Date: Fri, 13 Dec 2013 01:28:09 -0800
From: Daniel Rivera <drivstories@gmail.com>
Subject: Across the Way Chapter 5

Hey there everybody!! Welcome to Chapter 5 of Across the Way. We last left
off with Jackson and Brock going out on their very first date, now to pick
up where we last left off. Feel free to message me at
drivstroies@gmail.comwith any comments, questions or suggestions you
might have. I've been
receiving such great e-mails from some of you and I really appreciate all
you have been saying! Let's see what Brock has in store for Jackson...



Across the Way

Chapter 5



Brock had one hand on the steering wheel with his other hand holding mine.
It's simple really, holding hands, but to someone like me it's
electrifying. It may not be up there with a passionate kiss, no not at all,
but it's in its own league entirely. I've always had this thing about
holding hands; they have to fit together perfectly. My ex's hands were much
bigger than mine and it was awkward to say the least. He didn't like to
hold my hand much anyways. Brock on the other hand, has grabbed my hand
unwarranted and his fit into mine like it was the missing puzzle piece I
had been searching for.


We'd been driving for a few minutes before we came to a dead halt on the
back roads. There was a steady stream of taillights in front of us, and
beyond that "Christmas lights". Not the light's you hang on your house, but
police lights, along with those of an ambulance and a fire truck. The back
roads around here were dangerous; if you make the wrong move you can either
the side of a mountain, go down the side of it, hit a deer, or careen into
a logging truck.


"Well, this might make us a bit late.." Brock said disgruntled.

"Late for what?" I asked

"You'll see pretty boy, you'll see."

"You keep calling me that."

"Keep calling you what? Pretty boy?"

"Yeah that.."

"Well cause you are." He said as he grazed my cheek with the back of his
hand.


I smiled and turned a crimsoned red at his notion. Brock turned the radio
on and set it to the area's most popular country station.  Lady Antebellum
played in the background as we neared the accident ahead. Brock was focused
on the scene, mostly staring at the officers and their patrol cars. Brock
had talked about enrolling into the academy before images of him in uniform
popped into my head. We passed the accident scene, traffic let up and we
were back on track for whatever Brock had planned for me that night. We got
onto one of the main roads and after a bit got onto the freeway heading
toward Sacramento.


"Brock, where are you taking me?"

"Hold you're horses pretty boy. You'll see when we get there."

"Very well then."


Brock had a bench style seat in his truck and when I got in, I had stayed
on the passenger side. I unbuckled my seatbelt and scooted over to the
middle seat. Brock looked over and just smiled at me as he put his free
hand behind me across the top of the seat. I placed my hand on his leg and
gave it a little squeeze. He turned to look at me and gave me a quick peck
on the cheek before returning his eyes to the road. Of course he smelled of
Old Spice, a scent that quickly becoming my favorite. However it was mixed
in with hints of sandalwood and amber.


We pulled off the freeway and we're downtown. I was familiar with this part
of the city and quickly thought of the places Brock could be possibly
taking me to. We went down a few of the streets and Brock found a parking
spot. After he shut the truck off I went to open my door but he told me to
wait. He hopped out of the driver seat and quickly made his way to the
passenger side and opened the door for me.  He took my hand into his and we
walked down the street and came upon one of the cities popular restaurants,
The Porch. This façade of the restaurant was indeed a white porch with a
couple of tables and since there were space heaters, a few patrons braved
the choice of dining outside. The Porch served southern home cooked food
with a bit of a modern twist. There was apple butter for the delicious
biscuits, the drinks were served in mason jars and each table was adorned
with a small vase containing freshly picked flowers.  I've eaten here
before with my mother, but never had their dinner so I was surely in for a
treat.  The hostess sat us down in the middle and gave us a few minutes to
overlook the menu.


"I would have cooked ya sumthin' up, but I wanted to take you somewhere
nice."

"Well this happens to be one of my favorite places to eat, so good job."

"This all looks really good. I can' decide what I wanna get."

"The BBQ pork and collard green tamales are great. I'm getting the apple
wood smoked sirloin."

"Hmm, I might get what your havin' sounds pretty damn good."


Our waitress came by, dropped off our sweet iced teas and took our order,
leaving us with some of their sugar biscuits. I buttered my bread and took
a few sips of my tea, my tastes buds were going to be happy tonight.


"So Jackson what's your work schedule like this week?"

"I work tomorrow through Thursday but I usually get off around five,
sometimes earlier."


"Ah okay. I work tomorrow too. I'm off around four though. You just wanna
go together? No sense in taking two cars if we're going to the same place.
After work maybe you can come back to my place. I'll fix you dinner."


"That sounds really nice. Yeah, sure. I don't see why we can't do that."

"Perfect, just perfect." Brock said as he took a sip of his tea. "Ya know,
this is my first real date."

"Really? You never been on a date before?"

"Nope, never been. I mean in high school I hung out with some girls bit
never did anything this nice for them. This here Jackson, is my first real
date."

"Well for a first date you're really pulling out all the stops. I mean
opening my door, that was pretty damn cute."

"I've seen in the movies and my dad always did it for my momma. Figured it
was the proper thing to do."

"You're so cute. You really are the most adorable thing ya know that."

"Yeah I know." Brock said with a cocky smile.


We talked for a bit about this and that before our meal came. During our
meal I came to find out more about Brock. He did have a girlfriend in
school but it didn't last long. He dated a girl or two afterwards but he
said it never really felt right. He then told me about coming out to his
parents. They were out at dinner, some burger joint and it had been on his
mind all day long. His mother always knew when something was wrong with him
and he gave in. His parents weren't fazed by it at all. They said that no
matter what he would always be their son and that they loved him very much
and would always support him. His father even tried to set him up with one
of his buddies' son, a firefighter in town, but Brock was just too shy. The
rest of his family welcomed him with open arms like they always did and
nobody had anything bad to say about it.


Both Brock and I were pretty lucky to have the support we had. Not
everybody has this easy when their finally honest with their loved ones.
Sure my mother's family were a bunch of bigoted dickwads, but who cares. I
got plenty of people who love me for all that I am. Brock said that on the
way to pick me up he called his father and told him about me. It was nice
to know that Brock had such a great relationship with his parents and that
his parents were the way they were. When I hear of people's parents
disowning them, kicking them out, or beating them for being gay, it breaks
my heart. I believe that parents are supposed to love their children
unconditionally. You can't pick and choose what parts to love, you got to
love all of them.


I told Brock about my coming out story as well. It wasn't that exciting
really. I was in the car with my parents, we were heading to SFO to catch a
flight to NYC and I blurted out that I liked dudes. My mother teared up a
bit but only out of concern for what I might have to go through in life,
but she also cried cause she was so happy for me. As a teenager I wasn't
the nicest guy, mostly because I wasn't ready to accept the fact I was gay.
My father shared the same concerns as my mother, but he was quite happy for
me as well. The entire time I told my story, Brock listened, his hands
folded on the table, nibbling on a biscuit every now and then.  My brothers
had to work on saying "that's gay" around me, but I told them I really
didn't mind. They joked around me often about it and I went in on it too.
My oldest brother was a Sheriff Deputy and the other was in the Navy, so
naturally they said if anyone had a problem with me that they would set
them straight.

"You got a really nice family Jackson. I can tell by the way you talk about
them how important they are to you."

"I love them. Without them, I wouldn't be the man I am today. You'd really
get along with my brothers, and my mom already adores you."

"We still gotta take a picture for your mom." Brock said with that smile.


We wrapped up dinner and opted to skip on dessert for now. We walked out of
the restaurant hand in hand and headed towards Brock's truck. We neared an
ally-way and without warning Brock pulled me into it and pushed me up
against the wall as he planted his lips on mine. My knees buckled on the
sheer force of the kiss and my hands found themselves on his tight ass. I
pulled him closer into me as our tongues intertwined. I could taste the
sweet tea on his lips which only made the kiss even sweeter.  Our breathing
became heavy and I let out a soft moan as Brock playfully bit my neck. Fuck
it felt amazing. His hand found its way up my shirt and he traced his
fingers over the ridges of my abs. I grabbed the back of his head and
pulled his mouth back into mine, moaning with pleasure. We went at it for
another moment or so before an out of breath Brock pulled away from me.


"Damn pretty boy. Th-that was nice."

"You're telling me."


After our passionate kiss, we hopped into Brocks truck and then he drove us
to Old Sacramento. The area was adorned with Christmas lights (actual
lights, not police lights), the big tree was set up in the middle, horse
drawn carriages carried people about and the dirt and cobbled streets were
full of people enjoying the night. We walked along the storefronts, dotting
in from one to the other. Brocks boot's made a distinct sound as we walked
on the wooden boards. Our arms were linked and we were bundled up, it was a
bit colder than we had anticipated but we kept each other warm.


Brock and I walked into a candy stores that packed full of people. This
store in particular was known for their salt water taffy and for the fact
they let everybody sample just about anything they wanted. We went from
barrel to barrel and tasted all the different flavors. We eventually
grabbed a bag and filled it up to the brim with our favorites.  Along with
our bag of taffy, we nabbed ourselves some Razzles, Pop Rocks, candy
buttons, Sour Warheads, Reece's and some salted caramel.



We exited the store and right across from us was this old tiny white school
house that was now just another stop on the historic tour of the city. In
front of the old school house were a set of wooden swings just asking to be
played on. Thought I'm 21 and quite mature for my age, I am a child at
heart. I ran full speed ahead of Brock and hopped on one of the swings. He
made his way to me, pulled out his phone and took a picture. He then sat on
the swing next to me and kicked his feet back and forth enough to get it
rocking. He'd unwrap a piece of taffy for me and throw them to me while we
sat on the swings.


I looked up over at Brock and just couldn't believe the night I was having.
I haven't been treated this way in such a long time nor have I felt so at
ease. There was no pressure to be perfect, I didn't have to try and impress
him or be something I wasn't. Brock liked me for who I was and all that I
am. At first I thought the money thing would push him away but it didn't.
He also didn't focus on it at all, sure he liked driving the Aston but
other than that, the material things didn't matter to him. Throughout our
conversations, he see what I was more than just some rich kid with a BMW.
Brock has made things so easy for me really. He's easy to talk to, he
opened himself up to me, revealed a lot of himself and vice versa. I don't
do that often, open up to people, especially about my ex. However with
Brock, I've only know him for a few days but I trust him. I had this wall
put up around me and I was always on the defense, but with Brock there was
no need for any of that crap.


"Jackson."

"Yes?"

"Can I tell you sumthin'"

"Sure, what is it Brock."

"I like you a lottle."

"What?" I asked

"I like you a lottle. It's sorta like a little, but a lot."

            "You really sure know how to make a guy feel special."

            "I do what I can." He said with a smirk.


We spent a few more minutes on the swings and snacking on some candy before
we decided to walk around a bit more.  Brock and I went by the large
beautifully lit Christmas tree and snapped a picture. We then crossed the
street and were about to step inside of a store when Brock noticed
something.


"Hey, we still got to take that picture for your mother. And I gotta show
my folks one of you too." Brock said as he nodded to a vintage photo booth
that had been placed in front of the store.

 I let my smile be my reply and with that Brock grabbed my hand and led me
inside of the small space. It was a tight fit but we made it work. The
photo booth was an old time set up, not one of those digital ones where you
could pics different backgrounds and effects, but a simple black and white
one. After inserting a dollar bill we got ready for our pictures. In the
first frame we made silly faces with me sticking my tongue out while Brock
crossed his eyes. In the second shot, Brock placed his cowboy hat on me and
we made very serious, almost mean faces. In the third frame Brock flashed
that smile I had fallen in love me with me just staring at him. In the
fourth and final frame, Brock pulled me into him and planted a nice soft
kiss on me. We continued our kiss after the last photo was taken and found
ourselves in the heat of the moment. Through our kissing and groping, I
somehow found myself straddling his lap, his hands kneading my ass, and our
kiss had become quite passionate it. I playfully nibbled on his bottom lip
while he took my upper lip between his, the playfulness of it intensified
when Brock ever so slightly bit down, causing my body to shudder and my
dick to jump. We went at it for a moment longer before I pulled myself off
of Brock. We collected ourselves, I fixed my hair and we stepped out of the
booth. We grabbed our photos and they turned out absolutely perfect, we
each took one for ourselves.  I placed mine in my wallet and Brock tucked
his photo strip into his hat.



  Brock and I walked around Old Sac for another half hour before deciding
to make it back up to my place. We hopped into his truck but since it was
almost below freezing, it was taking a little bit to warm up. As I said, I
run cold and being out in the frigid air with no source of heat didn't help
my situation.

                "Jackson, come a bit closer." Brock said softly.

                I scooted over to him and he had me lean forward a bit. He
hooked his finger into the back of my shirt and opened it up a bit. He
leaned over me and then started to breathed warm air down the back of my
shirt, thus warming me in the process. I know it sounds weird, but it
totally worked and I found it to be very soothing. Ironically, it sent a
chill up my spine as well.  Brock went at this for a few minutes until the
heater in his truck finally kicked in. I leaned back into my seat and
looked at Brock.

                "Thank you. That was just what I needed."

                "Can't have ya shiverin' pretty boy."

                Brock got onto to the freeway and we made our way towards
my home. Brock held my hand in his and I rested my head onto his shoulder.
The ride back was indeed quite, but we didn't need say a word. Rascal
Flatt's *I'll Be Home for Christmas* played in the background and so many
things popped into my head. Christmas was right around the corner as well
as my families annual Christmas Party. It was a formal affair, quite lovely
really. What would I do with Brock? I mean I'd love to have him there, but
would he be up for it? Do I get him a present or is it too soon for that?
What were we exactly? I mean it's not like we said we were boyfriends. So
many things played out in my head, so many things I needed answers to.
However I kept in mind that this was Brock's first time for a lot of things
and that I had to keep his feelings in mind as well, not just my own.
Hopefully we'd figure it out together.



                It took us about a half hour to get back up to my house and
it looked beautiful wrapped up in its white Christmas lights. Rather than
parking by the garage, Brock pulled up right to the front of the house.
Like before he went around and opened my door for me. I unlocked the front
door and quickly disabled the alarm while I kicked off my shoes. We went
into the kitchen and grabbed ourselves some water bottles, chips, a bowl of
grapes and of course our large bag of sweets. I took off running up the
stairs with Brock chasing behind me. As soon as we got into my room he
nearly tackled me onto the bed, causing me to spill what I had in my hands
on the floor.

                I tried to get up, but Brock grabbed my arms and playfully
pinned me down.  I looked up with him and he smirked, nodding his head
"no". He leaned into me, our lips so close but not touching. He licked his
lips as his eyes traced every inch of my body. He pressed his lower body
into me, pushing our crotches together. I could tell he was hard, not all
the way, but getting there. I bucked my hips into him and it caused him to
shudder before he latched his lips onto my neck. He still had me pinned
down and I'd have to admit, I kinda liked it. His lips found mine and he
was trembling. It was cute really, how nervous he was. He froze for a
second and just started into my eyes, not knowing what to do. Eventually
Brock loosed his grip and I got on top of him. I scooted him to the head
board of my bed and placed a pillow behind his back so he was sitting up
and comfortable. I then got on him, placing one hand on his chest and the
other running through his hair.

                "Jackson.." Brock said as he placed his hands on my ass. I
took that as a signal and slowly grinded my crotch into his which caused
him to let out a moan.  I cupped his face and invaded his mouth with my
tongue. The kiss was soft, sensual, I took my time with it. I could feel
Brock smile through the kiss and in turn it made me smile. As we made out I
slowly pressed my crotch into his, each time pushing in with more force. I
felt how hard he was through his Wranglers and I'm sure he could feel all
of me as well. I tried to contain myself, but it had been so long and my
inhibitions took over.

                I began to kiss Brock's neck softly at first, but the
kisses turned into biting. I bit down on his shoulder as I ripped open his
pearl snap shirt. My hands ran over his hard pecs, down to abs and right to
his belt buckle. His breathing became heavier, as did mine. I kissed my way
down from his neck to his chest as I started to undo his belt. I sloppily
ran my tongue over his left nipple, making Brock whimper. I pulled his belt
off and tossed it aside and then undid the button on the top of his jeans.
Brock stayed silent but he had his eyes locked on mine as he bit his bottom
lip. I slid off his jeans and then began to kiss all over his stomach as my
hands massaged his thighs.  I ran my hand over his dick, causing it to
twitch under his black boxer briefs. I stuck my hand through the front
opening and pulled out his hard pulsating cock. When I saw him naked for
the first time, his cock was at least 6 inches soft, but fully hard it was
about 8.5 inches, thick too. I looked Brock in the eyes as I wrapped my
lips around the head of his cock. This caused Brock to moan out loudly and
throw his head back. I slowly bobbed my head up and down the length of his
cock, one hand caressed his upper body while my other hand played with
Brock's smooth balls. I took my mouth off him and then licked up and down
his shaft and right underneath the tip of his cock.

I looked up to find Brock staring down at me, a smirk appeared across his
face as he grabbed a fist full of my hair. He guided my head to the tip of
his cock and shoved it down. He pushed my head down with such force that
all of his 8.5 inches filled my throat. Luckily for him, I had no gag
reflex and took his thick cock with ease. His hands latched onto the sides
of my head and he began to buck his hips back forth. Slow at first, but he
quickly picked up the pace. He let out loud grunts and began to curse.  He
would pull his cock out right before the tip then would ram it back
straight down into my throat.  Brock went at this for a few minutes, and
even though I wasn't able to free my own cock and jack it, I still enjoyed
every second of it. At first Brock was timid, but then he took control and
it fucking turned me on. I could tell he was close due to his heavy
breathing and the tightening of his sack. He pulled my head off his cock
but I placed my mouth back onto the tip and started to stroke him.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck. Jackson. I'm gunna cum. Jackson. OH FUUUCCKK." Brock
exclaimed as his cock twitched before releasing his load. Brock shot 8
loads of cum down my throat, it was warm and more sweet than salty. I
swallowed down each load as they came, but some spilled out the side of my
mouth and dripped down onto his leg. After I made sure he was thoroughly
milked, I cleaned his cock off, then licked up what was left on his leg.
Brock grabbed my hair and pulled me up into him, ramming his mouth into
mine. Our tongues ran over one another's and I'm sure Brock could taste
himself. We kissed for a few minutes before Brock pulled away. He ran his
fingers through my hair, putting them back to place.

                "Jackson, I'm sorry if I got out of hand."

                "Brock. Please. Don't apologize. To be honest, I loved what
you did."

                "Really?"

                "Hell yeah. It was great. I loved how you took control."

                "Well good then. Fuck Jackson. That was amazing. Really."

                "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

                "Do you want me to return the favor."

                "Nah. Not right now. You can make it up to me later."

Afterwards we both hopped into the shower to rinse ourselves off. Brock
tried to jack me off, but  I told him it could wait, that tonight was about
him. He just smiled and held me in his arms as the warm water ran over us.
We didn't spend much time in the shower because we were both tired and had
work in the morning. We washed up, dried off, brushed our teeth and slipped
into boxers before pulling the covers over us.

In bed, Brock was the big spoon and I was the little spoon. He was so warm
and his muscular arm enveloped me, making me feel safe. As we lay in bed, I
replayed the entire day in my head. Hopefully I didn't move too fast for
him, but he didn't seem to mind, not one bit.

"Brock."

"Yeah Jackson?"

"I had a really nice time tonight. Thank you for taking me out."

"Me too. It was *almost* a perfect night."

"Almost?"

 "Yeah. Almost. I was hoping this guy I really liked would be my boyfriend
by the end of the night. I'm just not sure how to ask him."

"It's not that hard. I'm sure if you asked he'd say yes."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, who wouldn't?"

"Very well then. Hey Jackson."

"Yes Brock?"

"Can I ask ya something?"

"Of course you can."

"You see. I really like you. I like you a lot. I was wondering if you'd let
me be your boyfriend and you could be mine. What do ya say?"

"I think that sounds like a wonderful idea Brock."

"Good. Then it's settled." Brock said with a yawn.

"Goodnight Brock."

"Sweet dreams pretty boy."

I turned my head around and kissed Brock ever so softly on the lips. He let
out a deep sigh, nuzzled his face into my neck, and pulled me closer into
him. I interlocked his fingers with mine , closed my eyes and fell asleep
with my boyfriend.



Alright everybody, hopefully you all enjoyed this chapter. Hopefully I was
able to give some of you what you'd been asking for. This is meant to be a
love story, with the romance being the focal point, however I won't skimp
on the love scenes either. Now that the boys are official, what would you
like to see in the upcoming chapter? Message me at
drivstories@gmail.comwith your comments, question and suggestions.