Date: Thu, 28 May 2009 23:42:38 -0400
From: redassag00@aol.com
Subject: Big Dreams in a small town, Chapter 5

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional gay story depicting a homosexual
relationship between a young man and a boy, it is intended for adult
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To the readers of this story, its been a while eh?  I just haven't had the
time to get my creative juices flowing, but after talking to another author
who read my story and has encouraged me to continue, I am.  I'm really
rusty still from years of not writing, so please forgive me.

I appreciate all feed back and suggestions, as I still am unsure of what's
to happen, but please do not email me suggesting stories of snuff or force
of any sort

This story is dedicated to the T-Man...I love you, now and forever. I will
always remember you; will you remember me?

Chapter 5

After Gale took Sammy back to their home, reading him the riot act the
whole way, Rudder came up and nudged my hand. I looked at him smiling a
little as he begged me for attention.  I was sure he was hungry, so we made
our way into the kitchen.

"You hungry boy?"  I asked, opening the bag of kibble and depositing it
into his bowl. I then placed a wet can of dog food atop it, mixing the
contents as he thankfully dug in.  I know, spoiled rotten, but its good for
their digestion.

As Rudder dug into his supper I started to prepare mine. I removed some of
the chicken I bought at the market from the freezer and decided on some
fried chicken. I prepared the egg wash and flour, saturating each piece and
dusting it to perfection.  Just when I was about to fire up the stove, I
thought twice about stinking up the new house and decided to rummage for my
fryer instead.

I walked into the dining area, pillaged through boxes and looked for the
object of my desire. It didn't take too long, after opening up one of the
many boxes marked "Kitchen" with my sloppy handwriting, she stared up at me
and I smiled confidently to myself.

"Looks like dinners gonna be good tonight!" I said to Rudder, who merely
ignored me, too immersed in his own meal to care. I shrugged, laughing a
little.

After extracting the fryer from it's box and making my way outside, I made
quick work of hooking up the propane tank and walked back inside just long
enough to grab a fresh beer and the bottle of peanut oil I had under my
sink.

I deposited the oil, turned up the flame to a good height, and took a seat
in an errant lawn chair. The cold beer in my hand felt good, and after
popping it open and taking a huge swig, it made me feel pretty damn good
too.

Just as I began to remark at the sun set and the thankfully more bearable
temperature, Rudder made his escape from the house to solicit attention. I
gazed at his chin, still wet from the water he had doubtlessly just drank,
and rubbed the top of his head lazily.

"I think we're about ready." I remarked to Rudder, as the sound of the
popping oil became more apparent. I stood to walk inside, grabbing a second
beer and the chicken, and exited just as quickly to drop it into the fryer
basket and await my dinner.

"Whatcha cookin?"

The voice startled me.  It was Gale, closing her sliding door and stepping
out.  Our houses were connected as duplex, but there was a chain link fence
that split the backyard in half. It was one of the reasons I bought the
place, making sure Rudder had a place to run around and not have to worry
about neighbors complaining about him being in their yard.

"Oh! Hey, you startled me!  I'm just making some chicken, you want some?"

Gale snickered a little, "I remember eating weird hours in school.  When
you have a kid, you need to feed them at semi-regular times." Gale smiled
and leaned against the chain link fence, looking at me with a gentle
expression.

"Oh yeah." I said sheepishly, feeling a little silly frying chicken at 8:30
at night.

"This isn't too noisy is it?"  I asked, not wanting to offend my new
neighbor.

"No not at all!" Gale said, twirling her hair.

"I just wanted to come out and get some fresh air.  Sammy is in the bath so
I have a little time to myself.  Not easy when you have a kid all the time
running around the house ya know."

I smiled understandingly, in France this summer, Florian was all over the
place non stop. I felt grateful to have even a moment of peace, although I
never minded.

I knew the chicken was about done, so I took the lid off and lifted the
basket out of the fryer. As I figured, the chicken was perfect. I was a
pretty good cook if I did say so myself.

"Sure you don't want some?" I offered.

Gale smiled and declined.  I shook the basket's contents onto a waiting
plate and bent over to turn the burner off. Right then, I heard the sliding
door open.  It was Sammy, in a large t-shirt.

"Hi Robbie!" he exclaimed, without an ounce of shyness about him.

His hair was wet and stuck to his head, and you could tell he just got out
of the bath.

"Samuel don't you dare step out here! Get your feet back inside before you
track mud all over my new carpet! In, In, in!"

I felt myself caught between awe and amusement. I couldn't help but stare
at the boy, I wasn't sure if he was saying hi because he was a friendly kid
by nature, or he wanted to see what his Mom was up to. Maybe he was
jealous, or maybe he was starved for attention? Then I figured it could
very well just be the beer and I needed to stop.

Sheepishly, I smiled at him. I could tell he was embarrassed as a red
cheeked Sammy disappeared inside.

Gale looked at me with a tired expression.

"New house, gotta keep it nice.  You'll understand when you have kids one
day."

"Or a roommate" I countered, wondering if I was going to stay here
alone. Financially I could, but maybe it would be less isolated if I shared
my home with another person.

Gale smiled and winked, "enjoy your supper."

I stared after her as she went inside, leaving me to my thoughts and to my
plate of chicken. After going back inside and grabbing my beer, I sat down
at my dinner table and fished my baked potato from the microwave. Dinner
was good but lonely. I couldn't help but think about Sam or Sammy, as his
Mom called him. I hadn't even noticed that I had already finished my meal,
when I stared down with a slightly disappointed expression. I sighed,
shrugging to myself, and carried my plate to the sink to wash it up.

I opened another beer and returned to the back porch to sit and stare at
the stars in the sky, trying to empty my mind of Sammy by thinking about
summer classes that I should take, if I wanted to graduate on time. I heard
Sammy's screen door open, and the familiar sound of a lighter. As the smell
of cigarettes filled my nose, I decided to make myself known.

"Late night smoke?"  I asked.  This time, it was her that was startled.

"Uh, yeah.  I'm trying to quit, but the move and stuff, I'm stressed.
Sammy hates it, and as far as he knows, I quit a while back."

I nodded knowingly, "your secret is safe with me."

I took a swig of my beer and started feeling the effect of the alcohol.  I
probably should have waited until I had food in my stomach before having so
many.

We made idle chat, covering everything from the neighborhood to the
challenges of moving, and as soon as I finished my beer I stood up.

"Gale, I think we're gonna be great neighbors" I said, my voice a little
slurred.

"Just tell me if you need anything, or if I'm too loud, or whatever..." My
voice trailed off.

Gale smiled and snubbed out her smoke.

"I think we'll be okay, just let me know if Sammy gets in your way, okay?
He's looking for a friend, but I don't expect you to go out of your way."

What the hell was that supposed to mean?  My head was dizzy as I tried to
walk and what blood remained inside it drained quickly.

"I'm sure it'll be fine" I tried to ease whatever she was worried about,
which was far beyond my logic at this point.

I ambled into the house and shut the door, Rudder had already gone to bed,
curled up next to mine on the floor. He regarded me sleepily as I walked
in, returning his head to the floor and closing his eyes tight once more. I
took off all of my clothes and got into bed, crisp clean sheets surrounding
me and lulling me into a deep sleep.

As I slept, my dreams were random.  Dreams of Sammy, the boy I barely knew,
danced in my mind. A combination of my own fantasies mixed with stories I
had read on nifty had me tossing and turning.  I woke to the feel of a wet
nose on my face, Rudder ready to go outside and the morning hour having
arrived much too quickly for my tastes.

It took me a moment to realize that I had a huge erection, most likely from
the dreams that I had experienced. I sighed and rolled over, when I found
my eyes jerking open from feeling something clammy against me. I actually
had a wet dream!  Something I hadn't experienced since I was fourteen!  I
groaned and got up, reached for a clean pair of shorts, and then let Rudder
out.

I decided to take a bath, so I started filling the tub. I placed a towel
close by and I grabbed a sports magazine to read while I soaked.  When the
tub was filled, I eased in and tried to calm myself from the dreams of the
previous evening. Why was I obsessing over this kid?  I just met him, he'll
probably ignore me after a few weeks.  My mind drifted and my cock was hard
again, the image of his face and his body in that night shirt was
intoxicating. I reached down and idly stroked it, my lips found themselves
whispering his name, "Sammy..."

I felt my cock stiffen. I stroked faster as I wondered how the boy looked
without any clothes. Was he circumcised? Was he a grower or a shower?  My
thoughts drove me over the edge as my orgasm overtook me.  I thrust my hips
out of the water and squirted eight large globs of cum, the first one
splattering my chin, and the remainder falling all over my chest and
stomach. I fell back into the water and felt foolish, looking around and
feeling disgusted with myself.

"Fuck" I murmured. I stood up and turned the shower on.



To be continued