Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2001 07:19:43 -0400
From: The Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Newspaper Boy Chapter #18

                     MY NEWSPAPER BOY PART #18
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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 exit. Thanks for your consideration.
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Chapter #18

UPDATE:  Grant and his parents seem to have reached an
understanding and his father agrees to his remaining in his home.
Grant's mother has been the stronger and more of less laid down the
ground rules for the compromise.  Grant does not tell them about Peter
but he gets the feeling that his mother knows from things she has said to
him.

A few houses away, Aaron and Elliott have been discussing what has
happened and both agree that things still have to be talked over with
Grant hoping that he has not been terribly confused by what has
happened.  They are not aware of the situation with Peter and Grant.
Elliott has to return to his apartment to change for work and as he is
leaving, Aaron again displays his love which Elliott accepts.  As Aaron
falls back over the bed, he leaves the house.
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In his bedroom, Peter awakes with his cock in his hand having had
dreams of Grant that resulted in a very sticky, dreamy ejaculation. While
enjoying the aftermath, he realizes he overslept and forgot Grant's
newspaper route.  Peter dashes out of the house to make the deliveries.
As he passes the  house he knows is Aaron's, he sees an unknown young
man leaving as he throws the newspaper and continues with a wave at the
young man. Elliott waves back but knows it is not Grant.

Peter stops after throwing the last newspaper in the block. He straddles
his bicycle as he watches the car pulling away.  Running things through
his mind, he can't remember seeing this guy around the neighborhood.
Maybe Grant was worrying about Aaron just a little too much.

As he stands there, Peter feels the bicycle seat nudging up under his balls
and the pressure feels good, creating a little twinge at the base of his
penis.  Looking into the basket holding the papers, he counts ten and
then he can swing around to Grant's house.   As he peddles, he is hoping
that things have worked out with Grant's parents.

Grant is finishing the great breakfast his mother has made and asks her
if there is anything she wants him to do.

She looks over he shoulder from where she is washing dishes and say's
"the lawn could use mowing if you have the time. Your daddy didn't get to
it before we left last Friday."

Grant jumps up and kissing his mother on the cheek he dashes out the
door with a "no problem Mom, consider it done."

Mrs. Benson watches her son leave and shakes her head silently but
thinking "I made a beautiful being and he is breaking my heart." She
understood what Grant was going through but it still saddened her.

Reaching the garage, Grant checked the oil and fuel levels in his dad's
lawnmower.  For a moment, he wondered if maybe he should change out
of the sweats he had put on when he was called downstairs.   He decided
against it, thinking the feel of sweat running down  his body would feel
good.  Besides, he hadn't worked out since last Wednesday and it would
help some to sweat.

As he is running the mower across the front lawn, Grant sees Peter
peddling towards him and stops in the shade of a big elm tree to wait for
him.

Seeing Grant, Peter heads towards him and as he brakes to a stop
exclaims "what's up man, everything alright."

Grant smiles at what he sees and remarks "from where I am standing it
wouldn't take long for me to be up and maybe some others."

Looking quizzical, Peter says "huh" and then he follows Grants eyes and
sees about half of his penis is sticking out of his shorts and with an "oh
my God"  he tries to stuff himself back up in his shorts.

Laughing at Peter's embarrassment, he observes "good thing it had not
gotten hard or you might have pulled the wrong gear leaver on that
10speed. "   Laughing harder as he watches Peter trying to put himself
away.

As Peter is getting himself together and his embarrassment subsides
some he looks at Grant, "dude that little laugh at my expense will cost you
later. Now tell me what happened with your parents."

The sun was getting hotter so he said "lets go around back on the patio
where it is a little cooler and we can get a drink."

Looking out the window, Mrs. Benson sees Peter pushing his bicycle
walking with Grant.  She calls out "hello Peter."

Peter looks up and seeing her he calls back "good morning Mrs. Benson."

Both boys walk around to the back of the house and reach the covered
patio. Peter leans his bicycle up against the side of the house as Grant
goes inside for a couple of drinks. He pulls his shorts down as much as he
can and walks over to sit at a corner table away from the house.

Grant comes out with a couple of cold Mountain Dews, Peter's favorite
drink. Peter smiles wondering if that means something.

As Grant places the drinks on the table, Peter looks at his friend trying to
see some sign as to what had happened.  He could see his sweats were
soaked from pushing the lawnmower.

After a few moments and a couple of swigs of their drinks, Grant looks at
Peter and says "I think everything is going to be alright. At least for now."

"What do you mean at least for now?  What else is there? Are you going
to be okay staying here? Is your dad okay with your being gay."  All of this
in a low voice as Peter was trying to find out what had happened.

"Whoa, whoa Peter. Slow down a little, mom's just inside the kitchen."

At that moment, Grants mother called out "I have to go over to the
library Grant, I won't be that long maybe an hour or so."

Calling back to his mother, "okay mom, I should be about finished with
the lawn by then."
Hearing his mother's car backing out of the drive from the carport, he
reaches over and takes Peter's hand stroking the back of it with his
thumb.  As he was doing this he looked into his eyes and could see love
and desire there as he felt himself starting to swell and lengthen.

Peter responded to Grant with a smile as his penis once again made its
presence known stretching out from his shorts.   He wanted him but
shook it off knowing they had things to talk about, sex later.

Grant saw the lamps in Peter's eyes shut down but he asked "you wanna
go inside and get another drink?"

Hearing the tone, Peter knew he had disappointed Grant but he said
"Grant we have so much to talk about. There will be plenty of time later
for making love. I want you badly but later please, I can wait."

Grant knew he was right and grinned "well you can't  blame a guy for
trying with the best looking hunk in  town, can you?"

Grinning, Peter said "okay stud but tell me what's going on."

Grant told him about the conversation with his parents and the
restrictions his father had placed on his staying.  He told Peter about
talking with his mother after his dad had left but held back on what she
had said about him and Peter.

Peter did not realize he had been holding his breath almost all of the time
Grant was talking.  Exhaling slowly, he exclaimed "damn Grant, I know
that is going to be tough on you. Every time we want to go  up to your
room together, your old man might be thinking we are making out and we
ain't never done that unless you count jerking off together."  A thought of
Aaron flashed through his mind as he said this.

As he listened to his buddy, he was thinking if he should or should not tell
him what his mother had said about them both.  Deciding it was only fair,
he looked at Pete and taking his hand, softly said "Pete there is more and
I don't want you upset when I tell you."

Watching Grant and listening to the serious tone he had taken, a little
fear pricked his thoughts. He thought he knew what Grant was going to
say but he didn't want to hear it as he said "What's that Grant?"
As Grant held Peter's hand, he knew there was only one way to say it and
taking a deep breath he softly whispered "Pete, mom thinks you are gay
also." He felt Peter grip his hand tight.

As he caught his breath he said "she said that, are you sure?"

"Well, Grant said, she didn't come right out and call you gay. She told me
that she had long suspected that we were that way and for us to be
careful. That comes pretty close to saying it. Think on it and we have
been awfully close growing up. "

"Yeah, we have and now closer then ever. I always knew I loved  you but
never as much as I do."  He watched as Grant pulled  his sweat hood over
his head and that gorgeous body filled his eyes.  Muscles rippling and the
slow rise and fall of his deep, broad chest.  His breath quickened.

Seeing Peter scanning his body, he said "if we go inside, you can do more
then look Peter." Grant felt his cock rising again.

Sucking in his breath, and exhaling "not yet lover, there is more to tell."

Starting with his getting up late and rushing to deliver the papers, he told
about the young man he saw leaving Aaron's  house and waving as he
passed.  "That does not look to me like your friend is having any problems
with your leaving yesterday." Peter saw Grant tighten when he said this
but didn't realize he had pricked his ego a little.

"No, he said, I guess it didn't effect him as much.  He got some cute boy
cock and that was what he wanted."  "Oh well, I still want to talk with
sometime."  Grant was just a little bitter and hurt.

Standing up suddenly, he said "Hey Pete, I got to get this lawn cut. Can
you meet me back in the bushes a little later this afternoon and we can
talk some more?"

Peter saw a wicked gleam in his eyes when he said "sure, I'll be there just
as horny as you are."  He ducked the swing from Grant as he ran for his
bicycle.   Looking back as he mounted the bike, he saw him standing
there with the sun gleaming on his sweaty torso, muscles rippling and
defined with his chest heaving. Peter felt his cock surge as he peddled
reluctantly away.
Peter rode inside the garage at his house and leaned his bike up against
the wall.  Waling in the side door, he opened the frig searching for a cold
drink.  He heard his mother calling "Peter is that you, come into my
sewing room dear, need to speak with you."

Popping the tab on the can, he takes a swallow as he walks to where his
mother usually is, her sewing room.  Leaning up against the door frame,
he asks "what's up mom, did I do something wrong again?"  Usually there
was something wrong when his mother spoke to him as she had.

Without looking at her son, she said "your father said he wanted to talk
with you and he wants you to stay around the house.  He will be back
about 3 this afternoon."

Do you know what he might want to talk about mom?

Just a negative nod of her head.

"Okay he said, I'll be up in my room or maybe walk down to Grant's. You
can call me when he gets home."

His mother turned and said "Peter, I don't think that is a good idea, you
had better stay here."

Hearing his mother, he sucked his breath in as he said "okay mom, can I
call Grant and tell him I won't be able to come down a little later, I told
him I would."

His mother gave him permission and he went to call Grant.  Punching
the speed dial button, the phone rang and then Mrs. Benson answered
"Benson residence, how may I help you?"

Hesitating  for just a moment before saying "Mrs. Benson, this is Peter.
Will you tell Grant I won't be able to make it this afternoon, I have to
help my father. Will you tell him for me, please?"

"Of course Peter, I will tell  him. I know he will be  disappointed though."

Another comment with an underlying tone that  caused a prick of fear.
Peter could sense that something was wrong and he was afraid he knew
what it was.  Nothing to do but wait for his father and sweat it out.

As Grant was pushing the mower down the side of the house to the back,
he heard his mother call out "Grant, Peter called and he won't be able to
make it back this afternoon.  He has to help his father or something."

Stopping, he shut the mower off.  "Mother, did he say anything else or
just that? Did he ask me to call or say he would call back?"

Hearing his mother's negative reply, he wondered what had happened,
Peter had never done this before.  He would usually run down and then
run back home after he told him what was up. The phone call bothered
him, he never did that. They only lived three houses apart and always run
back and forth to talk with each other.  His mind racing he started to
finish his mowing, Pete would tell him later.

The day wore on slowly and Peter went up to his room.  He looked out his
window and could see Grant mowing the back yard.  Normally he would
have dropped  his shorts and while watching him he would jerk off into a
sock. Today, he didn't get any twitch or swelling in his cock.  There was
too much on his mind.

Turning from the window, he stripped the to short shorts and pulled  his
tank top over  his head.  Glancing at the full length mirror on the back of
his door, he saw a good looking well built young stud looking back at him.
His blond hair framed an unblemished face and in the room light, it
gleamed.  As he felt his pecs and ran his hands down his ribs he reached
and scratched his golden hair pubes with his slender but long uncut cock
jutting out and hanging in front of him its pink head peeking out of its
smooth sheath.  "Yesssssssssss he whispered aloud, a damn nice looking
stud."  Turning he walked into the bath and his shower.

After bathing, Peter slipped on a pair of light sweats and started playing
games on his computer and then he laid on his bed.  He woke with his
father standing over him shaking his shoulder.

As he opened his eyes, Peter said "hi dad, what time is it? I feel asleep."

Glancing at the clock on his son's desk, Mr. Cochran said "almost 3:30,
how about coming down to my office after you wash up?" He turned and
left without waiting for an answer. Peter realized it was an order not a
real request.
Flushing his face with cold water and brushing  his hair, he walked
heavily down the stairs to his father's office.  Walking in he noticed his
mother was not there.  This was just between the two of them then.

Peter stood in the center of the well furnished room, his father's
sanctuary.  His dad was facing his bar mixing a drink when he said
"Peter would you like a drink?"

Peter just stood there, he had never been offered a drink before and for
that matter seldom entered this room.  He could not answer.

Turning Mr. Cochran said, "come on now Peter you are almost a man, do
you want a drink?"

Peter could feel the sarcasm dripping from the words and his knees went
weak.  "No thanks dad and could I sit down sir?"

Standing there looking at his son, he said "go ahead, sit." The coldness in
his attitude was there and directed at Peter.  Turning again to the bar, he
poured a small brandy and placed it beside Peter. "I think you might
need that later."

Returning to the bar, he picked up his drink and sat down behind his
desk and stared at Peter for a few minutes before finally asking "Peter do
you like girls?"

"Yes sir."

"No, I mean do you LIKE girls, have you been to bed with any girls?"

"Yes sir, I like girls but no, I have not been to bed with a girl." Peter
blushed at this answer to his father's question.  He didn't feel as if he was
lying, he did like girls just not to go to bed with.

Mr. Cochran sat and sipped his drink for a moment.  "Then you are still a
virgin and have not had sex with anyone other then masturbation,
correct?"

Looking direct at his father he said "What do you mean by sex with
anyone, sir"

In exasperation, his voice rising he blurted out "I mean have you been to
bed with anybody other then a girl and masturbation.  Have you had sex
with any males?"  There it was he had said it and leaned back in his chair
waiting for Peter's answer.  He knew he had to either lie or tell the truth.

Peter reached for the small brandy and took a small sip, he coughed just
a little at the heat as it slipped down his throat.  He smiled at that
thought and set the glass back on the table.  Looking at his father he
asked "dad, has someone been telling you something about me for you to
ask me this?" Peter did not fear his father but he did respect him for the
fair man he knew he was.

Cochran had not expected that from Peter and it was his turn to sip his
drink.  As he sat the glass on the coaster, he told Peter about Charlie
Hopson.   " I was in the liquor store picking up a bottle or two when he
came over and asked me if I had heard about Grant Benson.  Before I
could stop him, he told me how he had seen him holding hands with a
strange man in the Outback Steak House last Saturday.  I just looked at
him and walked away in disgust."

Then Mr. Hopson was telling you about Grant and not me. Why are you
asking me these things if it was Grant you heard about?"

Cochran realized that Peter had turned this interview around and was
questioning him, he didn't like it.  Inwardly he was proud that the boy
had spunk and was a fighter.

Looking at Peter as he sat there very straight, he admired the good
looking boy he had sired.  He could see the straightness of his back and
the well built turn of  his body.  His blue eyes flashing as he looked at
him.  Not a coward.

He was almost ashamed of himself but the questions had been nagging
him since he heard Hopson mention Grant the way he did.  He started by
saying "Peter you and Grant have been as close as two brothers could be
since you were babies.  You have had sleepovers, camping trips, sailing
and I know  how boys are together. Especially when they get to be
teenagers, I probably did a lot of what you guys did.  When Hopson told
me about seeing Grant with a strange man holding hands, I could not
help but think about how close you boys have been and wondered about
it."
As Cochran leaned back, he heard from Peter "you mean you wondered if
Grant and I had sex together, didn't you? What would you say if I told
you we had?" He reached for the brandy as his father sat like he had been
struck by a lightening bolt.

Peter knew he was  taking a great big chance but he had been thinking
about this and if it came up, he was going to take the bull by the horns
and get it all out. He was not going to hide from his family what he
wanted.  Taking a small sip of the brandy, his eyes did not leave his
father's face.

Cochran's mind was racing and whirling as he thought "my god, my son is
telling me he is gay or at least trying to tell me.  What do I say now?"

One word slipped from his lips "Why?"

As he heard this Peter said simply and truthfully "I love Grant and have
for years.  We only recently admitted it to each other.  I have done
nothing that would embarrass you or mother and never would.  I am not
going to sneak around and lie about it and you would not want me to. I
nor Grant are going to wave a flag and march down the street screaming
we are gay. We both want to live our lives together that's all."

"Wow!!!! Cochran thought. This boy has it all spelled out and goddamned
if I can see anything wrong with it. I may not  get any grandchildren from
him but he is a man."   He still wanted to see how far this admission went.

"Well Peter he started, what about the future?  You both have school to
finish and then there is college to think about. Does Grant talk about
going to college if  his parents can afford it? You know it takes a lot of
money to get through school these days.  I don't think Grant can make it
on paper route money."

Inwardly he was seething that his father would try and play the
economics card against him.  With his eyes flashing, he slowly and quietly
said "Sir, I am well aware of what it costs for college. I also know that you
can refuse me any assistance, it is your legal right.  You could refuse to
allow me to stay in your home if  you wanted and demand that I leave.
This I know.  I also know that Grant is hoping to attend the same college
as I do.  His families finances I do not know and don't care, he will go to
college with me.  I should probably not tell you this but you have brought
it up.  Grant is gay and his family knows it.  Mr. & Mrs. Benson have
accepted it.  Right now sir, you have the same choice. I am not  trying to
force an ultimatum, just stating the facts and you began with them."
Peter clamped his teeth shut, his eyes flashing.

Knowing he was beaten, Cochran said "Peter it looks like you know what
you want and are determined to get it.  It will take a lot of money for both
you and Grant if it comes to that.  I know you are thinking about the very
large trust  your grandparents set up for you before they passed away and
it has grown considerably.  Your mother and I took out an education
policy on both you and your sister  when you were born that matures
when you reach 20.  I  hope Grant's parents have done as well. My bank
has done well with your trust investments and when you want I will
explain all of that.  I hope you leave it in the banks hands but that is up to
you."

As Peter started to speak, his father said "Son, you have been honest and
I will also.  Your mother mentioned this to me some time back and I
guess I was to damn bullheaded to admit it might be so.  She noticed the
way you and Grant would wrestle and touch each other, the looks and
things that I did not and she  found the gay porno in your room. I just
thought it was teenage fantasy."  He finished his drink in one swallow.

Peter stood and walked around to the back of his fathers desk and
leaning up against it he said "Dad, I love  you and I hate you had to find
out this way, I really do."

Standing up and holding Peter by the shoulders at arms length, he said
"Peter, you and Grant make me proud of you both and be careful that is
all I ask.  One thing for sure, you turned this around on me and damned
skillfully.  Maybe you better think of being a lawyer."  He felt Peter melt
into his arms and  hug him tight.

Just then a light tap on the door and Peter's mother opened the door.
"Everything alright, may I come in?"

Looking at  his wife, Cochran told her that everything was fine and he
would tell her all about it later.  As his wife slipped her arm around him,
he looked at Peter and said "don't you want to run down and see Grant?
Bring him up if you like and we can have dinner with our other son."

Peter beamed as he said "Yes sir, thank you sir, mother. " he ran from the
room his heart about to explode. He loved his mom and dad and now they
would love Grant.  Peter raced across the back yards in the gather dusk
of evening...
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Elliott had stopped at his apartment and packed some of his clothing to
take over to Aaron's and was walking up the walkway as Peter was racing
across the backyards to find Grant. ...