Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2000 14:14:17 EDT
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: The Learning Season, Chapter 4

THE LEARNING SEASON - chapter 4 - by David MacMillan

Here's July's fix.  It's a bit sparse, I agree - but we did need to get a
feel of things going on in Rich's head before we went on.  For any of you
who just have to have a major dose of my writing (yeah - right!), I did
give you a double dose of Confessions of a Vampire in Scifi/fantasy -
chapters 3 AND 4.  Then too there's chapter 7 of Gut Feelings and chapter 2
of Learning To Fly that should be posted tomorrow.  And chapter 28 of
Growing Up Sexual is posted already.  So, enjoy.

For the Yanks among you, Happy 4th of July.

Dave MacMillan



Rich Dailey was awake as the night sky beyond the bedroom window slowly
began to turn into day.  He felt better than he could remember feeling as
he lay on the bed next to the man who, only yesterday, had just been his
best friend's father.  He chuckled at that to himself in the gathering
dawn.

Vic Marshall was a hell of a lot more than that now.  In a night that began
with fear and tension and ended with a stupor from more releases than he
thought a guy could have, Rich'd become Vic's lover and forgotten most of
his worries.  And Richard Dailey for one was willing to bet Vic was a
pretty damned good lover too, though he wasn't planning on doing any
comparison shopping any time soon.

Although it had to be more than just their coupling.  He wagged his head at
the word.  All right, fucking was a better description of what they'd done.
Or him getting porked.  Drilled even.  Whatever.  There had to be more than
just their sex to leave him feeling like he'd been feeling since that first
time - spent with Vic rolled off him, his cock so soft it slipped out of
his ass by itself.

It was Vic Marshall himself that had made it so - right.  The life force
that was the man.  Rich smiled as he accepted the knowledge and the
foundations that supported it.

He'd been dreaming of having Vic Marshall make love to him since - well,
whenever it'd started being sexual, it was a long time ago.  But Vic had
been there affecting him since the first time they'd met - and that was
forever.  Only, he hadn't understood it then.

And, even when he was beginning to understand what sex was all about, he
sure wasn't about to admit to himself Vic Marshall affected him that way.
Not with the queer-baiting that went on in school.  Not coupled with what
Ruby having Christie had meant for his social life.  Not with how Dave felt
about queers.  It had definitely been safer to think of Vic Marshall as a
stand-in dad and use him as a jerk-off fantasy.

Only, all that shit didn't matter - not any more.

He trusted Vic Marshall.  And he loved him.  Those were the things had made
last night so damned good.  Rich Dailey wasn't exactly sure how he knew
that, but he knew it nonetheless.  And accepted it.

It still amazed him what a hard cock up a guy's ass could do for him
though.  It sure as hell got a guy to grab for his cock and forget his
troubles - real fast.  Jesus!

Rich could afford to laugh at his old fears now.  So what if he was as
queer as a three dollar bill?  That was just another word--a silly damned
label.  He could handle that now there wasn't a gang of guys to hoot at him
anytime he walked down a hallway at school.  Or assholes deciding to beat
him up.  Or rape him because he was queer and liked dick.

But getting Vic's cock up his ass?

It'd hurt at first - but only until he got used to it being there, his body
learning to accommodate it.  After that, it was all heaven itself.  He
couldn't imagine any guy not wanting what he'd felt with Vic ploughing his
ass.  Girls sure as hell could understand.

He sat up carefully and, turning toward the weight beside him, gazed down
at Vic Marshall sleeping beside him.  He really is good looking, Rich told
himself.  And, unlike most guys his age; he's in good shape.  Damn good
shape in fact.

The way Rich saw it as the sky lightened beyond the window, any gay boy
ought to be proud as hell to have this man seen with him in public - and in
his bed sending him to heaven at night.  Or any other time, for that
matter.

He pushed the sheet gently down over Vic's body, looking at all of him.
The man was in good shape all right - whether twenty-four or forty-four.
But the stationary bicycle Vic gave an hour to every day explained that.
Or most of it.  He kept himself in shape.

There were all those salads and vegetables he remembered too.  In fact,
it'd been at Vic Marshall's table he'd seen his first fresh vegetable -
unless the occasional head of iceberg lettuce counted.  And all the damned
fruit Dave was so used to instead of candy when they were growing up.  So,
Vic Marshall ate right on top of exercising.

None of that explained what had gotten into him last night and kept him
half out of his mind with - well, desire.  And it didn't explain all those
fantasies he'd had down through the years.  So, it had to be more than just
Vic Marshall's body.  It also had to be more than just sex alone too.
After all, he'd managed to get through school without swinging on anybody's
cock.  Which led him right back to trust and love.

His eyes trailed down the sleeping man's body more carefully, searching for
something that would stand out, that would set him off again as it had the
night before.

"That damn thing!" he grunted softly to himself as he stared at Vic's
flaccid cock nestled in its bed of brown pubic hair.  He felt the desire
creeping over him and, grinning, accepted it, giving it its freedom.

Gingerly, he took it between his fingers and pulled the skin that
half-covered its head back onto its shaft.  He smiled as Vic's cock began
to grow slowly at his touch.  "It's fucking amazing what this little piece
of meat can do," he mumbled to himself.  It continued to grow, becoming
hard, and wasn't little any more.  Richard Dailey grinned widely and wasn't
surprised that he was hard himself.