Date: Fri, 6 Aug 2004 13:35:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: ds elliot <dselliot28@yahoo.com>
Subject: "What I Learned From Saul - Part Three -  (Gay Male-Adult/Youth)

What I Learned From Saul - Part III

by ds elliot


This is the story of a lost teen and the adult who found him.

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Copyright 2004.

This story may contain descriptions of sexual contact between two males.
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and now for Part III...

Jon always took care of his things, but nothing could compare to the
attention he paid to his car. I'm sure if there was a way he'd have
parked it in his room right next to his bed. Everyday after school he'd
wipe any dust from the car. If it had been rained on, the car got washed
and dried before being parked in the garage. There were times when I was
sure he'd have rather left the car safe in the garage rather than drive
it to school in the rain. Jon also had strict rules for anyone who would
be granted the privilege of a ride in the car. Of course all safety
considerations were at the top of the list, but there were other
requirements as well -- no dirty shoes or clothes, no items in the back
pockets that could damage the seats, no smoking, absolutely no touching
any knobs or buttons in the car -- especially the stereo, never touch the
windows or leave finger prints on the highly polished interior, and on
penalty of death -- no food or drinks in the car for any reason.

As school progressed it was clear that Jon would receive another year of
perfect grades. Jon and I met with the vice principle to discuss summer
school and any graduation requirements. Even though Jon didn't have all
the high school credits necessary for normal graduation, there was a
program for exceptionally gifted or intelligent students to advance them
to college without taking all of the required high school classes. The
vice principle didn't feel it a good idea for Jon to attend summer
school. Her main worry was that he would run out of classes that would
hold his attention before his final year of high school ended. I also
learned at that meeting that the school published a magazine/book
containing articles, stories, poetry, and art done by the students during
the past year. Teachers submitted items for consideration by a group of
teachers and administrators. The goal was to select the best of the best
for publication and recognition. The teachers in the English department
specifically assigned preparing a short story for potential publication,
but the other teachers submitted articles, term papers, and various other
assignments that were deemed to be above average. The vice principle told
us that five different items/examples of Jon's work had been submitted by
various teachers. The judging panel had selected all five of the
submissions to be included in this year's edition. We also learned that
no student had ever had that many items submitted in one year let alone
published. Jon turned beet red at the news, but I felt my chest puff
slightly with pride in his accomplishment. The magazine served two
purposes for the students. First it gave them recognition for their work.
Second it served as an avenue to attract and interest many colleges and
universities especially with respect to admission and scholarships. The
vice principle told us that she expected to have several colleges
contacting her directly about Jon's contributions to the magazine. The
William's Academy was very good at promoting their students. The school's
reputation rested heavily on the success of past students. The vice
principle told us that they regularly had discussions with several
colleges and universities, always with an eye towards recommending and
securing admission for academy graduates.

Since Jon had his car at school, we each drove home alone. All the talk
about college, on the one hand it seemed so far off and on the other so
damn close. I'm sure Jon could already enroll in nearly any college he
selected. He was a sponge for knowledge and soaked it up constantly. He'd
just been with me for a bit over a year. In another year he'd be off and
gone -- making his own way and his own life. It seemed too soon. Having
Jon with me seemed comfortable from the first night. The longer I thought
about that the more lonely I felt. Jon brought his youthful exuberance,
his quest for knowledge, his innocents and honesty, and most of all his
love and gratitude. I wasn't prepared to have that all leave. A year just
wasn't long enough it seemed as I pondered life on the drive home.

A combination of frustration at work and the realization that Jon
wouldn't be with me all that much longer, pushed to the forefront a
decision I'd been thinking of for the past several months. The accounting
firm of which I was a partner had not been increasing market share. The
two other partners were older and seemed to have lost interest in growing
the firm. We had lost two long time clients because of a failure to
respond on the part of the senior partner. I did make my salary
regardless of what happened, but if we lost any more clients we would
also need to cut staff. A large part of my income came from the profits
we three partners shared at year-end. Losing clients decreased those
profits. At the start of May I informed my two partners that I wanted to
be bought out. I explained my reasons. They both agreed that they'd been
less than attentive to business. Neither wanted me to leave the firm, but
at the rate things were going it didn't make sense for me to stay. The
contract I had gave them 60 days to complete the process to buy me out.
The contract specified how the process worked so there was little to do
besides wait for the deal to be completed. My plan was to work until the
end of May. I would leave the company effective on the day of being
bought out of the company. I fully expected the partners to take the full
60 days to complete the transaction so decided I'd use up the month of
June as my accrued vacation.

Since Jon was out of school at the end of May I decided to plan at least
a month of traveling around the US. Jon had been from Texas to Washington
with a brief trip to California. So far he'd only seen firsthand a small
portion of our great nation. Jon had a strong interest in history so I
thought we'd start on the east coast were our country began. We'd visit
every historical site along the east coast as well as spend time visiting
Washington, D.C. When I told Jon of my plan he seemed only moderately
enthusiastic. That surprised me. I thought he'd be thrilled. As we talked
about the trip I wanted to plan, he told me that he really thought he
should spend the summer working so he could make his own money. To prove
his point, Jon produced the receipts he'd collected from filling his car
with gas on a weekly basis along with the withdrawal slips from the
Checking/ATM account I'd set up in his name and deposited money into on a
monthly basis. In less than two months he'd spent only a few hundred
dollars. He didn't think it fair that he was spending my money when he
was capable of making his own doing something during the summer. I had to
admire his stand and his argument, but I really wanted to take this trip
with him. As I did my best to tempt him with the places we'd get to visit
and the sites we'd see, his excitement started to grow. Before I was
finished presenting my argument for the trip, I had him convinced that
the trip was the best way to spend at least a part of the summer. He
could always work when we returned.

Thirty days seemed like such a long time when I started to plan the
vacation. As the trip actually progressed, it rapidly became obvious that
thirty days wasn't nearly long enough. We spent time in New England and
New York then Washington D.C. Jon was very interested in our capitol and
likely could have spent the whole thirty days there. We toured every
public building and park including a special/private tour of the White
House. We got to meet the president as well as our state senators and a
few of our congressional representatives. The time went far too quickly.
We both returned home excited by the experience and exhausted from our
travels. After a few days resting up from the trip, Jon went to search
for a summer job while I went to check on the status of my buy out from
the firm.

To my surprise and amazement both partners offered to sell me their
portions of the firm at a greatly reduced price if both could remain as
directors as well as keep their names on the business. Both admitted to
considering retirement while they were still young enough to enjoy
traveling yet neither wanted to admit that they weren't aggressively
building the business. Examining the last year's performance they decided
the best move they could make was to step down and allow someone younger
to take the reigns of the business. While the price was right, I would be
financially responsible for a lot of borrowed money. We agreed that I
would have thirty days to consider the proposal. I immediately went to
work to find the capital to invest as well as a good lawyer to structure
all aspects of the deal. My first proposal was two weeks later. I
expected squabbling from the partners, but I got none. The deal was
accepted and the buyout was underway.

Jon very quickly got a job at an upscale department store in the men's
department. I don't think he liked the idea of wearing a suit and tie to
work each day, but he did what was required and was very soon an asset to
the company. Jon had come out of his shell and conquered his shyness. He
seemed to be learning that he could get people to buy anything if he was
pleasant, polite, and treated them with respect and kindness. His good
looks and disarming smile didn't hurt either. We talked a lot about his
job when he got home each day. I was amazed that he actually studied the
people who shopped at the store. He described the various types of people
and how best to make a sale. He wasn't always successful, but he
certainly was better than most I think. His annual physical, which he
went to alone this time, showed a perfectly healthy young man standing
6'3" and weighing 190 pounds with very little body fat.

Jon and I hadn't discussed sex for several months. I didn't think Jon was
sexually active yet. He'd been so honest and open that I was sure he'd
tell me if he was. He dated some, but didn't seem to be attracted to
anyone in particular. I had noticed that the phone rang a lot more this
summer than any time in the past. When I answered the phone it was
usually someone looking for Jon -- and usually a girl. I was glad that
he'd made friends quickly. He didn't seem to be close to a lot of guys or
girls, but he knew several. Ben had seemed to be his best friend last
school year, but with Jon working different hours than Ben they rarely
saw much of each other. I was surprised one evening when Jon and I were
just sitting around the house when he said,

"I think I'm ready to have sex."

"Oh... well, I guess I knew this day was coming. You no doubt have
probably had girls hinting that they'd like to have sex with you for a
while now."

"Yeah, there are a few."

"I guess I should give you the talk about safe sex and the
responsibilities involved. I probably should have done that earlier, but
I thought we'd cover it when the time came."

"I think I've probably already heard it all anyway. We covered it in our
Health class at school."

"Would you mind if I just told you some things anyway? I'd feel better
if I did -- even if you already know it all."

"Sure... it can't hurt."

And so I went into my 'talk'. I covered safe sex and the reasons for it.
I covered the difference in response to sex of males and females. I spent
a few minutes talking about responsibility for safe sex being equally as
much the man's as the woman's. I talked about condoms even if the girl
was on the pill or using some other means of birth control. I even spent
some time talking about the mechanics of sex. I then spent some time
discussing where to have sex -- trying to explain that backseats were
really uncomfortable especially for someone of his size. I also talked a
lot about stopping if she changed her mind at any point during the
process. He contributed to the discussion and seemed to enjoy those few
topics that caused me mild embarrassment. He seemed to be waiting for me
to get to those points before he started asking questions and increasing
my level of discomfort. Unfortunately I didn't realize this fact until I
thought about the conversation a few days later. When I reached the end
of my spiel I asked,

"So you must have someone in mind for your first experience. Who is she?
How long have you known her? I didn't think you were dating anyone in
particular, but we've both been so busy this summer that I guess I missed
that you were seeing someone special."

"Who said it was a she?"

"It's a guy? I'm surprised. I didn't know you were seeing a particular
guy either. Is it someone from work?"

"No, I'm not seeing anyone in particular."

"Oh... you've got me confused a little. I hope you aren't planning your
first experience with someone who puts out on the first date. I mean I
understand the desire to have sex, but I guess I hoped your first time
would be with someone you really cared about and someone who cared deeply
about you."

"That's what I've got planned."

"You've lost me completely. I guess I must be getting too old to follow
or maybe I'm just missing something."

"Remember when you told me that I should think about my masturbation
fantasies for a clue to what attracted and interested me?"

"I remember that conversation. That seems like a long time ago."

"I wasn't ready to admit it at the time, but the first night I was here
you told me I should jack off. I did. What I thought about that night and
every other time since then was how it felt when you touched me. I
remember thinking at the time that if you just touched my dick even a
little I'd go off. I was afraid of that and excited by the prospect at
the same time. I wanted it, but I didn't. Anyway, I'm ready to have sex.
I want it to be with you. We both love each other and trust each other.
I'm ready for this to happen."

"Oh, Jon... I don't know what to say. I'm honored that you've selected
me to be your first, but you're my son -- at least in my mind you are.
I'm responsible for your well being -- physically and mentally. I don't
think it would be right for you and I to take the relationship we have to
that level at least at this point. There are too many potential
negatives. What if you decided it wasn't the right thing for you to do?
That alone would make living together difficult for both of us. What if I
wanted more and you only wanted the one time? That would put unnecessary
pressure on you to do something you were no longer interested in doing.
What if it caused you to be even more confused about our relationship?
You could resent me for complicating your life. I can't say that I'm not
thrilled at the chance and would likely find it the single most erotic
experience I've ever enjoyed, but Jon... I can see so many downsides to
take the risk of ruining what we now have."

"I don't get it. I thought you'd want this."

"It isn't that I wouldn't like it and even that I don't want it. I admit
I've had fantasies about you too, but I don't think this is the time to
act on those fantasies. I do love you from the bottom of my heart. I know
I always will. You've been the best thing that's ever happened into my
life. I want us to always be together on some level. I've never thought
of sharing more than a father-son relationship with you. If we have sex
at this point, that father-son relationship won't exist anymore. What
would take it's place would be one of two relationships. Either we'd
become lovers or we'd become distanced from each other and perhaps grow
to resent the other. I know this probably doesn't make complete sense to
you. I'm probably not saying it the best way. I was caught off guard. I
didn't know you had these feelings for me, I've always figured you were
straight. You've never told me otherwise. Imagine my shock at learning
that my here to fore straight son wants to have sex with me. It's almost
too much to wrap my feeble mind around."

"You aren't feeble. You're just ten years older than me. Don't you feel
like our relationship has changed from the beginning? I know I was pretty
immature when we first met, and pretty scared. At that time I needed a
father figure more than anything. It isn't that I don't still need and
want that, but I think we've both grown to being more like brothers. Does
that make sense? I feel like we are more equal as I've matured. With your
help and guidance I've been making more of my own decisions and taking
responsibility for them. You've given me the help I needed to make smart
choices. I didn't just decide this morning that I was ready for this.
I've been thinking about it for a long time. I've tried to weigh the pros
and cons. I think I've considered all of the points you brought up. I can
understand your logic, but I think we are both smart enough and mature
enough to handle the 'what-ifs' that come later. We've always been able
to talk about anything and everything. I don't see that this would be any
different."

"Jon... Our relationship has grown so much since we first met. We are
father/son, brothers, and friends. I'm so afraid of losing one or all of
those aspects if we try to add the relationship of lovers to that list. I
do love you. I also find you attractive on so many levels. I can't
imagine anyone I'd rather share my life with as I look towards the
future. I could never have a casual sex relationship with you -- be your
fuck buddy. I could never be content to try it once and not want more.
You are too young at this point to look that far forward. You've got so
many other things to concentrate on at this point in your young life --
most importantly your education. We've talked a lot about college next
year. There are so many options open to you. Right now you could go to
any school in the world. You are smart enough to do anything that
interests you. Your focus has to be on these more important aspects of
your life. While sex might seem important and even critical today, I fear
that all the emotions involved would only complicate the more important
choices you've got facing you in the year ahead."

"I understand what you're saying. I still think I'm ready. I never
thought you wouldn't be. So what now?"

"Lets give this some time. You've got a busy year ahead of you. During
this time we will both see what develops between us. Lets see if this is
something you still want to do when you're 18. I really need some time to
consider all of this, Jon. It's all so sudden. I had no idea you'd ever
even thought about anything like this. I also understand that you might
not want to wait. I would never ask you to wait. That just wouldn't be
fair on my part. I need some time for all to process this."

With that said, I just sat as if frozen to the chair. I couldn't move. My
mind was racing, yet at the same time I just couldn't seem to comprehend
it all. I mean... here living with me every day for over a year has been
one of the most perfect young men in the world. He was smarter than I
could ever hope to be. He was so much more attractive than the average
guy his age -- or any age. He had one of the best personalities. He was
funny and charming and energetic and happy and sincere and thoughtful and
kind and loving. He wanted to share something with me. He wanted to share
an intimate act of love with me. I knew Jon didn't enter into anything
without considerable thought. I knew that he'd likely considered every
possible aspect and decided the pros greatly outweighed the cons. Why
didn't I jump at the chance? I'd thought about it more than once. I'd
hoped it would happen. I wanted it to happen. Why was I holding back now
that I had the opportunity to see this dream come true?

I'm not at all sure how long I sat there considering our talk. It could
have just as easily been minutes or hours. I was totally wrapped up in my
thoughts. Jon told me he was going to the store to get milk for
breakfast. I nodded, but was still so absorbed in my thoughts that I
didn't say much. When Jon got back he said,

"Looks like I really blew you away earlier. I've never seen you so dazed
and confused."

"Jon, it was just so much more than I ever expected. It's so hard to
explain really. On the one hand it's like every dream I've ever had could
come true, but on the other hand I'm terrified by the possibility of
realizing that dream."

"I think I understand. When I told you I was ready for sex, I didn't
expect we'd just do it right there on the floor. I knew it would take
some time. I also knew that you wouldn't want to rush into anything. That
is one of the things I like about you really. You consider me before your
own needs and desires. You're the first person I've ever known who
thought about me first. I'm positive you'd never do anything to hurt me.
Even I can't believe how much I trust you. I never trusted anyone before.
I'm ok with waiting until you're comfortable with all of this. If it
doesn't happen until after I'm 18, I guess that will be fine. I'm ready,
but I'm not demanding that it happen now. I'd hoped it would be
spontaneous -- natural -- normal. I don't want it to be forced and
awkward."

"I'm glad you understand. I really got lucky when I found you. Talk
about a diamond in the ruff..."

With that we both watched the evening news before heading to bed.

Life went on as usual. The buyout at my company was complete. I'd hired a
few more people to increase our ability to handle some of the larger
accounts that were available. I started by going after the clients we'd
lost. I didn't get them all, but I did get the majority back. From there
I aggressively started to grow the business. In the process of starting
to grow I restructured the company changing some of the management and
oversight responsibilities of the long-term employees. Most seemed
pleased with their new titles and duties. I suspect the increased pay and
incentive/bonus program helped considerably.

Jon was in school. His adviser was working with him to prepare college
applications. Some of the schools required writing samples and specific
essays. He was also applying for scholarships. I knew he'd have several
offers with his grades and the wonderful recommendations from his
teachers and school administrators. When we talked about all of the
possibilities, Jon had limited his focus to three schools. Two were out
of state and one was just a few miles away. I was trying to keep an open
mind during the selection process. My plan was to take Jon to visit both
of the out of state schools during his spring break. I thought visiting
the campus of each of the schools he was interested in attending would
probably help him with this selection. It's one thing to see all the
pictures in the sleek brochures and quite another to actually see it all
for yourself.

Jon was very into Christmas this year. He'd continued to work part time
at the department store during school so it was the first time he
actually had his own money to spend. We picked out a tree together and
then spent an evening decorating it. It was a beautiful site. Before long
beautifully wrapped packages took their place under the tree. I got
several things for Jon that I was certain he'd need in the year ahead.
Most of the items were school related -- luggage, a couple of books, and
clothes. I couldn't help my curiosity so I snooped a little each time Jon
placed packages under the tree. I noticed many of them had my name on the
tags, but there were also several for friends of his from school. We
decided to have an open house Christmas Eve for our friends. I encouraged
Jon to invite as many of his school friends and their parents as possible
while I invited those who worked for me as well as several friends of
Saul's.

We had ample food and drink available for our guests as they arrived. The
dining room seemed to have a near constant stream of people nibbling at
our great catered buffet. It was nice to have someone else do all the
cooking and cleaning and serving while we enjoyed our friends. As friends
of Jon were about to leave he presented them with the gift he'd selected
for them. I think most were very amazed at his generosity and
thoughtfulness. Some also had gifts for him, but it was clear when
watching Jon that he got more joy from giving than receiving.

After Christmas we went to Canada for a ski trip. The plan was for both
of us to try learning to snow ski. While we did learn some great lessons,
we didn't walk away from that trip with any great new skills. We did have
fun playing in the snow. It was a most relaxing way to end the old year
and begin the new one. We both talked about the year past and what was
ahead for both of us. Jon was most anxious about college -- what it would
be like, if he'd like it, if he'd fit in with all the other kids, where
he'd finally decide to go, what his major would be. We'd discussed that
last topic a lot over the last several months. Jon was leaning toward a
career in medicine. He wasn't sure exactly what he wanted to do yet in
the field, but I knew he'd succeed at whatever he selected. I knew he'd
have a great bedside manner and an empathy and compassion not often found
in most doctors.

Easter was early this year, and as a result so what spring break. We left
for Harvard that Sunday. We spent three days touring the campus and
talking with some of the professors in the area of Jon's interests. I
think we saw everything. I know I hadn't walked so much in years as we
toured the campus checking out the dorms and fraternities as well as many
of the classroom buildings, library, and sports facilities. I remember
feeling very young again, but at the same time so old as I looked at the
bright, shining faces of the 18 to 21 year olds who populated the campus.
It seemed so hard to believe how much time had passed since I was that
age. We did get to talk with some of them. It was refreshing to hear
their optimism and excitement about the world ahead of them.

Leaving Harvard we headed to UCLA. I liked Harvard very much, but the
weather was so much better in California. Once again we spent three days
touring all of the buildings on campus as Jon sought out and got the
information he needed to make his final choice. We did have more
distractions while in California so we took advantage of a few -- making
this aspect of the trip more of a vacation than a fact finding trip.

Once back home we toured the UW campus -- Jon's last selection for
consideration. We saw and spoke with everyone Jon wanted to contact. He
didn't seem to spend as much time interviewing professors and advisers as
he had at the other schools. I wasn't sure if he was just tired of
looking at the schools or if he'd made up his mind already. Either way
the visitations were finished. Jon had phone numbers for representatives
from each school so he could call for more information if he wanted or
needed more than he already had.

Ben called me about a month prior to Jon's 18th birthday. Ben decided
what Jon needed was a surprise party for his birthday. I couldn't
disagree. He'd never really had a good birthday party so this seemed like
the perfect time. Ben made arrangements to talk in person while Jon was
at work. He had decided to invite nearly all of the school it seemed. My
responsibility was to take care of the food and drinks and supply
whatever additional money might be needed to make this party a success.
Ben had plans for decorating the place so I just sat back while I
listened to his ideas. Nothing Ben wanted to do was too over the top so
we agreed on what to have for food and drinks as well as when and what
decorations were needed. Later Ben told me that after the party was over
and everyone left about eight of the guys from his class who were already
18 would be taking Jon to a strip club just outside of town. Alcohol
wasn't served so anyone over 18 could get into the club. It was some
tradition for the guys in their class. While I was never fond of those
establishments, I did realize they were a rite of passage in some ways.
It would be an opportunity for Jon to see a completely different
lifestyle than anything I'd ever expose him to. So the plans were set in
motion.

The party came off without a hitch, and Jon was indeed surprised. At
first I didn't think it was a good surprise, but he soon warmed to all of
the guests and the festive atmosphere. There was plenty of loud music and
chatter inside and outside the house. I was glad that it was a decent day
so the kids could be outside for at least some of the time. I grilled
burgers outside to keep the mess in the kitchen at a minimum. Everyone
seemed to have a good time. As the party ended and the majority of the
guests left, I looked around at the huge mess that I had to clean up. I
first thought of just leaving it all until the next day, but decided it
wouldn't get any better if I did. So as the guys drug Jon out of the
house and to the strip club I started cleaning up the mess.

Three hours later the place looked like it did before the party. I had an
overflowing bin of soda cans for recycling as well as a trash can full of
paper plates, plastic utensils, and wrapping paper. I put the pile of
gifts Jon received on the coffee table in the family room. I wasn't sure
what would go where so thought it best to leave him to that task. I just
settled down for a glass of wine when Jon came back home.

I asked how the rest of his evening went. He told me it was ok. When I
asked about the strip club, he told me it wasn't all that exciting.
According to him there were too many weird guys at the place, and that
his friends were just as bad -- making fools out of themselves over
nearly naked women. With that statement, Jon thanked me for the party and
told me he was tired and heading to bed.

Several days later as Jon and I were doing chores around the house he
started talking about his party and the strip club. He told me everyone
at school talked about the great party he had and several of the girls
mentioned how good looking his dad was and that I seemed far too young to
have a son his age. We both laughed about that for a while as we talked
about some of the kids who came to the party. Jon then told me that he
thought the strip club was pretty crude and not much fun. He couldn't
believe how desperate most of the guys acted and how embarrassing they
were. I explained that it was typical guy behavior when around nearly
naked women in that setting. Naturally he asked if I'd been to one
before. I told him that I had when in the army. He mentioned that it did
seem like there were lots of guys who were probably in the military at
the club when they went because of the hair cuts. Then he told me that he
had a couple of private dances that some of his friends bought. He
blushed as he told me that he had never felt more embarrassed as everyone
watched this girl dancing between his legs and rubbing herself all over
him. I was happy it didn't appear that Jon would be spending his free
time at a strip club.

As May approached and graduation was in sight, Jon received word that he
would be the school valedictorian. As such he would be asked to deliver a
speech at the graduation ceremony. Jon was pleased with the honor, but
fretted over the topic for his speech. We discussed several possible
topics, but it seemed Jon was searching for something personal rather
than the typical topics of graduation ceremonies. I naturally offered him
my help if he wanted it. Two weeks before the actual graduation, Jon
informed me that he would be attending the UW just a short distance from
home. I questioned him thoroughly to be certain he was making his choice
for the right reasons. It seemed he selected the school he thought could
best meet his needs. Since all three schools had good reputations, I
really couldn't find any reason not to agree with his choice.

The graduation ceremony was held at a local theater usually reserved for
the symphony and ballet companies. The room was nicely decorated for the
momentous event. The graduating class was seated on the large stage along
with several of the instructors and administrators. The room accommodated
well over 1200 people so there was ample room for all the many relatives
and classmates who would soon be filling the seats. I'd invited several
old friends -- people Saul knew who were still close to both of us -- as
well as some of my friends from work. I felt bad that Jon didn't have
actual family to come witness this milestone, but his mother was still in
prison and would be for many more years to come. The school's orchestra
would be playing for the occasion in the orchestra pit. The floor of the
pit was raised to stage level while the guests were filtering in and
finding their seats. Once everyone was seated the floor lowered the
orchestra and the procession of the graduates and the accompanying
instructors and administrators began. Like all the other proud parents I
took as many pictures as possible on a new digital camera. I wasn't
taking a chance that I would run out of film or need to reload at an
inconvenient time.

All of the awards given to the various members of the graduating class
were presented to the individuals. Jon received many awards -- more than
I realized even existed. Once that was finished the principle and vice
principle made short speeches then introduced Jon as this year's
valedictorian. As he took the podium I realized that I had no idea what
he'd decided to talk about. As the applause died down Jon began.

The speech was an abbreviated version of his life story to this point. He
talked about raising himself. He talked about not getting the chance to
attend school on a daily basis. He talked about finding himself homeless
and broke at the age of 15. Then he talked about a stranger finding him
in an alley and the transformation that resulted from that encounter. The
point of Jon's speech was to always look to help others on individual
paths towards greatness and success. He talked for nearly 45 minutes.
When he finished I don't think there was a dry eye in the house. I
certainly was overcome with emotion as I listened to Jon recount his life
story and what could have been had I not found him. When he finished
speaking the auditorium was deathly silent. Finally the graduates started
clapping. The clapping spread throughout the room as everyone stood. It
was an amazing moment -- one I'd never seen happen before. A standing
ovation at a graduation is speech just not a typical moment especially at
the high school level.

The remaining two speakers couldn't possibly attain the level of depth in
their speeches, and I don't think either really even tried. Both did
acknowledge Jon and his superb presentation. As the names were read and
the diplomas presented, I got a few more pictures. I spoke with my group
of friends as the graduates marched from the stage to the large building
lobby where refreshments were waiting. Once the graduates were free they
hugged each other and congratulated each other on finally finishing this
phase of life. It was wonderful to see this spontaneous outpouring of
excitement and emotion. The group hugs slowed and the graduates wandered
off to find their respective families and friends. Jon found me without
too much trouble. We hugged for a few minutes as I told him how great I
thought his speech was. He had a tear in his eye as he told me he never
could have given that speech without me. All of my group of friends
congratulated Jon before helping themselves to punch and the snacks at
the buffet tables. As Jon and I continued to talk several of the parents
of Jon's classmates came up to tell him what a wonderful speech he'd
given and to shake hands with both of us. It was indeed an honor to stand
next to Jon as he was bathed in praise from students and parents alike.

Naturally there were parties to attend -- a string of them. I took Jon's
cap and gown and gave him his jacket so he could leave with the rest of
his friends. Before he left he told me he wouldn't be too late. It was
hard not to wait up for Jon when he was out in the evening. He never
stayed out late or missed coming home or calling when he told me he
would. I couldn't understand why my mother was always awake when I came
home, but she was. She didn't wait up for me, but she always knew what
time I arrived home. I was the same way with Jon. I trusted him
completely, but I just couldn't relax enough to sleep until I heard him
come in at night.

I heard the door from the garage at just after 1:00. Jon stopped by my
room to tell me he brought a moderately drunk Ben home with him since he
couldn't take him to his parents house. Ben had told his parents that he
was staying here so this time all would be fine. Once Ben was in the
guest room Jon came back to tell me about the parties. It sounded like
he'd had a lot of fun with his friends. He was a bit melancholy as he
realized he'd likely not see some of these people since there paths
wouldn't cross as they each went on to do their own thing. That was
perhaps the most difficult aspect of graduations -- knowing that many of
the people you'd spent days and years with for that period of time would
be doing something that took them to other cities and on other paths.
Casual friendships would end because of time and distance, but the really
close friends would remain with a little effort on the part of both
people.

Graduation was Thursday evening. Ben finally left the house late Friday
afternoon. I invited Jon out to dinner at the best steak house in the
area as a celebration of his graduation. We had a wonderful meal with
appetizers, salads, perfectly prepared steaks with baked potatoes and
asparagus, an excellent red wine, and finally dessert with coffee. It
took a few hours to work our way through the meal. Conversation was light
and easy between us. We covered current events as well as our plans for
the future. I couldn't remember being more relaxed as we left the
restaurant. Back at home the gentle chatter continued as we watched the
late night news before heading to bed. I was the first to get up from the
couch to head for bed. Jon was going to watch the sports recap then head
to bed too. I heard Jon walk to his room shortly after I climbed into
bed. A few minutes later Jon came into my room to talk. I told him to get
comfortable as I thought he had something important to say. Once he was
under the covers and situated, he told me that he was over 18 now and
wondered if I was finally ready. I instantly knew what he was talking
about. We hadn't discussed this topic since last August. While never
discussing it, it was always in the back of my mind. I had thought about
it often -- wondering if it would be the right thing to do... wondering
if Jon was still interested... wondering how sex would change our current
arrangement... wondering how it would change Jon... wondering how it
would change me... wondering if this could be the love I'd been hoping to
find all these years.. wondering...

As I turned to look at Jon he leaned in to kiss me. It was the most
wonderful kiss I've ever had. Like Jon it was tender and loving and
sincere. He wasn't at all forcing the issue between us. With this kiss he
was inviting me to join him in what promised to be an experience neither
of us would ever forget. I couldn't help but pull him into a deeper and
longer and more passionate kiss as our lips parted and our tongues began
the delicate dance. What started so softly soon became riddled with
passion and pent up emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface.
So many sensations were coursing through our bodies -- new and exciting
sensations that threatened to push both of us over the edge at any
moment. Feeling Jon as my hands ran over the muscles of his back and arms
and chest... then feeling his hands run tenderly over my back and arms
and chest... our naked bodies touching and rubbing together... the weight
of the other on top and the sensations being on top of the other...
grinding our bodies together -- chests, legs, torsos, dicks... hearing
moans and whispered emotions and heavy breathing and panting - gasping
for breath... craving the other, but not knowing where to start...
wanting this to last forever, yet racing at top speed toward total bliss.
I had to have Jon. The point had come just after this started. There was
no longer any choice involved. I knew in an instant that I had been
craving this moment my whole life. This was so much more than sex. This
was even more than love. I didn't have a word for it, but I knew it was
the part of me that had been missing all these years. The emptiness and
loneliness I'd felt for so long was replaced with the most intense and
over-powering need to join myself with Jon. It was a coupling that
involved so much more than sex. This was what would make both of us
whole.

I kissed my way down Jon's body. I couldn't help but admire his beautiful
physique. He was perfect. When I reached the target of my intentions, I
licked his dick while listening to him gasp for breath as the new
pleasures I was providing took his breath away. In a whisper he chanted,
'Oh, God! Oh, God!' as each new feeling washed through his body
overloading his brain with new and exciting sensations. It took only a
few minutes with Jon's dick in my mouth before he erupted in a
body-thrashing orgasm. I knew it would be intense, but I didn't remember
producing so much cum at that age. I got most in my mouth and licked up
the rest as his body gradually came down from his climax. I moved back up
towards Jon's head and began kissing his neck and nibbling on his
earlobe. As I pulled back to look at Jon's face, he asked.

"Why in the hell did you make me wait so long? God, that was the most
amazing thing in the world. I never thought it would be like that."

"That was by far the most incredible experience I've ever had. If I'd
have known it would be that good, I'd have done it before now."

We held each other -- gently kissing, exploring each other, and cuddling.
Jon moved on top of me and began to kiss and lick his way down my body,
much as I had done to him a short time before. When he took my dick in
his mouth, it felt like an entire 4th of July fireworks show was going
off in my brain. I wasn't at all prepared for the intense feelings and
the immediate tingling in my balls. I'd had blow jobs before, but not one
had me so ready to cum so fast. I could feel Jon's hot tongue running
over the head of my dick. Each swipe of his tongue had me groaning with
pleasure. It took only moments before I was coming hard in his mouth. I'd
wanted to warn him of my impending orgasm, but there simply was no time.
Jon choked a bit at the force of the blast, but stayed on and swallowed
it all. I felt so drained as my breathing eventually returned to normal.
Jon was in my arms holding me tightly as I came down from the ultimate
high.

We talked softly -- mostly those sweet nothings lovers say to each other
before we dozed off to sleep. I woke early with Jon in my arms. I
couldn't remember waking up happier than I was at that moment. It wasn't
another dream. This was real and beautiful and as close to perfect as
life offered. Jon stirred and very gradually woke. When he realized where
he was, he smiled. Nothing was more wonderful than kissing the man you
love in the morning -- or anytime for that matter. We both headed to the
bathroom then quickly found ourselves back in bed. One thing led to
another and before long we were replaying the scene from the previous
night. The experience was no less intense and no less passionate. I
didn't want to leave the bed. Jon didn't make any attempt to get up
either -- well at least until his stomach let us both know it was time
for food. We laughed as we showered together then headed to the kitchen
to make breakfast. It wasn't at all uncommon for either or both of us to
be in the kitchen in our underwear, but this morning there didn't seem to
be any need for clothes at all. I think we both knew that we'd be going
back to bed as soon as we finished eating.

This time in bed we spent the time learning about each other's body...
the subtle differences... the silky feelings of different parts of the
body... the natural body heat... the unique aromas... the texture of the
hair... the intimacy of togetherness... the love of a kind and gentle and
pure heart. It was impossible not to be aroused by each other. The idea
of simply being together in this way was absolute erotica. Our senses
were heightened. Our hearts were open to love and loving. Our minds were
focused on the pleasures we gave and received. The culmination of this
period of time was the joy of mutual orgasm that arrived over hours of
tender loving. The recovery process was hastened by the ringing phone on
the nightstand. It was Ben calling for Jon. He took the call while I got
up, cleaned up, and dressed for the rest of the day. When Jon hung up the
phone, he told me that Ben was on his way over to talk.

It felt like I floated through the rest of the day. There was an aire of
of happiness and peace and sheer joy in the house. Even the most mundane
tasks seemed so much easier to perform. It seemed a light had come on for
me. What I wanted and needed was someone to love and love me in return.
Jon had filled that role for the past two years in the father/son
relationship we fostered and grew. For better or worse that relationship
had evolved into so much more -- that of lovers and partners in life and
love. It all seemed so magical and amazing -- too good to be true, but on
some level I knew this is what we both wanted. I could see it in Jon's
eyes... feel it in his touch... know it in his thoughts and words --
those spoken and those left unsaid. Not even dreams were this good.

Jon busied himself with his friend Ben. They took off to see some friends
and hit the mall. I spent the afternoon with typical chores. I don't
recall what I actually got done or in what order. I seemed to be
operating on autopilot as I glided through the afternoon -- thinking
about Jon... what we'd done already and what we'd do tonight. Certainly
Jon and I needed to talk about all of this. In some respects it seemed to
be happening so fast. In the span of one night and the next morning our
worlds had changed considerable, but at the same time it seems that we'd
been building towards this level of emotion and commitment for the past
two years. I knew how Jon felt. He told me often. I should have been
concerned about where all of this was going -- what Jon wanted, but at
the same time I felt so confident and secure -- like I already knew where
this would lead. I knew in my heart and my head that this would not only
last but would continue to grow into an even more amazing life of love
and happiness and passion and joy and discovery.

Through dinner and during the rest of the evening Jon and I talked about
what this was, what we each wanted, and where we were headed. Jon said,

"Jake, this is the most intense and amazing experience I've ever had,
and we haven't even experienced it all yet. I mean... I thought sex would
be fun and exciting and a cool experience, but I didn't know how
emotional this would be. I feel like my heart is about to burst with
feelings of love and passion. I want to be a part of you -- connected to
you. When I left with Ben today, I missed being with you. I did want to
have sex again, but I just missed being with you. Does that make any
sense? I find some comfort in looking up and seeing you in the same room
-- knowing you're close by. It's strange in an odd way... I've felt
secure and safe since the first time I came here with you. Those were new
feelings for me. For the past two years I've never worried when the next
meal would come because you provided for me like no one ever had. Your
voice and gentle manner calmed and soothed me when I first arrived. You
cleaned and bandaged my wounds. You gave me clothes and toys... you gave
me a car. I never dared to dream that could or would ever happen. I
didn't know what it was to love someone before I met you. You taught me
what loving another was all about -- the little things you've always done
for me, the kindness you've always shown me, the tenderness you've
demonstrated as I've worked through my problems and issues, the patience
you've expressed as you've allowed me to discover myself and work through
my past experiences. I believe you nursed me back from near death and the
constant despair I lived and allowed me the chance to grow and blossom
without ever asking anything of me beyond being honest and true to
myself. I've been alive for 18 years, but I only feel that I've lived and
grown during these past two years with you. I love you more than
anything. I don't know what you want from the future... what part I play
in your future plans, but I can tell you that for me I can't imagine a
future without you holding a prominent and active role. I want to be with
you. I want to love you. I want to love you physically and emotionally
and romantically and passionately."

"Jon, when I found you I had no idea what I was doing, but something
inside me told me that I had to help you. What developed was a pure and
true love between us. That love has grown and deepened over the past two
years. I can't imagine my life without you playing a vital role. There is
no question about my love for you. While you were gone today, I spent the
time thinking about you... about us. I knew last night as we came
together physically and sexually and romantically that what we were
sharing at that moment was the one thing that has been missing from my
life. This new level we've managed to attain is exactly what I've been
looking for my entire life. I want to be with you any way you'll allow,
but if my dream continues to come true... well, we'll spend the rest of
our lives together as lovers, partners, companions, and family. I never
thought anything like this would be possible for me. This is more than a
dream come true... it's a whole new level of experiences. My whole being
seems somehow more aware, open, accepting... A door has been opened that
I hope will never close."

"That's it exactly! I really do want to be with you. I love you with
everything I am and everything I will ever be. I feel like you've make me
a whole and complete person -- like you are the part of me that was
always missing. I don't ever want to be any place but by your side. I
realize I'm young... some would say far too young to make this kind of
commitment, but this is so clear to me. There isn't really a choice
involved. This has to be for me to be the person I'm capable of being. I
believe I can't get there without you. I need you, but more than that I
want to be with you... share with you... love you in every possible
way."

"Oh, Jon... I feel the same way. I was wandering through life before I
met you. You gave me a purpose -- a reason to live, someone to care for.
I don't know if there are words to express the depth of love and devotion
I feel. At times those feelings overwhelm me. As I have been thinking of
how life would change when you left for college, I was afraid my world
would shrink back to the hollow and empty existence before you arrived.
I'm so happy you'll be close so at least I'll be able to see you when
time and your studies allow."

"Umm... I picked the UW because it is close to home. Isn't it strange...
this is really home to me... where you are is my home. I'd never known
what a home was before I met you. I knew where I lived with my mother and
her boyfriend, but that place was never a home. Umm... one of the reasons
I decided to go to college here is because I want to live here with you
instead of at a dorm or fraternity. I want to be with you each night. I
can't imagine doing anything that would not allow me the chance to see
you in the mornings and not allow me to sleep with you each night. Where
you are is the place I consider home... it doesn't matter if it is here
or a hotel or anyplace else. College would be an empty experience if I
could share it with you. I don't every want to leave you."

Wow! I was overcome with emotions I'd never experienced at this hightened
level. My mind raced, but somehow seemed to be operating is slow motion
as the realization set in. Jon loved me. Jon committed himself to me. Jon
was going to stay with me. Life was perfect. The future was bright.
Tomorrow would only get better and more beautiful.

I stood. I offered my hand to Jon. He took hold as I helped him from the
couch. We walked together to 'our' bedroom. Tonight we would consummate
his new level of love and commitment by making love to each other for the
first time -- sharing every aspect of our union. As we began to slowly
undress each other I said,

"Undressing you is like unwrapping a mystery present -- one that you
can't wait to open... the first package you select to unwrap Christmas
morning."

"Yeah... it's like I am conflicted. I'm torn between wanting to go slow
to make the moment and the suspense last longer and wanting to rip the
clothes from your body so I can begin to enjoy the contents sooner."

"You're beautiful you know. I can't believe that skinny, under weight
kid who came home with me could have turned into such a handsome stud."

"Thanks! I wanted to make myself attractive to you. When I first saw
your body, I marveled at your muscles. I thought your body was perfect in
every way. I wanted mine to be the same. I wanted you to feel like I did
when I looked at you."

"You've succeeded!"

Naked we kissed and gently rubbed our bodies together. Both of us were
aroused not only by the body in front of us, but also by the thoughts of
what was to come... our union of love -- an expression of giving
ourselves completely to the other with no restrictions or limits or
barriers. On the bed the kissing and licking and touching eventually
progressed to a more urgent need to do more. I took the lead. Jon was
totally relaxed and open to every sensation. He told me he'd done some
reading and knew what to expect. He was aware of the potential pain
involved with the first penetrations into his body, but that knowledge
didn't dissuade him in the slightest. He was completely trusting and
absolutely ready.

Caressing his thighs and ass brought moans of delight as he spread his
legs open even more. As my fingers grazed across his tightly puckered
opening, his body responded by tensing then settling into the wondrous
new stimulation. Touching him at this intimate opening inspired me to do
more than I'd ever considered. I moved in closer to kiss. The kissing
lead to a strong need to connect on a still more intimate level. I
swirled my tongue around the opening. As I did it seemed to relax and
open to the gentle prodding of my tongue to gain entrance. I was
immediately overcome with the sensations my body registered... the heat,
the sweetness, the stronger aroma that was uniquely Jon. I could have
stayed there forever, but my mind and Jon's whispered urgings were
driving me forward. I lubed my fingers and began inserting them inside to
stretch the opening. Slowly the muscles continued to relax -- making way
for more. When I felt Jon was ready and his encouraging moans and sighs
told me it was time, I applied lube to my dick. It seemed so much harder
and hotter than it ever had before. When I'd moved into position with
Jon's legs on my shoulders, I began to press forward. Jon seemed to will
himself open as I slipped inside. There was an initial burst of pain upon
entering. I could see it in his eyes, but that burst of pain subsided as
his brain registered our union. Before long I was completely inside...
feeling his body adjust to the intrusion... relishing the tightness and
incredible heat... seeing the absolute trust and contentment on his face.
As I moved slowly inside Jon sighed. That one moment told me this was
where we were both supposed to be. The first short movements pulling out
and pushing back inside seemed to caused a current of emotions to flow
between us. Every sensation I felt was registered immediately on Jon's
face... in his eyes. The short strokes became longer thrusts as we
established a rhythm. As I pushed in, Jon's body rose instinctively to
connect faster and deeper. As I pulled out, his muscles gripped tighter
as if to pull me back inside. After several minutes of wallowing in sheer
bliss, my body naturally increased the pace... my body demanding a
conclusion. The thrusts became harder and deeper and more urgent as the
pace increased. Jon once again continued to whisper 'Oh, God! Oh, God!'
as our mating ritual took on an even more frenzied and at times erratic
pace. I could feel my body building towards the climax -- rushing towards
orgasm. As I got closer to the end with sweat pouring from my body, I
felt Jon's whole body tense. His hips bucked wildly as he began to spew
rocket blasts of cum. With the first shot his muscles contracted to
tightly, my dick was locked in mid stroke. With each successive blast, my
dick was squeezed tighter. I couldn't have stopped if I'd even tried.
With my next downward stroke, I drove inside him as far as humanly
possible. My body seized as I felt the cum begin to shoot. With each shot
I tried to drive my dick further inside. At that time I was only aware of
my orgasm... the most powerful orgasm of my life. As the process slowed
and my body relaxed, I saw the look of peace and pleasure on Jon's face.
Never had I witnessed such complete contentment in another. I lowered
myself to rest on Jon's body as I kissed his mouth gently because we were
both still gasping for air. It didn't seem possible. It didn't seem real.
I had a feeling of being transported to a place I never knew existed. Jon
wrapped his legs with mine as we slowly recovered from our coupling. The
occasional contractions of his muscles around my dick told me that it had
all been real. It did happen.

I was anxious to replay the scene, but this next time with reversed
roles. I'd always been what I considered a top -- not wanting to be on
the receiving end, but this time I was so ready. I wanted Jon to
experience what I'd just survived. I wanted to see the expressions on his
face and to read his eyes. I wanted him deep inside of me. I wanted to
have him leave a part of himself there as a constant reminder of the love
we shared as partners. Fortunately Jon was just 18. Recovery time was
quick. It didn't take much encouragement on my part to convince him that
we needed to do all of this again. When I finally slipped out of Jon he
was hard and ready. My body was drained of strength, but the last thing I
wanted was sleep.

Jon prepared me much as I had prepared him. The rimming was a most
amazing sensation. I'd never experienced it before. It was something I
was looking forward to as part of our soon to be regular sessions of love
making. As Jon entered me, I had a moment of discomfort. It wasn't pain
as much as it was the knowledge that he was entering me for the first
time. His dick wasn't quite as large as mine, but it was his and I wanted
it more than anything in the world. As he settled inside me, it seemed I
could feel the heat resonating from his dick. As he remained still as I
adjusted I swear I could feel his heartbeat as his dick throbbed in time
with his pumping heart. If you've never watched the expressions on your
lovers face as he first experiences the thrills of making love, you must
do so. I could see every sensation expressed in Jon's eyes. His face lit
up like Las Vegas on a clear, dark night. I've never seen a more dazzling
smile as I watched him establish a pace that allowed both of us maximum
pleasure. Having cum only minutes before, Jon was able to make this last.
Our bodies seemed to take over as they automatically responded to the
other's movements. When the end finally neared, Jon was slamming himself
into me with a force and desire I'd never known. With each stroke he
seemed to try to go deeper and further inside of me. I could feel my hole
stretching more as Jon's dick began to swell in preparation for the final
thrust. As he rocked the bed with that last mighty thrust, he exploded
inside of me. I could feel his pleasures as his dick pulsed inside of me.
I was so involved in watching Jon that I didn't realize I had brought
myself to another orgasm until my cum landed on my face.

We were holding each other as his dick soften enough to be expelled from
my body. We were both drained of strength and energy, but were such a
mess that it was imperative we clean up before we attempted sleep. As we
showered together we talked softly of the experiences we'd just shared.
The amazement was evident in both of us as we compared notes and shared
insights. Both of us were anxious to share these experiences again, but
we both knew that wouldn't happen without sleep. Back cuddled in bed we
held each other as sleep came. I was even more refreshed in the morning
as Jon and I awoke. It was a new day with the sun shining brighter and
birds singing a sweeter song. I felt completely alive. I'm not sure what
I was doing before... existing perhaps, but certainly not at this level
of awareness. This was a new day... a dawning on a new reality. A reality
filled with shared love. I couldn't wait to start the day -- to begin
living this new and improved life I'd found with Jon.



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