Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2001 05:54:00 -0400
From: The Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Newspaper Boy #14

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WARNING: This is a gay fantasy involving relations between gay males
and homosexual acts. If  you are not of legal age to read this material or
you do not approve, please leave.  Thanks for your consideration.
Chapter #14
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UPDATE:  Confusion, fear and misunderstanding has entered into
Aaron and Grant's relationship.  Both feel they love  and need each other.
They have tried to discuss the immediate problems without success.
Grant is still a minor for at least a few more weeks, living at home and
still in school.   Aaron's problem is fearing the loss of Grant, re-living
some bad past experiences.  They both scale the ladder of emotions and
separate in grief with no clear decision as to what they were going to do.

Aaron collapses on the love seat in his den and grief overcomes him until
the telephone interrupts and then his longtime friend Elliott arrives and sees
the condition of Aaron, he tries to revive him and get him out of the house
for dinner.   His memories bring back his relationship with Aaron and he
finds he wants him.  Elliott resists, realizing Aaron's condition.

Grant was stumbling home when he sits on the bank over come by his
emotions and his buddy Peter finds him and tries to console  him.
Without realizing it, Grant and Peter take each other in passionate teen sex.

They suddenly realize that it is late and rush to Grant's house before his
parents get  home.  When they go into Grant's bedroom, he realizes that
something has happened between he and Peter, confusing him more.
Grant suddenly realizes he does not know if Aaron or Peter are exciting
him and even though he is attempting to sort it out, he wants Peter. As he
and Peter are about to succumb to each other again, Grant's mother calls
out to him...they jump up and Grant calls out where he and Peter are at.

Elliott and Aaron arrive at the Tex-Mex restaurant El Rodeo...
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Elliott parks the car and he and Elliott walk into the restaurant. Not
very big or fancy, they still had very good Mexican food and several dishes
from Texas.
A young nice looking Hispanic lad greets them in somewhat broken
English and escorts them to their table.  Elliott notes the nice tight buns
and envisions his hands caressing them, Aaron is still very quiet even
with Elliott prodding him to check it out.

After sitting, they both order Margarita's with salt.  The young man who
had escorted them took the order and while he stood there, Elliott could
not help but notice the nice outline of a long hanging cock in his jeans.
He runs his eyes up his torso and sees the waiter watching him, his eyes
smiling at Elliott.  Elliott smiles back.

After the waiter had left, Elliott looking at Aaron leaned over and
whispered..."WOW, did you see what he is packing?"

Lifting his head, Aaron murmured "huh, what, oh no."  His mind was far
away on Grant.

When the waiter returned with their drinks, he was smiling at Elliott
and then took their orders while standing at Elliott's shoulder. His
crotch was at eye level and almost touching his shoulder, the bulge was
very noticeable and Elliott felt his cock swelling a little as he looked at it.

Aaron was seeing none of this foreplay between Elliott and their waiter.
His shoulders were drooping and he felt miserable.  Elliott tried to get
him to talk with no luck and resigned himself to a very quiet meal.

As their waiter was placing the dishes on the table, he leaned over and
asked Elliott, "your friend is not feeling so well sir?"

"No", Elliott responded, "he is not but he will be alright." Aaron had not
touched his drink.

Elliott tried to eat and get Aaron to take a few bites, no luck.  His
appetite was effected by his friends and after a few bites, he pushed the
plate away.  Taking Aaron out had not been  a good idea.

Their waiter noticed this and walked up to Elliott, asking "is something
wrong with the food sir, may I bring you something else?"

Looking up, Elliott said "no, the food is fine but his friend was not feeling
well and they both had lost their appetites. Bring the check please."
The waiter offered to box up the remaining food but Elliott declined as he
handed him his Visa card.  He finished his drink while waiting for the
check.

Returning, the waiter handed Elliott the receipts for his signature
commenting "I hope your friend feels better sir and we would like to have
you return when you can."  Elliott saw a radiant smile with even white
teeth enhanced by the light brown skin of the waiter, he had coal black
eyes and hair.

"Hispanics are a beautiful people" Elliott thought to himself as he added
the tip and signed the slip.  He noticed that his copy had been signed with
a" thank you" and the name Miguel with what he knew was a telephone
number.  He looked up and Miguel was smiling down at him as he stood
to leave, helping Aaron stand.  Elliott knew when he had been cruised
and made a mental note to return too the El Rodeo, soon.

The drive back to Aaron's was quiet and when they entered the house,
Elliott asked if Aaron wanted a cup of coffee.

Looking up Aaron said "no Elliott, I just want to go to bed, I am so tired."

Elliott walked over to him and took him in his arms, kissing him on the
forehead with a "Aaron, I love you but I can't help you when you are like
this", he felt him sag against his body and he held him tighter.

Walking towards the bedroom, Elliott said "okay buddy, lets get you into
bed then."

Aaron sat on the bed and he felt Elliott pull his shoes off and then
unbuttoning his shirt, he didn't move as Elliott unsnapped his belt and
started to unzip his slacks.  Pulling the shirt off one arm at a time, he told
Aaron to lay back on the bed so he could remove his slacks.  Aaron did as
he was asked.

Aaron laid back and Elliott looked down on his upper body, those
beautiful defined pectoral's with their twin nipples that he had nursed on
so often, his hard flat stomach with the telltale line of dark hair leading
to what he knew was a beautiful and soft bush.  Elliott felt his cock
swelling as he looked over the body he had loved for so long.

Pulling the slacks off, Aaron's well formed legs dropped back down the
side of the bed and that only helped to enhance the well filled jockey's he
was wearing as it forced his hips to lift up from the weight of hanging over
the edge.  Elliott felt his cock reach full hard and it ached.

Elliott ran the tip of his tongue over his lips as he watched Aaron's chest
rise and fall, he knew he wanted to take him.  He would not take advantage
of Aaron as his thoughts slipped back to the El Rodeo.

Lifting his legs he swung him up into the bed and then reaching under
his arms, he pulled him up onto the pillows.  His  detected a cologne that
he knew was not Aaron's, Grant's he thought.  Leaning over, he kissed
Aaron and whispered "I will give you a call tomorrow buddy, sleep well."

Elliott checked to be sure the house was secure and after turning on
certain nightlights, he pulled the door shut tightly and walked to his car.
Elliott headed back to the El Rodeo for a drink and maybe??? Well, who knows.
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Grant and Peter jumped up and straightened their clothing, both of
their hardon's  had shrunk at the sound of Grant's mother's voice.
Looking each other over, Grant had changed into shorts, they ran down the steps.

Bursting into the kitchen, Grant swept his mother up in his arms with a
"Mom, I missed you" and gave her a big kiss.   Seeing his father he said
"hi Dad, everything okay?" His father just grunted and walked away. Grant thought
that was strange.

Noticing Peter, Grant's mother said "hi Peter, how is your mother?"

Peter nodded as he said "good Mrs. Benson, thank you."  Looking at
Grant he said "hey bud, guess I better head home or she might think I
have moved or something."

Glancing at his mother, Grant said "okay, how about later, doing
anything?"

Peter said "nothing that I know of, you want to come over and we can
play on the computer or something."  They walked out the door talking as
they went more for Grant's mother's benefit.

Glancing at the boy's as they walked away, Grant's mother couldn't help
but notice how much bigger they had gotten and how close they seemed to
be.  Thinking "they have been close to each other almost since they were
babies." She shook he head at the thoughts.

Reaching the steps of the porch, Grant turned to Peter and said "can we
meet somewhere besides your house, we need to talk."

Thinking for a moment, Peter nodded and said "yeah, how about the
bench in the part that sits in the bushes, remember? Remember where
we first jerked off together in the park that day?"

Grant's face lit up and he said "yeah, that's perfect. Can you make it
about and hour?"

Peter nodded yes and hollered back as he trotted away "seeya Grant."

Grant stood for a moment as he watched Peter trot away, he was
thinking about what they had done and how much he liked it. He was also
thinking of Aaron.  His emotions were racing and he was not controlling
them.

Turning Grant ran back into the kitchen and asked  his mother where
Brad, his brother was?

Listening to his mother, he heard her say "your brother wanted to say
with your grandparents before going back to school.  They said they
would bring him home. Would you like to visit with them, you could take
the bus up too Manassas."

Grant had noticed that his father had not come back into the kitchen and
his mother did not look him in the eye when she spoke.  He just said "no,
that's okay but thanks anyway."

Sitting on the stool at the counter, he watched his mother, neither one
speaking.  She moved about making a dinner but not looking at him.

Looking at his mother, Grant said "mom, is anything wrong, you have
hardly looked at me or spoken since you got home?" He had not heard his
father walk back into the kitchen.

Suddenly he heard "you ask your mother what is wrong, you tell us what
is wrong FAGGOT."
Grant felt all of the air leave his body as he gasped almost falling off the
stool.  It was like he had been hit with a sledgehammer. He just stared at
his father and mother.

"Yeah,  faggot, Charlie Hopson saw you and some guy at the Outback
Steak House last night.  He said you looked all lovey dovey and were
holding hands."

Grant heard his mother saying "Ralph, please let him say something,
don't keep hammering at him. I am sure there is an explanation."

His father responded with "yeah, he is a goddamn faggot, that's the
explanation. Why would he be holding some guys hands if he wasn't.
Straight men don't do those things."

Grant could feel the tears flowing from his eyes and his mother was
crying too.  He tried to speak, "Dad, dad please let me
explain."

Grants father spun around and moved toward Grant menacingly. Grant
shrunk back thinking he was going to hit him.

Grant heard his father say "Get out of my  house, go with your faggot
friends.  I have not raised a son to be a fruit, get out and when your
brother gets home I don't want to see  you around him. YOU HEAR ME,
he shouted".

Grant looked at his mother and ran to the door and out into the evening
air, tears flowing from his eyes blinding him.  He stumbled down the
steps almost falling and ran towards Peter's house down the block.

He had not thought of Aaron but Peter.

Grant stopped his running and leaned up against an oak tree in Peter's
yard.  He had to get himself together.  He didn't have a handkerchief so
he took the hem of his pullover and wiped his eyes.  He had been able to
change his clothes before he and Peter left his bedroom but he had only
put on a pair of shorts and pullover.  He remembered he had not even put
on any underwear.  He was getting himself under control, his breathing
was returning to normal and he was not shaking so much.   It was
completely dark now. He felt all crunched up and adjusted his cock and
balls, cock to the right and balls on the left. Ahh, that felt better.

Walking over to Peter's  house, he stayed in the shadows  hoping to see
Peter, he did in the bathroom standing where Grant knew he was taking
a leak.   He moved to the frosted lower half of the window and tapped
lightly.  Peter jerked around  and looked at the window, Grant tapped
again.  Peter moved over and with his cock still in his hand and looked out
the top half and saw Grant standing there.  He dropped his half hard
cock and slid the window up.

"Grant, what the hell are you doing here, we were going to meet in the
park."

Looking at him he couldn't help but say "well right now I have a pretty
good view and not even in the park."

Pete looked down and saw his cock hanging out and he started to put it in
his pants but suddenly he stood and pushed his hips to the window right
at Grant's face.  He felt Grant's mouth swallowing his cock and he was hard
instantly and pushed deeper into his Grant's warm and soft mouth. Groaning,
he reached for the back of his head to help steady that how orfice.

Grant swallowed Peter deep but then thought "this is nice but not what
I need Peter for right now." He withdrew  and whispered "Pete, I need to
talk with you, can you come out now?" Peter groaned again as he felt Grant
releasing his now throbbing cock.

Squatting down, he looked at his buddy and realized something was
wrong.  "Grant, he said, whats wrong?"  His still very hard cock
being crushed against his groin as he squatted at the window.

Grant nodded and said "I'll tell you as soon as you can come out."

Peter felt a shiver and dread  sweep over his body and his cock was soft
faster then it had risen.  Leaning out the window he whispered "meet me
over by the utility shed and watch the sprinkler that dad has running. I'll
be out pretty quick."

Grant moved silently through the yard, reaching the utility shed, they
would be in total darkness there.  He opened one of the aluminum chairs
he had picked up as he was walking back through the yard, he sat
down to wait.

It seemed like hours before he heard someone coming and he got up and
moved alongside the shed until he knew who it was, it was Peter.  Grant
breathed a sigh of relief, he was glad to see Peter and moving to him he
wrapped his arms around him and kissed him lightly.

Peter liked the kissing and the feel of Grant holding him but he pushed
him back a little and said "Grant, what the hell is going on? What has
happened,  you look a mess."  He felt Grant pull his arm and he followed
him to the other chair.  He was a little worried but he didn't know about
what, he just felt there was something to worry about.

Sitting down, Grant rested his forearms across his thighs his head
looking down for a few minutes before his said "Peter, my dad knows I
am gay?"  He felt Peter's hand grip his bicep and gasp...

All he heard Peter say was "how, who, where, when" and they sat silent
for a few minutes both trying to get control of themselves, their chests
heaving as they fought to drag air deep into their lungs.

Peter recovered first and reaching for Grant's arm, he pulled  him up
alongside of him.  Placing his arm around his shoulder he moved towards
the side of the shed where they could sit on the elevated shelf his dad had
built to hold the lawn equipment and furniture during the winter.

Sitting down, he felt Grant's head slipping down his chest and he knew
he was crying.  He let his head rest in his lap and stroked his soft hair.
He dropped his head down closer to Grant's and whispered, almost
cooing, "let it out buddy, let it out, I am here with you." He continued
stroking his hair and his solid muscled back and lats. Peter could feel
Grant's chest rising and falling as he breathed very heavily and rapidly.
He was shivering and Peter pulled him a litte tighter against his body.

Peter held Grant for what again seemed like hours when he felt him
starting to move and raise up.  He held the side of his head with his hand
as he turned his face towards him and Peter gently placed his lips on
Grant's and then he turned and took him in his arms and they embraced
in a long slow kiss.  Peter could feel his and Grant's body melting into
each other.  As their lips parted, he slipped  his head along side Grant's
and he whispered "you want to tell me about it bud, what happened."

His arms still around his shoulders, he could feel Grant shudder and
press tighter against his body.  He waited...

Grant lifted his head and facing Peter with tears streaming down his
cheeks, he said "Pete my dad called me a faggot and threw me out of the
house. I was scared and ran, I thought he was going to hit me he looked
so mad."

Peter said, "how did he find that out, who told him about us?" Peter did
not even think of Aaron just then, he was wondering if Mr. Benson knew
he was gay too.

"No, no Pete, not us" he said.  "Mr Hopson saw me and Aaron in the Outback
and sort of put two and two together and told dad he had seen me and this
strange man sitting there holding hands." He continued, " you know how
my dad is about being a big macho stud."   Peter just nodded his head.

Holding his shoulders he could feel Grant relaxing as he talked and he
continued rubbing his shoulders and his back.

Grant said to him, "Pete that really feels good, don't stop please."

Peter was only to happy to oblige, he loved feeling Grant's hard rippling
muscles and he started to rub is thigh with the other hand.  Then looking
at Grant, he asked "how did he hear it from Mr Hopson, your parents
were coming back from a trip?"

Grant said "yeah but they stopped at a 7-11 for some milk and dad saw
Mr Hopson." "That's when he told him."  He remembered his dad
hollering that at him as he raged and called him names.   He felt Peters
hand stroking his body and his thigh, his cock started to swell a little.

Grant turned a little and slipped his arm around Peter's waist as he felt
his cock getting thicker and harder.  Placing his hand on Peter's thigh,
he started moved  his hand up and down his smooth side and he could feel
his ribs and the solid lats Peter had from swimming.  Squeezing his thigh
a little harder and slipping his hand between his legs he started to slowly
rub the inside of his thigh.  Lifting his face to Pete, he offered his parted
lips and felt Peter's on his.  They searched and probed each others
mouths holding each other a little tighter.  They had not said a word in
several minutes, there was no need to talk. There bodies spoke for them.

Peter felt Grant's hands rubbing his body and searching between his leg
and  his cock started to lengthen sliding down to be rubbed by Grant's
hand.  Peter reached for Grant's very large tool and he felt solid rock
hard flesh not clothing, his cock had slid down his thigh and was outside
his shorts that had worked their way up into his crotch.  Grant was not
wearing any jockey shorts.   He wrapped his hand around a very hot, hard
cock and squeezed it tight feeling the pre-cum oozing from the tip.  They
both moaned and pressed closer as he felt Grant trying to get his shorts
down.

Peter quickly pulled his shorts and jockey's down and as soon as he
sat down, he felt Grants hands pulling him close.  Grant had removed his
shorts at the same time and they both were almost naked except for their
shirts.  They both pulled their shirts off and in the faint light their eyes
caressed the others body drinking in the beauty of their hard teenage bodies.

Neither boy had spoke a word and it was as if they knew exactly what the
other was thinking and wanted.  They did, they knew they wanted each
other.

Out of the darkness, Grant heard "God Grant you are beautiful. I love
looking and your body and holding you, I have wanted to you for years."

Without speaking, Grant took Peter by the shoulders and swung him so
he would lay on the bench they had been sitting on. Peter laid down, he
was breathing very hard and his cock was jumping with every beat of his
heart.   He felt Grants hands on either side of his shoulders and when
Grant lowered his body onto his, he gasped as he felt his hard thick cock
pressing against his, "oh Grant, Grant, I love you."

With his head alongside Peter's, he nibbled on  his ear lobe before saying,
"Peter  you feel fantastic under me and I am beginning to feel I have
always loved you."

Lifting his head they both kissed as Peter felt Grant grinding his hard
cock against his and he wrapped his arms tight around his chest, holding
him and thinking "he is mine, now he is mine, I know it."...

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