Date: Tue, 04 Sep 2001 16:02:54 -0400
From: LJB <readersstop@netscape.net>
Subject: Joe's Dilemma Section 1 (LJB)(MB MM ist oral anal)(1/4)

The following is a pure work of fiction and is the property of the author.
If you are looking to get off quick, read something else.  This is a short
story presented in serial form of 4 sections and you'll be reading
background, before you get to any mind-blowing sex images.

If you are bothered by same sex relationships, read no farther.  This is a
story about the interaction of males with each other in a fanciful setting.
It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.

Hope you enjoy the story.       LJB

Joe's Dilemma

Chapter 1

Joe could have moved.  He'd lived in the apartment now for over six years.
It was a good deal back when he'd first moved in being he was a second year
student at the University.  A price he could afford, two bedrooms,
relatively quiet area if you didn't count the occasional yelling from a
Saturday night bender being resolved by a couple next door.  There were
eight apartments in the building, four on the ground floor and four on the
second.  This one was on the second at the back, so the views consisted of
the building next door or the small back yard and alley.

It stayed a good deal for him the year he went to Teacher's College even
though it was a fair pace farther to trek back and forth each day.  The
transportation system was good in the city and anyway, who would see
Mrs. Gett's garbage was taken out each week, or Mr. Fullord's income tax
was filed on time, or who would shovel the walk so the older residents
would not fall, if he were to move.  It just made good sense for him to
stay where he was, besides he was starting to accumulate so many odds and
ends that moving would be a lot of bother.

Now Joe was in his fourth year teaching at MacGregor Public School.  He
thought again about moving when he first got the job.  The school was way
on the far side of the city from the apartment building, in the new
development zone.  Even with the great transit system he still had to ride
40 minutes each way, every day.  But four of the other residents were older
people who were alone and he had been there to help them with their little
problems for so long now they would be hard pressed to get by if he were to
leave.  Besides, he was just now getting his place the way he wanted it.

Before he started working, he could not afford to do anything to improve
his home.  Now with a steady income he was able to paint and paper some
rooms, buy some new fixtures, get a nice entertainment centre and replace
some of the furniture which was donated to him by family when he had
originally moved in.  Yes, he was starting to enjoy his home and each time
the topic or thought of moving came up it became less and less desirable.

The only problem which made him think about moving these days was Apartment
number 5.  It was the apartment beside him, in the front of the building
and during the time he had lived there it never had the same people in it
for over three months in a row.  Doors slamming, loud radios and
television, arguing, swearing and fighting, visits by the police, drunks
staggering in and out of the building, drug sales, prostitution, strange
smells, occasionally a dead body, crashes and bangs, garbage, all were part
of the history of apartment 5.  It was strange a building with seven
regularly occupied units had this one which was constantly in turmoil.  Joe
thought the landlord likely tried to get a premium price renting it to high
risk clients while counting on the steady income from the other units.
Whatever the reason, it was a constant source of irritation and problems
for all of them.

Last weekend, apartment 5 had been vacated again.  Everyone had five whole
days and nights of peace.  Joe noted on his way to his door this evening
there was a pickup truck with items in the back on the walkway out front
and the apartment door was open.  He wondered at the time what kind of
horror was going to face the tenants this time.  No doubt some of society's
worst would mingle with them for a month or two.  At least if they were
going to run a brothel, he thought, they could try having a male one, so he
could see what might be available through such a business.

Joe was not experienced with sex, but he knew what he liked.  He had tried
interacting with girls through high school and university and was certain
what he didn't want.  His brief encounters with men, all two of them, in a
university toilet had left him unsatisfied, but certain he desired more.
But Joe had two problems.  Although he was a very caring and generous
individual, he was incredibly shy and taking the initiative was out of the
question.  His other problem was that he was not an Adonis.

Joe was a big man at 6"2'.  He had a big frame with broad shoulders, but at
230 lbs. he was carrying about 40 lbs. too much weight.  These pounds made
his pecs a little droopy.  His six pack abs were about a dozen, dozen
donuts and 10,000 sit ups short of their peak.  The tire around his waist
made it necessary to suck in strenuously for him to see the reading on the
bathroom scale, his feet or even his cock.  Joe's butt did not exactly hang
above his legs it slightly sagged above them and his solid, muscular legs
were wrapped in an extra couple layers of spongy fat tissue.

Now Joe was not unattractive.  He had rusty, red hair, a fair complexion
and bright sparkling eyes with a smile people always remembered.  Educated,
well mannered and socially knowledgeable, he could be a charming addition
to any gathering in which he knew the participants and felt at ease.  His
eighth grade students all considered him the greatest teacher they had ever
known and his co-workers respected his work and liked him.  In short, Joe
was a 27 year old, masculine, virgin male, who was not into personal
athletic activities, or unfamiliar social contacts.

After his third year teaching at MacGregor Public School, Joe had been
certain his career was coming to an end.  His major problem was
vice-principal Jerry Wilder.  Jerry was a 31 year old dynamo who came to
the school at the beginning of that third year.  As quiet and withdrawn as
Joe could be, Jerry was exactly the opposite.  He was effervescent,
animated, often loud and Joe was sure Jerry hated him.  They virtually
never spoke and Joe was too shy to make eye contact.  At meetings, Joe sat
silent and Jerry would appear frustrated by his lack of participation.
They would pass in the halls and barely glance at each other, nodding their
heads slightly as they moved on.

As the school year came to an end, Joe came into the school office late one
afternoon, dropping off some reports and papers as he was leaving to go
home.  Jerry was sitting in the inner office of principal Jean Fowler and
it soon became clear they were discussing teaching staff for the coming
year.

"We have to list who we're keeping on staff for next September, so I know
how many new teachers I'll have to recruit."  Jean Fowler was saying.  "Who
do we keep?"

"Well, number one is Joe."  Jerry responded.

"I thought you and Joe weren't getting along."  Jean questioned.

"He doesn't like me."  Jerry replied.  "I don't know why he doesn't, but
he's still the best damn teacher in the school.  We'd be fools to lose him
and you should consider getting rid of me before having Joe go anywhere
else."

Joe couldn't believe what he had heard.  He thought Jerry didn't like him
or his work.  He realized all this had come about because he was just too
shy to get to know the vice-principal during the past year, or let the man
know him.  A couple of days later, when Joe was getting ready to head home
again, he saw Jerry seated in his office working at his desk.  He tapped on
the door and entered when beckoned.

"What can I do for you, Joe?"  Jerry greeted him in a friendly voice.

"I wanted to speak to you before we all went on vacation."  Joe answered
hesitantly sitting down on the opposite side of Jerry's desk.  "I
accidentally overheard a discussion you were having with Jean the other
afternoon and I wanted to thank you for the very nice things you said about
me."

"You're very welcome, Joe."  Jerry said with a big smile on his face.
"They were true, or I wouldn't have offered them."

"I wanted also to say that I don't dislike you and I regret ever giving you
that idea."  Joe told him.  He hesitated.  "I am a very shy person and it
takes me a long time to get to know someone and feel comfortable around
them.  You are a very active and forceful person and we haven't really had
any time to get use to each other."

"You mean I've got a loud mouth and I control everyone all the time."
Jerry laughed as he was saying it.  Joe became embarrassed and didn't know
what to say.  "It's okay, Joe.  I know I can be loud and even obnoxious
sometimes.  I didn't know I was turning you off on me.  That's the last
thing I wanted to do."

"It's not your fault."  Joe answered.  "I'm a grown up.  It should not be
up to you to cater to my eccentricities.  I should have put forth a better
effort to welcome you here.  I have been here longer."

"Let's forget about it, Joe and start over."  Jerry proposed thrusting out
his hand for Joe to shake.  "Maybe we can make up for it this summer and do
a couple things together so we start out September on a new foot."

Jerry had been away four weeks during the summer and Joe had taken courses
at the University, but they did go to dinner together a couple times before
Jerry left, then played golf and had a couple more dinners before they
started back to work in September.  This year, Joe's fourth, had been his
best.  He and Jerry had remained friends and had dinner or went somewhere
together every week or two.  It was the first time Joe had ever had a good
friend and he valued highly his time spent with Jerry.

He discovered Jerry was 31 years old.  He was divorced and lived alone in a
nice co-op housing unit several blocks from the school.  He was a jock and
participated in all types of athletic activities, playing on several
different teams throughout each week, depending on the season.  Jerry was
about 6 feet tall with blond hair, blue eyes and a handsome face.  He had
thickly muscled arms and shoulders and his chest filled out his shirt
fully.  His narrow waist and hips were supported on solid legs which were
covered by lots of thick blond hair.  Joe had taken notice in the summer
when Jerry wore shorts and thought how wonderful it would be if he had the
will power to develop his body like Jerry's.  Jerry did not seem to have
many friends and he had given no indications to Joe of having any sex life,
but then neither had Joe.  Joe was very drawn to Jerry, but would never
risk their friendship by suggesting anything sexual between them.

It was now February of Joe's fourth teaching year and for about three weeks
there had been six inches of snow on the ground, being replenished daily by
storms and blowing.  It was one of these nights Joe notice the loaded
pickup truck and the open door on apartment 5, when he arrived home that
Friday evening.

"Well, I'm not going out to shovel the sidewalk with that truck sitting
there."  Joe thought as he opened his apartment door and turned on the
lights.  He had picked up a few groceries on his way from the bus stop and
went into the kitchen area to set them on the counter.  There was a knock
on his door.  Joe went over and opened it expecting one of his older
neighbours had stopped by to make sure he knew about the new tenants.

"Gee, Mister," the young boy standing outside the door said, "you're really
big.  My Mom says my Dad was big like you."

"Is that right?"  Joe replied.  He figured the boy speaking was about 10
years old.  Beside him was a smaller boy of about 5 or 6.  "What can I do
for you?"

"My name's Mickey."  The eldest announced.  "We are moving in next door."

"Well that's nice Mickey."  Joe replied.  "Who's your friend?"

"He's not my friend."  Mickey assured Joe.  "He's my little brother, Joey.
He doesn't talk very much.  My other brother, Johnny, is still over at our
place."

"It's nice to meet both you and Joey, Mickey."  Joe responded.  "My name is
Joe.  What can I do for you this evening?"

"Mom wanted me to ask you where there is a grocery store near here that
will take Social Service Vouchers."  Mickey stated.  "We need some milk and
cereal for tomorrow morning and I don't know where to go to get it."

Joe gave the boy directions to a store not far away and was thanked for his
help.  Returning to the kitchen to finish putting items away and select
what he was going to cook for his own supper, Joe found himself thinking
about the two boys who had knocked.  The first thing that struck you about
them was the mass of bright red hair each of them carried on their heads.
Definitely in need of cutting.  Then of course there was the freckles.
Lots and lots of freckles all over their faces.  He wondered if the third
brother had been cast from the same mold.  Both boys had appeared to be
thin.  Too thin.  It occurred to him they might not be getting enough to
eat living on food vouchers.  Their clothes were quite worn and not very
clean, but then boys of that age range were seldom very clean.

Joe was busy thinking as he prepared his dinner.  He had made a big pot of
mildly spiced chili yesterday and had it handy in the fridge.  He knew
whatever was left past tonight would need to be frozen, because he doubted
he would want to eat it more than two days in a row.  He should have
invited Jerry over to help eat it up, but this was Jerry's bowling night
and then he would be going to the gym for his workout.  Just as the pot was
hot and he was ready to spoon out a bowl full, there was another knock on
his door.

"Hi, Joe."  Mickey said with a big smile.  This time the middle sized boy
was with him as well as Joey.  "The grocery market wouldn't take the
vouchers from me without an adult being present.  Would you have a quart of
milk and some cereal we could borrow for breakfast. We'll bring it back as
soon as we go to the store tomorrow?"

"Why didn't your Mom go to the store with you, Mickey?"  Joe asked.

"She's sick."  he replied.  "She went to bed with a headache.  She thought
we would be able to get the stuff ourselves."  Something in the way Mickey
said it, the tone of his voice, the spacing of his words, a little
hesitation, made Joe's ears pick up.  He looked into Mickey's eyes and the
boy avoided his gaze.

"Come on."  Joe said.  "I think we better go check and make sure your Mom
is okay."

"No, no, she's okay."  the panic in the boy's voice was apparent.  "You
don't need to go over there.  We'll be okay.  Sorry we bothered you."  The
boy turned to leave, but Joe reached out and placed his hand firmly on
Mickey's shoulder.

"Mickey, let's you and me make a deal, right from the start."  Joe stated,
turning the boy back to face him.  "You don't ever lie to me and I won't
ever lie to you.  Can we agree on that?"  Joe put his hand out to Mickey
and after the boy had peered into Joe's eyes he took it and shook hands.
"Good.  Now tell me.  What's happening?"

"Mom went out with her friend and left us with the vouchers."  Mickey told
him.  "They won't let me use them at the store without an adult.  There's
no food and we haven't eaten since breakfast."

"Do you have any idea when Mom will return?"  Joe asked.  Mickey shook his
head as he looked at the floor.  "Come on, in you come."  The boys slowly
shuffled into the apartment and Joe closed the door.  "You guys better like
chili, `cause that's what's on the menu."  There was a general nodding of
heads and agreement chili would be a good meal.  Joe sent them into the
bathroom to wash their hands and faces.  When they came back there was a
place for each of them set at the table in the dining corner of the
apartment.

The meal was not a social event.  There was no time for discussion or
pleasantries.  Three hungry youngsters downed a couple bowls of chili each.
Mickey had three.  Joe supplemented it with bread and butter and each boy
had at least two pieces.  A glass of milk rounded out the meal and not a
sign of any of it was left by the time they were done.  The question of
left over chili had been solved.  The small apartment freezer produced a
large tub of Neapolitan Ice Cream and each of the boys managed to put away
two big scoops and several cookies as well.

"Thank you, Joe."  Mickey said when they had finished eating.  Johnny
echoed the thanks and Joey sat and stared at Joe.  He slid down off his
chair and walking around the table to where Joe was sitting, stretched out
his arms to be picked up.  Joe picked the young lad up and sat him on his
lap.  Joey reached around and gave the big man a big hug.  When he was done
he brought his arms back around, but continued to sit on Joe's lap, quite
comfortably, as if it was where he was meant to be.

"You all are very welcome."  Joe told them.  "Remember from now on, the
truth gets you a lot farther with me than stories."  The two older boys
nodded.  "How would you guys like to sit and watch TV with me for awhile?"
The two older boys expressed their agreement and Joey slid down off Joe's
lap and headed over to the couch.

"Shoes off."  Joe said.  "No shoes on the furniture or couch."  The boys
removed their shoes and put them over by the entry.  Joe noted they were
all pretty well worn.  They all sat together and watched some shows that
Joe thought were appropriate for the group.  Very shortly after they sat
down, Joey somehow ended up on Joe's lap again and stayed there the entire
time they watched.

"Mickey, what's happening about bed times for you guys?"  Joe asked as he
noticed Joey starting to fall asleep leaning against his chest.

"We stay up as long as we want."  Mickey told him.  "We got a mattress in
the bedroom we can sleep on."

"You have any clean clothes over there?"  Joe wanted to know.  Mickey
hesitated then shook his head.  Joe went to the table and wrote a note.  He
gave it to Mickey with instructions to leave it where his Mom could find it
and to bring back any sleep wear they might have.  Mickey told him they
slept in their underwear.

"Okay, Joey.  I know you're tired, but into the bathtub before you get to
sleep."  Joe said and led the smallest boy into the bathroom.  He ran the
tub and threw in some bubble maker while the youngster peeled off his
clothing.  After setting the boy in the bath, Joe went into his bedroom and
took three, white tee shirts out of his dresser drawer.  When he returned
to the boy, he found his shampoo and gave his hair a good scrubbing.  Next
he took a wash cloth and soaped his back.  An extra soaping of hands and
feet, a washing of the face with the rag and Joey had turned from gray to
pink.  Lifting him out, Joe helped him dry off and put one of the tee
shirts on him.

"Johnny, your next."  he called out after changing the water in the tub and
adding more bubbles.  "I'll be back to wash your hair."  he announced as he
picked up Joey and took him into the spare bedroom.  Joe tucked him into
one of the twin beds and told him `good night'.  Joey reached up and gave
Joe a big hug around his neck.

"Let's get some washing done."  he told Johnny when he returned to the
bathroom.  Johnny used the soap while Joe washed and rinsed his hair.
Extra soap on the feet this time and a scrubbing of the face.  As Johnny
left the tub, Joe gave him a dry towel and a tee shirt to put on afterward.
"Fifteen more minutes of TV and then to bed."  Joe told him when he was all
ready.  Johnny acknowledged the instruction.

"Mickey, your turn."  Joe called.  The oldest boy appeared at the bathroom
door.  "Come on, give me your clothes.  I'm going to throw them in the
washer and dryer, so they will be ready for the three of you in the
morning."  Mickey started to slowly remove his socks and shirt.  "I'm
sorry, Mick.  Would you sooner I waited outside while you get into the tub?
I didn't mean to embarrass you."  Joe got up from the side of the tub to
leave.

"No, it's all right, Joe.  I'm not embarrassed.  Joe, you know I'm the
oldest."  Joe nodded his head.  "And I sort of look after my brothers."

"I could see that all ready."  Joe acknowledged.

"Well you've been really good to us."  Mickey said.  "And I need to know if
you like little kids."  he blurted out in a rush.

"Yeah, I like kids."  Joe said.  "I'm a Teacher.  I have kids around all
the time."  There was a moment of awkward silence between them which Joe
didn't understand until it occurred to him what Mickey was really asking.
"No, Mickey.  I misunderstood what you meant.  I'm not into little kids, if
that's what you mean.  I just like kids as people."  The boy looked very
relieved.

"I had to ask, Joe."  he muttered.  "If you were I was going to ask you to
take me rather than touch my brothers."

"You have nothing to worry about from me, Mickey."  Joe assured him.  "You
are as safe here as you'll ever be anywhere."  Joe thought for a minute.
"Mickey, has anyone ever bothered you or your brothers that way."  The
panic in the boy's eyes was obvious.

"No.  No, Joe."  Mickey responded with a shaky voice.

"If it ever were to happen, Mick and you told me," Joe said, "I would make
it stop.  Remember, we tell each other the truth to make good things
happen."

"I remember, Joe."  Mickey replied.  "I remember."