Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2011 10:38:51 -0400
From: wild wing <wildwing66@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jason's Dilemma   -  Chapter four

It wasn't a good week.  I was full of apprehension wondering how Jason was
progressing.  I kept telling myself that he was only a boy and life would
go on should he never return.  Every time I thought it I knew I was kidding
myself.  Jason had become an integral part of my existence.

I had asked him to give me a call after he spoke to his father.  By
Thursday the call still hadn't come and I found myself pacing the floor.
Either he's coming or he's not, I oversimplified.  As it turned out I was
only partially correct.  The call came Friday evening.

"I can come tomorrow," he began.

I felt my spirits soar!

"My dad wants to come too, okay?"

I was taken aback and became flustered.  "Is......is he upset?" I probed.

"Nah.  He's fine.  I did what you said to do and I explained all the stuff
to him.  He's going to help me with mom!  I'll explain everything when we
get there.  All right?"

I started to relax again.  "That's fine," I agreed.  "We'll see you
tomorrow then."  The conversation soon ended and I was left contemplating
the purpose of the visit.

It was with a pounding heart that I opened the door to the two of them the
next morning.

I was relieved when Mike began by sticking out his hand and grinning, "It's
nice to see you again Ben."

I showed them to my seats on the dock.  Jason, smartly dressed in a red
shirt, sat on the edge of his seat and clasped his hands.  I tried to read
his mood but found it difficult.

"Would you like a coffee?" I offered.  I retrieved a fresh pot with two
cups on a tray with a soda for Jason.

There were few pleasantries.  Mike did not mince words and soon got right
to the point.

"Jason has told me many times just how much he enjoys being in your company
Ben.  It seems the two of you have a lot in common."

"Your son is a wonderful polite young man.  He's a delight to have around,"
I replied.

Mike's tone turned even more serious.  "You know when Jason first started
coming here I was very concerned that you might take advantage of him.
He's assured me over and over that my fears are groundless.  I trust my boy
and now I trust you.  I want to apologize for thinking differently."

I could feel the relief as I savoured his words.  Jason was smiling broadly
now, nodding his head up and down as his dad spoke.

"My son did a very brave thing this week," he continued.  "He told me he's
gay.  He said it was your idea that he tell me."

"We did discuss it," I admitted.

"Strangely his willingness to tell me made the two of us closer.  I thank
you for that.  I suspected for some time that he was gay so it came as no
surprise.  I want to reassure you that I know you had nothing to do with
his orientation.  It was nature's choice and I just want him to accept
himself and be happy."

His words were such a welcome relief that I felt myself losing my
composure.  I steeled myself in an attempt to keep the tears from falling.

"Jason and I have decided to face a family problem together.  My wife lives
in a different world.  She's old school.  She believes that scripture is
the infallible word of God.  She believes that one chooses to be gay and
that a little prayer will set things right.  She means well but she's
obstinate in such matters.  I don't mind admitting that my marriage is in
some trouble.  In the meantime Jason can keep coming here and I'll cover
for him the best I can.  Jason knows that eventually the two of us will
have to face the music."

I thanked Mike profusely and assured him that if I could assist him in any
way I was available.  He in turn thanked me again and then excused himself
allowing Jason to stay the rest of the day.

As soon as his father drove away the tears of relief began to cascade down
both of our faces.  Jason rushed into my arms and we instinctively sought
out each other's lips.

"I love you Ben!" he cried.

"Let's face it kid," I responded, "I've fallen in love with you too."

We went back to passionate kissing.  Although both Jason and I recognized
that more problems lay ahead we felt that for the moment at least we had a
new mandate to work with.

A clap of thunder interrupted us.  The heavens soon began to drench the
warm earth and hiking was out of the question.

I assumed that Jason, like all twelve year olds, was addicted to video
games and I showed him how to access them on the computer.  I found a seat
on my couch and buried my nose in a good book.  It wasn't long before he
appeared at the door looking quite bored.  He'd made a corporate decision
and doffed his clothes.  I decided not to make a fuss over his nudity.  Now
he stood there in a provocative pose, or so it seemed to me, just inches
from my head.  It seemed he loved to be visually inspected and I didn't
disappoint him.

"Watcha reading?" he grinned.


I told him, "I'm reading a book by my favourite Canadian author, Dermot
Clark.  It's called "Let Wolves Run Free."

"What's it about?"

I explained, "It's the story of a young man who is obsessed with wolves,
who sets out on his own and lives among them in the far north to prove that
these magnificent animals do not deserve world wide condemnation and
extermination."

"Cool!  It sounds like a great book," he grinned.  "Would you read it to me
please?"

I could never remember ever reading a book to someone else in my life.  I
thought about it just for a moment before I figured that it might be fun.
"Sure," I replied.

He positioned himself on the couch beside me.  My free arm wrapped around
his waist and my hand rested on his stomach dangerously close to his
boyhood.  He didn't object and I admittedly loved the thrill of his
closeness.

I turned back to chapter one and began the story anew.  He placed his head
on my side and began to follow the words as I read them.  When I reached
the bottom of the page he knew I had no free hands and he turned the page
for me.

I found myself becoming one with the characters.  We were soon whisked to
northern Canada and our emotions began to ebb and flow in cadence with the
events of the tale.  The mood was only momentarily broken when Jason would
pose a question of discovery.  The reading was a delightful experience and
time melted away.

Before we knew it we had completed five chapters.  The rain had ceased and
the sun was working hard to brighten the day.

"That's a lot of reading we've done," I remarked.  "Isn't that enough for
now?"

Jason mused, "What a lucky man!  I'd love to go up north to study wolves
like that."

"Perhaps one day you'll have the opportunity to travel into the
wilderness."

"I sure hope so," he sighed.

"Look," I encouraged, "the sun is coming out.  Why don't we take Molly for
a walk?"

Jason didn't stir.  He took another big sigh and stated, "Nah, not today."
He turned his head towards me before continuing.  "I'm so happy just being
here with you.  I was so scared last week.  I thought I might get banned
from coming here ever again."

I quietly put the book down and said nothing.  I kissed him gently on the
cheek before he rested his head on my chest.  I wrapped my second arm
around him securing him firmly in place.  We lay there for a considerable
time luxuriating in each other's presence.  Eventually I realized that one
hand had slipped a little and now the back of it was resting up against his
erection.  I was contemplating moving my hand to safer ground when Jason
looked up again.

"You can hold it if you want," he uttered quietly.

This was wrong I reasoned.  Especially considering the trust that Mike King
had so recently placed in me.  My hand admittedly remained frozen in place
as I debated my next move.

Sensing my hesitation Jason placed his hand on top of mine.  Taking a firm
grip he guided my fingers to his swollen boyhood.  I did not resist.  As a
final touch he squeezed my fingers to assure that my hold was strong.  I
allowed my hand to linger there a moment.  His flesh was delicious.  Then
with willpower that surprised me I was able to move my hand away.  Jason
immediately looked up at me.  There was a look of panic in his eyes.

"Are you mad at me now Ben?" he murmured nervously.

I smiled and replied, "Not at all Jason."

He relaxed a little and then explained, "I was kinda hoping you would jerk
me off.......or something."

I stroked his cheek lovingly and responded, "Now isn't the time Jason.
You're too young and we promised your dad we would behave ourselves."

Jason rested his head on me once more and contemplated for some time before
he muttered, "You're right."

"I just remembered I've got a couple of rib eyes that need grilling on the
barbeque.  Are you hungry?"

"You bet.  I love steak," he said.

We extricated ourselves from the couch and I set about preparing the meal.
I made a delicious Caesar salad, fried up some more boletes and put the
steaks on the grill.  Jason got dressed and took Molly for a short walk.

As we munched we contemplated the future.  Eventually the conversation
drifted back to Dermot and his adventures.

"I'd love to go canoeing one day," he enthused.

"Well that one's easy," I offered.  "I haven't used it for a while but I
have a big red canoe stored in the crawl space under the cabin."

"Really?" he gushed.  "Cool!"

I pulled down a framed topographical map of the area that I had hanging on
the wall.  We excitedly reviewed the local rivers and lakes that we could
visit.

"Can we stay on one of the lakes overnight?  We might see a wolf or
something," he enthused.

"Hmmm," I queried, "how do we explain that one to your mother?"

Turning instantly sullen he muttered, "Oh yeah, I forgot."

That was as close as we came all day to discussing the dark cloud that
still hung over both of us.  It was later than it should have been when
Jason gave me one last hug and turned homeward.