Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2006 18:40:30 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: RED ASS

It all started when I decided to retire early from
the one and only job I'd ever had.  I'd started
when I was twenty-two years old and two
months out of college with a Degree in
Electrical Engineering. I'd worked my way up
from a Junior Design Engineer to Engineer in
charge of Design and Production -- good
salary, stock options and bonuses -- the whole
shebang.  But when my wife of twenty years
died, I felt the need to retire.  The two of us
had grown closer than we'd ever been in the
last two years, after she became semi-
handicapped and required more of my
attention.  I missed her and it seemed to effect
my work, which was with a firm that designed
and manufactured computer components. I
had my forty-first birthday last month,

As things turned out, David Nelson, who'd
started a month before me, retired a month
before I did. When he came in one day with a
problem I knew I'd never feel right unless I
helped him out. Through the years, we'd both
done a little covering up for the other- saving
eachother's ass in the process.  Now he was
in poor health and his daughter wanted him to
move in with her in Oklahoma.  He came to me
with the problem that he couldn't sell his home,
a small mobile home in a trailer park. I asked
him how much he needed to get out of it; he
told me he had to net $ 30,000.  I wrote out a
check, thinking it would sell in time, and told
him to please keep in touch.  He walked
around the desk, gave me a hug and said I
was one of his best friends even if I was his
boss.

So, on my first free Sunday after retirement I
went to the trailer park, took down the For Sale
sign and threw it in the garbage can.

The little place was spotlessly clean but in
need of some maintenance and repair.  I was
struck by how cozy it was and the fact that it
had a storage shed at the back of the carport,
a small patio and the tiny yard was almost
maintenance free since it was on an automatic
sprinkler system with a timer.  That night, in
bed but not yet asleep, the thought crossed my
mind that maybe I should consider moving into
the place.

Monday I engaged a roofer to put on new,
brown, asphalt shingles and went to a paint
store to buy some paint, brushes and rollers,
rags, and other accessories intending to start
with the living room.  I was taking down the
Venetian blinds and drapes when someone
called out "HELLO".  He was the next-door
neighbor and introduced himself as Richard
Murray. I later learned everyone called him
"Red Ass" behind his back, as he couldn't
complete more than six sentences without
using the expression. I discovered later that
his two sons had picked up the same habit.
They used it as an expression of frustration
over a situation. Richard had come over to ask
me if I had something he could do.  He was a
professional painter, unable to work fulltime,
and said he could use the money.  I hired him
and went ahead to do other things -- renewing
all the light fixtures, putting new shelf paper in
the cupboards and buying new appliances.
One thing led to another and I even had
Richard paint the exterior and I had new
carpeting and hard floors installed.  By the
time it was done I'd definitely decided to sell
my oversized home and move what I wanted
out of it, sell the rest and put it up for sale.
The house sold sooner and for a lot more
money than I expected.

Once settled, I invited Richard and his son
over for dinner.  The evening they were to
show, Richard called that his younger son had
come for a visit, so they couldn't come.  I said
to bring him, too, it was no problem.

Dan, the older son, looked just like his dad, but
the younger boy, eighteen, was a knock out.
His name was Luke and he must have looked
like his mother instead of Richard and that was
not the only difference.  He was a year out of
high school, already had a job in the
combination office - warehouse of a
construction firm and was living with a much
older woman who was an airline stewardess.
He was open, chatty and a lot more interesting
than Dan who didn't do much of anything that I
could tell except stay up all night with his dad
and watch moves that they checked out from
the library.  On several other occasions after
that, he chatted with me in the yard when
arriving at or leaving his dad's.  Once he came
in for a couple of beers and during the
conversation asked me for my telephone
number in case his dad didn't pay his phone
bill and he needed to contact him.  It was the
same prefix as all the numbers in the park and
only the last two digits were different from his
dad's number, so he said he'd remember it
and didn't even need to write it down.

About two months later, one rainy evening
Luke was coming home from a friend's house
on the other side of town and chose to go
surface rather than the freeways which were
always a mad house when it was raining.  He
stopped at a stop sign located in the middle of
the business area at what was the city's
busiest intersection.  The rain had stopped but
the roads were still slick. A car come up
behind him, rear ended him, knocked his car
into the intersection where he was hit by
another car and spun around until his car
sideswiped a third vehicle.  When the police
arrived, he was standing beside his car naked
except that he'd removed his shirt and tied it
around his waist.  Luke explained the situation
by saying he'd urinated all over himself during
the accident, guessed he was headed for
trouble and volunteered to the officers that
there was a small amount of Meth in the glove
compartment but it didn't belong to him,
thinking he might get off easier if he admitted it
and he was arrested.

He called me from the jail using the one call he
was allowed, saying he called me because his
dad was a flake when it came to handling
problems.  I told him I'd call a bail bond
company and then go to the jail.  By
coincidence, at the jail I was standing at the
glass window with only a small slit at the
bottom and asked if I could talk to Luke
Murray; a woman asked me if my name was
Jason Calendar. She was the woman I'd
talked to about furnishing a bail bond and she
remembered my name from our conversation
and credit card data I'd given her on the
phone.

The guy at the window looked at his computer
and replied that I couldn't see or talk to Luke;
he was being processed.  The woman from the
Bail Bond office followed me outside and
asked if I'd had any previous experience with
this place.  When I replied that I hadn't, she
said, "Well prepare yourself, it's a disorganized
mess.  I came over to deliver the bail bond.
They've had time to process Luke, but if you
come back here in two hours and again in four
hours their answer will be the same.  Jason,
my advice to you is to get an attorney.  Only
an attorney has the know how and the clout to
wade through the mess they've created here."

I told her the only attorney I knew was a
corporate attorney for the company I worked
for.  She said he wouldn't do, walked back to
my car with me and called one on my cell
phone that she'd recommend and after
explaining the situation to him handed the
phone over to me.  His name was Raymond
Clark and he told me there was an all night
coffee shop on Grant Avenue, six blocks east
of the jail and he'd meet me there in forty-five
minutes.

We sat in a booth at the back of the place and
each ordered a cup of coffee.  He told me to
call him Ray and went on to explain that he'd
need a retainer of $2,5OO and his total fee
would depend on whether he had to represent
Luke in court.  I told him everything I knew
about the situation and he followed me back to
the jail. The lady who'd delivered the bail bond
was right.  The response at the window was
much better.  We were told he'd been
fingerprinted and if we went to the gate in the
chain link fence about a hundred feet south of
the parking lot, he'd be coming out in a few
minutes.  The attorney went with me and when
Luke came out he told Luke to tell him what
had happened and asked him how much
damage had his car incurred.  Luke explained
it was to the trunk, one back door and two
doors on the other side that had been crushed
in. Ray told him to go to the police impound lot
in the morning but he should arrange for a tow
truck to meet him there to tow the vehicle to a
body shop and he'd have to pay a fee for
storage and another one for towing.  Luckily,
Tomorrow was Saturday, so I could go with
him.

By the time we got in my car, Luke was full of
apologies and "Thank You's" as well as on the
verge of tears. He asked if he could come
home with me and if I'd stop by his apartment.
His girlfriend was gone and wouldn't be home
until tomorrow.  I helped him carry his belongs
out to the car and he left her a "Goodbye and
Fuck You Too Note".  It was 1 AM when we got
home and walked over to his dad's, as lights
were still on.  Richard opened the door but
didn't ask us in, for an obvious reason, stuff
was scattered all over the floor, on the tables
and chairs and empty beer cans were
everywhere. Dan looked toward the door but
didn't as much as say "Hi" and returned to
watching TV.  Both of them were in their
underwear.  After Luke briefly outlined what
had happened, Richard said he'd put on pants
and shoes and be right over.

Luke said, "No you won't dad, I'll come over
tomorrow afternoon and explain.  And, I don't
want you bugging Jason for more details or for
any other reason, I'll see you sometime
tomorrow." On the way back to my house,
Luke said, "What a fucking mess that place is.
I can't stand it.  That's why I visit them so
seldom.  I'm not used to it.  My mother was
never like that.  Both of them just gave up after
she died."  I didn't answer.  He then added,
"I'm sorry, Jason, I guess I'm just too
judgmental."

"No you're not, Luke, you just adhere to a
higher standard and that's admirable."

He picked up a few items from the car and we
went into the house.  It was chilly after the rain;
I lit the gas log in the small fireplace and asked
Luke if he wanted a beer.  He asked if I had
anything stronger. I said, "Brandy" and he said
"Sounds Good. I've always wondered what it
tastes like.  Besides I need something to settle
me down. I'm a bit shaky. The evening has
been just too much for me."

We sat in front of the fire, lit cigarettes, and he
continued, "Dad wont pay you back and I really
don't know if he would if he could, but I will
eventhough I'll have to do it a little bit every
payday."

"Luke, you don't need to and I don't want you
too."

"You must think I'm a total mess. "A total no-
good."

"I think you're just exactly what I'd like to have
for a son, but I'll never have one.  In the closet
for the bedroom where I have my desk and
computer, there's a rollaway bed.  I'll make it
up while you take a hot shower.  It will relax
you and make you sleep better".

"I'll just sleep with you tonight.  You must be
worn out too; just go to bed and I'll come in
after I shower."

He was right; it had been a stressful evening
for me. Knowing I wouldn't get to sleep right
away, I waited for him to come to bed. He left
the bathroom door open as he showered and I
watched him as he opened the shower door
and dried off.  He didn't have a hard-on but he
was semi-erect and his teenage cock curved
out from his body slightly before it bent down.
He was cut and his cock was on the full side.
He had a beautiful manhood along with
generous sized balls.

I didn't really want him to know I was still
awake so I rolled over almost to the opposite
side of the bed.  He got in, scooted all the way
over, pulled up the sheet and blankets and
threw his arm around me.  Within five minutes
I was sure he was asleep.

I missed my wife in bed and this was the first
time since she died that I'd slept with another
person, let alone a male, not to mention an
eighteen-year-old boy. Christ, it started things
rolling over and over in my mind -- all the way
back to high school.

Other than my own, the last cock I'd seen was
in high school in PE class and I remembered
how they fascinated me and, to my
embarrassment, gave me a hard-on.  I
remembered sex with my wife and how it
resulted in two stillborn babies and how we
gave up on it.  I remembered, after that
watching gay oriented sites on the Internet.  I
remembered, after my wife's death, my
concern over my sexuality and seeking
counseling.  I remembered being told that I
was a latent homosexual and the distress that
caused me.

I gradually worked my way up to tonight and
remembered how grateful Luke seemed, how
close he was to tears, how, in all innocence he
said he'd sleep with me.  I remembered
watching him dry off after he showered.  I
remembered what his cock looked like.

What I didn't need to remember was how hard
it made me because I was still hard and his
young body was still pressed against mine
from his chest to his knees.  I could hear his
breathing. I could actually feel his penis
pressing against my bottom.  I wanted him so
bad, I wanted him more than anything else in
the world.

I tried again to go to sleep but couldn't.  I
wondered what that stewardess looked like
and if Luke fucked her.  Shit I knew he had.

I wondered how big his cock was fully erect.  I
wondered how long he had to fuck her before
he climaxed. I wondered if he shot a lot of juice
when he ejaculated.  I'd heard queers
swallowed and I wondered what it tasted like.

I wanted to reach around and feel Luke's cock
-- but at the same time I was afraid, so I
masturbated and finally dropped off to sleep.

I slept soundly for a while then I became
conscious that I had turned over, I was on my
left side instead of my right, I was lying up to
Luke's back, I had my right arm over him.

I WAS HOLDING HIS COCK. IT WAS SO
WARM, SO BIG, SO HARD.

I withdrew my hand and my arm.  He remained
motionless so I reached around him again and
wrapped my hand around it for the second
time.  He was still erect. I wanted to hold it the
rest of the night and play with it, but that was
not to be.  I gently closed my hand around his
shaft and ran my thumb around his cockhead
and across his piss slit. Again he remained
motionless but his cock started jerking.

HE ORGASMED. I FELT HIS WARM CUM
POURING OUT OF HIS PISS SLIT.

It was the most exciting thing I'd ever
experienced.

I guess I'd become accustomed to living alone
and I woke when I heard Luke flushing the
toilet.  He came out wearing only a jock strap,
which he must have taken off in the bathroom
last night.  He sat on the edge of the bed and
kept calling my name -- Jason, Jason, Jason,
until I finally awoke and raised myself up on
my elbows and said, "Huh?"

"Jason, it only 7:30 but I woke up hungry. I
didn't have any dinner last night and I doubt
you did either, I've fixed breakfast, do you
want to eat?"  I got up, put on a bathrobe, went
into the kitchen with him and he poured me
coffee and set a plate in front of me with
buttered toast, bacon and eggs, which he'd
already fixed.

While eating, he thanked me again for
everything I'd done for him last night, told me
how much he liked my house because it was
so attractive plus so clean and orderly.  I told
him I looked forward to having him until he got
straightened out. When finished, he said, "Lets
hit the sack again; we can deal with my car
this afternoon."  He was right; I knew we were
both tired.  I took off my robe and got back into
bed.  Luke got in beside me, still wearing his
jock strap.

"Jason, about last night in bed, I want to talk to
you about that."  I thought, oh shit, here it
comes, he knows, I'm in trouble."

"Jason, my dad told me you'd been married for
a long time, is that true?"

"Yes, twenty years."

"But you like boys, too?"

"After last night, what can I say except that I'm
sorry?"

"Not so sorry that you wont do it again, I hope"
threw the covers back and he'd already
worked his cock out one side of his jockstrap.
It was hard and swollen and his scrotum was
so tight that his balls were clearly defined.

"There's nothing I like better than having a guy
jack me off, except having a guy suck me off!"

I was stunned, I'd never expected his
response, and had thought that I'd probably
never even get to touch his dick again.  He
ripped off his jockstrap and threw it on the
floor, leaned over, quickly kissed me on the
mouth and said,

"Play with it a while to get us both worked up."
Getting worked up was the last thing I needed
at the moment, but I wanted desperately to
please him, so I played the game the way I
interpreted his wanting me to.

I'd barely felt him and hadn't even stroked him
when he called out, "Hurry, go down on it.  For
the first time in my life, I leaned toward him
and put my mouth over his cock.  I'd seen it
done on video clips in porno sites and at least
knew what to do.  It seemed like but a few
seconds before he wrapped his legs together
and squeezed my head between them and
began humping his cock in and out of my
mouth. Then he hollered at me and his cum
poured into my mouth -- his sweet boy cum
and I was surprised at how good it tasted.

He relaxed for an instant but didn't remove him
legs before saying, "Hurry Jason, suck it some
more, I'm going to cum again."

He did and we both fell back on the bed,
exhausted.

"That was so good, was it good for you,
Jason?"

"Indescribable and my first time."

"Would you like to do it to me, again?"

"God yes!"

"I'm glad but I want to be honest with you. I'm
a bottom.  I don't reciprocate, but I'll be your
toy boy as often as you want me too.  I didn't
reciprocate with Diane the stewardess, didn't
even play with her tits, she just rubbed them all
over me and did all the work when she fucked
my dick as I lay on my back.  Her flights were
mostly to Chicago and she and some other
stewardesses shared an apartment there as
well as some of the pilots, too."

"What should I do, tell you if I'm in need, or
wait until you ask me?"

"Jesus but you are so innocent and that's so
rare, so sweet. Don't worry; things will work
out without either of us having to ask the other.
We will get to know eachother better than we
know ourselves, we will be so be so intimate,
in so many ways that you will know my body
as well as you know your own, we'll know
when the other is in need with no words
passed between us. Diane and I didn't achieve
it, but with you we will become as an extension
of the other and no one else will be able to
satisfy us.  Do you understand what I'm trying
to say?"

"Yes.  It sounds idealistic, too good to be true."

"I know, but I hope you want to work toward it.
I do."

Without asking, I rolled over toward him and
kissed him.  I found if I made the first move he
responded.  He put his arms around me and I
felt his tongue enter my mouth.  I climaxed
immediately and he reached down and pulled
on my butt so my crème smeared his pubic
hairs.  I knew what he'd told me would soon
come true.

I already loved him -- not just his cock, but all
of him.

That afternoon we called a towing company
and had a tow truck meet us at the impound
lot.  I'd had a fender bender not too long ago
and liked the body shop that had repaired it so
that's where Luke had him tow his car.  The
tow truck driver said he'd give them my name
as a reference as well as the numbers for my
phone and cell phone so they could call me
when they'd completed an estimate.  There
was no charge as Luke's insurance covered
the tow. The tow truck driver said his AAA
insurance would also cover a rental car --
neither of us had thought of that.  We went by
a Hertz agency and he followed me back
home in a Ford Taurus.

That evening we ate out and stopped on the
way home for a 12-pack of beer, lit the gas log
again and Luke started by saying, "Justin, I
forgot to explain to the attorney and to you that
two or three months ago Diane and I had gone
to a party and some half crazy dude there
gave Diane the Meth that was in the glove
compartment.  She put it in there so she
wouldn't forget and keep it in her purse.  I
completely forgot about it until the accident.

"Then you don't use it."

"No I'm dumb but not that dumb."

"I'm glad you don't.  I'm on the dumb side, too,
and haven't a clue on how to deal with users."

I subscribed to HBO and we watched a couple
of their Saturday Night Movies. Luke got up
went to the window and said, "Shit, I can't
believe it, Dad and Dan are out or in bed."

"I can't either."

"Jason, can I tell you something more about
myself and being a bottom?"

"I wish you would, it's all very new to me."

He came over and sat beside me, putting an
arm around my neck while I put a hand on his
leg, and he said.

"Our sex this morning was great.  And it's
something I'll need a lot of.  But do you love
me? Nobody's really loved me since my
mother died."

"Of course, I already do but I guess I haven't
had a chance to express it yet."

He got up and turned off the lights in the room,
and sat on my lap -- with the gas log becoming
the only light in the room.  I wrapped my arms
around him and he laid his head against my
chest.  It was all so new to me, so unexpected
that I just held him for a while, not knowing
what to do but knowing that he expected me to
do something, as he'd explained to me earlier,
so I said, "Luke, you're the most beautiful boy
I've ever seen."

"Really?"

"Really and that's just one of the reason's I
love you."

"Really?"

"Really!  It's hard to explain. You're totally
beautiful and I love all of you.  At the same
time, each and every part of you is beautiful
and I love each and every part of you. "I love
your curly hair," and reached up and ran my
fingers through it.  "I love your face," and ran a
finger across each eyebrow and along the top
of each ear, the sides of his nose and across
his lips.

Moving down, I told him I loved his body
because it was lean but at the same time
strong as only a young boy's body could be.  I
told him I loved his nipples.

I told him I loved his strong legs, his long feet
and his long toes.

I ended my fondling journey with wrapping my
hand around his cock as best I could through
his pants and said, "Oh Luke, I have to be
honest and say this is what I love most about
you."

"Why?"

"Because it is the most beautiful, most special
part of you. It is the part of you that makes you
a boy."

"Then, too, I feel you've been honest with me,
so I want to be honest with you.  I'm lonely, I
don't have a son of my own and I never will.
Before last night I'd never felt the heat, the
passion and the strength that emits from a
boy's cock at the very touch.

If you can remember all my reasons for loving
you and put them all together you'll know why I
love you.

He responded with only two words, "I do!"

I said, "I'm glad."

He took my hand and pulled it down and onto
his lap, between his legs.  Somehow,
unnoticed by me, he'd taken it out of his pants
and he wrapped my fingers around it.

It was totally erected, yet soft and warm to the
touch and the skin felt moist and it smelled, I
guess, like a cock smells on a boy in heat.

He said, "Play with it!" and leaned down with
his head on one side of the sofa and his legs
on the other and his butt on my lap and his
dick sticking straight up.

Taking my hand he wrapped it around his boy
cock and it was as big and hard as the first
time I'd touched it last night.

I bent down and kissed him and he responded.
Then he said, "Take me to bed."

I told him to stand; he put an arm around my
shoulder and I put an arm under his knees and
carried him to the bedroom and placed him on
the unmade bed, got in beside him, raised his
legs into the air and held them there as I
sucked his big, hard, teen dick with a fast,
twirling motion until he exploded and, for the
third time, poured his hot seed into my mouth.

I rolled over on my back and he lay atop me.
Our two bodies, both still warm and excited
from having had sex together, perpetuated the
warmth we'd generated.

What happened next was totally unexpected;
he kissed me and said, "Thanks Daddy."

In an attempt to disguise my surprise at his
calling me Daddy, I asked, "Luke, do you want
me to be your daddy?"

"Oh yes, because I know you love me and I
need a daddy. You see Richard is Dan's
daddy."

"You mean they have sex together?"

"All the time, that's why they go around until 2
or 3AM sitting next to eachohter in their
underwear."

"I hope that's not what you want me to do."

"No, just love me."

"Isn't that what I just did?"

"Yes, but I mean really love me."

"I guess you were right when you said I was
innocent.  You're going to have to explain."

"I mean what you've been doing has been for
my pleasure, and I know it's excited you, too.
But I really want to be your boy toy.  I want you
to really show me you love me; I want you to
screw me. I want to feel your big fucker cock
all the way up my boy pussy; I want to feel you
fuck out a big load of your man cum in my
cunt. I need you to do that so I'll know that
you can use my body to make you cum!"

I will, believe me, but not tonight.  I wrapped
my arm around him and snuggled up to his
back.

He soon fell asleep but I was unable to do the
same.  I thought of how beautiful he was and
wondered how much of his conversation
tonight was true and how much of it was just
due to his mixed up emotions.

I was sure that he did miss his mother.  I
doubted that Richard was having sex with Dan
all the time.  Neither of them seemed the type,
but who knows.

I was sure though that he was a mixed up
young boy.   I was sure that he wanted to be
loved sexually and in other ways, too.

I was certain that I'd have to be very careful
and very patient with him.  But, he was
certainly worth it.  I did love him, eventhough it
was only this morning that I'd cuddled him as I
was doing now and made him orgasm in his
sleep.  I could think of nothing nicer than
having a young boy to sleep with and I realized
I'd never really known the excitement and the
pleasure of sex until Luke came into my life.

I was the one that woke up first on Sunday
morning and brought him French toast, orange
juice and coffee to bed, on a tray.  A little later,
he went over and told his dad what had
happened Friday night in more detail.  We
read the Sunday newspaper, put some of his
work clothes in the washer and generally lazed
around.  The two previous days had taken
their toll on both of us and we went to bed
early.

Monday, being alone again I thought more of
what had happened, especially Luke telling me
his desires as far as my fucking him.  In the
afternoon, I went to a porno bookstore and
video arcade and bought a tube of what was
labeled "Lube" and two leather, snap on cock
rings that were on display in the glass case at
the check-out counter along with some DVD's
with enticing titles on sexual activities between
men.  Just going into the place and buying that
stuff gave me an erection that lasted all the
way home.  I'd never been as horny in my life
as I'd been since Luke came into it.

On the way home I stopped at a supermarket
and bought a roasted chicken, some red
potato salad with dill in it, along with a
baguette loaf of French bread and an apple pie
that I could bake myself if he wanted to eat at
home.  If not, everything would keep until
tomorrow and we'd go out.  He wanted to go to
a Mexican Restaurant, so that's what we did
after having a couple of beers at home.

During dinner he told me he'd decided not to
tell his boss about his accident and arrest and
asked if he'd done the right thing.  I told him I
thought he had.  He went on describing what
had happened on the job today and ended up
saying Diane and his dad never seemed
interested and it was good to have someone
that listened to him even if it wasn't a real
important topic of conversation. I told him he
could talk to me about anything he wanted to,
as I liked to hear him talk and watch him
gesturing. He smiled.

The first thing he did on arriving home was go
to the bathroom, so I arranged my porno store
purchases on the coffee table. He noticed
them immediately, smiled at me again, and
asked if I had a movie I wanted to watch first.  I
told him to pick one.

As you've probably guessed it involved both
cock sucking and ass fucking between two
guys - a motorist and a hitchhiker he'd picked
up and the two of them ended up in a motel
after fooling around in the car.

It was a full-length video and lasted about
ninety minutes.  During that time we'd had
three beers each and took off eachother's
clothes piece by piece until we were naked.
When the film was about fifteen minutes from
being finished, Luke knew that this was his
night to get his ass fucked, like one of the guys
in the movie was getting, By the time the video
ended he had put one of the cock rings on me
and I had put his on.

"Daddy, can we put some blankets on the floor
here by the fire and play another video?  I got
two blankets and he helped me spread one of
them on the floor.  The movie had an
introductory scene to get you into the plot.  By
the time the sex had begun, so had ours.  I
lubed myself and entered him.  He ceased
looking at the video and closed his eyes, as I
held his legs in the air and screwed him hard.
He had the most contented smile on his face --
I cannot begin to describe it.  I didn't know if
this was a first time for him with a man, it didn't
matter; all that mattered was that he was
enjoying my fucking him right now -- this very
minute.  He'd been begging me to do it and
now he was getting it. When he was close to
ejaculating he suddenly started hollering, "Jack
me! Jack me!"  While I masturbated him, he
kept hollering "Red Ass!  Red Ass!" We
climaxed very close to eachother and I couldn't
believe the volume of cum that gushed out of
his cock and onto his stomach.

After I caught my breath I went to the
bathroom, came back with a hot, wet
washcloth, towel and grabbed two pillows off
the bed. I washed his stomach and his genitals, dried
them with the towel, handed him a pillow and
placed one beside his for myself, put another
blanket down and got into bed beside him. We
hugged, kissed and sort of watched the porno
film, but fell asleep before it was finished. I had
the soundest sleep of my life.  When I woke
the sun was coming in the east windows. I got
up, took a leak and made coffee. I'd have to
wake Luke up soon so he wouldn't be late for
work.

While eating breakfast, I asked him why he
was hollering "Red Ass" last night.  He
explained Richard used it.  It means almost
anything you want it to -- an expression of
disgust or an expression of extreme pleasure.

We'd told Ray, the attorney, not to call Luke at
work but to call me, instead. One day he called
me to say in effect, "Keep our shirts on."  He'd
had a meeting with the District Attorney who
would decide what Luke would be charged
with.  Luke had been tested that evening in jail
and it was determined he had no Meth in his
system, which was good but at the same time
he was in possession of the substance.  The
accident would accrue no charges by the
court.  It would be months before they got
around to setting a court date and Luke would
have to appear.  He also told me to explain to
Luke that when he appeared in court he would
advise him to plead guilty -- if he pleaded
innocent his attorney fees could jump sky high
with no determinable outcome.  For example,
in jury selection the DA would ask prospective
jurors if they used drugs, hoping to stack the
jury with people that would have no sympathy
for Luke.  He would try to do the opposite, but
it was a chance that was not worth the risk.

His prediction was that since Luke was
employed full time and needed a car to get
back and forth to work, he would get to keep
his driver's license but would be placed on
probation for three years and would have to
pay approximately $400 in court costs.

He ended by telling me this was the course he
recommended.  Anything else was pretty much
a dream because both the City and County
were punishment oriented.

In the end that is exactly what happened.

Winter passed quicker than it ever had before
and I knew why.  Luke and I, like he had said,
had become as one body.  In the tree months
of Winter, I had more sex than all the sex I'd
had in my prior life and the more I had the
more I needed. I truly loved Luke more than I'd
ever thought it possible for one person to love
another.  I loved him more than I loved myself.
I felt that my life before meeting him had been
a wasteland.

Spring and Summer are always the most
enjoyable.

Spring is the time of rebirth -- cows have calves,
mares have colts, baby birds are hatched.
Trees, bushes, flowers and lawns, all dormant in
the winter, suddenly find new life and bloom,
produce new leaves and turn green.  Then, along
comes Easter when a bunny rabbit hides eggs
for children to find and in churches we celebrate
Christ's resurrection from the dead.

Summer is the fun month -- vacations, picnics,
swimming, tennis, baseball, fishing -- all the
outdoor, relaxing stuff that makes you forget that
winter ever happens.  Summer is also the time
that construction is at its max and it was a busy
time for Luke.

Fall, if you really thing about it is the best of all.  It
is the time when the cycle starts all over, kids are
back in school and adults are back working.

It was in the autumn and one evening on the
patio, Luke began talking about his day at work,
as I'd encouraged him to do.

An older guy that worked with Luke in the
warehouse told him it was a "Dead end job."
He'd been there four years without advancement,
just a few pay raises.  Luke seemed depressed.

"Luke, I think you should, right now think a
minute and then tell me what you'd most like to
do if you could have your rathers."

"I'd like to be a school teacher."

"Good, call in tomorrow and quit. There's still
time to enroll at one of the state's universities."

"Jason, you are beyond belief when it comes to
enthusiasm and your interest in me.  No way
could I go to one of the state schools.  You'd
have reacted the same if I'd said I'd have liked to
become an MD."

"And you, Luke, like a lot of teenagers, need a
kick in the ass every now and then.  If you want
to become an MD, now is the best time for you to
get started."

"I'd have to move and I will not leave you, even if
I could come home every week end."

"There are property managers that lease
properties for owners and keep tabs on the
lessee.  We'll both move."

"You're serious aren't you?  Well consider the
down side.  Suppose I meet a dude in one of my
classes, have a date with him and fall in love with
him.  What would you think of that?"

"I'd think it was normal. I'd be jealous for a while
of course but I'd get over it.  Luke you put a
name to our relationship.  I never thought of
being your daddy, but I got used to it. If I can be
your daddy for the rest of my life, I couldn't ask
for anything more."

Tears welled up in his eyes as well as in mine.
He came over, sat on my lap, put an arm around
my neck, leaned his head on my chest and said,
"Jason, you really are my daddy, not by birth, but
by our mutual choice.  I lucked out on that.
You're the best daddy any boy could have. And,
as usual, you're right -- you will always be my
daddy -- nothing can ever change that."

THE END