did as her mother asked, seemingly without the attitude one might
have expected from someone her age. These are both well-mannered and
respectful kids. It's quite evident that Alicia and her husband have done
a great job raising them. Just then, the oven timer went off, and she
pulled the warm, fragrant bead out of the oven, deftly sliced it into
serving-sized pieces and slid it onto a platter. When I asked what I could
do to help, she handed me the platter of garlic bread and asked if I'd take
that and the already-opened bottle of chianti to the table."
"I'll just fill up a pitcher of ice water, and I think we're all set,"
she said, as I took the platter, grabbed the vino and joined the
mini-caravan of servers headed for the table. We were soon all seated,
and, after a brief but moving blessing that included 'wonderful new
friends' (me!), we all tucked in.
Alicia sat at the end of the table nearest the kitchen in case anything
else was needed, with Asher at the other end where his father would sit
when he was home (you could tell he was really proud and pleased to be
sitting in the seat of the male head of the household), with Anna and I
sitting across from each other - me in what would normally be Asher's seat.
I know it's juvenile, but I couldn't help the shiver of delight that ran
through me at that thought. The lasgna was delicious - some of the best
I've ever eaten - and Alicia actually blushed when I heaped my praises.
And the chianti was pleasantly mellow, not the rather harsh taste I'd been
expeting. The kids each had a small half-glass, with Anna's being slightly
watered, while Asher was drinking his "straight". I was pleased to note
that he only took small sips throughout the meal, not just gulping it down
like most boys his age would. The entire meal was delicious, and then came
the dessert - tiramisu, one of my all-time favorites. Living in Boston,
I'd been able to eat at some of the finest Italian restaurants around and
would always finish my meal with this scruptious dessert. This, just like
the lasagna, matched or exceeded the best of any I'd had previously, and I
made sure to tell Alicia so. The conversation during dinner was more
"getting to know the new guy", and they soon pretty much had my whole
history, from childhood to the present - minus the more salacious details,
of course. I was also getting to know more about them, too, and it was in
the middle of this that Alicia realized she had to call her parents and
tell them about Asher's decision not to go visit them. She excused
herself, and went into her bedroom to call, while the kids and I continued
to talk about their school, friends, sports interests and the like. I was
correct in my assumption about Asher playing soccer AND swimming, while
Anna said she was taking gymnastics, which didn't surprise me, given her
build. It wasn't too much longer berfore Alicia returned with a slightly
worried look on her face.
"How did it go, Mom?" Asher asked hesitantly. "Is everything OK?"
"What? Oh, yeah," she said distractedly. "It was actually a good
thing I called. Grampa has a touch of the flu, and they were worried about
you coming to stay. Nothing too serious, but his doctor has told him to
stay in bed for a few days, and Grandma has been spending all her time
taking care of him. They were afraid that when you got there, they
wouldn't have enough time to make sure you'd have a good time. So
everything actually worked out for the best."
"Is Grampa going to be OK?" Anna asked, worriedly.
"He'll be fine, Honey," she said, reaching over and patting her
daughter's arm reassuringly. "It's just that at their age, something like
this always takes a lot longer to get better than it would be if you had
the same thing." I had learned during dinner that Alicia was a
late-in-life arrival - and only child - long past the time her parents
thought they'd ever have any children, which meant that now, her parents
were in their 80's. While they were both fairly active and still living
independently, little things like a common cold or even the flu had the
potential for easily developing into something worse and possibly
life-threatening. I'm sure this was Alicia's main cause of worry right
now, but she wasn't going to let on to the kids, and it wasn't my place to
say anything either.
We soon got back into a more routine and relaxed conversation, quizzing
each other on likes, dislikes, favorite music, movie and foods between the
kids and me, although it helped give Alicia a clearer picture of me, and I
learned that she had not only a PhD in library sciences, which helped land
her her present job 3 years ago, but that she also had a Master's in the
humanities, confirming my earlier assessment of her as being quite
intelligent and well-read. This reminded me of what I had said earlier
about how Asher got his name, and prompted me to see if I could hit another
home run with Anna's name.
"Alicia," I started, "it's quite obvious from your degrees and your job
that you have a love of literature and reading, and we already know how
Asher got his name. I'm guessing that Anna's name came about in the same
way." She was smiling broadly and gave me a "go ahead" motion with her
hand, waiting to see if I could figure it out. "My first thought was the
most obvious - Anna and the King of Siam. But that's something that most
would consider "entertainment" reading, and I can't see you using that as
the source. No. You're much too erudite for that." If anything, her
smile got bigger. "No. For you, it would have to be what would be called
a "worthy" literary work. My guess is that our Miss Anna here was named
after the character in Mr. Tolstoy's tome, Anna Karenina. How did I do?"
"Brilliantly!" she exclaimed, delightedly clapping her hands while Anna
fairly beamed. "Absolutely brilliant! And you're exactly right. That was
the source of our Anna's name. Your powers of deduction are exceeded only
by your intelligence and good looks!" This caused me to blush furiously,
and I'm sure it was a full-body one. Anna was also blushing but smiling,
and I heard a snicker from Asher's end.
"Watch it, Young Sir," said to him, smiling, so he'd know I was joking.
"In high school and college, I was not only on the swim team, but I also
had the reputation in both places as the 'King of the Wedgie'!" He flushed
bright red and his mouth hung open, not believing I would say something
like that in front of his mother. However, Mama was in full belly-laugh
mode, and actually had tears running down her cheeks, while Anna was
giggling furiously while casting furtive glances at her embarrassed brother
to see how he was reacting. When he realized everything was OK, he was
soon laughing along with the rest.
"It looks like you've finally met your match," Alicia said, with a wink
at me, still trying to suppress her laughter. I didn't miss the double
entendre and winked back.
Things eventually calmed down, as did the evening, and soon, it was
time for Asher and me to have our talk. Anna put up a small fuss, but I
think was only a token one, since she knew it was her turn to help with the
clean-up anyway. After a goodbye hug to hostess and daughter, Asher and I
headed out. As we walked along the walkway, headed toward the pool area,
we talked easily about the dinner conversation, his concerns about his
grandfather - I assured him would be OK - until we reached the topic of my
wedgie comment as we got to the bottom of the stairs and onto the path to
the pool.
"I can't believe you said that in front of my mother," he said.
"It was a calculated risk," I told him. "Yes, she's your mother and
has all those degrees and that big important job at the university, but
she's human just like the rest of us. Don't forget - she had to go to
college to get those degrees, and I'm willing to bet you anything that
either she's experienced being "wedged" herself, or at least definitely
knows of others who have had it done to them. When you're young, bathroom
humor and wedgies are pretty darn funny, and as you get older, they become
pleasant memories from your past. And here's something I bet you don't
even want to think about. Like I said before, your mom is just the same as
you and me and everyone else. She burps and farts just like we do,
although I'm sure she's a lot more discreet about it than we sometimes are.
And I can almost guarantee you that she likes sex just as much as you and
me."
"EWWW!!! That's...that's just....EWWW!", he exclaimed with a shudder.
Laughing, I put my arm around his shoulders and pulled him to my side as we
walked along the path. It wasn't too long before his arm was around my
waist, and it all just felt so right.
"How do you think you and Anna got here?" I asked. "If you still
believe that stuff about the stork or cabbage leaves, then your health
classes at school are sorely lacking."
"Yeah, I know," he conceded, "but still. I just can't think of my
parents having sex."
"And I feel exactly the same way about MY parents," I said. "Whenever
I'd start to get a boner at the wrong time, all I'd have to do is think of
my parents having sex, and it was gone in an instant. You should try it
the next time you find yourself getting hard when you don't want to. Works
like a charm."
"Yeah, the darn thing seems to have a mind of it's own," he said, and I
could see him blushing, even in the dim light. "I think I'll try that the
next time it happens."
This was good. He was showing me a decent level of trust for knowing
me such a short time, and trust is a key ingredient in any healthy
relationship. We were now at the edge of the pool, and following my
example, we took off our sandals, sat on the edge of the pool and dangled
our feet in the water. There was nobody around, which surprised me, given
how pleasant an evening it was. And where we were positioned at the pool,
we couldn't be seen from the building and would be able to hear anyone
coming down the path. We sat quietly for a few minutes, each with an arm
around the other, sitting tightly side by side. Finally, I heard him sigh.
"Jack, what's going on?" he asked, softly. "What were you and Mom
talking about earlier?"
"You," I said, and felt him stiffen under my arm. "And me."
"What about you and me?" he asked, a tinge of fear in his voice.
"Ash," I replied, using the diminutive for the first time with him. It
felt good on the tongue. "Your mom knows you're gay."
"What?" he cried, turning abruptly toward me. "How does she know?
What did she say?" Then he wrapped his arms around me, buried his face
against my chest and began sobbing. "Oh, God! Oh, God! I've been so
afraid of her and Dad finding out. They're gonna hate me now. What am I
gonna do? Jack, help me! What am I gonna do?"
"Shh, it's OK, Ash," I said, while trying to get my arms around him.
The way we were sitting, it was almost impossible, and somehow, I managed
to get us both up, and I led him to the nearest bench, which was still out
of sight from prying eyes in the building. I sat down and pulled him onto
my lap, wrapping him tightly in my arms.
"Both your parents have known for some time, now," I told him.
"They've been waiting for you to tell them when you were ready. They kept
giving you hints that everything was OK and you could talk to them, but I
guess you didn't realize it."
"But I don't understand," he said, hiccuping, now that the sobs had
subsided. "I've always been careful to not let anyone know. Only
Anna........" He suddenly shuddered and stopped.
"So, Anna knows about you?" I asked, gently. He was quiet for the
moment, then sighed heavily.
"Yeah," he admitted, finally. "She caught me watching one of those gay
videos one day when Mom had to go to the store for something, so we were
alone for a while. She was in her room watching a movie, but it must have
been over, so she came into my room to see if I wanted to play a video game
with her. I was so into that video that I never heard her come in. It's a
good thing I wasn't, umm.....you know."
"What?," I asked, giving him a squeeze. "Spanking the monkey? Jerkin'
the gherkin? Slapping the salami?"
"Stop it!" he exclaimed, slapping me on the arm, but he was giggling.
"This is serious!"
"I know it is, Ash," I said, kissing his damp cheek, causing him to
snuggle in even further. "I'm just trying to get you to lighten up a
little so I can tell you the rest. And trust me. It's not bad."
"OK," he said. His head was on the right side of my chest, with his
face close to my arm, and I felt him lightly kiss my exposed bicep, sending
a shiver deep into my soul. Yeah. I can very definitely fall in love with
this handsome young teen, if I haven't already.
"But I still wanna know," he said, finally. "How did my folks find
out?"
"Let's just say that you have to be a lot more careful with your
computer," I replied. "Your mom told me she was cleaning your room one day
and accidentally hit the mouse. Not only did you forget to shut down your
computer, but you also forgot to delete what you were watching. Everything
popped right up where she saw it. She said it was the day you got that
call about your friend being in an accident."
"Oh, God!" he moaned. "How can I face her now?"
"Try to think of it this way, Ash," I said, stroking his back. "She
and your dad have known for several months now. Have either of them
treated you any differently?" He was quiet for a moment while he thought
about it.
"No," he finally said. "Not really, except I DO remember now that they
always seemed to be telling me that I could always go to them for anything,
and how much they loved me and always will, no matter what. I guess that
was their way of telling me that it was OK if I'm gay. They'd still love
me just as much."
"Exactly!" I exclaimed. "You don't have to worry about facing them,
because to them, nothing has changed other than the fact that they know a
little bit more about you. Being gay doesn't define WHO you are, it's
simply a part of everything else that makes you Asher. You didn't choose
to be gay. It's not like one day you woke up and said, "I'm going to be
gay now." It's always been a part of you, right from the time you were
born. It wasn't until your hormones kicked at puberty that you probably
realized that it was guys who interested you more than girls, even though
you might have had feelings for other boys that you couldn't define before
then. Does any of this sound familiar to you?"
"Yeah, I've thought a lot about it," he said. "When I was younger, I
was always playing with other boys. Girls were yucky, and that's the way
we all felt then. But when all those changes started happening to my body
and my voice, it was still always guys I was attracted to, while all my
friends were getting more interested in girls. Was there anything else you
and Mom talked about? You were out there a long time."
"Actually, there was," I said, with a sigh. I hope this goes well.
"Your mother noticed that you had a certain....attraction toward me." I
felt him stiffen, so I quickly went on. "Do you have any idea just how
much your mother loves you?"
"I guess so," he said, tentatively.
"Now let me ask this," I said, still rubbing his back. "Was you mother
correct in what she observed?"
"Yes," he said in almost a whisper.
"Would it make you feel any better to know that I feel the same about
you?" I asked.
"WHAT?!?!?" he shouted, as his head shot up until he was staring me in
the eyes. "Please, don't mess with my head, Jack! I don't think I could
take it!"
"Would this convince you?" I asked, as I moved in and softly kissed his
lips. God! It was even better than my imagination! And his moan, as he
actually kissed me back, was even better. I broke the kiss, and his eyes
were still closed, as he licked his lips slowly, trying to prolong the
feelings. He finally opened his eyes as I cupped his sheek and rubbed it
gently with my thumb. he reshuffled himself until he was straddling my
lap, facing me. He took my face in his hands and looked deep into my eyes.
"But...but, you said you were married! To a girl!"
"And I was," I said, placing my hands on either side of his slim waist.
"And she wasn't the only female I ever had sex with either. While I hate
putting labels on people, I'm what you'd call bisexual. I'm attracted to
both males and females, although I prefer males more. And right now, I'm
very attracted to the one sitting on my lap."
"Does Mom know about...you know, that you like both?" he asked
wonderingly.
"She does," I responded. "I told her everything."
"Does she know that you like me the same as I like you?"
"Everything!"
"What did she say to that?"
"That is something that you and I have to decide. She asked me if I'd
be willing to be your mentor-slash-boyfriend and help you work through
everything to become the person you're meant to be."
"My mom said that?"
"Yup! I told you she loves you totally and unconditionally."
"But what about my dad? He may be OK with me being gay, but he's going
to pitch a royal fit when he finds about the age thing between us."
"Your mom assured me that she knows your father very well, and that
she's positive he won't have any problems with it. But let me ask you
something. What about you? Don't you have any problems being with someone
as old as me?"
"Heck, no!", he exclaimed, cuffing me on the shoulder for emphasis.
"You're not old! You're fucking hot!!" He clapped his hand over his
mouth. "I'm sorry. That just slipped out. I don't usually swear."
"That's OK," I said, giving him a resounding smack on the forehead as
further proof. "But we still have some major things to get worked out, and
whether you think so or not, this age difference is one of the biggest.
You DO realize, don't you, that I'm almost 3 times your age." His eyebrows
shot up.
"No shit!! Sorry! Slipped again. But you caught me by surprise. I
figured you for MAYBE late twenties, if that. You look way better than a
lot of those guys in the videos."
"Thanks for the compliment, but you see? There's already a
misconception. You may have feelings for me now, but what's going to
happen as we both continue to get older? It's a proven fact that teenagers
go through a lot of changes in their physical, mental and emotional
make-up. Can you honestly tell me that you'll feel the same way about me
when you're 25 and I'm pushing 60?"
"Truthfully? No, I can't. But then again, NOBODY just starting a
relationship can say that they'll feel the same way at some time in the
future. Mom and Dad are actually in a minority right now being married as
long as they have. I know this from seeing the other kids at school, most
of them having to share time between divorced or separated parents. I may
be just a kid now, but I'd like to think I'm not one of those...what do
they call it? Oh, yeah...FICKLE teens who can turn his emotions on and off
like a light. All I can tell you is how I feel right now, and that is, I
want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will that happen? Right now,
I really hope it does, but statistics are against us. But if you'll give
me - give US - a chance, I'd like to try and prove the statistics wrong."
Good grief!! This kid definitely has his head screwed on right! I
shouldn't be surprised, though, knowing his mother, and I'm assuming, his
father, too, as highly intelligent people. It shouldn't be surprising that
their kids got the best of both. And the thing is, he presented a clear
and concise reason for us to try to give a relationship a go. Any of the
niggling little doubts that had been floating around my head were banished
for good. To show him my total agreement and commitment, I pulled him
closer and kissed him. He melted into me, and enthusiastically kissed me
back, small whimpering noise coming from his throat. I opened my mouth
slightly and moved the tip of my tongue across his lips, applying a gentle
pressure until I felt his mouth also open slightly and inserted my tongue
into his warm, moist oral cavity. As our tongues gently caressed and made
love to each other, I felt his hips undulating gently as his whimpers
turned into moans. Suddenly, he froze and I heard him go
"mmmh..mmmh..mmmh..mmmh..mmmh..mmmh - 6 times - into my mouth, as he tried
to suck my tongue into his mouth. He, reluctantly, it seemed, broke the
kiss, and with a final swipe across my lips with his tongue, he gave me
quick but gentle kiss, before flopping his head onto my shoulder, panting.
I stroked his back and placed gentle kisses on the side of his head, all
the while being painfully aware of my own aching, hard, throbbing and
leaking cock. My underwear was soaked with pre-cum - so much, that it
almost felt as though I had a load in my pants to match the one in Asher's.
There was no doubt that he had just had a massive cum. The sweet but
pungent odor surrounded us. Finally, his breathing returned to almost
normal.
"That's never happened to me before," he said, softly, while planting
small kisses on the side of my neck, sending shivers all through me.
"Although, I've never kissed anyone like that before either! You're the
first person I've ever kissed, other than my parents and grandparents. If
you can make me cum just by kissing me, what's it going to be like when we
have real sex?"
"We'll just have to wait a while to find out," I said, causing a moan
of disappointment from him. I popped him lightly on the butt. "I promised
your Mom that we'd take things slowly. And we need to take things slowly
between us for BOTH our sakes. You're still a young teenager entering into
his first real relationship, and even though I'm older and have more
experience, this is the first time for me to be with someone that I have
feelings for beyond lust. It's all just as new to me as it is to you, so
it's going to be a learning experience for both of us. The most important
thing, though, is getting to know each other really well - to build a
friendship that will carry us through and hopefully last, even if we end up
not being together some time in the future. You even said it yourself.
There are no guarantees, other than the hard work that it takes to build
and maintain a long, loving relationship. You're the first person I've
ever met that makes me want to go for it all. So this is where we start.
From this moment on, I promise you, Ash, that I'll do everything I can to
make this work. And now's time for you to make that same decision, young
as you are. It's a huge responsibility but one that has great rewards.
So, knowing all that, are you willing to give it your best shot? I'll tell
you right now, that even as attractive as you are, I won't settle for just
fuck buddies. That wouldn't be fair to either of us. It's all or nothing.
Can you accept that?"
"Yes," he said finally, after giving it some thought. He picked up his
head and looked me straight in the eyes. "From what you said, I guess it
won't always be easy as I thought it would be when I first started thinking
about finding someone to spend my life with. I just figured the love and
the sex would be enough. If you had told me all this when I first saw you
through my bedroom door, I probably would have said that I couldn't do it.
All I saw was this incredibly handsome man that took my breath away and
made my cock immediately hard! I told you, I had to toss off before I
could come out. But when I sat down with you and got to know the real
Jack, the more I wanted to have you around, and hopefully get to know
better. And after dinner and out talking here, I'm positive that I want be
with you, and I very much want to be your friend, too - hopefully, your
BEST friend. I've been jerking off for a couple of years, now, so having
to wait a while longer to be able to experience what sex with you is like,
makes it an easier decision, and I'll just have to be happy with my right
hand for now. The end goal makes the waiting worth it. Unless you wanna
make out again, like we just did. That was freaking AWESOME!!"
"Yeah, we can make out again," I replied, giving him a quick kiss, "
but anything like that - or more, when the time comes - is strictly in
private, and that includes NO PDA's. You know what that is?" He nodded.
"What's happening between you and me is highly illegal, and I'd end up in
prison for life, you'd end up in years of therapy, and even your folks
could possibly face jail time for aiding and abetting. Your mother is also
aware of how careful we'll have to be, too. And what about Anna? Can she
keep quiet when she finds out?"
"Anna has known about me since that time she caught me, and she's never
said anything to anyone. I know brothers and sisters aren't supposed to
get along, but she's like my best friend, and I'm not ashamed to admit I
love her, and she feels the same way about me. Besides, if Mom and Dad are
behind us, then they must be pretty certain that Anna won't be any problem.
Umm, Jack?" he asked, squirming on my lap, reawakening my cock, which had
mercifully gone down during out talk. "Can we go in now? This mess in my
pants is real uncomfortable."
"Sure," I said. "Let's go. I think we covered most of what we needed
to talk about. If we think of anything else, we can always get away like
this again."
"Umm...before we go, will you kiss me again?"
"I'll gladly kiss you anytime and anywhere that we know we're safe," I
replied, as we leaned into each other, locking our lips together, our
impatient tongues finding each other right away. Our arms tightened around
each other, our tongues making love to one another once again, first in his
mouth, then in mine, and it was the most passionate and love-filled kiss
I'd ever had. Things were rapidly getting heated once more, as my cock
rose to full mast again, as I'm sure his had also, as his hips began their
undulations again. Our breaths were through our noses became more rapid,
and Asher was making an almost-continual moan. Suddenly, he pulled his
head away from mine.
"I gotta stop, or it's gonna happen again," he panted. "Oh, shit!
It's not stopping! The hell with it!" he exclaimed as he planted his lips
on mine, his tongue immediately searching and finding mine as he moaned and
groaned his way through his orgasm. This one seemed to last longer than
the first time and seemed to be more intense, and I couldn't help wondering
if his adolescent balls were able to produce enough to accommodate each
throb and pulse of his cock. He finally calmed down into the after-glow of
his orgasm, and finally broke the kiss, resting his head on my shoulder
where he proceeded to plant small kisses on my neck.
"I may be too young to really know for sure, but I DO know that I have
feelings for you I've never felt before with anyone," he said, "and I think
I'm falling in love with you, Jack."
"And I think I'm falling in love with you, too, Ash," I said. "We've
go a really good start, and I can't wait to begin the journey with you.
But, we'd better get going. It's probably late, and I'm sure you mom is
wondering what's happening."
"Shoot! Mom! How am I going to get past her with this mess in my
pants. I think that second one added more of a mess than the first."
"What have you got in your pockets?" I asked. He looked at me as if
I'd lost my mind at this apparent non sequitur.
"Umm...just my house key," he replied, clearly puzzled. Bussing him on
the nose, I stood us up. Taking his hand, I led him over to a pool-side
table.
"OK," I said. "Now, empty your pockets here on the table, and check
them all, just to be safe. Take off you shirt and sandals, and I'll do the
same. You and I are going for a quick swim."
"But Mom will have a fit if I come back in wet clothes!"
"Answer this, my young love. "Which do you think would upset her more
- wet shorts, or shorts filled with your two loads of cum?" Suddenly, the
penny dropped, as they say, and he grinned.
"Pretty smart, for an old guy. I think I'll keep you around for a
while." And he leaned in to give me a quick kiss on the cheek and started
laughing, as he placed his key on the table, took off his shirt, kicked off
his sandals and stood waiting for me to follow suit. We were both soon in
the pool, playfully splashing each other, but also trying to keep down the
noise, since it was after hours. We went at it for a few minutes, pausing
a few times to place a quick kiss on the lips, then I pointed him toward
the shallow end of the pool.
"Go until the water is just above your waist and unzip and open the
front. Stick your hand down in there and swish it around to get as much of
the cum out as you can. Be sure to wash your body that got soaked too.
I'm going to stay her because of my promise to your mother. If I were
anywhere near you when you have your pants open, I probably would end up
breaking that promise. I DO love you, Ash, but it's tinged pretty heavily
with lust right now, and I simply don't trust myself."
"Darn! I was hoping you'd at least come with me and perve on me," he
said, with a cheeky grin.
"Nope. I'm going to stay right here, facing away. Come join me when
you're done."
"Spoil sport," he said, giggling. It was one of the hardest things
I've ever done to not watch him while he cleaned himself up. I heard him
splashing and muttering, but he was soon swimming up beside me.
"All squeaky clean now?" I asked, leaning over to kiss his forehead.
"I don't know about squeaky, but I'm as clean as I could get," he
replied. "That stuff doesn't wash off easily. I'm not sure if I got it
all out my shorts or not."
"One nice thing about pool water is the chlorine," I said. "It will at
least mask the smell of your cum. I noticed the smell both times when you
came. Quite a natural aphrodisiac."
"Yeah. I smelled it too, and I think it turned me on even more so I
came more," he said."
"Well, we'd better get back before your mom sends out a search party," I
said.
We hauled ourselves out of the pool and went over to the table, where
we'd left out stuff. As he reached for his, shirt, I took his hand and
pulled him into me. Our kiss this time lacked the ferocity of earlier.
This one was soft yet passionate, conveying all the love we had for one
another. Surprisingly, I didn't get hard again, and neither did he. We
gathered our things and headed back to the apartments, our arms comfortably
around each other. When we got to his door, I gave him a kiss on the
cheek, which he returned, before stepping inside. As expected, Alicia was
waiting, - I guess Anna was already in bed - and when she saw our wet
shorts, she looked surprised. Seeing her reaction, I answered her unasked
question.
"We decided to take a quick swim before coming back, since we were at
the pool anyway. We just figured that it was too much bother to come back
and get changed for a short swim, so we just went in as we were." She
shook her head and smiled at us.
"It looks like I now have TWO adolescents to worry about," she said,
with a chuckle. Then, more seriously. "How did everything go?" Despite
his wet attire, Asher went to his mother and wrapped his arms around her.
"I love you so much, Mom," he said. "I'm sorry that I didn't get the
courage to tell you and dad about me. Jack told me everything you told him
about finding that stuff on my computer, and I know now there were all
those times you and Dad tried to let me know that it would be OK if I told
you I'm gay. And thank you for letting Jack into my life. We had a long,
good talk, and I think I understand what it will take to build a good
relationship. And if I have any questions, I'm not afraid anymore to come
to you and Dad. You guys are the best parents any kid could have, gay or
straight." And he kissed her, and walked back to me, taking my hand.
Alicia smiled at us, as I decided I had better head out before dripping
more on her floor. I said my "good nights", gave Asher a quick kiss, with
a promise from him to join me on my shopping trip tomorrow, and headed back
to my apartment. It was late, and had been a long day for me, that had
started at 7:00 AM in Boston. The 5-hour flight had taken me across 4 time
zones, so even though the clock read 11:00 PM, to me, it felt like 3:00 AM.
Add to that the fact that it had been an emotionally heavy day for me - for
ALL of us - it was no wonder I was feeling exhausted. After adjusting the
a/c a little higher, I went into my bedroom and into the shower in the
adjoining bathroom. I quickly rinsed off, leaving my wet shorts hanging
over the curtain rod, dried off and stumbled to bed. I fell on top of the
covers, sleep taking precedence over my earlier need to cum, and was
quickly asleep.
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