Date: Wed, 14 Jul 1999 17:42:35 EDT
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: Parking Lot Dividends Part Three

The following story contains graphic scenes between a young man and a young 
boy.  If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this 
story.  Nothing in this story is intended to advocate any of the sexual 
practices depicted within it.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age 
in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. 

The events and characters in the story are entirely a work of fiction.  
However, many of the locations and places are real.  

Finally, none of my characters practice safe sex because they catch only what 
I want them to.  In real life, safe sex is the only way to go.  It is smart.

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Parking Lot Dividends
Part Three
by
Justin Davis


The sun had almost set by the time Jeff began to wake up.  The day's fading 
light cast a somewhat eerie glow upon the youth's naked body as he began to 
move and stir from his sleep.  Jeff opened his eyes, looked around the room, 
then remembering what had caused him to fall into an exhausted sleep in the 
first place, looked down at his chest and stomach.  

"Geez!" he remarked as his eyes took in the pale white blotches of dried cum 
that seemed to cover his entire torso.  

Slowly, the youth got up out of bed and headed toward the bathroom to clean 
himself up, his lanky frame moving across the room like an apparition in the 
dim twilight that illuminated the room.  As he reached the bathroom door, 
Jeff's hand felt for the light switch and turned it on.  The bright lights of 
the bathroom confronted Jeff with a much clearer picture of himself reflected 
in the full-length mirror opposite the door.

"Aw man!" Jeff said as he looked at himself in the mirror.

The tan and lanky youth that stared back at him did indeed present somewhat 
of a strange sight.  His chest and the well-defined muscles of his stomach 
area were covered with splotches of dried cum.  His pubes, too, were matted 
with the stuff. It was as if the upper body of the young boy reflected in the 
mirror had been painted in cum.  A shower was definitely in order.

For the next few weeks the lives of Craig and Jeff went on pretty much as 
usual, although the brief encounter in the parking lot between the two had 
not gone unnoticed by either of them.  Jeff busied himself helping his dad 
with maintenance around the condos and playing roller hockey.  Craig busied 
himself completing his unpacking and adopting a routine suitable to his 
newfound financial independence.  Both of them, however, would periodically 
think about the incident in the parking lot and then think of the other.

With great regularity, Craig began to take his afternoon jog at the same time 
he knew Jeff and the other youths would be playing roller hockey.   Jeff, on 
the other hand, began to wait eagerly for Craig to finish his loop around the 
jogging trail and sit down to watch he and his friends play.  Jeff not only 
realized that he played his best when Craig was sitting there watching him, 
but he also began to like the idea that Craig was interested in him.  For so 
long, it seemed, no one had really cared much about any aspect of Jeff's life 
at all.  

Although neither of them had spoken since the day they bumped into each other 
in the parking lot, each, in their own way, began to develop a need and 
dependence upon the presence of the other.  On the few days of the hot Austin 
summer, when the weather was rainy, both of them were miserable that their 
routine had been broken.  That had been the case for the last three days. 

As Craig sat at the computer in his condo checking the latest investment 
reports he periodically glanced out the window and noticed that it still 
continued to rain.   Half-heartedly, he would turn his eyes back toward the 
screen and continue to check the prices of his most recent stock 
acquisitions.  Money wise, things were going well, very well.  Yet, Craig 
took little satisfaction in that fact.                                        
                           

All the money in the world, it seemed, couldn't erase the emptiness he felt 
inside himself on this day.  He would have easily given half of what he had 
made in the last two weeks for the rain to stop and allow him, once again, to 
sit and watch the tan, lanky, boy who had become the object of his interest. 
Unknown to Craig, however, was the fact that not far away the object of his 
newfound interest was equally miserable because of the rain.

Jeff diverted his eyes from the television toward the front window of the 
maintenance cottage just long enough to check and see that it was still 
raining.  A sigh of depression came from him as he glanced back toward the 
television screen and the talk show host that dominated it for the moment.  
Jeff's attention was diverted from the television once again by his dad's 
entrance through the front door.

"Fuck it is raining cats and dogs out there," his dad said as he entered the 
front door of the cottage dripping wet.  

"Yeah I know," Jeff responded half-heartedly.

Jeff's dad looked over at his son lying on the couch dressed in nothing but 
his white cotton briefs.

"You know even though you are stuck inside you could at least put some 
fucking clothes on," he said.

"I don't work my fucking ass off so you can lay on the couch half-naked and 
watch that fucking shit on the television all afternoon," he continued.

"Dad, please don't start," Jeff said as he again turned his head away from 
the television set and looked at his father.  

"Look you little shit don't get smart with me.  Get your fucking ass up off 
of that damned couch and go get me a beer," his dad said sternly.

Jeff slowly got up off the couch and headed for the kitchen and the fridge as 
his dad plopped himself down in the well-worn recliner, picked up the remote, 
and began to flip through the channels on the television set.  

Jeff hated it when his father got in one of his moods.  It was especially bad 
on a day like today when he couldn't escape outside.  Yet, in a strange way, 
in spite of the fact that his father was abusive and a drunkard, Jeff still 
loved him and tried to tolerate his moods as best he could.  After all, his 
dad was the only family he had left.

Jeff returned with an opened can of beer.

"Here you go," he said handing the can to his dad.

Jeff's dad unceremoniously took the can from him, took a couple of swings, 
then looked at him.

"Go put on some fucking clothes," he said.

"Yeah, okay," Jeff said as he turned and headed toward his bedroom.  

Jeff knew there was no need to argue and he didn't want to start anything, 
not today anyway.  Not when he was trapped inside.  Not when he couldn't 
escape to play roller hockey or hang out at the mall.    

"And when you get on some god damned clothes you are going to go help me do 
some plumbing work in one of the condos.  You got that?"  

"Yes, sir," Jeff said again.

"Hmmpff!" Roger Jamison grunted as he watched his son exit the room.

He couldn't help but notice how the cotton briefs accented his son's slim 
waist and rounded buttocks as he watched the boy's lanky frame disappear into 
his bedroom.  For Roger, though, there was little pride or satisfaction in 
either his son's appearance or his actions.  He had never really believed 
Jeff was his son anyway.  How else could you explain the fact that he, and 
his wife and younger son who had been tragically killed, all had dark brown 
hair and brown eyes?  No, Roger was sure that Jeff was the offspring of 
someone else, someone with whom his wife had had an affair.  He had thought 
that since the day he had first laid eyes on him.  Jeff's dad tolerated him 
only out of some shred of love he still had in his heart for his dead wife 
and because Jeff had always been her favorite. 

Once in his bedroom, Jeff grabbed his blue silk shorts off of the bed and 
slipped into them.  That done, he rummaged through one of the drawers in the 
old chest by his bed and found his favorite Ice Bats tee shirt and slipped it 
over his head and arms.  As loose fitting as it was the shirt fell down and 
covered his chest and stomach almost on its own.  Finally, after he had 
slipped into his tennis shoes, he was dressed.

"Are you about ready?" his dad hollered.

"Yeah, I'm ready," Jeff said as he re-entered the living room.

"Hmmpf!!" Jeff's dad grunted again as he looked at his son's attire.

He never would understand what kids these days saw in such sloppy attire 
anyway.  It was as if the shirts, shorts, and shoes that they wore swallowed 
up their whole bodies.

Dutifully, Jeff followed his dad out to the maintenance shed where his dad 
placed the tools they would need in the toolbox.  Just as dutifully, Jeff 
followed in behind his dad lugging the heavy toolbox.  Jeff had to change 
hands several times because of the weight of the thing as they walked the 
several blocks to the set of condos that was their destination.  Jeff noticed 
that with the exception of a few drops here and there, the rain had stopped.

By the time they had climbed the set of stairs to the second floor Jeff was a 
little exhausted.  He sat the toolbox down as his dad rang the bell.  There 
was a long pause and his dad rang the bell again.

"Come on come on, I ain't got all the fucking day!" Jeff's dad said to no one 
in particular."  

>From behind the door came the sounds of the latch being thrown and a bolt 
sliding back.  The door opened revealing the shorts clad figure of a young 
man.  

"My god, its him!" Jeff's mind screamed.

"Maintenance man to check on the bathroom," Jeff's dad said to the young man 
standing in the doorway.

It was an announcement that went totally unheard.

Craig was speechless.  There he was!  There was Jeff.  

The eyes of the boy and Craig were frozen upon each other for what seemed 
like an eternity.  Then simultaneously, both of them grinned.  Neither of 
them had really realized until that moment how much they had missed each 
other over the last three days .  Roger Jamison's voice cut through the 
moment like an alarm clock ruining the perfect dream.

"I said I am here to fix the bathroom Mr. Davidson," his voice said 
forcefully.

"Uh, yeah sure," Craig responded and stepped aside to allow them to enter.

"The problem is with the whirlpool," Craig said as he followed then into the 
condo and closed the door behind them.

Jeff's dad headed toward the bathroom with Jeff tagging along behind carrying 
the toolbox.

"What seems to be the problem?" Jeff's dad asked.

"I think it is in the switch.  It won't turn the whirlpool on," Craig 
responded.  

"Well, it shouldn't take but a sec to check it out," was the reply as Jeff's 
dad began to undo the switch cover with his screwdriver.

Neither Craig nor Jeff had heard the comment.  The two of them stood looking 
at each other as if locked in a trance.   

Craig couldn't help but think how beautiful the boy looked.  It was almost as 
if the baggy Ice Bats tee shirt and blue shorts the youth wore were only 
temporary wrappings that covered the body of the most beautiful person Craig 
believed he had ever seen.  Mentally, he began to remove the wrappings. 
Craig's appearance wasn't lost on Jeff either.

As Jeff's eyes moved over Craig's shorts clad body they took in the small 
tuft of brown hair between the nipples of his chest, the smoothness of 
Craig's stomach, and the slight trace of hair that led from Craig's navel 
downward and disappeared into his shorts.   Almost instantly, Jeff found 
himself wondering what Craig would look like without the shorts.  

Like a brick thrown through a window Jeff's dad's voice snapped the two out 
of their trance.

"Yeah, it's the switch alright," he said.

"I'll have to get one from the tool shed," he continued as he turned and 
headed out toward the front door of the condo.

Jeff turned to follow in behind him.

"No, you stay here, I'll be right back," his dad commanded.

Both Craig and Jeff heard the front door of the condo open and close.  Both 
realized that for the first time since the incident in the parking lot they 
were again alone.  Slowly, Jeff turned around in the bathroom doorway and 
faced Craig again.  

Craig looked at the youth and wanted so badly to tell him how beautiful he 
was.  He wanted so badly to take him into his arms and hug him and hold him.  
But, he couldn't.  It was as if his feet were glued to the bathroom floor.
However, inhibitions that so frequently complicate things for those that are 
older are frequently not ingrained in the young.
 
Jeff looked up into Craig's eyes and saw something there that he had not seen 
since his mom had died.   Jeff's mind, every fiber of his body, knew that it 
was there.  Almost as if he had no control over any of his actions, Jeff 
moved rapidly toward Craig and threw his arms around him in a big hug, his 
head resting on Craig's chest.

"Oh man, I have missed seeing you so much the last three days," the kid said. 


To say that Craig was taken aback would be an understatement.  Yet, any 
reservations he had earlier now melted away like snow in August.

"I missed you too," Craig said as he encircled Jeff with his arms.

The two of them stayed like that for several minutes, during which time they 
became lost in the feelings and closeness of their bodies.  It was if their 
souls were passing between each other and into each other in their tight 
embrace.  For some time they stayed like that.  Just holding one another as 
if life itself depended upon it.  Finally, it was the older of the two, and 
more inhibited, that raised the matter of caution.

"Your dad is gonna be back soon, we can't let him find us like this Jeff," 
Craig warned.  

"I don't care if he sees us, I want to hold on to you, please just a little 
longer," Jeff implored, his head still resting on Craig's chest. 

It was during those next moments of closeness that Craig realized how starved 
for love the young boy really was.  In fact, it was during those same moments 
that Craig came to the realization that he was starved for the boy's love as 
well.  

"Jeff really, we can't let your dad find us like this, we will both get into 
trouble," Craig said rather sternly as he relinquished his embrace on the 
youth.

Almost grudgingly, Jeff released his embrace and stepped away from 
Craig.  Jeff looked up again into Craig's eyes then hung his head.

"I'm sorry," he said almost like a little kid who had gotten caught with his 
hand in the cookie jar.

Craig's heart was torn in two by those words.  Slowly, and ever so gently,
Craig reached out his hand, grabbed hold of Jeff's chin, and lifted it upward 
so that their eyes met once again.

"Jeff, you have nothing to be ashamed of or be sorry for," Craig said.

"I wish I could hold you forever, but your dad might come back.  Now is not 
the time or place," Craig said in the most adult tone he could manage for the 
moment.

For a moment the youth's face maintained a serious look as he gazed upward at 
Craig's face. Then, Jeff's face broke into a big smile.

"When is the time and place?" he asked.

There it was, the question that Craig had not been expecting.  Yet, it was 
the one that he had been subconsciously longing for since the day the two of 
them had met so unexpectedly. 

"I really think you and I need to talk," Craig responded.

"About what?" Jeff asked.

"About us," Craig said

The young boy's face broke into the biggest grin Craig had seen upon it yet. 

"Could we talk if I come over here tonight?" Jeff asked.

"Sure, I guess so," Craig responded.

"As soon as my old man is passed out I'll come over," the kid said.

"Passed out?" Craig questioned.

"Yeah, he'll drink too much beer again tonight and will pass out like he 
always does.  I'll just make sure he gets all he wants tonight," Jeff replied.

"Sounds cool to me," Craig said and smiled.

Both he and the boy laughed.                                                  
                                

It was at that moment that Jeff's dad re-entered the condo with the new 
switch for the whirlpool.  He was too pre-occupied with his own thoughts to 
even notice that Craig and Jeff were exactly where he had left them not more 
than fifteen minutes before---much less have a clue as to what had transpired 
while he was gone.

 to be continued.............................

(Author's note: In answer to numerous questions---Yes!!! In the next part. 
Remember guys.  A good story, like a fine wine, takes time.  You will not be 
disappointed)