Date: Sun, 27 Apr 2003 19:30:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mike Bowers <franticmike@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ride Home part 3

This story includes gay sexual relationship between an adult and a
teenager.  If this is illegal in your state, or you are underage, or you
don't like the idea behind this, stop reading now.


Monday morning hit.  After a shortened sleep, I awake up to my favorite
sensation: Knowing there was a beautiful, naked, young man snuggled next to
me.  I look at the clock and see that it is now 10 am.  This won't do, I
did not mean to sleep in this late.  I prod the snoring mass next to me.  A
moan is heard and then more snoring.  I prod my finger into the small of
his back.

"Son of a bitch must pay.  What, is it morning already?"

"Yeah Brad it is, and I LOVE 'Big Trouble in Little China'!  I am a huge
movie geek, I doubt you can name a quote I don't know the movie to.  But
anyway, it is already 10 and we have a busy schedule today."  With that, I
hop out of bed and head for the shower.  I was kind of disappointed when he
didn't join me, but after a thorough wash, I left the bathroom in a towel.
"MMM, something smells great."  I head for the kitchen where I see Brad
still in his naked glory, "Heh, you are more daring than me, cooking
without ANY protection."

"I have cooked since I could get my hands over the grills, don't worry
about it.  It was the least I could do, sit down and enjoy."  Brad had set
the little table I had in the kitchen and puts a plate of bacon and eggs
down.  "Eat up Mike.  I am going to go take my shower now."

I begin to think about how he can pay me back for room and board, he did
state he wanted to earn his keep.  Well, I guess chores are one way he can
pay...  I start to eat the breakfast, I did not even know I had eggs and
bacon in the place.  He must have rummaged through the entire refrigerator
looking for this.  One thing is for sure, he knows how to cook.

The shower stops and as I finish my breakfast, Brad walks out of the
bathroom still wearing nothing.  He is dry at least.  He comes over and
gives me a nice peck on the cheek, "So what are we doing today?"

I say, "Well, we need to contact the schools around here and get you setup
to start tomorrow.  If your parents are at least clued in enough, they will
tell the school a story that should allow you to go to school here.  Then
we need to go out and get you some clothes and supplies.  But first, I
think we should discuss what your intentions are right now, what you plan
on doing, etc."

"I like wearing your clothes, makes me feel closer to you, but if you want
me to get my own things, I understand.  Mike, I don't really know what I
want to do right now.  I do know that I enjoy your company and I would love
to stay.  I will try not to be that big of burden, I just don't know where
else to go."  Tears form in his eyes, I think I said the wrong thing yet
again.

"No, I don't mean for you to leave silly, I just wanted to know if you had
any grand scheme in mind.  You are definitely not a burden, but you did
mention you wanted to pull your own weight, right?"  A silent nod confirmed
this.  "Well, I was thinking along those lines while eating this delicious
breakfast.  Tell me, do you have your license to drive yet?"  Another nod.
"Well, I think for starters, you could run all the errands of the
apartment, perform the chores, cook meals, and such.  What do you think
about that?"

"Mike, I would be happy to do those things for you, but I still think I am
getting off light.  I would love to cook for you.  You just have to tell me
what you like to eat and I will prepare it."

"That would be great Brad, I will have to set you up a grocery list.  Let's
see, I need to find the Yellow Pages so I can call the school district."

"Ummm Mike, that would be under the blue pages."

"Yeah I know that, but I still need the darn book.  Fine does Phone Book
sound better to you?"  He nods, grinning.  I begin to look through the
possible places it could be.  Junk drawer, nothing; by the phone, nope;
under the sink, nada; random cupboard above the range: empty.  "Where is
the darn thing?"

Brad holds it up in his hand, giggling.  "I found it earlier, next to the
fridge."  I tell him to go put some clothes on already, it must be
freezing.  Still grinning, he scampers to the bedroom.  I look up the phone
number for the school in the district I live in.

"Hello, this is Wanda, how may I help you?"  I burst out laughing.  Brad
came out of my bedroom wearing a tee-shirt and his dick was now straight
out horizontally.  "Excuse me sir, if this is some kind of prank, I am not
in the mood and this is a government facility."

I make a waving motion for him to change again.  "I am sorry ma'am,
something funny just came on the TV.  I apologize.  I am calling because a
longtime friend of the family just moved down to DC.  He is staying with me
right now until his family moves down as well.  I was hoping he could start
school as soon as possible, to get him acquainted with everything."

"Oh sure, this sort of thing happens all the time in a city this size.  You
just need to come in and fill out some forms, and we of course need to
contact his parents."  I laugh out loudly again as Brad comes out with a
scarf added to his tee-shirt.  He makes a motioning with his hands as if
shivering.  "Sir, really, you should learn to control your outbursts or
better yet, to concentrate on important conversations instead of some
worthless drivel on television."

"Yes ma'am, I am very sorry.  It won't happen again.  May I set up a time
to come down to your office to fill these forms out and give you contact
information for Brad?"  I gesture one more time with my hands and give Brad
my best scowl.  He turns around and heads into the bedroom.  I decide to
keep my eyes closed for the rest of the conversation.

"I have an opening at 2pm.  If you can make that I can pencil you in."  I
told her I could make it.  I also ignored Brad's attempts to get my
attention via grunts.  "I will see you at 2 then, good day sir."  She hung
up the phone and I looked at Brad.  He was now wearing pants and a shirt.
He was putting on his shoes over borrowed socks on my warn out couch.

"What is it Mike, Something wrong?"  I stood up and ran straight towards
him.  He barely got his arms up in a defensive position.  I bowled him
right over and ticked him relentlessly.  "Mike, stop it, I am dying here."
He was unable to even mount a counter attack to my still naked chest and
hardly clothed groin.

I let him go and went to get changed.  I shouted back at him while I put on
some clothes, "Okay, if you want to wear my stuff, that is cool.  But I do
need to take you out and show you where to get groceries and such."

"Oh, you mean like a grocery store?"  I only had 1 shoe on by this time but
I came flying out of the bedroom.  I tackled him and began tickling anew.
This time, he at least tried to strike back, but my long sleeve shirt and
pants made it difficult for him to find a ticklish spot.

Victorious again, I got off him and said, "If you are going to invoke my
wrath, at least be prepared for it."  I chuckled lightly and went back to
the bedroom to put on my other shoe.  I gather my keys and my wallet and
leave the room.

"What took you so long, old painless is waiting."  He smirked and stood up
from the couch.

"Predator, and be quiet or you will be tickled mercilessly again."  At the
mention of the movie, Brad got a defeated look on his face.  I tossed him
the keys to the Jeep and said, "Time to see you drive in DC."  He looked a
bit frightened.  I calmed him by saying, "Of course you're not going on the
complicated roads today.  Everything we need is less than a mile away."

We head out and he gets in behind the wheel.  We buckle up and he starts
the engine.  He checks the mirrors and the emergency brake.  He carefully
pushes the clutch in, shifts to reverse and off we go, for all of 2 feet
before he stalls the thing.  "Sorry, I don't have much practice with stick
shifts."  I nod and he tries it again.  This time he makes it all the way
to the stop sign before the engine coughs and dies.

"Remember, when you brake, you just *might* need to engage the clutch as
well."  He nods and tries it a third time.  We merge onto the road and I
direct him where to turn.  We come to a turn at a light and he starts to
slow down.  The engine's RPM decreases and I am about to warn him.

"Oh yeah, the clutch," Brad says.  He steps down on the clutch and the
vehicle stays alive.  He turns his head to me and gives a sheepish grin.
We make a turn and enter the strip mall.  He finds a free parking space,
and stops the Jeep.  It jumps forward in a final lurch and the engine dies.
"Oops, I guess I forgot that time."

"At least you remember to engage the clutch when changing gears.  Come on,
lets get this over with."  We leave the Jeep and he tries to give my keys
back.  "Keep them for now, I like being chauffeured around."

He smiles, "Ah more work, I like it."  We head for the dollar store to get
Brad some school supplies.  We get some pens and paper as well as some 1
inch binders.  That task down, we head to the supermarket.  He does almost
all the shopping, I just push the cart and pay for it all.  He picks up
milk, eggs, 2 types of flour, sugar, bacon, a couple of steaks, some pork
chops, ground chuck, too many different pieces of seafood to name, various
pasta, and multitudes of vegetables.  As he loads the different pasta on
the conveyor belt he asks, "Would you say I have a plethora of pasta?"

"Yes El Guapo, I would say you have a plethora of pasta."  I pull out the
good ole plastic card to pay for this and we exit that store.  Next on my
list of things to purchase are bottles of wine to go along with the meals.
Brad defers to my knowledge on this subject and we stop in the liquor
store.

For fish, it is difficult to go wrong with a Chardonnay, and knowing how
much fish we purchased, I took two bottles of a fine one.  The old saying,
red wine with red meat, white wine with white meat just does not exist
anymore.  For the beef, I still went with a Merlot, but also added a bottle
of Pinot Noir for the steaks.

We head back to the apartment to dump off all the items, then it is off to
the school.  The principal was very understanding.  There was a phone call
back to Brad's parents.  Luckily that conversation went better than the one
I had and evidently Brad's father was a bit more in control this time.
Brad was sent out of the room to make up his schedule while I conversed
more deeply with the head of the school.

She wanted to know who I was and why I was taking care of Brad.  I went
with the story of being an old friend of the family and that they were
planning on moving down soon.  Meanwhile he would stay with me.  She nodded
and seemed to buy it.  After a few more minutes of pleasantries, Brad
knocks on the door and announces he has his schedule.  I ask when he is
going to start school again.  Tomorrow is the answer.

I am ushered out of the office and we head home.  "Mike, I asked if I could
drive to school and they said of course I could.  I got a permit and
everything.  Isn't this great, oh, can I drive to school?"  Brad turns at
me, his eyes in a pleading look.

I laugh, "Of course you can drive to school.  I work at home now, so I
don't need to get around.  If I do, there are the metro and bus routes."
He beams at me and focuses on driving me back home.  Before getting out of
the car, we make sure to put the permit in the rear view.  We end up having
to make 2 trips bringing in all the items I purchased that day.  "I have
some work I should be doing, help yourself to whatever is in the apartment
and if you watch TV, just keep the volume down."  I shut my office door and
get to work.

I hear the bags opening and closing, knowing he is putting groceries away.
After some time, I hear the TV turn on.  At around 7pm, my stomach growls
and I realize I probably need to eat something.  I open my office door,
prepared to make a sandwich, and my senses are attacked by the great smells
emanating from the kitchen.

Brad is once again naked and runs over to me.  "I wanted to surprise you,
it is almost finished.  Just wait at the table and the meal should be
complete in 5 minutes.  Oh, you can pick out a bottle of wine that goes
with shellfish."  I stare at him like a lost puppy and walk over to the
small wine rack on the counter.  I pick out a Chardonnay.  As I remove the
cork and pour our glasses, Brad serves the first course.  It is a Lobster
Bisque.

"Wow, you really went all out.  This is magnificent."  He sits down and
begins to eat the soup.  "I do have to ask, why are you always in the buff
like that?  Don't you get cold or something?"

"I don't know I just feel comfortable doing it here with you, is that all
right?"  I nod my head, and work on my wine.  Brad stands up and clears the
soup bowls and the main course is set in front of me.  Broiled scallops,
cooked to perfection.  I engulf this and Brad just smiles at me.  He eats
his but I note his portions are smaller than mine.  I mention this and his
reply is, "Well, I don't care much for shellfish, I did it for you."

"This was a great meal, might I say better than the one last night.  You
truly outdid yourself, thank you."  He just beamed at my praise.  We finish
eating and Brad clears the plates.  I go back into my office to finish my
work for the night.  A few hours later, I hear my bedroom door close and I
guessed Brad went to sleep.  At around midnight, I leave my programming for
the next day and head for bed.  When I open the door, I was attacked by a
naked man.

"Haha, got you.  You are not escaping me."  Brad put me in a bear hug and
literally picked me up and tossed me onto the bed.  I fell down on my back
laughing, not knowing the situation I would soon be in.  He jumped on top
of me and begin stripping my shirt off and tickling me.  I begin to laugh
so hard I had tears running down my cheeks.  My gut hurt from laughing so
long.  He let up long enough for me to regain my breath then attacked anew.

He decided to remove my pants.  I could not stop him if I wanted to, my gut
was still weak from laughing, I could not even sit up.  He began tickling
again and I folded over laughing.  He was working on my thighs now.
Suddenly, I felt the warm wet embrace of a mouth around my dick.  My
laughing died down as Brad got to work.  My penis rose to the occasion and
Brad engulfed it as I knew I couldn't.  He hit bottom and I loved the
feeling of his nose on my pubes.  His head bobbed up and down on my member.
He was truly excellent at this.

His miracle tongue would swirl my head whenever he went back up on my pole.
As I got closer he pulled out.  I was going to complain when he moved into
a different position.  He sat down on my dick while facing me.  Brad began
to ride me.  With his hands, he began to jack off.  The sight was so hot, I
could not stand it.  His pace increased and I warned I would shoot soon.
He just smiled and continued on.  Just like before, he sped up and shot
before I did.  Just like before, as he shot, his sphincter muscles
contracted and this is turn made me shoot.  His cum landed on my chest.  As
the glowing moment ebbed, he retracted himself from me and licked my chest
clean.

He curled up next to me and said "Good night Mike."  I looked at him and
said good night as well.  I hit the lamp switch next to me and was plunged
in darkness.

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Part 3 of a second attempt (1st being a failure) of a story.  Please send
comments/suggestions/minor flames to franticmike@yahoo.com

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