Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 09:30:28 -0500
From: Jeff Allen <jeff_allen15@hotmail.com>
Subject: Love of a Lifetime Part 3

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LOVE OF A LIFETIME

PART 3

     I didn't hear from C.Z. all week.  By Thursday I figured he wasn't
going to call.  What would he want with someone my age anyway?  I was only
ten years older, but to a kid in highschool I must have seemed as old as
his mother.  By Friday I had convinced myself to forget him and focus on
the rest of my life...like my job.  I'd let my emotional problems following
Andrea's departure interfere with my job before.  I didn't think my bosses
would be so understanding if I slipped into another depression because of a
sixteen year old boy!
     I took off from the bank a little early on Friday afternoon so that I
could be at home when a load of firewood I'd ordered was delivered.  I'd
bought wood that was cut but not split.  I figured the exercise of
splitting the wood would be good for me, but I wasn't prepared for the size
of the pile that needed to be split!  I paid the man for the wood, went
into the house, and had a couple of beers and a sandwich for dinner.  The
beers really went to my head and I went to bed early.

     When Larsen and I woke the next morning, I seemed refreshed.  For the
first time in almost a week I wasn't thinking about C.Z.  Maybe I'd just
been going through some strange phase?  Maybe it was time to start looking
for some women to date?
     Larsen and I went for our morning jog.  It was clear and crisp.  The
first frost of the season made the whole world lacy white, and my breathing
created big white clouds as I jogged along.
     We finished the jog.  My newspaper was in the delivery tube, but I
hadn't seen any sign of C.Z. just like the last four mornings.  I made some
coffee and had a quick breakfast.  After breakfast I decided that I'd
better get started on splitting the firewood.

     Despite the early morning frost, the day quickly warmed up to the mid
sixties.  I worked up a sweat and removed my shirt.  I hadn't split wood
since highschool so my swings weren't as economical as they could have
been.
     I'd been working for about half an hour when Larsen, who had been
sleeping on the porch, suddenly stood up, barked and started trying to wag
his tail off his body.  C.Z. pulled his old Subaru into the driveway, and
got out.

     I walked over toward the car.

     He smiled broadly as I approached.  "Good morning, Andy.  I thought
I'd better bring back your clothes I borrowed last weekend."

     We shook hands, and Larsen tried to wash C.Z.'s other hand with his
tongue.

     "Good to see you, C.Z.  I didn't hear from you all week so I wondered
what was happening."

     "Sorry.  Things got a little crazy at school this week.  I had a
couple of big assignments due, and I spent most of the time trying to get
those done."

     "How's your hip."

     He laughed.  "It feels just fine, but it still looks kinda yuckey.
  The bruise is a nice sickly yellow-green color right now.  It's been a
great topic of conversation in the showers after gym class."  He indicated
the pile of wood behind me.  "Looks like you're getting ready for winter."

     I raised my arm and wiped some sweat from my brow.  "Yeah.  Splitting
logs is harder work than I remembered.  I was just about to take a break.
Do you have time for some coffee or a soda?"

     "That would be great!  I checked on mom after finishing the paper
route.  She was asleep, so I left her a note telling her I was coming over
here to return your clothes.  I don't need to be back any time soon."

     "Good.  You just saved me from splitting more logs.  Let's go in."
  I clapped my hand across the back of his neck and pulled him in the
direction of the house.

     C.Z. moved in against my side and put his arm over my shoulder as we
moved toward the house.  Larsen bounded ahead and met us at the door.

     I grabbed a couple of cokes out of the fridge.  C.Z. settled on the
couch with Larsen trying to get as close to him as possible.  I was jealous
of Larsen.  I sat in the chair opposite the couch, and C.Z. told me about
his week at school as he stroked Larsen's head.  Larsen looked like he was
in heaven.

     As we were talking, C.Z. kept looking at me but he wasn't really
meeting my eyes.  It suddenly struck me that he was looking at my hairy
chest.  Suddenly self-conscious I got up, retrieved my shirt, and pulled it
over my shoulders.  I started to button it, but then thought I'd try a
little test, so I sat down again with the shirt still open exposing my
chest and stomach.  C.Z.'s eyes remained fixed on my bare chest as we
talked, and I felt my cock start to rise in my jeans.

     "I'd be happy to help you with the firewood if you want.  I've spilt
lots of wood."

     "That would be great, but I'd want to pay you for the work."

     "Why?

     "Because you could be out somewhere doing another job and making
money."

     "How about if we spilt first and then talk payment later."

     "No.  No payment.  No splitting.  How much?"

     "How about three dollars an hour, and you feed me lunch."

     "That's a deal.  Are you sure you only want three an hour?"

     He smiled again.  "You haven't seen me eat lunch yet."

     I laughed.  "Okay.  You got a deal.  Ready?"

     He rose off the couch and started for the door.  "Let's go.  I need to
work up an good appetite for lunch!"

     Excitedly Larsen followed us outside, but as soon as he saw what we
were doing he retreated to the porch and settled down for another nap.
C.Z.  and I worked easily together.  Sometimes both of us did the
splitting.  Other times one of us would set the piece of wood up for the
person doing the splitting.  We both removed our shirts and worked bare
chested and sweaty in the warm autumn day.  We talked about sports and
music and some of the local happenings.
     Around noon, I called a halt to the splitting and stacking.  We had
made some amazing progress.  Less than a third of the pile remained to be
split and stacked.
     C.Z. and I pulled our shirts on and the three of us (Larsen included)
piled into my truck and headed for the drive through of the local golden
arches in town.  C.Z. ordered two double quarter pounders with cheese plus
a big fries and tall coke.  I was more modest in my order...just a big mac
combo.
     We took the food back out to my cabin and ate on the deck enjoying the
sun and the fall colors displayed across the valley.  After wolfing down
the burgers and fries, C.Z. pulled his shirt off again and used it as a
pillow as he lay on his back on the floor of the deck.  I did the same so
that our shoulders were only six inches or so apart.  Larsen settled down
on the opposite side of C.Z.  We talked quietly for a few minutes, but with
the combination of warm sun and food we both fell asleep.

     I napped for about half and hour.  When I awoke I found that C.Z.  had
turned in his sleep (probably because Larsen was pressed so closely to him
on the other side) so that his forehead was resting against my right
shoulder.
  His left arm was tucked under his head and his right arm was bent along
his side so that his fingers just barely touched the skin of my right side
just above the waistband of my jeans.  I tried not to move.  The contact
with his skin was electrifying, and my cock began to stir in response.
     We stayed that way for only a few minutes before Larsen moved causing
C.Z. to move even closer to me.  His face moved up on my shoulder and his
nose was almost in the hair extending out from my armpit.  His right hand
moved up across my belly at the waist band of my pants.

     He woke up.  "Sorry.  Larsen's a bed hog."  He moved away from me and
pushed against the sleeping dog on the other side.

     "I know.  I don't let him get up in the bed.  If he did, I'm the one
who'd end up on the floor."

     He stretched.  "That was a good nap.  Want to get back to the wood
pile?"

     "Okay, let's get at it!"  I rolled over on my side and tried to
quickly adjust my cock in my jeans so that my semi erection wouldn't be
quite so obvious when I stood up.

     I saw C.Z. adjust himself also so he must have had the same problem.
He saw me watching him and blushed deeply.

     I decided to acknowledge the fact that we'd both had hard ons.  "Don't
worry about it.  I think I get a hard on every time I go to sleep.  At
least I always wake up with one.  I just assumed that every other guy did
the same thing."

     "Yeah, I do too.  Kind of embarrassing when I fall asleep in one of my
classes."

     "I remember that.  I always felt like everyone was looking at me and
laughing."  I playfully cuffed him on the shoulder and tosseled his hair.
"Come on let's get the rest of the wood done."

                       **********

     We worked at a slower pace in the afternoon.  It was still hard work,
and both of us were soaked with sweat and smelling pretty ripe by the time
the last split piece of fire wood was stacked.  Since the air was beginning
to cool, we went into the cabin to have another soda.

     "Thanks, C.Z.  It would have taken me a couple of weekends to get all
of that wood split."

     "Hey, I had fun.  Got a workout.  Got fed.  Got paid.  And, I got to
spend the day with someone I like a lot."  He blushed again and looked away
right after that.

     I laughed and ran my hand over the hair on his head again.  "Thanks,
guy.  I enjoy having you around.  Can you stay for dinner?  I've got a
couple of steaks I can thaw out."

     His face lit up with another smile.  "Boy, that sounds good.  I need
to call mom to see if she's going to be okay."

     He got up off the floor to go use the phone in the bedroom.  I
stretched out on the floor with Larsen beside me.  I heard him speaking
softly on the phone.

     When he came back into the living area, he was all smiles.  "Mom said
it would be fine for me to stay for dinner.  She's feeling a little better
than she was earlier."

     "I'm glad she's feeling better.  It must be hard on you having to take
care of her."

     "Nah.  It's okay.  We're getting by.  Oh, she wanted to know if you
would go to church with us again tomorrow."

     "I'd like that...provided I can move in the morning.  I'm a little
stiff from all that chopping today."

     "I know just what you need.  Roll over on your stomach."

     I complied, and he knelt down so that he was straddling me with his
legs on either side of my hips.  He began to knead my sore shoulders with
his hands.  At first his ministrations were painful on my sore muscles, but
I soon felt my shoulders and back relax under his touch.  He worked on my
neck, shoulders, upper arms, and across the broad part of my back.  The
soreness and tiredness melted away.  I also developed a painful hard-on
which was trapped in my jeans and pressed the wrong way against the floor.
     I felt him shift so that he moved down lower above my body, and his
hands moved down to the small of my back working the muscles there.  He
used his thumbs to run up and down the hollow of my spine while his hands
flared out and pressed against my back pointing out toward my sides.  He
moved his hands across the flesh at the waistband of my jeans.  On the next
pass I felt his thumbs move under the edge of my jeans and slightly onto
the rise of my butt.  I sighed and his fingers played softly across the
triangle of hair in the small of my back.

     "You're in real good shape for an old guy.  Do you work out?"

     "Old guy!  I'm only 26, and yes, I have some weights upstairs in the
loft that I work with."

     "Cool.  You'll have to show me...after you get done giving me a back
rub."

     With that he lifted off me and stretched out on his stomach on the
floor beside me.  I got up and took up the same position over him that he'd
been in over me and began working my hands into his shoulder and neck
muscles.

     "That feels great."  He sighed and closed his eyes.

     I followed the pattern he had used on me kneading his shoulders, neck,
upper arms, and his broad latissimus muscles that were flared out under my
hands.  His skin was silky smooth without a blemish or a hair.  After
working on his upper back for a while I scooted down so I could reach his
lower back.  I moved my hands like he had with my thumbs moving up and down
the middle of his back and down into the hollow just above his ass while my
palms and fingers worked out toward his sides and hips.  As often as I
could I moved my thumbs and fingers down to the edge of his underwear that
showed above the waist of his jeans.  That was a good bit lower than he had
reached on me because his jeans rode much lower on his hips than mine.
Each time my fingers strayed into that territory of the top of his ass, I
held my breath expecting him to object, but he didn't.  He just lay still
as if asleep.

     I took it as long as I could.  The temptation to run my hand over the
rounded globes of his ass and down under the band of his underwear was
becoming overwhelming.

     Before succumbing to that temptation, I swatted his butt with my hand.

     "Ow!  What was that for?"

     "Time to think about getting dinner before you fall asleep or my hands
give out."

     I quickly moved away toward the kitchen.  When I was hidden behind one
of the counters, I adjusted my dick so that it wasn't so painfully
constricted in my jeans.  I pulled the steaks out of the freezer and stuck
them in the microwave to defrost.

     C.Z. appeared in the kitchen beside me.  "Show me your weight set.
  I know that you run in the mornings, but show me what you do with the
weights."

     "Okay.  The meat's going to take a while to thaw.  Come on.  I've got
the stuff upstairs in the loft.  It's sort of a junk room with stuff from
the office, my computer, and the weights."

     He looked around in the loft.  It wasn't the neatest spot in my house,
but then I never expected to have any company up there.  We went over to
the weight set, and I had him get on the bench to do a couple of presses
while I spotted for him.

     "If you want to come over and use the weights some time, you're
welcome to do it.  I usually work out by myself so I can't use a lot of
weight without a spotter."

     "That would be cool.  My work hours are so strange that I don't have
anyone to workout with either.  Say...maybe we could find a time to jog
also."

     "I could shift my schedule and jog in the evenings if that would work
for you."

     I heard the bell from the microwave announcing that the steaks were
thawed.  We headed back down the stairs.  I started making dinner
preparations in the kitchen.

     I made a show of smelling my pits.  "C.Z. we're both pretty ripe from
the chopping today.  You can take a shower if you want.  The clothes I lent
you last weekend are still on my bed.  Just put those on."

     "Okay.  How about if I build a fire in your fireplace first.  Seems
like a shame to have split all that wood and not have a fire."

     I agreed, and he got busy setting the fire while I stuck some potatoes
in the oven to bake and started the charcoal grill.  He had a great fire
going in no time, and he disappeared into the bathroom to shower while I
pulled together a salad.

     I had just finished setting the table when emerged from the bathroom
with just a towel wrapped around his waist.  The towel was knotted at his
left hip revealing the yellowish coloration of the healing bruise.

     "The bathroom's free.  Thought I'd better check on the fire."

     I swallowed hard and watched as he moved gracefully across the floor
to check on the fire.  I felt my mouth go dry again and decided that I'd
better stop looking at the sexy nearly naked teenager.  I knew the only way
I could avoid looking at him was to leave the room so I made my exit to the
bathroom and the shower.

     The shower took a little longer than usual because I had to jack off
to relieve the tension that had been building in my cock and balls for the
last hour or so.

     After the shower, I pulled on some sweat pants over a pair of running
shorts and added a tee shirt before going back out in the kitchen.  I
thought the tight inner liner of the running shorts would help keep my cock
from growing to its full glory again.  I knew I was going to need some
control if C.Z.  stayed in the towel.  Maybe the combination of the jack
off session in the shower and the tight shorts would keep me from
embarrassing both of us.
     Fortunately C.Z. had pulled on the sweats and tee shirt while I was in
the shower.  He was sitting on the floor in front of the fire with Larsen
right next to him.

     "I think my dog likes you better than he does me."

     "Nah, he knows who feeds him.  I'm just new and different."

     "Well, he is a friendly fella, but he seems to think you're special."

     "I like him too.  My dad never let me have a dog, and then when mom
got sick we couldn't afford one."

     "Well, I'll share Larsen with you whenever you're over here."

     C.Z. smiled at me, and Larsen thumped his tail on the floor as if he
knew what we'd been saying.

     The coals were ready, so I put the steaks on the grill and without
thinking I popped open a beer.

     "Can I have one too?  He was standing in the kitchen.  I could see the
vague outline of his penis through the loose fabric of the sweat pants.

     "I don't know.  You ARE underage, and what would your mother think?"

     "She wouldn't be too happy with me, but I promise I'll only have one.
Dad used to let me have a beer every once in a while."

     I popped open another can and handed it to him.  "Okay, just don't
tell anyone."

     "I won't, and thanks."

                       **********

     The steaks were great.  C.Z. ate all of his and the last third of
mine.  Despite what he'd said about having beer before, this one went to
his head, and he got sort of giggley as we ate and talked.
     We cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen and then pulled the cushions
down from the couch and lay down on the floor in front of the fire while we
finished our beers.  We both stared into the fire, conversing with one
another but not looking at each other while we spoke.  The fire mesmerized
both of us like it has since the days of the first cavemen.  We had started
out facing each other on the floor with me propping up my head with my
right arm and him doing the same with his left.  Gradually we moved closer
together so that our arms were touching and our faces only a couple of
inches apart.
     The conversation died and we alternately looked at the fire and into
each others' faces.  The light from the fire made the gold and yellow
flecks in his eyes shine like polished surfaces.  I wasn't sure what was
happening to me.  I had emotions for this kid that I'd never experienced
before with anyone...even my ex- wife.

     Suddenly he sat up.

     "I need to get back home."

     He got up and went into the bedroom emerging a minute or two later
with his sweaty jeans and shirt.  "Looks like I'll have to bring you clean
clothes back again.  I'm getting more wear out of them than you are."

     "That's okay, don't worry about them."

     He came back over to where I was on the floor, bent down and shook my
hand.

     "Thanks again for dinner.  We'll meet you at church tomorrow.  I had a
great time today, Andy."

     "So did I, C.Z.  I'll see you tomorrow.  Be careful going home."

     He turned and went out the door.  I heard his car as it started and
then disappeared down the driveway.  I settled back into the cushions on
the floor with a sigh of frustration and eventually drifted off to sleep.
Some time in the middle of the night I awoke.  The fire was out and the
room was cool so I got up and went to bed.  A short time later I heard
Larsen come in from the living room and take his place at the foot of my
bed.


(To be continued)