Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 23:00:21 -0800
From: garystratford@yahoo.com
Subject: Part 5 - Lively Boys - The morning after the night before

Lively Boys
[Part 5 - Lively Boys - The morning after the night before]

****

They are wrong!  The 'THEY' to whom I am referring is society at large or
at least those who tell you and try to convince you that boys are not wired
differently than girls.  Science and anthropology combine to reaffirm that
even after all of the years humans have been on this earth boys are
different from girls in virtually all aspects as a general rule of thumb.
No matter how society tries to engineer them, boys will always be the rough
and tumble, aggressive, playful, and even sexually curious little creatures
I find very attractive to be around.

Boys, yes even those staunchly heterosexual ones, will on average say yes
to a blowjob from another boy or even a man if they know they will not be
publicly embarrassed for receiving it.  A smaller number will even allow
you to touch, caress, lick and even fuck their precious little asses.  A
larger percentage will allow you to touch them to include touching their
penises.  Most crave the physical attention and contact of other males
(boys and more so of men).  Their desire to be accepted as a man is so
ingrained that a few will submit to almost any type of test or ritual in
order to gain that acceptance - even if there is a lot of discomfort and
some pain.

This story segment depicts such interaction.

This story depicts the sexual activity between an adult male and an
underage boy.  If you aren't supposed to be reading this type of story,
then stop.  Otherwise enjoy what you read.

Please let me know what you think (garystratford@yahoo.com).

Gary - older male Lucas - 13 almost 14 year old boy

*****

...This time he leaned down and kissed me full on the lips.  I kissed him
back and felt his tongue swipe into my mouth and across my tongue.  He
swiped along my tongue for several seconds.  Then he pulled back and sat
up, his butt on my lower abdomen.

He smiled at me.  He was mashing his tongue around in his mouth for a few
seconds.  "Hmm, I taste a bit different than you for sure.  There was more
right?  It felt like more came out."  He said.

I nodded.

He cocked his head.  "Uncle Gary, I am starving, can we get something to
eat?"

I laughed.  "Sure thing.  Just let me up and I will go fix some breakfast.
Eggs and toast to start?"  I asked.

He rubbed his belly, "That should get things started."


***** Part 5 - Lively Boys - The morning after the night before


"Before I make you some breakfast, let me get a better look at your ass to
make sure there is no permanent damage."  I stated.

Lucas kind of smirked, with one of those half sideways semi-grin/grimaces
and nodded as he sighed.  "Yeah, probably need to make sure I am not
damaged too bad back there."  He confirmed and slugged me in the upper arm
again.

"Ouch."  I said, rubbing my arm.

Lucas laughed.  "Yeah, sure complain, why don't you.  Let me fuck you
roughly in the ass and then tell me which hurts more."  He said.

I looked straight into his eyes and said.  "Anytime you want to, you can
have my ass."  I said.

Lucas blushed and giggled.  "Nah, not now, I am too hungry.  Besides, not
gay, remember?"

I laughed and said.  "Okay, lay down and let me have a look."

Lucas lay down on the bed and hiked his hips up like a good bottom boy
would do, but I decided not to let him know that was what it appeared he
was doing.  I turned on the lamp to get some more light.  I leaned in and
spread his butt cheeks to get a better look.  I noticed that his anus was
purple and dark red in places and there was one little tear along one of
the ridges of muscle.  Not a deep or long tear, but one that was
noticeable.  Heck any doctor who took a look at him would definitely ask
him what it was he shoved up there to cause the damage.

I leaned back and said.  "Well, Lucas, um, I really am sorry I was so
rough.  I doubt there is any permanent damage, but I bruised you a bit and
there is a spot where you might still feel a tinge of pain when you poop or
when you wipe and you might see a small amount of blood after you wipe.
However, I will give you some more of that cream and will put some more on
you after you take another shower."

He flopped over onto his back and looked up at the ceiling.  "Ya know, you
could have gone just a little easier on me because you loved me."  He
stated.

I nodded.  "Yes, you are definitely correct.  However, you would not give
me the keys and I was so aggravated, even a bit angry."  I said then
cheaply continued with "Besides, I gave you the opportunity to leave me at
the front door."

Lucas set his lower jaw firmly and narrowed his eyes again.  "Okay.  I will
give you that one bit.  Just promise me you will take it easy on me next
time."  As soon as the words 'next time' left his mouth he blushed and
looked at me with wide eyes.  He stammered, "whaaa, whaaa, whaaaatt, I
meant to say is 'If you were to ever have the opportunity to do that to me
again', oh shit, oops, I mean, um, um,"

I put my hand on his hip closest to me and tried to calm him, "Shhhh,
Lucas.  Don't worry.  I won't ever do that again unless you want me to and
I will be as gentle as humanly possible.  However, don't think you have to
ever let me do it or ever think it means you are gay.  Okay?"

He blushed and nodded his head, sat up and hugged me.  "You are the best."

I hugged him back.  "Thanks.  I love you."  I said.

I got up from the bed and suggested he take another quick shower and dry
off while I got some breakfast going.  Lucas agreed and hopped off of the
bed and bounded into the bathroom.  I heard the water running as I headed
into the kitchen, snagging my sweat pants on the way.

I started some coffee and washed my hands.  I pulled some bacon out of the
fridge and started it cooking and set about peeling some potatoes and
chopping some onions and peppers.  I kept thinking about Lucas and how much
he and Jennifer meant to me.  I looked up at the ceiling and thought how
lucky I was to have them in my life and also how grateful I was that Lucas
had forgiving me so readily.

Soon this damp headed sexy 13 year old with puffy nipples was standing next
to me.  "Smells delicious Uncle Gary."  He said as he hugged me.

I hugged him close and kissed the top of his freshly washed head.  "So do
you." I said.

He just shook his head.

I plated the food, poured some coffee for me and juice for both of us and
joined Lucas at the table.  He tore into the food at a savage pace.  "Whoa,
slow down.  It is not running away, you know."  I said.

Lucas finished chewing the mouthful and chased it down with a big gulp of
juice.  He burped and chuckled.  "Just really hungry.  Worked up an
appetite."  He said.

I smiled and nodded.

"So um, Uncle Gary, do you remember my dad?"  Lucas asked.

Lucas was very young when Craig died.  Some would argue and I would agree
with them that it was so unfair.

I took a swig of coffee and wiped my lips with my napkin.  I nodded.  "Yes,
Lucas.  I remember your dad.  He was a great guy."  I said.

Lucas nodded, "I guess so, but I don't remember him at all.  What was he
like?"

"Well.  He was a hard worker and a pretty dedicated dad.  He willingly
served his country very honorably."  I said.

"Yeah, but what else?"  Lucas pressed.

"Lucas, your dad was one of those easy to get to know type of guys.  He
also was non-judgmental and that helped a lot because he accepted me for
being me and he did not get all bent out of shape that your mom had this
guy who was a good friend.  Even being gay doesn't just automatically let
you off the hook as far as someone being jealous."  I said and then
continued.  "He was an overall good person.  Taller than me and I think you
inherited his cute backside."  I paused, smiled and winked at Lucas.

Lucas leaned his head back, rolled his eyes and said, "Geez, enough with
the butt comments."  He giggled and blushed.

"Hey, I am just letting you know what I thought about your dad.  Overall,
him not being here anymore just makes the world a sadder place.  If you end
up being anywhere near as great a guy as he was, the world will be a much
brighter place."  I finished.  I then looked at the clock.  "Finish your
breakfast and let me put some of that cream on your ass, so you can start
to heal up really well and you can give me a hand tidying up the place
before you need to go home."

Lucas looked at me and cocked his head to the side and said "Gee, Uncle
Gary, why do Iiiii need to help pick up the place?  After all it is really
your fault it got messed up and all."  He asked rather bluntly.

I chuckled, "Fair enough, would you still help me pick up the stuff?  You
had to have had some fun last night and or this morning, at least enough
that you feel motivated enough to lend a hand."  I countered.

Lucas chuckled some more.  "Yeah, I did enjoy some things."  He said and
finished the remaining bites of food, washed it all down with the rest of
his juice and then took his dishes to the sink.

I followed him to the sink and leaned over and kissed him on the top of the
head.  He rubbed the back of his head against my abdomen.  "Thanks, love
ya."  He said as he put his dishes in the sink.

He marched back into the bedroom and slid off his pants and briefs to bare
his ass for me to be able to access it and apply the cream.  I whistled as
I walked into my bedroom and saw his bare butt greeting me.  I slapped his
butt cheeks playfully.

"Hey there, no playing around.  Fix me up so I don't hurt so badly."  He
admonished.

I rubbed some of the cream on his ass and massaged it in, lingering a
little bit.  Maybe a bit too long as it drew some additional commentary
from Lucas.  "No playing back there."

"I am just making sure the cream gets evenly and thoroughly applied."  I
responded.  "There, finished.  Get dressed while I take a shower.

I went into the bathroom, decided to shave.  I washed my face and then
lathered up.  I was prepping my razor by running it under the hot water.  I
finished and then stood there staring at myself in the mirror.  "What are
you doing?  Are boys like Lucas your thing now?"  I asked myself in a
whisper.  I had never given it much thought, maybe it was a fluke, but the
more I thought about Lucas all I could think of were ways in which his sexy
body and mine could be mashed together grinding out orgasm after orgasm.
In my mind, the boy, Lucas himself was becoming my ideal lover.  This
thought was accentuated by the amazingly hard erection I currently sported,
almost painful.

I tried to clear my head, Lucas was the first boy I had been with who was
younger than me.  All of the guys in my life, sexually speaking, had been
close to my age or older up to the this point and they had all been over 18
when I was over 18.  Heck, even the young stud who was in that room at the
prostitute 'friend' of Brad's that night over a dozen years ago in Germany,
was legal.  He looked very young, like me and we had a blast, but he was
legal.

I sighed and just shook my head to clear my thoughts.  I finished shaving
and then climbed into the shower.  I soaped up and rinsed, exiting the
shower squeaky clean.

I dried off and went into my bedroom and the first thing I noticed was the
bed was made and the dirty laundry was no longer in a pile on the floor.
The room also smelled fresher, missing was that aroma of sex and in this
case newly fucked boy ass (something I realized I really enjoyed smelling).
I chuckled, Lucas must have tidied up.

I grabbed some clothes and dressed.  As I wandered down the hall towards
the kitchen and living room, I noticed it was not in the same state of
disarray it had been earlier.  'How long had I been in the shower?' I
thought to myself and also 'Lucas is quite the special young man.'  I then
realized I heard voices coming from the living room.

I entered the living room and I wish I could tell you I acted like a
perfect gentleman.  Nope, not going to lie to you.  Not trying to justify
my behavior, but upon seeing Robbie in the living room, sitting there on
the couch chatting with Lucas seemed to irritate me bit.  Robbie got up off
the couch as soon as I entered the room and stood there looking at me.

Lucas jumped up off the couch and was the first to speak.  "Uncle Gary,
look who stopped by to say hello.  It is Mr. Manchester.  He was at the
party last night and as I recall you two know each other from way back,
cool that he stopped by, huh?"

Cool was not the word that came first to mind.  Yes, I was glad to see
Robbie, just as glad as I was to see him last night.  However, the
realization that he was married was so overwhelming last night and today
that I wasn't happy.  Frustrated, angry, sad, heart broken, many other
things, but not happy.  I gathered myself and asked Lucas "Do you know why
I left the party last night?"  I said a little heatedly.

Before Lucas could answer, it was Robbie who spoke.  He put a hand on
Lucas' shoulder and took a step towards me.  "Gary, I apologize for causing
a scene last night.  Lucas doesn't need to hear why you hate me at the
moment.  You also should direct your anger and frustration at me instead of
him."

Kind of took the wind out of my sails.  He was right, I had no business
being angry at all with Lucas.  I focused on Lucas.  "Hey Lucas, why don't
you head for home and let your mom know I will stop by for dinner later
this evening as she asked."  I directed.

Lucas looked at me and shook his head.  'Not this again' was all I that
went through my mind.  I was about to order him home again when Robbie
spoke again.  "Gary, look at me.  Jennifer and my wife Janice are over at
your mom's for some tea.  They thought it would be a good thing for you and
I to have a chance to talk.  Jennifer just left and young Lucas here
convinced her he would have a better time with the two guys instead of with
all of the women."

I scratched my head and ran my hand down my face, sighed deeply.  "What?"

Lucas jumped right in.  "Yeah, Uncle Gary, just the guys here hanging out
ya know.  Besides, even I get tired of 'Is this your cute little man' and
all of that blah, blah, talk.  After all, maybe you need me for moral
support?"

This drew looks from both Robbie and me.  "Why would I need moral support?"
I asked.

Lucas looked at me and at Robbie and then back at me.  "Welllll, um, you
two seem to have some sort of history and you, Uncle Gary," he paused
pointing at me then continued, "seemed to be hurt and even angry.
Especially after he showed up last night."

Damn, Lucas was more in the loop that I had wished him to be at the moment.
"Yes, your point?"  I asked slightly perturbed.

"Um, well, my point was that it is less likely the two of you will get into
a physical fight or something else like, um, um," Lucas blushed deeply as
he stammered and searched for something to complete his thought.  Both
Robbie and I looked at each other and then at Lucas questioningly.

Robbie spoke first, "Well, Lucas don't worry.  We won't get into a fight or
do anything that might not be appropriate for you to witness."  He assured
Lucas.  Then looked at me and asked.  "So, how much history does young
master Lucas know?"

I shrugged my shoulders and Lucas interjected.  "Guys, let's just say I
know the two of you used to be boyfriends, but now you," he paused and
pointed at Robbie then continued, "are married to a woman and Gary isn't
different than, um, he was before, um, well last night."  This time even
Lucas' scalp blushed enough to be visible through his hair.

Robbie raised his eyebrows as he stared at me.  I stared, dumbfoundedly
back at him.  Robbie stated, "Seems this young man knows enough."

I nodded, but countered as I looked directly at Lucas, "Maybe, but that
does not entitle him to be part of our discussion.  Some of it might not be
fit for his consumption."

Lucas frowned and started to speak, but I cut him off.  "Lucas, I love you
dearly.  Sometimes adults need to have a private conversation.  Please go
into the guest bedroom and you can play some of the PlayStation games.  I
am sure there may be one or two you haven't mastered yet. No questions,
please, just do me a favor and do what I ask you to do.  The three of us
can chat and such after Robbie and I have had a chance to discuss the
issues between us."

Lucas sighed.  "Yes, Uncle Gary."  He agreed and shuffled off to the guest
room, not quite slamming the door, but shutting it firmly.

A few seconds later we could hear the sounds of the PlayStation and the
music on the stereo in that room.  Robbie and I were alone in the living
room.

In my mind I jumped from wanting to take him to my bedroom, wrestle him for
position and fuck him senseless, to wanting to punch his lights out, to
wanting to be held in his arms as I cried on his shoulder, to just plain
wanting him to leave.  I offered him the opportunity to sit down and have
some coffee, "Um, Robbie, would you like to have a seat while I pour us
some coffee?"

He nodded, "First I would love to get a hug from you."  He stated and
stepped closer to me, grabbed hold of me before I could counter and hugged
me tightly.

After a few seconds, I hugged him back and started to cry.  We both hugged
each other and I realized Robbie was sobbing as well.  Robbie pulled away a
little and kissed me on the cheek, cupped my head in his hands and lifted
my head away from his shoulder.  He wiped the tears away from my eyes with
one hand.  Then even though my eyes were still moist he spoke softly,
"Gary, I am so sorry to have hurt you in this manner."

I wanted to pull away, to hit him, but I loved the feeling of his touch.
He continued to speak.  "I have never stopped loving you, for what it's
worth.  I did not want you to find out about Janice this way."  He
concluded.

I sighed and pulled completely away from him.  I had my emotions in check
for now.  "Robbie, for heaven's sake, how long have you been married?"  I
asked.

He swallowed hard.  "Five years now."  He stated, sat down and put his head
in his hands.

I slumped to the chair next to him.  "Five years.  Yet, now you spring it
on me at a party in front of all of those people."

"Yes, not one of my better decisions."  He reached in his coat pocket and
pulled out six envelopes.  Five were card sized and one was a big legal
looking one.  "I know we have spoken several times over the last five
years, we have exchanged emails, cards and letters.  I could not bring
myself to tell you and I never mailed and or delivered these items."  He
said and handed all of them to me.

I looked at all of the envelopes.  The card sized ones were addressed to me
at various locations where I had been deployed and the bigger envelope had
Robert's full name and an attorney's name on it.  I waved that one at
Robbie and said, "This does not have my name on it.  It appears to be for
you."

He nodded.  "Yes, but if you open it you will see why I want you to read
it."

I opened the bigger envelope.  I pulled out a set of documents.  As I read
them it dawned on me they were divorce papers and as I continued to read it
was clear there were also details about minor children and custody as well
as who pays child support.  I was floored, Robbie had married a woman and
also had children with her, but why was he sharing this with me?  That
thought kept going through my mind.  I looked at Robbie and shook my head
slowly from side to side.

"What are these supposed to mean?"  I said waving the papers at him.  "Are
you already divorced or getting divorced or what?  And when were you going
to mention the children you have with Janice?"  I asked.

Robbie looked at me and said.  "You know Gary, this is a very complicated
situation and I never meant for you to get hurt.  You were off in the
military and when we got together those couple of times, when our paths
crossed before Desert Storm and you said you weren't ready to leave the
Army and settle down and I ended up exiting and not re-enlisting, I came
home and ran smack dab into the firm expectations of my parents.  I wish I
had your courage, but I have never told my parents about who I am and
especially not about you and I all those years ago.  Anyway, I sort of
caved to the pressure of expectations and allowed my mom to fix me up with
the daughter of a friend of hers.  That is how Janice and I connected and
ended up marrying."  He said.

I held up the papers.  He nodded.  "Those papers have been in the works for
a while, almost since Janice and my first anniversary.  The final draft you
have in front of you has yet to be presented, but Janice and I have talked
and she has basically accepted the fact I want out."

I looked at him and then bowed my head and held it with my hand.  I then
sighed heavily.  "What are you saying?  In the works.  Shit Robbie you have
children with Janice.  What about them?  I mean the last time I had sex, it
was with someone who made my dick hard and it was not a woman."  I said and
blushed a bit as I kind of looked down the hall.  Robbie did not indicate
one way or another if he had picked up on the fact I had looked toward the
room occupied by Lucas.  Then I continued.  "You must have some emotional
feelings for Janice."  I admonished him slightly, then added, "Oh, my.
Robbie does Janice know about you and me or that you may be gay or bi or
whatever?"

He sighed as well.  "I have told Janice that I am struggling with who I am
and am having feelings that may mean I am gay.  That discussion in itself
happened last year and she went to stay with her mother for a month.  As
far as I know all she told her mother was that we were having problems, but
not the details of me possibly being gay.  No one knows about you and I and
our history."  He finished.

I put the papers back in the big envelope and handed it back to him.  I
still held the smaller envelopes, the ones addressed to me.  "Well, what
are your plans?"  I asked.

He took the papers and set them on the couch.  He licked his lips.  "Well,
for a while now I had thought about you and I getting back together and
that is why I wrote you those various letters."  He stated and pointed at
the envelopes in my hand.  "Each one written on your birthday, but never
sent.  Yes, I did send you various cards and such, but none like the ones
you hold in your hand."

We sat in silence for several minutes.  I kept cycling the envelopes,
looking at the address and remembering where I was at the time and what it
would have meant to me to have received them then.  Robbie broke the
silence.

"Gary, in all of your communication to me, via phone, email and letters,
you never once told me you were hoping to be mine forever.  Yes, you did
always tell me you loved me and all, but you also told me about other guys
you had dated and such.  I just felt you had moved on from me completely."
He stated.

I guess he was right.  I was too busy living life and I took it for granted
he would be there always waiting on me.  I at least had myself partly to
blame for this whole set of circumstances.  That made me feel a bit more
guilty about last night's activities.

I misted up a little.  I looked at Robbie and reached out to touch his
knee.  "How come you never told me you still loved me and wanted to be with
me?"  I asked.

"Gary, I told you I loved you many times when you and I first were
together.  When you guys moved to Germany, how many times did you actually
write me and tell me you still loved me?"  He asked.

I finally got up, walked over to the couch and sat right next to Robbie.  I
was finally understanding I was part of the problem, mister live life on
the edge and such Gary.  Maybe I was actually afraid of commitment.  I
tried to think about the question Robbie just asked and I guess he was
right, I was all over the map through my life.  Especially where he was
concerned.

I put my hand on Robbie's thigh.  "I am sorry.  I guess you are right.  I
guess I took it for granted that you knew how I felt and how much you
meant, um, mean to me.  I know I made a lot of mistakes with respect to
us."  I stated.

Robbie looked at me and put his hand over the one I had on his thigh and
squeezed it.  "Gary, waiting for you was misery.  My mom thought my misery
was a loneliness due to shyness and that I was just not putting myself out
there for the girls to notice.  She never would have guessed it was not
girls I was interested in, but guys, well one guy that I was interested in
spending my life with.  She would have freaked out if she had known you
were that guy and that we had already gotten to know each other so
intimately by the time you were 13 and I was 20."  He said.

Robbie lifted my hand to his face and kissed the palm then held my hand on
his cheek and looked at me through misty eyes.  I leaned closer and closer
until we kissed.  There was that same fire and passion I had come to know
at the tender age of 13 when Robbie and I had given each other our
respective virgin asses, each getting to pop the other's cherry a few
months apart as birthday gifts.  Up until then we had sucked each other's
dicks and spent wonderful hours together.  I remember how happy we were
together and also how sad I was when I left for Germany.

We broke our embrace and stared at each other quietly.  My thoughts went to
last night and I agreed that my mom was right when she said I had become a
moody teen.  She was just unaware that it was because I was in love with
Robbie and not just that I was leaving a friend behind.  I had left behind
the love of my life.  Who wouldn't be moody.

Once I went off and enlisted in the Army, I did not readily return home and
solidify my relationship with Robbie.  Now that lack of concern and
judgment was coming back to haunt me, I really had no one to blame, but
myself.

I looked at Robbie and kissed him again.  This time we fell over onto the
couch.  Robbie on his back and me on top of him, my left knee on the floor
next to the couch, so I was hanging almost at an angle over him.  Robbie
opened his mouth to accept my tongue and he kissed me back very
passionately again.  "Umm, mmmmm, yes, mmm."  I spoke into his mouth.

"Mmmm, love it, missed it, mmmm, ummm, mmmm.  Missed you."  Robbie said
into my mouth.  We kissed and sucked on each other's tongues.  I leaned
back and pulled up off of Robbie.  He leaned up on one elbow and reached
out a hand taking hold of my hand.

I knelt there on the floor looking into his eyes.  My mind was racing.  "I
really do not want to be the reason you divorce your wife.  I am struggling
about that issue.  I would love to ask you to make love to me, but what
would that accomplish?"  I asked.

"Gary, I am not in love with my wife and she is in the process of accepting
that reality.  However, as always, I do not want you to do something you
would rather not do at this time.  I will honor whatever decision you
make."  Robbie said.

I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into a sitting position and to me
again.  I kissed him and hugged him.  "You need to work through the issues
with your wife, address them and decide what is fair for you, your wife and
your kids.  As much as I think I am going to regret this I think our visit
needs to come to an end.  Otherwise I am going to drag you to my bed and
fuck you senseless."

Part of me wanted him to carry me into my bedroom and make love to me, but
I knew I did not want to be the stain that ruined his marriage.  No matter
what condition his marriage was in at that moment, it was his marriage and
his choices in life that he had to deal with.  Once he was no longer
married, then we could talk about the next steps in our life together.

Robbie nodded and got up from the couch.  He straightened his shirt and
clasped my hands in his.  He kissed my hands and then kissed me on the
cheek.  "I love you."  He said and then added, "Read those letters."

I nodded, "I love you too Robbie.  If it is to be us together, it will be,
but you have some obligations that need tending to."  I said as we walked
to the door.

I closed the door behind Robbie as he exited and walked down the stairs to
the sidewalk and got into his car.  I stood with my back leaning up against
the door.  'Did I do the right thing?' I wondered.  I was worked up
emotionally, but also very horny at the moment.  I realized I would have
gladly taken Robbie to bed and had as wild of a time possible.  However, I
am glad I chose not to this time.

I ambled sullenly over to the couch and sat down.  I tossed the unopened
letters onto the coffee table and with my elbows on my knees I put my head
into my hands.  'How long do I keep my heart open for Robbie?'  I thought
to myself.  I was really tempted to call him and tell him to come back and
be with me, but no that would be wrong.  I wanted to be as fair to everyone
as possible, not just feed the selfish inner me.  Oh man.

The sound of the guest room door opening and closing caught my attention
and brought me consciously to the here and now.  I looked up and saw Lucas
walking slowly down the hall and when our eyes met he smiled in my
direction and picked up speed, soon alighting next to me on the couch.  He
put his arm over my slumped form and hugged me tightly to him.

I leaned over next to him, taking in his warmth, noting his teen boy scent
and I swear I could feel the thump, thump, thumpity, thump of his heart
beat.  Maybe it was my heart trying to leap out of my chest and explode?
It did feel good to have Lucas so close.

He spoke after sitting silently next to me for several minutes.  "I guess
Robbie left.  Um, does he still love you Uncle Gary?"  He asked.

I slowly nodded my head and a tear rolled silently down my cheek.  I leaned
back fully onto the couch and tossed my head back against the top of the
back of the couch and let my arms fall to my side.  Lucas, oddly enough,
used that moment to actually climb into my lap.  Something he really hadn't
done in several years.  To my delight he was straddling my thighs with his
spread legs, his knees on either side of my legs and his butt firmly
planted just above my knees.  He wrapped his arms around my neck which
pulled my head forward and now we were sitting there, he on my lap, me on
the couch with our foreheads touching.

I breathed in deeply and let out a long sigh.  "Lucas, it is very
complicated.  He loves me and I still love and want him, but I told him we
could not be together until he resolved whatever needs to be resolved with
his wife.  I don't want to be the one in the middle between them causing
the issues."  I said then added, "Thanks for asking, but Lucas you
shouldn't have to worry about how messed up my life can be and all of this
adult stuff.  Enjoy life."

Lucas pushed his forehead at mine to make me bring my head up.  He backed
away a little so that we could both focus on each other.  "Hey Uncle Gary,
isn't that what family is for?"  He asked.

I laughed, "Oh Lucas, I love you so much.  I love your mom very much, but
we aren't family in the traditional blood relative sense.  The title Uncle
is more honorary than anything.  Besides, you don't need to be bummed on my
account."

Lucas shrugged.  "You are the only Uncle I have.  I care about you a lot.
I mean, ya know, like so much that, well, um, I didn't run out of the house
last night screaming and all even though you were very forceful with me.
That has to count for something."

Another tear rolled down my cheek.  "Yeah, you mean a lot to me.  Sorry for
the self-pity.  I guess I just am feeling frustrated and lonely and with
learning my first love is married and not available, well I am just feeling
down."  I said and wiped my eyes.

Lucas hugged me again and I let my arms drape around his waist and come to
rest at the top of his backside.  He looked at me and smiled, then
swallowed hard and asked, "Ummm, if you are feeling bad, ummm, well does
that mean my ass is on the line again?"

I looked at him for a moment and sighed again.  I shook my head.  "No
Lucas, I told you I would never do that again unless you wanted me to do it
and then I would still not just jump at the request.  I am sorry I hurt you
last night, I never want to do that again."  I said somberly and then
squeezed his butt in my hands adding, "No matter how sexy this ass is, you
never have to worry about me forcing you to give it up ever again."

He wiped his forehead and let out a big "Whew, thanks."

We both laughed and hugged each other for a little while.  Lucas then
leaned his head heavily against my shoulder and nuzzled into the crook of
my neck.  He was silent and then I could him state somewhat muffled, "If
you need to have it, my ass that is, you can if it will make you feel
better."

I pulled him away from me to look him in the eyes.  I shook my head.
"Lucas, you mean the world to me.  I think you are a very brave boy to make
that type of offer.  However, please do not think that you have to give me
sex in order for me to love you and for me to be okay.  Last night was a
weird night and I was extremely angry and well, your defiant attitude was
somewhat of a challenge for me and I did not use anything close to good
judgment fucking you like I did.  Sure, I had a blast, but I hurt you.  Sex
should be something to be enjoyed."  I said.

Lucas smiled.  "I just wanted you to know I would do it if you asked me."
He said.

I nodded.  "Yes, I appreciate knowing that."

He looked at me with a more serious look in his eyes.  "So, does it always
hurt when you get fucked in the ass?"

I chuckled.  "Lucas, you are a wonderful young man.  I would be lying to
you if I said sex, gay or straight, especially when there is penetration is
always painless.  Depending on the partner, how much prep time, the size of
someone's penis and how excited both people are there is either no pain,
some pain or lots of pain initially.  The goal is so there is no pain only
good feelings, but mostly with virgins there is going to be some discomfort
because the body has to adjust to something new."

He nodded in understanding.  Then asked me "So, let's say I wanted to try
it some time with you, could you do it without it hurting like it did last
night?"  At that point he blushed and put his head back in the crook of my
neck.

I squeezed his ass again and rubbed his back.  "First, you need to heal up
which should take you at least a week as long as you don't start playing
with your ass and all.  Second, if after that week you come back and let me
check you out and I give you a clean bill of health in the ass department,
then and only then could you possibly ask me to maybe fuck your tight teen
ass again.  Third, I thought you did not like it."  I said.

He nodded into my shoulder and neck and his muffled response was, "Okay,
deal.  Something to think about.  No promises though, just asking."

"Hey, why don't we put ourselves together and go have some lunch?"  I
asked.

Lucas sat up, smiled broadly, nodded his head and responded to my question
enthusiastically.  "Wow, that sounds like a great plan.  Where are we going
to go?"

"Where ever you want to go."  I said and then asked, "Do you have some
boots here with you or in the guest room?"

He looked at me questioningly, "Why do I need boots?"

"We are taking the big Harley out and you need boots.  You have a coat,
there is a helmet, some gloves and you are wearing jeans, so all you need
are some sturdy boots and we can get going."  I responded.

He jumped off my lap and started sprinting dow the hall to the guest room.
I could hear him rummaging around and he came back out several minutes
later, his coat in his hands, boots on his feet.  As he clomped back into
the living room he looked at me with a sort of grimaced face.  "Well, I got
them on, but I think they are too small.  It must have been a while since I
wore them."

I laughed.  "Lucas you are a growing teen, I bet you never wear out shoes
anymore, just outgrow them."

He laughed and nodded.  "Yep, that's what my mom says."

"Okay, tell you what.  We will stop off at my favorite motorcycle accessory
store in town and get you some new boots and a new jacket."  I said and got
up off the couch to get myself ready as well.

I grabbed the letters off of the coffee table and wandered down the hall
feeling a lot better than I had even an hour ago.  Lucas sure could put the
wind back in my sails.  I went into my room, put on a sweat shirt, grabbed
my jacket, retrieved two pairs of gloves and slipped on my boots.

I joined Lucas in the living room and we went out into the garage.  I hit
the button that opened the garage door and keyed in the combination to the
lock box on the wall, it popped open and I retrieved the keys to the
Midnight Metallic Blue Harley Davidson FLHTCUI.  I climbed aboard and
righted the bike up off its kickstand and brought it to life.  That classic
throbbing Harley sound filled the garage, the smell of freshly started
motorcycle filled the air as I let the bike warm a little.

I helped Lucas adjust his helmet, made sure his jacket was zipped up and
gloves on.  I put on my helmet and sunglasses and nodded to Lucas
indicating he could mount the bike and settle in behind me.  He climbed
aboard and hugged me tightly.

I walked the bike backwards and angled out of the garage down the driveway
a bit and upon clearing the garage bay door I pressed the button of the
remote opener and the garage door motored down.  I put the bike into gear,
goosed the throttle some more and eased out the clutch to get the bike
moving forward in a tight left hand turn and soon we were at the bottom of
the driveway.  I looked over my shoulder and nodded at Lucas, he nodded and
beamed back at me.  I goosed the throttle heavily and let the clutch ease
out as the bike engaged and off we went saluting the neighborhood with that
throaty iconic sound all real Harley's make.  We headed to one of my
favorite stores.

***** END - Part 5 - Lively Boys - The morning after the night before

Relationships are hell on one's life.  Too many emotions mix creating
interesting situations most of us dread.

Boys are beyond the range of anybody's sure understanding, at least when
they are between the ages of 18 months and 90 years.
 'James Thurber'

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