Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2009 09:48:13 -0500
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: Seasons for the Boy, Chapter 7

Dear Reader: this is a story of adult fiction, persons under the age of 18
are not permitted to view this material.

	Events such as holidays take on new meaning when shared beyond the
norm of friends and family, such is the case with new lovers. The boys of
Bradford Academy return to their homes for the holidays and some of them
find new purpose as they head back into the throes of winter. For nature's
blanket of snow often brings forth the best in people huddled together for
warmth. As always, your comments welcome. Chris James.

drmeta4@gmail.com



			 Seasons for the Boy (M/B)


Chapter Seven

	For Jessie and Neil, Thanksgiving was a huge success. Others seemed
to enjoy it as well, for Dr. Thorne sat down with sixteen of the boarders
and about half of his faculty for a rousing good turkey dinner.

	"I should remind our young guests that the Society of Friends does
not feel the urge to celebrate many of the traditional religious holidays
so favored around the world, but Thanksgiving has a universal appeal." And
here he smiled. "I suppose we ought to reject Thanksgiving as well because
of the credit given to the Puritans in founding the tradition. But we are
known as a tolerant and accepting group of people, something they were
certainly not at the time these colonies were established.

	"The Society, unlike many of those in the Christian faith, does not
tout our martyrs of conscience who gave voice to their ministry of the
inner spirit and were thus banished or executed for their words. Those
times are past and many have been influenced by Friends to accept that we
think differently and respect life above all.

	"For we now know the Natives provided these early Puritan colonists
with the sustenance of their feast that harvest time. Oh but if the
colonies had been populated with Friends there would have been food
aplenty, a good solid table upon which to eat it and a sturdy chair in
which to sit."

	Laughter from the adults in the room and Thorne shook his head. "I
speak too proudly of our accomplishments, it is not fitting. For as men and
women of peace we would probably have hesitated to shoot that first
turkey."

	Now everyone laughed and so did Thorne. "So let us give thanks
where thanks is due. The white man came to this country and enslaved the
native population, carted in ship loads of black men stolen from their own
lands and now threatens the poor Mexican who struggles to feed his
family. For amidst the chaos Friends have always been the voice of
conscience, reason and peace. We give thanks for that dedication and truly
believe that all should allow their lives to speak."

	There were nods and quiet smiles around the tables in the
cafeteria. And then the food was passed around. Steve glanced up at the
clock and smiled. In two hours Red would be here to pick him up for their
weekend together. It was beginning to affect him more each time he saw the
boy.

	At first it was the sex, for that is what had brought them
together. But he was beginning to admire the softer qualities the boy
expressed; the affection between them was growing. They were only two years
apart in age and yet they both knew the school would frown upon the budding
relationship they were sharing.

	Tom Boswell had seen them together the previous weekend when Steve
had come back for the rehearsal. They had only been sitting in Red's car
and not even touching when Tom walked up to say hello.

	And then yesterday when Tom found out Red was taking him again this
weekend...well that was when the questions had started.

	"I'm only having him help me with my math, he's a wiz at that you
know," Steve had replied to the question about why they were together this
past Sunday. "Look, I know what you might think, but Red's a good person, I
like his mother a lot. At least he's taken an interest in me, I don't like
the way freshmen are treated and he doesn't see me like that."

	OK, so it wasn't all that convincing, but Tom wanted to believe
that nothing was happening between them and so he did. Steve's mother had
done the rest by writing that permission slip which mentioned what a good
boy Steve was and how he would never get in any kind of trouble, she
trusted him.

	And now he would have three whole nights with Red, providing the
boy's mother didn't begin to question their relationship as well. Steve
knew Red's reputation as a horn dog, and even the bisexual label didn't
worry him one bit. He might only be fifteen but Steve knew a thing or two
about boys, and this one was falling in love with him.

	Being out to the other boys at school brought Steve a certain
amount of personal comfort and status. The boys in his own class were kind,
even deferential, because each of them knew it took courage to declare
himself gay. They may not have reacted so well if they knew he'd spent the
last weekend fucking the hell out of an upperclassman.

	That Red would allow him to do such a thing spoke volumes about the
way the boy wanted something from him, and Steve was open to
suggestion. Lord, the sex had been awesome; Red was such a wonderful
lover...Lover? Now where had that come from?

	Since about seventh grade Steve had managed to find
boys...available boys, boys who wanted the thrill of sex from someone who
knew what they were doing. And Steve had made it his business to find out
everything he could, starting at age twelve with his soccer coach
Mr. Dunlop.

	Steve's mother had been divorced since the boy was eight, his dad
was a shadowy figure he only saw on occasion, usually when the guy felt
guilty about ignoring his sons. Steve's older sister and brother pretty
much ignored him, they were teenagers of the worst sort, all stuck up
because of their mother's money.

	Brad drove a new Mustang but always seemed too busy to give Steve a
ride anywhere, his sister was a junior and dating some twenty something guy
behind his mom's back. Neither of them were aware of their gay little
brother's interests, he figured that a good thing. But Steve had never come
around to telling his mother either, being gay was his business and no one
else's.

	So with his mom busy running her decorating business Steve had the
free time to prowl around Pittsburg as if he owned the town. No one seemed
to question the kid on his bike even though he might be fifteen miles from
home; he was just too independent for his own good.

	But he fancied other boys and the surest way to meet them was to
play sports. His middle school had little to offer in the way of athletics,
so he joined the junior soccer league; it was like scoring a homerun with
the bases loaded. Thirty boys met twice each week and again on Saturday. It
all went well until the league moved their practices indoors for the
winter; Steve could not reach the site by bicycle.

	He begged his mom to force Brad to take him, that didn't work. He
asked for taxi money and she balked at that, so he went to the coach for
advice, he really wanted to play...and not just soccer. They called him
Coach D, Joseph Dunlop, age forty one, and all around nice guy. He'd been
an athletic coach and teacher in some mid-western college, at least that's
the story he told.

	His response to Steve was a smile, and the offer to personally pick
the boy up at home and transport him to the practices. Steve was
overwhelmed with gratitude and had no idea how he would repay the man, and
then he caught Coach D staring at his crotch. Oh, well that would be easy
payment.

	Steve dressed for practice two days later and conveniently forgot
to wear his jock under those little white shorts. Dunlop caught onto that
pretty quickly once they were in his van.

	"Steve, did you forget to wear something? I don't want to see you
get hurt," He said.

	"Forget? Oh yeah, my mom washed it," Steve said, pulling out the
cuff of his shorts and exposing his balls to the man."

	"Lord...and you have such big balls too, I don't want to see those
get damaged, you be very careful today, OK?" Dunlop said.

	"I will Coach...why do you think they're so big?" Steve asked.

	"Most boys your age are just starting puberty, but I guess you're
the exception."

	"Oh, now I get it. I thought all of us had hair and a fat penis at
this age, you mean I'm ahead of the other boys?"

	"I don't know...I haven't actually seen the goodies," Dunlop said.

	"I could show you, but what about all those people out there in the
other cars? It might be embarrassing," Steve said.

	"Then let me pull over, it will only take a minute," Dunlop said.

	Steve almost laughed at the man's eagerness, but this was all too
exciting, in fact he was getting a boner just thinking about showing it to
his Coach. And so Dunlop pulled into the parking lot of a church and shut
off the engine.

	"Maybe we ought to do this in back," He suggested.

	"Yeah, you have a cool van," Steve replied, and he followed Dunlop
to the back and sat on the custom built couch. Steve didn't even wait for
the man to suggest anything; he slid his shorts down to his ankles and sat
back.

	"Wow, you are developed," Dunlop said. He was looking down on
Steve's erection which was rapidly approaching full mast. "How long is it,
do you know?"

	"Five inches last time I measured it," Steve said with a smile, and
then added proudly. "It shoots real far too."

	"I figured you masturbated, I would too if I had a cock like that,"
Dunlop said. He licked his lips nervously and Steve saw the man staring at
his cock.

	"It gets real hard, is that why they call it a boner?" Steve
asked. He pinched his swollen meat between a finger and his thumb. "Yeah,
it's real hard now...you wanna feel it?"

	"I don't know Steve; I don't want to upset you..."

	Steve smiled. "It's OK, I won't tell anyone."

	And Dunlop slid to his knees between Steve's legs and gently
grasped that stiffness, there was no turning back. Steve sighed and laid
his head back against the cushions, sliding his body down and spreading his
legs. A more open invitation Dunlop had never seen.

	Steve thrilled at the touch of another hand, and then Dunlop
started stroking him gently.

	"Oh yeah...more...more," Steve cooed, and then he felt Dunlop's
hand grasp him firmly and begin stroking in earnest. It was good, better
than he could do, but Steve wanted it all.

	"Oh yeah...that feels so good, nothing could feel better," Steve
moaned.

	He almost laughed when Dunlop's lips surrounded his cock, that had
been too easy, but it also felt divine. Steve didn't move until Dunlop had
all five inches down his throat, and then he began to thrust upwards.

	"Oh God...yes," Steve groaned. "Oh yes...it feels so good."

	And it did, Steve's first blow job, something he had only dreamed
about and the feelings...the feelings overwhelmed him and he shot off in
Dunlop's mouth in less than a minute. But the man expected that, and he
swallowed, his lips sucking out every drop of the boy's cum. Steve was
about to scream, it was so sensitive, but then Dunlop allowed his cock to
slide out and he sat back, staring up into Steve's face.

	Steve opened his eyes and gazed down, the front of Dunlop's shorts
was wet, it seemed like the man had cum too.

	"Oh, you got there too," Steve said.

	Dunlop looked down. "No, that's only precum, the main event hasn't
happened yet."

	Steve didn't even pull his shorts up, he leaned down and pushed
Dunlop over on the shag carpet and tugged the man's shorts down, releasing
the swollen cock. God, it was big...way big. But Steve fell on it like a
starving dog, and tried to swallow it all. He gagged and Dunlop laughed.

	"Slow down, it's all yours if you want it."

	And Steve did, he worked the length with his lips, raking Dunlop's
cock with his teeth and getting a lecture on how to do it right. He covered
his teeth with his lips and Dunlop lay back with a groan as Steve went to
town.

	He'd never had such a big cock to play with before, and this one
was all his. The sucking and stroking soon had their expected results, but
Dunlop warned him.

	"Going to cum any second, I don't want you to choke," He said.

	Choke? Not on your life. Steve was lost in the clouds; he was
sucking a man's cock. Drown maybe, but what a way to go. And when Dunlop
groaned long and hard, his cock swelled and released a frightening volume
of cum. Steve tried to swallow it all, but it kept on squirting and he
couldn't manage it, the rest dribbled from the corners of his mouth and
fell into Dunlop's pubes.

	It was bitter, and yet familiar, but not at all like his own which
Steve had been eating for half a year. Still, it was man cum, something he
understood would become a life long obsession.  They were late for
practice, and from then on Dunlop always arrived a half hour early to pick
him up.

	But when he reached eighth grade at school, Steve abandoned the
soccer league and Dunlop. By then he was sure the guy was doing things with
several other boys as well. But then came Martin...Josh...Jerry...Bobby,
boys he seduced and taught to love what his mouth could perform on their
hard young cocks, and he even had a moment of fun with his brother Brad.

	Granted the boy was drunk off his ass, but his cock was hard as
hell. Steve watched his brother stagger up the stairs, and in a moment of
kindness helped Brad to his room so their mom wouldn't find out. The boy
flopped on his bed and Steve removed his shoes, looking up at the swelling
in Brad's jeans. It had been a while since he'd seen the bro's equipment,
now seemed as good a time as any to take a peek.

	Brad didn't say a word as Steve unsnapped his pants and pulled his
zipper down; maybe he was too far gone. But Steve managed to tug Brad's
jeans off, dislodging his boxers as well. OK, maybe large cocks were a
family trait, gave him something to look forward to. But Brad's cock kept
going up and down, as if the swirling thoughts in his besotted brain were
stimulating him and then backing off.

	Steve grasped the thing and stroked, it began to stiffen and stayed
that way...so what the hell. Brad moaned and groaned as his little brother
sucked him off, never once objecting, never saying a word, just the
expressions of pleasure. It took Steve almost fifteen minutes to get him
off; it must have been the alcohol. But there were a few gasps and Brad
filled his mouth, causing Steve to swallow genetic material akin to his
own.

	And then he pulled Brad's boxers back up and covered his brother
with a blanket, mission accomplished. There was never a word said about
that night, but Steve soon understood that Brad realized what had
happened. Not a word, but Brad now gave him rides anywhere he wanted, maybe
it was guilt or to keep his mouth shut. But never a word passed between
them.

	And then as Steve slipped out of eighth grade his sister moved to
California and his brother graduated high school, quickly moving out of the
house. Steve's mother had lost her live in child sitter. She didn't know
what to do; Bradford was her best option so she took it.

	It was Steve's choice to avoid going home for the holiday weekend,
with Red right there he wasn't about to leave. And now the clock left him
an hour to wait, he could only hope Red would come early...and frequently,
he thought with a smile.

	His obsessions over Jessie had kept his eyes focused on the boy at
their lunch table. What he saw was Jessie steadily falling in love with
Neil and that brought on a surge of envy. And then out of the blue Neil had
sat and talked with him, mano a mano. It was a revelation, and now all he
felt when he looked at the two lovebirds was warmth, they were so lucky.

	And so his eyes left that scene and one day he realized Red was
looking at him, he could only wonder at how long the boy had been doing
that. But when Red was caught and their eyes finally met, his face flamed
with embarrassment, and all Steve could think was how cute he really
looked.

	The following day Steve shifted seats, now he was across the table
from Red and returning those curious glances. They talked, and then they
walked, it was how Red came to invite him to stay the weekend...that
glorious weekend. And now every time he saw the boy he felt the tightness
in his chest as his heart pounded out a new beat, Red wasn't the only one
falling in love.


						* * * * *

	Falling in love was one thing but that Thanksgiving others were
ending their need for love. Nora had been met at the airport by her
father's driver and whisked away to the Elkin's mansion. It was a place of
memories from long ago, and even though she visited twice a year they
always left her feeing warm and fuzzy.

	She had just entered high school when her father moved them out of
New York to Lansing; it was a time of tears and hatred, all directed at the
man who paved the way for her pampered life. But she had found new friends
as the old faded into memory, and she had discovered what her feminine
charms were worth.

	Dating was a little difficult, her first real boyfriend was spooked
when he realized her father had them followed and under surveillance the
whole night. When he stopped calling Nora moved on, finding herself a boy
at a slightly higher level of wealth consciousness. He laughed at the tail,
and quickly drove them off to the country club. The man following them
wasn't able to get past the guard at the gates, she thought the boy fairly
clever.

	His name was Dennis and she quickly found his hands had no
boundaries when it came to touching her most intimate of places. On their
second date they came straight to the club, skipped the table he had
reserved and took a walk out on the golf course. Nora was just seventeen,
Dennis a year older, and she lost her virginity in the gazebo on the
seventh green.

	Having a wonderful mother as she grew up gave Nora a strong sense
of herself; it all came crashing down when her mother died of cancer just a
few weeks after Nora turned nineteen. The grief halted her college career
for the rest of that year, it took a lot of strength to go back, but her
father provided the impetus, he remarried.

	No one could take the place if her mother and it took Nora a long
time to understand her father felt the same way. The women that followed
were nothing like her mother, her father seemed to be on a self destructive
bend, and the subsequent marriages only proved that, all four of them. Nora
hardly bothered to know these women, they just seemed like guests in her
father's home, and she married herself away just to get out of there.

	But her first marriage ended badly six months after it had
begun. It convinced her that all men were scoundrels, prone to cheating at
the drop of a hat. Imagine finding her husband in their bed with the maid,
it was all too much; she had damn near killed them both with her husband's
pistol. Maybe she should have taken better aim except she was laughing too
hard.

	The sight of him scrambling naked to hide behind the poor young
girl, his penis waving in the breeze, was just too much. She blew several
holes in the wall over their heads before the woman fainted, leaving Martin
without anything to hide behind. He begged and she laughed, waving the
pistol in his face and aiming at his balls.

	Instead of emasculating him she stomped out through the patio doors
and threw the gun in the swimming pool. She would never allow another
firearm in her house; it had all been too tempting. Clayton might have
found that out the hard way.

	Clayton had been a smooth operator, but he came into her life at
the right time, she was ready to settle down and have a family. He gave her
every chance to back out but she thought it could work, and then the
pregnancy sealed the deal. Neil was a beautiful baby, the first and last
one she would ever have. Her body suffered, her ovaries were removed, and
it was a done deal.

	But Neil had been a delight, and even Clayton seemed proud of the
boy...for a while. It was about the time that Neil was six when Nora
noticed the boy clung to her and tried to copy her motherly chores around
the house. By eight he was clearing the table and washing the dishes, she
saw this as helpful and responsible, Clayton saw something else.

	His continued comments about the boy doing woman's work didn't help
the frost she felt growing between them, and by the time Neil was ten she
took her own bedroom across the hall. It didn't help that Neil had fears at
that age, his father being one of them, but it made the boy get up in the
middle of the night and crawl in bed with her. Clayton harped on that of
course, the boy was less than manly and it was all her fault.

	But the very first time she saw Clayton raise his hand to the boy
she knew their days were numbered. Reconciliation between father and son
seemed impossible, and then when Neil was fourteen Clayton actually struck
him. It was some perceived slight but Clayton raised his arm and the hand
slapped Neil's face. Neil immediately started crying and ran off to his
room.

	"You ever touch that boy again and I'll...I'll..." Nora screamed.

	"You'll do what, pumpkin" Clayton asked, that slimy smile on his
face. He knew she hated that pet name. And Nora grew cold, and then bared
her teeth at him.

	"I'll tell my father to have you shot." And she stomped off to
comfort Neil. It was good thing she didn't have a gun, it would have ended
there.

	Now as she rode on the highway towards her father, Nora hated the
idea she would have to tell him the details of what had happened. Neil's
sexual feelings had never been discussed between them, she had no idea how
her father would react. But he was a thoughtful man; he didn't get this far
by being callous to his family, just the ex-wives.

	The driver pulled through the front gates and on up the long
circular drive, stopping at the front door. He got out and opened her door.

	"I'll get the bags, Mrs. Dennison."

	"Thank you." Damn, she didn't even know the man's name.

	But she never even tried to learn who they were; her father seemed
to go through so many staffers it wasn't funny anymore. The wide brick
steps led her up to the white double doors and just as she approached they
opened, and she saw Consuelo.

	"Missy Nora...you have come," Consuelo said, and they hugged.

	The woman had been with the family since day one here in Lansing,
she had been a young woman herself in those days, now the gray was starting
to show. But Nora had sought the comfort of her kitchen, and she was the
only other woman Nora wanted to see in this house. Her father would never
think of dismissing Consuelo, he knew Nora would disown him.

	Her father was sitting in the library, probably trying to look
busy. Nora swept into the room and smiled.

	"Hello Dad," She said.

	"Hey sweetie, how was the trip?"

	"Fine, smooth sailing...thank you for sending the car," Nora said.

	"So Freddy found you I take it, good...come, sit down."

	Her father was semi-retired from the business, probably the
greatest gift he could give the employees of the company. He could be
cantankerous and angry, but never mean spirited; it was always a love/hate
thing with him. She was the beloved child of his second wife Edith; their
marriage had lasted almost twenty years until that cancer had provided the
divorce.

	She couldn't blame her father for taking another wife, or two, or
three...yes, there had been five now. He had powerful needs, as befit a
powerful man...he just made poor choices. And Nora gazed around the room
for a photo of number five, Denise...or was it Bambi? The woman had been a
stripper, what was her father thinking? But he was only sixty-four; he
still had a lot of life in him, or was it Viagra? Nora figured Bambi would
be put out to pasture soon enough.

	"Where's Denise?" Nora asked, failing to find the sought after
photo.

	"Off with her family in St. Louis, fine with me." Her father
replied.

	"Oh Daddy, what happened now?"

	"We should have introduced her to Clayton; they're two of a kind."

	"Oh Lord, you had to mention that...bastard, he hit Neil you know,"
Nora said.

	Her father chuckled. "I saw the mug shots, nasty welt on the side
of his face, fry pans do that."

	"I don't even know where he is, I just hope he stays away..." Nora
began.

	"He will...he's in San Diego looking for work."

	"San Diego? What the hell?"

	"He received a job offer and a plane ticket," Her father said, and
then he smiled.  "Unfortunately no one met the plane and he doesn't have
enough cash to get back...most unfortunate."

	"Oh Daddy that's mean...and very funny," Nora laughed.

	"So, are you going to change your name back to Elkins?" Her father
asked.

	"No, I won't do that to Neil, he needs to move on and so do I,
maybe down the road."

	"How is the boy?"

	"Just fine, Bradford is a great school and his grades are top
notch," Nora said.

	He father smiled. "I know you well enough by now, I see that look
on your face...what else?"

	Nora sighed. "I just got here and already you want depth...OK, he's
in love."

	"Ahh, how wonderful for him...who is she?"

	Nora laughed. "Now there's an issue you'll have to chew on a while,
it's a boy...Neil is gay."

	Her father closed his eyes, his head nodding, and then he looked up
at her. "Were you ever planning to tell me?"

	"I'm very proud of him, Dad. His being gay doesn't affect me in the
least, except that I won't have any grandchildren. He's found himself the
most wonderful young man, a brilliant pianist, and they are deeply in
love. I give them better odds at success than you or I ever had."

	"The gay thing...I know it exists, I don't understand it...I don't
know if I want to. Is he sure?"

	Nora nodded. "I'm sure Jessie is his first true love, but if you
could see them together..."  And she sighed. "He's become like another son
to me; I can't reject what I see...I can only envy what they have."

	"I suppose I'll have to take your word for it since Neil didn't
bother to come see me."

	"He's with Jessie in Philly at the moment, but he's coming here for
Christmas. And Dad, I was going to ask Jessie to join us for the New Year."

	"You want that boy...all right...I suppose, if that's what Neil
wants."

	"It is, and I'll ask him if you'll behave," Nora said.

	He father smiled. "You sound more like your mother every day, she
would be so proud."

	Nora nodded, sensing the sadness in her father's voice. "We'll make
it a joyous Christmas season; it will be good to have the sound of young
laughter within in these old walls. But you have to get a piano, Dad. Buy
one, rent one, I don't care, but it has to be the best one available."

	"This Jessie must be pretty special then...OK, a piano."

	"He is special, but then you'll decide that for yourself just as I
did," Nora said.

	"You think I like playing the part of a Scrooge? No sweetie, it was
forced upon me; the business world does that to people." And then her
father smiled. "I would much rather have been Tiny Tim. We'll let the boys
have their joyous New Year; I need a good dose of laughter in my life. So
you ready for tomorrow?"

	"Yes, Dad...I brought warm clothes," Nora said.

	It had been twenty four years since their first Thanksgiving
tradition was started, thanks to her mother. It was something her father
would never forget, and he had perpetuated it in her name. So each and
every Thanksgiving they dressed in plain warm clothes and drove down to the
mission named after her mother. The Edith Barker Rescue Mission, for they
had used her maiden name, fed and sheltered the destitute year round, only
it was worse in the winter months.

	For a man such as Robert Elkins to move himself to serve a
Thanksgiving meal to those unfortunate souls was one of the things Nora
admired about her father. He did it for a memory and he did it because he
had never felt the bite of poverty in his own life. But even as his money
joined with other civic leaders to provide all this, it was his will power
that kept it alive, and it humbled him.

	They had never been a very religious family, but her father
believed in the human spirit, and the good works a man must do in
life. Nora was never more proud of him than when he stood behind the
serving counter and handed out food and spoke kind words to those in
need. It belied the image he often held as that financial Scrooge, she knew
better.


						* * * * *

	And yet Dr. Thorne was a humble man every day of his life, as he
sat amidst the boys of his school and acted like one of them. He loved to
hear their jokes and stories, their energy kept him young. And he knew the
other members of the faculty were sitting there amused at his antics. He
had always wanted to be a circus clown, his constant dream as a young
child, much younger than these boys.

	He could do tricks with his hands, make coins disappear and
reappear, it was an unseemly delight for a strict family of Friends, but
these boys were not of that persuasion. They thrilled at his little moments
of fun, for he felt all the boarders were special, and the stern
countenance of a headmaster didn't suit him when he was at play with the
children. Steve slipped out of the room and ran up three flights to his
dorm; he sat his chair in front of the window and waited.

	The soft knock on the door startled him and he turned to see Tom
standing there.

	"Waiting for Red I imagine?" Tom asked.

	"Yes he's due any minute." Steve stood up as Tom approached,
tense...wondering.

	"Look, I'm sure you have feelings for him...I don't think that's a
bad thing. You're both gay, you're both bright young men, otherwise you
wouldn't be here."

	Tom put his hand on Steve's head and tilted it back until their
eyes met. The boy was adorable, a moppet as they used to call them when he
was younger. But a mature young man as well, he had needs and so did Red.

	"Just remember, Steve. Be safe and you'll never be sorry, OK?"

	"I...I don't know what to say."

	"I know you, or at least boys like you, I was one of them. I had to
try everything, you know what I mean?"

	Steve began to blush and Tom smiled. "Yes, I guess you do by
now. This isn't a lecture about the birds and the bees, you're past that
stage. I can't tell you what you should or shouldn't do, I can just tell
you to be safe. Some things shouldn't happen; you're still too young to
experience them just yet. But if you're faced with the choice of should I
or shouldn't I...just remember it only happens once and then there's the
rest of your life."

	"You mean my virginity, don't you?" Steve asked.

	Tom nodded but didn't say the word. "It's yours to keep or give
away, just think hard before you take a step that you may regret later on."

	"I...I think I love him," Steve said, his voice just above a
whisper.

	Tom smiled. "And that's the best feeling in the whole world, isn't
it?" And Steve nodded.  "Then if he loves you he won't ever want to hurt
you, and that's a good thing. You don't have to hurt yourself to prove your
love...he'll see it in your eyes. Stay safe, no regrets."

	Steve threw his arms around Tom's neck and squeezed. He heard the
boy sigh. "You're just so great, Tom...you're the best guy I know," Steve
said.

	Tom hugged back. "Thank you, Steve."

	They heard the door open at the end of the hall and they both let
go, only a few seconds later Red was standing at the door.

	"Hey, Tom...you ready Steve?"

	"Yeah I'm ready," Steve said, looking up at Tom with a smile. "See
ya on Sunday, we'll be havin a safe weekend, don't worry."

	"Bye guys...drive safe," Tom said, and they were off, running down
the hall and slamming through the hallway door.

	Tom stood and looked around the room at the trappings of a
freshman. Lord, he remembered those days and was glad when they were
over. He hoped Steve would listen to him and play it smart, it would be so
much easier than damage control.

	Twice in his career at Bradford did he have to take boys to the
hospital. One was self inflicted, a gross error on the boy's part. The
other...that had been sad, it was rape pure and simple. That was one of the
reasons Bradford tried to hold the line between the older and younger
students. How could he explain to Steve about moments of passion and the
stupid things that happened during those times?

	It was all a part of the observation, for he had judged both boys
already. Steve, well his little body was mature in some ways, his behind
wouldn't catch up for some years to come. And Red, that had been easier to
diagnose, the boy popped wood at the slightest provocation. Standing there
in front the chorus he'd seen the size of Red's bulge and the resulting
lump that the boy often tried to hide, horses should be so lucky.

	They were not well met for what their hormones might push them to
do. His only hope was that Steve had a good head on his shoulders, and from
what he had seen, Red would do anything the boy asked of him. Maybe not
this weekend, but they were bound to try and see if it would work. He just
hoped Steve would scream loud enough if it hurt.

	Red was almost down the driveway when he laughed. "Did you see the
weather report for this weekend?"

	"Nope, but it feels like snow," Steve replied.

	"Oh yeah, a broad band of artic air crossing the Great Lakes as we
speak, we may get dumped on just like last year. Might even get us snowed
in...Now that would be fun."

	"Yeah, and maybe I wouldn't be able to get back to school for days
and days."

	"My thoughts exactly, I think its great having you around," Red
said.

	"Yeah...me too," Steve said.

	Red's little Honda took them across town and over past the strip
mall, the high school loomed off to the right.

	"Glad you don't go there," Steve said.

	"God yes, that's dork heaven...they almost put a kid in jail from
there last week, he was carving the word faggot on the men's room
door. Imagine me having to deal with that crap."

	"I really meant if you went there I never would have met you,"
Steve said.

	Red smiled. "Aw, that's sweet...we really got something going on,
don't we?"

	"You asking if I love you?" Steve said.

	Red didn't answer for a moment, and then he nodded. "Yeah
Steve...what do you feel about us?"

	Steve smiled. "Not exactly a romantic setting...but Red...I think I
love you."

	Red grinned, and then swung the Honda into the parking lot of the
grocery store; he accelerated right on past the building and swung around
back. The area was deserted and he slammed on the brakes, throwing the car
in park.

	Then he turned to Steve. "I...I've never said this to anyone
before, but I can't breathe when I'm with you, I can't think of anything
else except you, I've been crazy all day long with these feelings. I love
you, Steve...God knows, I really love you."

	And they reached for one another, only to be jerked back by the
seatbelts. They both went for the releases and the belts snapped off, then
they clung together.

	"I know what we had last weekend was just sex, Steve...but I felt
like it started something inside of me. Do you understand?"

	"Yeah...I didn't sleep hardly at all after you left on Sunday...and
then three days of sitting with you at lunch...I was going crazy with the
feelings," Steve admitted.

	"Oh Jeez...we're in love, it feels so good...you feel so good," Red
said.

	Steve put a hand out and felt Red's cheek, and their faces came
together, lips meeting. They had kissed with passion the week before but
now it felt different, Steve could feel that kiss tingle all the way down
to his toes. Just having declared their love made life different, and that
required a new level of exploration.


	Red nuzzled his neck, his lips kissing along Steve's jaw line and
up to his earlobe. Steve's cock was straining, he'd been erect since that
first kiss and Red's hand grasped the bulge in his jeans. Steve moaned and
Red undid the belt, unsnapping the waistband and his hand slid down Steve's
belly and plunged towards the stiffness.

	As the hand grasped his cock Steve groaned, and his lips sought
Red's mouth again. They kissed, tongues dueling and Red's hand began to
move.

	"Oh...you better stop," Steve said, pulling back from the kiss, and
grinning. "I...I haven't done anything all week, been saving it for you. So
you keep that up and I am gonna make a huge mess pronto."

	"You saved it for me? Aw, Stevie..." And Red pushed the boy back
against the passenger door and used both hands to tug the jeans open. "I
can't wait...I need your sweet stuff now," Red said.

	Steve giggled and the boy pulled down his boxers and homed in on
his erection. Red loved this cock, it was the perfect size for him to
swallow completely, and so he did. Steve groaned and the head of his cock
flared filling Red's throat. The boy had better be prepared; this wasn't
going to take long.

	And Steve ran his fingers through that coarse red hair, feeling the
adoration his cock was receiving and knowing this was Red's way of saying
he was in love. And all too soon he felt the pressure rising, his balls
about to give up a feast of sperm. Steve's fingers tightened their grasp on
Red's hair and his eyes rolled back as the feeling began at the base of his
cock and traveled upwards.

	"Oh God...Oh God," Steve began to chant, his whole body twitching
with every move of Red's mouth. "Oh God...ahhh, I...I...," But he never got
the words out as the sudden heat of orgasm inflamed his crotch and like a
volcano he erupted in Red's mouth.

	Steve wasn't kidding; it had been four days since his last orgasm
at Red's house, the buildup was enormous. Red snorted like a pig in heat
and swallowed down the fragrant offering, his head filled with the scent of
Steve's sperm. It was the best feeling in the world, he had done it for
Steve, and he had done it because he loved the boy.

	And as his tongue searched for any remaining drops, Red felt the
fingers in his hair let go and Steve deflated. Red looked up and saw
ecstasy etched across Steve's face, and he felt proud, he had pleased his
lover.

	"Oh God...that was awesome," And Steve giggled. "Do I still have
balls, or did they dissolve in the blast?"

	Red leaned his face forward and took Steve's balls in his mouth.

	"Oh God...no, they ache, they must be attached," Steve groaned, but
the pain felt delicious. "Stop, baby...please."

	Red gently let them go and looked up into Steve's eyes. God, the
boy was so fucking awesome, so beautiful, and Red felt the tears flood his
eyes and roll down his cheeks. God, he was so lucky to be in love...so
lucky.

	"Aww..." Steve said and he pulled at Red's ears until the boy
followed and their lips met once again in a brief kiss. "Don't cry baby...I
feel it too, this is all real...I'm here to stay."

	And Red sobbed, laying his face against Steve's chest and feeling
the heart beat within. God, he was so happy, nothing had ever felt this
good.

	"Red?"

	"Yeah, sweetie?"

	"Move slowly and sit back up," Steve said, his hands reaching down
and pulling his jeans back up. "A cop car just pulled into the lot at the
other end of the building."

	Red slid back and sat up; allowing Steve to pulled his jeans in
place and fasten his belt.

	"Uh oh, he's coming this way," Red said.

	Steve grinned. "Not to worry, I got us covered."

	The cop car pulled up beside them on Steve's side and the man
looked over. Steve popped his door and leaned out, making retching sounds
as if he was gonna blow his cookies. The powered window of the police car
glided downwards. Steve renewed his effort to vomit, making all the right
sounds.

	"You OK, young man?" The cop asked.

	Steve looked up and gave out a sick looking smile. "No...I ate too
much."

	The cop nodded. "You from Bradford?"

	"Yeah," Red acknowledged. "Sorry...I couldn't let him get sick in
my car."

	"Take him home and put him to bed, just don't sit back here
long...it doesn't look good," The cop said.

	"Thank you, sir," Red yelled.

	The cop pulled away and Steve's body started shaking, he sat up
laughing. "Works every time."

	"God, I thought you were puking," Red laughed.

	"Just acting, let's get the hell out of here," Steve said.

	Red revved the engine and drove back towards the highway, two miles
up he turned into Winchester Estates and a minute later pulled into his
driveway.

	"God, I hope it snows like a bitch," Steve said. "Then I'll have
plenty of time to return that gesture."

	Red laid a hand on Steve's thigh. "No hurry...I'm not going
anywhere."


					       * * * * *

	"It's going to snow at home; did you catch that weather report?"
Neil asked, his face pressed against Jessie's neck.

	"You worried about driving back?" Jessie asked.

	"Naw, the Jeep can handle it if they clear the roads," Neil said,
and then he laughed.  "Thorne will have all the boarders out with shovels,
lucky you."

	Jessie smiled. "Yeah, lucky me...but not because of that." He
rolled over and placed a hand on Neil's cheek. "Because of you."

	Neil smiled. "I think your aunt and uncle like me, they want to
meet Mom."

	Jessie nodded...his face aglow with the love they had just
shared. "I think they see us as a couple. Wow...that sounds so nice."

	"Hmm, it sure does," Neil said, returning the caresses to Jessie's
face. "How did you get to be so beautiful?"

	"Stop, I'm not all that. Now you, there's something special,"
Jessie said.

	Neil laughed. "No, we're something special...I'm nothing without
us."

	"So do we play tourist tomorrow or Saturday?" Jessie asked.

	"Tomorrow sounds better, rest up Saturday," Neil suggested.

	"Yeah, the drive back might not be as much fun. If we get snow here
then we can help Uncle George shovel it off before we go." Jessie tried a
smile but yawned instead.

	"OK, let's snuggle down and sleep," Neil said.

	Jessie gave him one last kiss and then rolled over, feeling Neil
spoon closer until they were in full contact. This has been the best
Thanksgiving ever, Jessie thought...but now he couldn't wait to see what
Christmas held for them.

	Neil had talked to his mother just a few hours ago, the one sided
conversation had been a little confusing to Jessie, but Neil brightened up
at one point and stared at him, nodding and saying, "I'll ask...that's a
wonderful idea."

	"Ask what?" Jessie wanted to know.

	"Let's go talk to your aunt and uncle...they have to decide," Neil
said.

	George and Diana looked up as the boys came back in the parlor.

	"Is everything going well with your mother" Diana asked.

	"She's fine, my grandfather is too," Neil said. "They just got back
from the mission; it's what they...what we do on Thanksgiving, a family
tradition."

	"Mission?" Jessie asked, and Neil explained the founding of the
Edith Barker Mission.

	George nodded when he was done. "Sounds like your family has made
some good choices, that's very charitable."

	"I go with them when I'm there, it's pretty depressing, but those
poor people need someone to do something for them."

	"Ask what...did you forget?" Jessie insisted.

	"Oh...my mother would like to invite Jessie to New Year with us,
after he spends Christmas here with you. She'd pay for the plane ticket to
get him there, and then fly back with us to Boston," Neil said.

	Diana looked at her husband and he smiled. "I don't suppose it
would be fair to keep Jessie all to ourselves for two weeks...sure, it's
fine with us," George said.

	"Thank you, I really would miss him...and I think my grandfather
would like to meet Jessie," Neil said.

	"I didn't think he knew..." Jessie said.

	Neil laughed. "He does now, Mom told him everything. I wonder how
he took it?"

	"Does your grandfather have an issue with gay people?" George
asked.

	"No...not that I've ever seen." Neil said. "He's cool."

	The boys awoke to frigid temperatures and the smell of snow in the
air. Yes, if they were going to see historic Philadelphia it had better
start this morning, by later tonight it might start snowing.

	Always helpful, Diana had a map which she had marked up with places
to see, and more importantly, places to park. Living on the outskirts of a
famous city, friends often came to visit and she had decided this was the
best way for them to see everything without the hassle.

	The downtown area was a little warmer as Neil parked the car two
blocks from the visitor's center, all the historic places were within easy
walking distance.

	"I plan to get a lot of brochures, stuff to take back and show the
guys at school," Neil said.

	"Good idea, Mr. Jenson might let us do a presentation in history
class," Jessie said, and then he laughed. "Is that too kiss ass or what?"

	"No not at all, it's information, all well and good. Hey, there's
the Quaker Meeting house, Thorne mentioned that. Jeez, all these buildings
look so old."

	"Duh...historic, remember?" Jessie said.

	"Don't duh me, it's just an observation," Neil laughed. "Where's
the Liberty Bell?"

	"Come on, Duh...I'll show you."

	The bell wasn't as big as Neil thought it would be, but then Jessie
explained it wasn't the real deal either, that was kept hidden
away. Independence Hall was impressive, and they stood behind the ropes and
looked at the room in which the country was born.

	"Wow, so this is where it all happened?" Neil said.

	"Yes, it must have been terrifying to stand up to England like they
did, and what they accomplished here was only the first step. This room was
filled with some pretty brave men."  And then Jesse smiled. "I wonder if
any of them was gay?"

	"Lord, I doubt it," Neil said. He looked through the tall windows
and saw the snow coming down. "Oh, maybe we ought to get out of here, it
looks pretty heavy already."

	The large white flakes were just beginning to stick as they got
back to the Jeep.

	"I'm sorry we can't stay longer, they really have a lot of
interesting little places we could see all over the downtown area," Jessie
said.

	"I'm sure, but I bet most of it's online too, I got to see what I
wanted," Neil replied.

	"Next time we do it in spring or summer, it's really pretty
then. We'll ask Uncle George to take us around; he knows everything so much
better than I do."

	Neil leaned over and gave Jessie a quick kiss. "But I bet he
doesn't kiss as well as you do."

	Jessie laughed. "I sure hope not."

	The drive back wasn't bad but the weatherman on the radio said they
were in for a whole lot more snow. George had gone to work before they left
but he was back later that afternoon, even the courts had closed early.

	"So judges get snow days too?" Neil asked.

	George laughed. "Yes, but unlike students that only means our work
piles up. The need of our citizens never ends."

	"I don't know if you boys are going to get out of here tomorrow,"
Diana said.

	"If it gets really bad we'll just have to call the school and tell
them we won't even try, Jessie said.

	"I bet it's even worse up there," Neil said. "And I know how to
find out, can we call Pat?"

	"Oh, good thinking, let's do that," Jessie said. He looked over at
his aunt. "I'm sorry, but it's long distance."

	"That's fine, dear...anything to keep you safe," Diana replied.

	Jessie led the way up to his bedroom so Neil could get the number
out of his wallet. He dialed the number and let it ring three times.

	"Hello?" Pat said.

	"Pat...its Neil...how's the weather up there?"

	"Neil...you still down in Philly?"

	"Yes I am, we are, and it's snowing like hell."

	"Oh, you might want to reconsider traveling, we have almost two
feet and it's still coming down," Pat said. "No high winds, but they say
we'll have three to four feet out of this before it's done. I'd stay right
there for a few days, they've already closed the schools here for Monday."

	"You OK?" Neil asked.

	"Oh yeah, I have my trusty bed warmer right here beside me, you
know he's happy."

	"Thanks, Pat...guess we'll stay right here. Our best to you and
Mike, love you guys."

	"We love you guys too, Neil...enjoy the extra holiday and call us
when you get home."

	"Will do, Pat...Bye."

	"Bye, bye." And they hung up.

	"Two feet now, more expected...we aren't going anywhere, sweetie,"
Neil said.

	Jessie smiled. "Yeah, isn't that a shame."