Date: Thu, 06 May 2004 21:44:52 +0000
From: David Lundquist <davidi50@hotmail.com>
Subject: Are you Gay, part 6

Are you Gay, Part 6

By David Lundquist, davidi50@hotmail.com


A lot more sober I turned off the water and went to dry myself. Peter
followed me with a happy dreamy grin on his face. He did dry himself off
though and put on his clothes. Dressed we joined his parents at the terrace
and went to the car.

The clock being only half past three, we decided to have a light lunch in
town. Peter's father was in the generous corner, and invited us for lunch at
the Laholmen Hotel.

We had a delicious seafood lunch with a bottle of wonderful Chablis by the
big windows looking out over the harbor. Sailing boats glided past over the
sapphire blue water in the light breeze, their white sails reflected in the
water. The sun shining on the water transformed it to beaten silver. It was
stunningly beautiful.

Well fortified we drove home. I was dozy and went to my room for a nap
before dinner. Peter had some unfinished business with his friend Ole, and
ran over to his place.

I woke up at 7 o'clock, dozy from the long nap. I washed my face and went
out on the deck. The rest of the family was there, waiting for me.

But then my plans were turned upside down. I got a phone from my office. One
of our clients had been stopped by the police suspected of driving under
influence of alcohol, and they wanted me at the office the next morning.
Well, how long was Adam in Paradise?

I told Peter and his parents that I had to leave early next morning for the
capital. His parents thought it was just too bad, but understood that my
work had to have priority. But Peter was devastated. His always happy face
just crumpled, and he turned around with tears running down his face and ran
up to his room. The door slammed shut after him.

His mother looked after him with a confused face. "What's wrong with him?"
She started up the stairs after him.

"Let the boy be." His father told her.

"But, but... what's the matter?" she turned back down the stairs.

"I'll try to explain you later. Now we better let him be for the time being.
Come, let's have a drink before dinner." He led us out on the terrace.

We sipped our drinks in silence, I guess we all had enough with our own
thoughts.

Peter's mother sat down her drink and went out on the kitchen. Peter's
father and I sat in silence for still some time.

"He's very found of you, you know." His father said at last.

"Yes, I know." I answered very quiet, with downcast eyes.

"You do care for him, don't you?" he asked me suddenly.

"Yes, I do. Very much." I answered honestly, I felt inside me that this was
not the time to tell lies.

"Please be kind to him. You will that, yes?" he took hold of my face and
looked directly in my eyes.

"Yes, I promise." I answered.

"Ok, that's good enough for me. Enough of this, let me refresh you drink."

The rest of the time before Peter's mother called us in to the dinner, we
discussed my client and his case.

Peter came down to dinner and sat quietly eating with us. His face was
freshly scrubbed and dried. But his eyes were red, and he looked down on his
plate most of the dinner, not saying much.  His mood affected the rest of
us, and it was a quiet and sober dinner.

After dinner the grownups had coffee and avec on the deck, watching the
sunset together. Peter went inside to watch a TV program.

The talk on the deck was slow and thoughtful. Peter's mother did not mention
Peter and his mood, but it was clearly in the air.

At half past eleven Peter came out on the deck telling us that he went to
bed. He came over to me and gave me a long hug in case he was not up when I
left in the morning. I hugged him closely back. His parents suddenly both
had an errand inside the house, letting us alone on the deck.

"Can I see you in the city?" Peter asked me.

"Sure, your parents want me to help you out with things, you know......"

"Cool! I cannot wait!" he whispered to me and bit my earlobe, the good old
humor returning too his eyes. "Good night and bye for now!" he placed a big
sloppy wet kiss on my mouth, and ran inside the house.

I sat by myself on the deck, with very funny feelings in my body. I did not
know what to think about it all, and about his parent's attitude to our
relationship. It was very confusing.

His parents came out on the deck. We sat on the terrace in the dwindling
light, quietly talking about this and that. Half past twelve we decided that
it was time to turn in. Saying good night to them before they went into
their own bathroom on the ground floor, I went up the stairs to my (that is
Peter's brother's) room and the boys' bathroom. I urinated, washed my hands
and brushed my teeth, and went into my room, closing the door after me. I
undressed in the half-light from the window and threw back the comforter
before laying down.

Peter was in the bed. He was on his stomach, sleeping soundly. And he was
naked. I caught my breath, and stopped dead in my tracks. In the half-light
from the window the contours of his body were soft and smooth. I stood there
looking at him for a minute or two. He was just too beautiful not to. His
skin glowed in the half-light, his muscles relaxed and his body so smooth.

I was trying to decide what to do, to wake him up and tell him to go to his
own room. My dick decided for me, stiffening rapidly. I hurriedly lay down
beside him and cowered us with the comforter. His body was so warm,
radiating heat. I hugged him and let his body heat warm my body. I pressed
my hard dick against his hip. Good feelings flowing out in my body.

He mumbled something incomprehensible, turned over against me and opened his
eyes, looking straight into mine.

"Do you know where you are?" I whispered to him.

"Yes, in you bed, naked together with you!" he grinned like a satisfied cat.

"Should you not go to your own bed?" I asked him hypothetically.

"No. I intend to sleep with you tonight." He pressed a hard dick against my
stomach and moaned.

I hugged and kissed him on his cheek.

"You are such an old lady!" he laughed, and kissed me hard on my mouth, his
tongue pressing in between my teeth.

I felt the heat rise in my body, and I kissed him hard back, humping him
with my hard dick.

He let go of my face and slid down my body, his mouth leaving a wet trail
down my chest and then my stomach. I felt him taking hold of my dick, then
it was engulfed of something wet and warm. He had taken me into his mouth. I
had planned to take the initiative this time too, teaching him how boys
love. But the warm hot feeling of my dick in his mouth made me forget
everything. I lay back in the bed, just enjoying his tongue sliding over the
head of my dick. While he sucked me hard, he masturbated me at the same
time. It was so sexy, and very soon I hissed that he better let it be if he
did not want to swallow tons of cum.

I pooped out of his mouth, and he rose up on his elbow and masturbated my
wet dick hard. In just a couple of seconds I cum hard. My breath hissed
between my teeth, and rope after rope of cum spurted out of me.

My body sank back on the bed. Peter let go of my dick. His hand was wet with
my cum. He looked me into my eyes and licked it clean, before laying down on
the bed beside me.

"Suck me wile you finger fuck me!" He demanded.

It was nothing I wanted more. I slid my body down in the bed and took hold
of his hard dick. I pressed my lips together and forced my mouth down on his
dick. My lips peeled back his foreskin, and the soft-hard head crept into my
mouth. I sucked hard on it, and he started moaning. I wet my finger, then
slowly pressing it inside him. He moaned again, loader now.

I had to admit it, I just loved sucking on this dick. It was just the right
size for my mouth, I could take the whole dick in my mouth without gagging
too much, and he was so hard and so horny. His moaning was so sexy, and the
smooth body I caressed added to it. He even smelled good, and the few black
hairs he had on his pubes was soft and nice to my skin.

He was very much fired up, and after just 5 minutes or so his moaning got
loader and loader. His body started shaking, then his convulsing dick
emptied a fair amount of cum in my mouth. I swallowed his load, and sucked
him empty before he showed my head off him.

I let go of his dick and lay down beside him. He was warm and sweaty, but it
was a happy sweat, smelling good. He laid his head on my shoulder and hugged
me closely. His warm breath caressed my chest.

"David, do you like me?" he whispered.

"Yes. Peter. I like you very much."

"I think I love you." He whispered back.

"Shhh! Don't say that. You're to young to love!"

"I'm not! I love you! Like it or not, I love you." He pressed his head down
on my shoulder and caressed my head with his hand.

We did not say anything for a few minutes. I could feel the sleep slowly
creeping in over me. Peter's breathing started to get deeper and deeper.

"You better go back to your own room before you fall asleep." I whispered in
his hair.

"No. I will stay with you tonight."

"You cannot! What if your parents find you in my bed?" I hissed back.

"Dad knows." Peter quietly said.

"Your dad knows?"

"Yes, I asked him what he would say if I slept with you in your bed
tonight."

"And...?"

"He said it was up to me to decide, and that he would not say anything to
mom if I did."

I could not say anything to that. But the pieces fell in place. Peter's dad
was not stupid, he understood what was going on in his own house between his
son and his "adopted" son.

My eyes filled with tears, and I stared to cry. I tried to make it
soundless, but Peter of course noticed it. He just hugged me hard,
whispering over and over again in my ear that he was very fond of me.

My sobbing died down. I was very very happy that I had so very generous
friends. With the thought that I had to prove that I was worth their trust,
I fell asleep with Peter's warm breath on my chest.


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