Date: Thu, 24 Apr 2014 23:50:52 -0400
From: Rob K <dayraideroh@live.com>
Subject: Spring Break With Jeremy - Chapter 1

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Spring Break with Jeremy - Chapter 1

-Friday-

I drove my car into the long, looped driveway of Springfield Middle School.
Being early, I found myself toward the front of the line of cars that would
soon be full of rambunctious middle-schoolers, eager to get away from
school for an entire week.  I smiled as I thought back to my own school
days and how spring break had always been a high point of the school year.
Back then I would always hang out with my best friend Phil for the entire
week, either going with him and his family somewhere or him going with me
and my family somewhere; the two of us were inseparable.  In some ways, we
still are.

Through the years, we've continued to be close friends.  I've always been
there for him, like when his mother died in a car accident when he was
seventeen to being the best man at his wedding.  In return, he's been the
best friend anyone could have.  He was there for me when I didn't get
accepted to the `university of my dreams', the same one he graduated from.
He also never questioned or judged me on my choice of lifestyle.  I've
known I was gay since I was a freshman in high school; a secret that only
the two of us shared.  Thinking back I am so glad that I never pushed
myself on him.  Sure, when we were younger, we had jacked off together, but
that was as far as it had ever gone.

Today, Phil is a doctor at the local hospital and, from what I hear, is
soon to become one of the youngest chiefs-of-staff the hospital has ever
had while his wife is one of the head nurses on the geriatrics ward, so
they're pretty well off.  Me on the other hand...I struggled at first.  Not
being able to attend the university with Phil, I changed my major from
medicine to IT.  After learning that I had an aptitude for computer
programing, I took a few risks and wrote a few small programs.  Before I
knew it, I was selling the rights to some of my programs and apps to such
companies as Apple, Microsoft and IBM.  Currently I am assisting Pixar in a
new rendering algorithm for textures.

The ringing of a bell snapped me to my senses and within seconds I heard
the unmistakable sound of cheering kids running from the school.  Chuckling
to myself, I scanned the crowd for the one that I'd be picking up today,
knowing that not only would it be a huge surprise for him, but also a huge
social boost for him.  I mean, what kid wouldn't want to be picked up from
school in a bright red Ferrari Italia?

Then, I saw him.  He was standing at the top of the stairs, scanning the
cars toward the end of the line, no doubt looking for his dad's Cadillac.
A slight wind was gently blowing his longish brown hair as he held a hand
up to shield his eyes from the afternoon sun.  When they fell upon the
cherry red Ferrari, they lit up and that heart-melting smile crossed his
face.  Instantly, he started hopping down the steps and trotting toward the
car.  I rolled down the passenger window as he approached and took in his
cherubic face.  "Hey Jer, guess who gets to pick you up today?" I asked.

He opened the door and slid into the deeply sculpted leather seat.  "Let me
guess..." he chuckled.  "Could it be my favorite uncle?"  Closing the door,
he dutifully pulled on the seat belt as he looked around the interior.  "I
always love when you pick me up," he whispered.  "Just look at the faces of
my friends."  He motioned with his head to a group of boys his age at the
top of the stairs with their mouths stuck open having just seen him enter
the car.

"In that case..." I snickered as I started the car, loudly revving the
engine before taking off.

"Oh fuck...that was epic!" Jeremy laughed as he glanced through the back
window.  He then turned and looked at me.  "I've been so looking forward to
this week.  We're gonna have a blast!"

"I'm sure we will.  I'm just glad your parents will have an entire week
alone; they deserve it," I replied.

Jeremy sighed, staring off into space.  "Yeah...I kinda wish I could go
with them; I've never been on a cruise before."  He then snapped his head
in my direction.  "But I'm glad that they are allowing me to stay with you,
and you how much I love to be with you."

"And you know how much I love to be with you too," I replied, reaching out
and messing up his hair, causing him to laugh.  Smiling, I continued to
weave through the traffic toward Jeremey's house where he would pick up a
week's worth of clothes and other things, although knowing him, he wouldn't
be wearing many of them.  Of course, I didn't have a problem with that at
all.  The two of us had been fooling around for about a year, but those
were only times when I had volunteered to watch him while his parents went
out on a date night.  The farthest we had gone was oral, although the last
time we played together, which was about a month ago, I had taken a step
further and slipped a finger into him while giving him a long and slow
blowjob.  According to him, it had been the most powerful orgasm he had
ever had.  Since then, our text-flirting had gotten more serious to the
point where we had planned a lot more than just oral for this week.

"Steve...Earth to Steve," Jeremy laughed, pulling me back.

"Sorry...I was just thinking about some stuff," I shrugged, a silly smile
still on my face.

"Could it have anything to do with me...with us?" Jeremy asked, his
eyebrows arched.

I glanced at him and winked.  "Oh you know it, kiddo."

"Good," Jeremey giggled.  "Because I haven't been able to get our plans out
of my mind." He then reached down and rearranged what I knew be a full
boner in his shorts.

"Neither have I," I grinned.  "Neither have I."

.....

I pulled the car into the driveway noticing that Phil's car was not yet
there.  "Your dad should be along any minute now I guess," I said.

"Yeah, I remember him saying something about having to pick up a few things
before coming home," Jeremy answered as he hopped out of the car after I
put it into park.  Turning, he grinned, scanning the car from nose to tail.
"Damn...that is one sexy beast," he whispered.

I stared at him and grinned knowingly.  "I think I'm staring at an even
sexier beast."

He looked at me for a second and then grinned.  "You bet your ass I am," he
giggled.  He then turned and unlocked the house with me following.  Once
inside he shut the door and lunged at me, hugging me tightly.  "We're going
to have an amazing time," he said as he looked up at me.

I stared into his slate-blue eyes and smiled.  Unable to find any words, I
simply leaned in and kissed him.  Having explored the realm of kissing
months ago, I wasn't surprised that he responded with his tongue entering
my mouth.  My hand went down his back, cupping one of his tight buttcheeks
as my other reached down his front, lightly groping his crotch.  He
responded with a slight moan in my mouth as he tightened his grip around
me.  After a few beautiful seconds I pulled away.  "We better watch
ourselves.  I would hate for your dad or mom to come home and catch us
making out."

Jeremy loosened his hold on me.  "Yeah, that would be bad," he giggled.
Stepping back he sighed.  "I guess I'll have to wait until tonight."  He
then turned and looked at me over his shoulder, a wicked smile spreading
across his face.  "Just think about this.  I'm going upstairs to take a
quick shower before we leave.  I'll be naked, hot, wet, and hard...and you
have to wait down here until my dad gets home."

"You're just dying to get it aren't you?" I asked as I crossed my arms.

"I've wanted to get it for a while," he sang as he walked out of the living
room and toward the stairs.

"Just don't be wanking off while you're in there," I called after him.  "It
would be a terrible waste."  Chuckling to myself I walked into the kitchen
and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.  Sitting at the kitchen
table, I let my thoughts wander to Jeremy.  I couldn't help but laugh to
myself when I thought about what a little pervert he had become.  Since
finding out that he'd be staying with me for an entire week, almost every
text I had received had been about things he wanted to try.  Every now and
then I had wondered where a twelve year old would have even heard of some
of the things he'd brought up, but I never pressed the issue.  I then heard
the garage door shut.  Looking up I saw Phil enter the kitchen with two
grocery bags in his hands, no doubt last minute things for their trip.

"Hey Steve," Phil said as he put the bags down on the counter.

"Hey, how's it going?" I asked, standing up.  "Need any help?"

"Oh no," Phil laughed.  "I just have these two bags."  He then started
unloading them; a few bottles of wine, some body lotion...  He then looked
up and blushed slightly, discreetly taking out a tube of KY jelly.

I modestly looked away, pretending to be interested in a potted plant.

"Is Jeremy getting ready?" he asked.

I turned back to him and nodded.  "He said something about taking a shower
before we left."

Phil nodded slightly, staring off into space.  He then looked at me and
smiled.  "We can't thank you enough for agreeing to watch him for us."

"Think nothing of it," I smiled, leaning against the counter.  "You know
how important you guys are to me."  I then moved a little closer.  "And it
seems the two of you could use some alone time, am I right?"

Phil sighed slightly and slowly nodded.  "Yeah, both our jobs are just so
demanding.  Once I get this position though, everything will calm down."

"Perfect," I said, smiling.  "I'm sure you two will have a great time."

Looking around, Phil moved a little closer to me.  "Listen Steve..." he
started.  It looked like he was having a hard time finding the words.
"I...that is we...we know about what's been going on with you and Jeremy."

My mouth went immediately dry and my heart started pounding.  "Um...what do
you..." I stammered.

Phil simply smiled and put his hand on my shoulder.  "Calm down Steve," he
smiled.  "We've known for a little while that Jeremy has been...curious
about himself."  He then chuckled slightly.  "We've also seen signs that
he's been taking care of business...I mean...all boys do it."

I was still speechless and my heart still racing.  "I'm...I'm sorry," was
all I could manage to get out.

"Steve, I don't want you to worry at all about it," he replied.  "We both
figured that if he wants to explore the alternative lifestyle, then you
would be the perfect person for him to explore it with.  After all, you do
love him and wouldn't do anything to hurt him, would you?"

I was momentarily at a lack for words.  "No...Of course not," I shook my
head.  "I'd sooner die than hurt him."  Tears began to well up in my eyes.
"You all are so important to me."  I sniffed and took a deep breath, trying
to keep myself under control.  "Phil...I never in a million years thought
that it would come to this.  I'll end it tonight. I'll..."

"Shhh," Phil said, putting his finger to my lips to shush me.  "Like I've
already said, we don't mind." He then looked me in the eyes.  "But I want
you to promise me that if he ever shows interest in being straight that you
will not help nor hinder him.  He needs to find his own path."

I quickly nodded.  "Since this thing has started, I always told myself that
if he ever wants to stop, then it will stop."  I then chuckled nervously.
"If you want to know the truth, it's almost always has been him being the
aggressor."

Phil laughed.  "That doesn't surprise me at all," He then got a serious
look on his face.  "Don't let him know that we know...at least not yet."

I nodded.  "You got it."  I took a deep breath and smiled slightly.  My
heart rate had returned to normal, the tears in my eyes were gone.  The
realization that my best friend in the world was openly giving me
permission to have sexual relations with his son was slowly setting in.
"Phil..." I started.  "I really don't know what to say."

Smiling, Phil walked up to me and hugged me tightly.  "Just...take care of
him.  He really loves you a lot," he whispered.

I returned the hug.  "And you know I love him too.  If you ever change your
mind or anything," I chuckled.  "Just let me know."

Phil broke off the hug in time to us hearing the sound of tennis shoes
trotting across the hardwood floor of the living room.  Within a second,
Jeremy was in the kitchen with us.  He was wearing a large t-shirt, baggy
soccer shorts, shoes and ankle socks.  In one hand was a sizable duffle bag
and his hair was damp and brushed so it had a carefree spiky look to it.
"Are you all set?" Phil asked.

"Yup," Jeremy chirped.  "I got an entire week's worth of clothes, my
favorite PS4 and Wii games, my laptop, and my toothbrush."

Phil gave me a knowing smile and pulled his son into a hug.  "Take care of
yourself...and if you need to reach us for anything, we'll have our
cellphones with us."

Jeremy returned his father's hug.  "Make sure to give mom a hug for me when
you see her later," he said.

"I will," Phil said, straightening up his son's hair.

"DAD!" Jeremy complained as he ran his fingers through his locks, fixing
his hair and causing Phil to laugh.

"Go ahead and get going," Phil smiled.  He then looked at me and winked.

"Come on Steve," Jeremy said, taking my hand.  "Let's go!"

I glanced at Phil as I was being dragged from the kitchen and gave a wry
smile.  "Have fun, you two," I said.

"You too!" I heard Phil say as we made it outside.

.....

"That was an amazing dinner," Jeremy sighed, resting back into the leather
seat of the Ferrari.

"Yeah, that restaurant always been my favorite," I replied as I glanced at
the youth.  The conversation with Phil had replayed itself multiple times
throughout the night.  I still had a hard time accepting that I had the
full blessing of his parents to mess around with him.

"So Steve...what are the plans for the week?" Jeremey asked.  He has a
slight giggle in his voice, knowing full well what we were going to be
doing some of the time.

I grinned as I drove.  "Well, I was thinking Monday we'd drive up to Cedar
Point for a few days."

"THE Cedar Point?!" Jeremy exclaimed.  "The roller coaster capital of the
world?"

I laughed.  "Yes, THE Cedar Point.  I have reservations at the resort so
we'll have a couple of days to play there."

"Awesome!  I've always wanted to go there," Jeremey exclaimed.

"Is there anything you wanted to do before Monday?" I asked with a knowing
grin.

There was a few seconds of silence. "I want to try going all the way," he
softly said.

"Only after I know that you are ready and I won't hurt you," I replied.  I
then quickly turned my head.  "Quick, what's the safe word?"

The question caught him off guard for a second before he quickly responded
with, "Umbrella!"

"Correct," I smiled.  I had introduced him to the concept of a safe word as
we had started planning wilder and wilder things.  If I was doing something
to him that either hurt him or made him feel uncomfortable in any way, he
was to say `umbrella' and I would stop everything.  Of course, he had told
me that he probably wouldn't be using it because he trusted me 100%.

"I doubt you would hurt me," he assured me.  "I just can't wait to see what
it feels like."  There was a hint of longing in his voice.

.....

We finally reached my driveway as the sun was about to dip below the
horizon.  The house was about a quarter mile from the road on a small hill
overlooking Indian Lake off in the distance.  Surrounding the house was a
mix of farmland and light forest with the closest house about a half mile
away.  I had chosen this spot because of the view of the lake to the East
and the isolation.  It was possible to go out on the back deck at night and
hear nothing but nature; it was so peaceful.  I parked the Ferrari in front
of the house and turned the engine off.

"Not going to park her in the stables?" Jeremey asked, referring to my main
garage which housed my small collection of Ferraris.  The symbol of Ferrari
is a rearing stallion so he had been calling my garage `the stables' for a
few years.

"I can move her tomorrow morning," I said as I got out and walked around,
taking his bag from him.  I led him into the house and dropped his bag by
the stairs.  "I'm going to get myself something to drink.  Would you like
anything?" I asked, turning to look at him.  He had been in my house
numerous times, but this was probably the first time that it had been just
us.

"Um..." he replied, looking around.  "I guess a Coke would be good."

"You got it.  Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back,"
I said, grinning as I turned to walk into the kitchen.  "You'll have to let
me know if there's anything special you want to do this week...aside from
Cedar Point, that is," I said loudly.  Reaching into the refrigerator, a
small worry came over me.  What if he was having a change of heart about
all of the sexual things we had planned?  Sure we had been playing around,
trading oral here and there, but we had been talking about going all the
way.  Not only that, but introducing several, more advanced things, such as
light bondage and role playing.  "Hey Jer..." I called as I closed the
fridge and started walking into the living room.  "If you want to take it
easy tonight, I totally..."  My words left me as I walked with two Cokes
into an empty room.  Looking around I noticed something on the couch...a
single shoe.  A grin crossed my lips as I walked over to it, picking it up.
"Size 6 Nike Air Jordan," I muttered.  I turned to put it down on the table
when I saw the other shoe across the room.  I chuckled as I walked over and
picked it up, putting it next to its mate.  "What are you up to Jer?" I
asked.  After a few seconds of no reply, I laughed lightly and walked out
of the living room to see something lying on the floor.  Bending over, I
picked up a clean, white ankle sock.  It was still warm and I instinctively
brought it to my nose, hoping to catch a slight scent of boy, but all I got
was floral detergent smell.

One of the things that I had admitted to Jeremy over the past few weeks was
how I had a major fetish for boy feet.  I was actually surprised when he
didn't think it was gross or weird.  In fact, he had texted me back telling
me that I could play with his feet whenever I wanted.  I had seen him
barefoot countless time since he was born and for the past few years lusted
after his cute, little feet.  When he had given me the green light to play
with them whenever I wanted, I had almost lost it right there.

Still carrying the sock I walked toward the stairs where I found the other
sock, resting on the bottom stair.  I picked it up and started walking up
stairs.  At the top, I saw his large red t-shirt.  "You little devil," I
whispered, the grin still on my face.

I turned and walked toward my room.  On the way, I stopped and picked up
his baggy shorts, and when I made it to my room, the door was shut and a
pair of black boxers hung from the doorknob.  I removed them and slowly
turned the knob, opening the door.  What I saw almost made my heart skip a
beat.  There, lying on my bed was Jeremy, naked as the day he was born.  He
was on his stomach with his chin resting on his hands and his legs bent at
the knees, slowly kicking his feet as if to show them off.

"Well," he said, grinning at me with an adorable mischievous grin and a
sparkle in his eye.  "You told me to get comfortable."


*****


Well, there you have it.  Again, I hope you enjoyed it.  Please let me know
if you have any comments/suggestions/complaints.  My email address is
dayraideroh@live.com.

I also have some model pictures of how I see the Jeremy (and some future
characters) so if you ask nice, who knows?  <wink> I'd also like to see how
you would picture them.