Date: Sun, 09 Sep 2001 23:17:16 -0400
From: LJB <readersstop@netscape.net>
Subject: Joe's Dilemma Section 3 (LJB)(MB MM ist oral anal)(3/4)

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 scenes.

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.

Thanks to those who are encouraging me to continue with the presentation of
this series.

I do not usually acknowledge e-mails, instead using my time to write.
I do appreciate hearing from you.
Hope that you continue to enjoy the story.       LJB

Joe's Dilemma

Chapter 3

Jerry was nervous.  It wasn't usual for Jerry Wilder to be nervous.  In
fact, he normally prided himself on his ability to make other people
nervous.  It was the week before Labour Day and the staff of MacGregor
Public School were having their first meeting of this new school year.  It
was also Jerry's first day on the job as the new vice-principal.  He had
worked hard and was promoted at the end of last June.  It was a good thing
too.  He realized he was not a great teacher.  He was in fact a barely
adequate teacher even though he liked the children immensely and had worked
at it diligently.  What he was in fact was an excellent administrator.
This was where he would find his true niche in the education system.

Looking around the meeting room, Jerry took note of all the new faces he
would be dealing with this next year.  Everyone here was new to him, except
for Principal Jean Fowler.  His gaze was drawn by a movement in the
doorway.  A man entered.  He was not remarkable in any way, unless you
considered the rust coloured red hair.  He was largely built and a little
overweight even though it was well distributed, but Jerry felt an
attraction to this man simply at the sight of him.  He didn't believe in
love at first sight, but still there definitely was something that was more
than just lust.

Christmas had passed already and Jerry was well established in his new
role.  He was really comfortable there and everyone had been totally
accepting and supportive of him.  Well almost everyone.  Try as he might he
could not establish himself with Joe.  The man seemed to actively avoid
him.  There had to be something about him Joe had taken an instant
disliking to, but he could not figure out what it was.  The man never asked
for anything, so Jerry had been unable to provide him with any help that
would have left Joe with a better opinion of him.  Joe was polite and
co-operative, but always at a distance.  He was never late, never absent
and had not a single discipline problem with his grade eight class.  It was
amazing and extremely frustrating.

As the school year was ending, an unexpected turn of events occurred.  Joe
came to Jerry.  Due to accidentally overhearing a conversation, Joe felt it
necessary to explain to Jerry about being a very shy person.  There was no
animosity, no contempt, no desire to avoid Jerry.  This he could deal with.
He arranged to spend some quiet time with Joe.  Let him meet the grown up,
mature Jerry that could be charming and suave and totally disarming.  Jerry
never openly said it, even to himself, but he was going to notch this guy
on his bedpost, even if it took another whole school year.

A couple trips out to dinner were arranged.  While Jerry was away on his
annual summer fuckfest vacation he made sure to mail Joe a couple
non-sexual post cards and call him on the phone once.  When he returned
home sexually sated and physically worn out, he still had a need to make a
golf date with Joe and have another dinner with him before classes started
again.  It was strange.  Every time he spent time with Joe he came away
liking more and more about this quiet, withdrawn younger man.

By the end of the first month of school, Jerry and Joe were going out to
dinner about once a week.  Jerry found himself looking forward to these
evenings, even scrambling desperately to rebook the one evening he had to
cancel because of other commitments.  As October ended, Jerry realized he'd
had no sexual activity since summer vacation and had no intention of having
any.  He was saving himself for Joe.  It was then he faced the fact he was
no longer trolling for Joe in lust, he was in love, real love, for the
first time in his life.  His goals went now far beyond a one time conquest.
Jerry was seriously wanting something extended with this man and yet had no
real proof Joe was even obtainable.

Jerry was scared to death of broaching the topic of a relationship.
Knowing how shy Joe was, he was certain Joe would run away from him and all
chance would be lost.  At Christmas time they agreed to exchange presents.
Jerry was frantic.  It just had to be something personal, so Joe would know
Jerry had these strong serious feelings for him.  But what ?  He looked at
exotic massage oils, matching string bikinis and nipple rings.  Again his
concern of scaring Joe away won out and he ended up selecting a bathrobe
and 4 pair of designer underwear including a pair of silk boxers.
Suggestive, but explainable if questioned.

It was now late in March and the school year was wasting away again.  Jerry
had to approach the subject in some way to casually find out if Joe would
even be interested in him.  He was certainly not the best catch in the
ocean and his track record on relationships was nonexistent.  What could he
do ?  How could he be subtle ?


The three boys had spent this Saturday afternoon in front of Joe's TV.  Joe
spent his afternoon in the small utility room at the back of his apartment
which he had converted into a very small office, marking composition papers
which his class had handed in yesterday.  Every so often he noticed one
head or another would peek around the corner of the doorway, just to be
certain he was still nearby and had not gone and left them alone.  In the
late afternoon, he stopped his work and went out to the living room.

"I have a dinner appointment this evening, guys."  he announced.  "Jerry's
and my weekly dinner was rescheduled to tonight.  Do you fellas have any
ideas what you are going to be doing ?"

"Guess we better go home, so you can get ready for what you're going to
do."  Mickey said.  "We've had a really good time and we can find lots to
keep us busy.  Maybe Mom will show up, but not likely on the weekend."  Joe
could see none of them were very eager to leave, but he knew their Mother
did need every chance to assume her responsibility.  The boys had spent a
lot of time with Joe.  After school, on weekends, even early mornings when
there was no food in apartment 5.  He knew their Mom relied on him to help
look after them and then resented him for doing so.  They stayed away from
each other and the boys bounced back and forth between them, choosing to
spend as much time with Joe as they possibly could.

"I won't be leaving for another hour or so," Joe offered, "so finish the
program you're watching."  He turned and went into his bedroom where he
undressed and putting on his bathrobe, went to the bathroom to shave and
shower and brush his teeth.  It occurred to him that if the boys were going
to be spending so much time in his apartment he should have tooth brushes
there for them.  He had in the past month and a half accumulated quite a
pile of items for them.

After completing his tasks he returned to his room.  Removing his robe he
walked to the dresser to reach for and use his antideodorant and talc.  As
he applied the stick under his arm, Joe heard a noise at the bedroom door
and glancing over saw Mickey standing there.

"What do you need, Mick ?"  he asked.

"Am I going to have hair on my body when I get big like you ?"  the eleven
year old asked.

"Likely."  Joe replied.  "All men have some hair, some men have more than
others."  Joe was not excessively hirsute.  He had fine, red threads under
each arm in sufficient quantity to make it look bushy.  His chest was clear
except for a few stray strands circling each purplish coloured nipple.  A
fine hair trail ran from the V between his pecs down to his navel and then
broadened and thickened to a furry path leading to the lush copper curls of
his pubis.  His thighs were lightly powdered with fine strands which
thickened to dense mats down his legs and calves.  No hair of any kind
appeared on his back or butt.

Joe reached into his dresser drawer and the first pair of underwear he
grabbed were the silk boxers which Jerry had given him for Christmas a few
months ago.  When he had received them, he had fantasized they had all
sorts of sexual innuendoes related to them, but felt guilty about using his
friend in that way.  He had never worn them before but figured this was a
good first occasion and quickly slipped them on.

"Gee.  Those are really nice."  Mickey remarked.  "Can I feel them ?"  Joe
chuckled and nodded.  The boy walked over to him and ran his hand up and
down the side of the shorts.  "I hope I can wear some like those someday."

"I'm sure you'll have a chance."  Joe assured him casually reaching over
and messing up the boy's red hair.  Joe realized this type of male to male
interaction was something the boy likely never had a chance to experience
before.  He could remember doing it with his Dad when he was growing up and
it made him feel how very much he missed him since he had passed away.  His
Dad had known about Joe's sexual leanings and had loved him just the same
as always.

Joe finished dressing with slacks, a sports shirt and jacket.  Because they
had to wear suits to work, Jerry and Joe had an arrangement they never wore
ties when they went out together.  It helped them both remember they were
relaxing.  No ties, no shop talk.  They both stuck to the rules.

"What are you guys having for supper ?"  Joe questioned.  There was a
general shrugging of shoulders.  "I know you have eggs and milk and bread.
Mickey, how about you make some French toast like we did a couple weeks ago
?  If there's not enough milk for you to do that and still have a full
glass each, then come over here and get some more."  Joe had allowed Mickey
to have a key to his apartment, knowing the boy was very responsible and
trustworthy.

"Okay, Joe."  Mickey agreed.  "We can have it with syrup or jam on them."

Before he left, Joe gave each of the boys a hug and a kiss on the forehead.
He received the same back.


"I was beginning to think you weren't going to come."  Jerry said as Joe
came into the restaurant.

"I'm sorry."  Joe apologized.  "The buses seem to be running late tonight.
Either that or the first one was early and I missed it.  Whichever way, it
didn't work out the way I had planned.  I hope I didn't keep you waiting
too long."

"Nah, I was just yanking your chain."  Jerry laughed.  "I just sat down
myself."  Jerry moved out of his seat at the booth and motioned for Joe to
slide in next to him rather than sit on the other side of the table.  It
struck Joe as slightly strange.  He also wondered why they were sitting
back in an isolated corner of the eatery where no one else was around them.
These thoughts lasted for the moment and then he just passed them off.

The two men talked about the week each had just put in and the things which
had kept them occupied.  Jerry had grown use to hear Joe talk about the
boys and actually found he looked forward to the little vignettes about
their lives.  He warned Joe at least once every week about getting too
attached to the kids, knowing full well he could get up some morning and
find them moved.  Joe knew these things, but appreciated Jerry caring
enough about him to remind him of the possibilities.  He had resolved in
the first couple weeks he could only do for the boys what he could do.
There was a limit and if it came to that he would just have to face it.

Their discussions continued through their dinner.  They had eaten at this
place several times and knew the right items to order for a most delicious
repast.  Joe had wanted to ask Jerry something for some time, but he still
had to fight his shy and hesitant tendency when it came to broaching new
subjects, even with the man he had come to regard as his best friend of all
time.  They had finished their meal and were sitting having coffee.
Gathering all his courage he finally forged ahead.

"Jerry, I was wondering...er, I wanted to know," he started to say, "if you
would.....er, if you would come to my apartment ?  I want you to have
dinner with me and the kids.  I've never had anyone come to the apartment
except the boys and I wondered if you would ?"

"I don't know if you will want me after we finish here tonight."  Jerry
replied.  "There is something I have wanted to talk to you about for the
longest time."  Joe stared at his friend, surprised at what he was hearing.

"You can tell me anything, Jerry."  Joe said with all his heart.  "It would
never make any difference about our friendship.  Your the best friend I've
ever had."

"I hope you think so later."  Jerry told him.  "I have tried every way I
can think of to let you know about this without scaring you away and I just
can't come up with a good way.  Come here."  Joe was very concerned about
his friend.  He was afraid there was terrible news, something tragic, an
illness perhaps.  He leaned close to Jerry, so he might hear him speak in
lowered tones.  When they were inches apart, Jerry reached up and gripped
the lapels of his jacket and pulling Joe forward, kissed him.  Not a peck
on the cheek.  A full blown, open mouthed, tongue plunging, passionate kiss
of love and caring.  When he let go of Joe, Joe fell backward into his
seat, a look of stunned dismay on his face.

"I apologize for being so forward."  Jerry began.  "The last thing I want
to do is lose.........."  Joe leaned forward and grabbing Jerry's coat,
pulled him into a repeat performance with Joe this time taking the
initiative and sweeping Jerry's breath away.

"Oh, my God."  Jerry gasped when Joe released him.  "I am in love.  I love
you Joe.  I have since the first time I laid eyes on you."

"I've never been in love before, Jerry," Joe replied, "but I think I am
with you too."

"I want you really badly, Joe," Jerry whispered, "but not tonight, not now.
This has to be right.  It needs to be planned."

"Jerry, you need to know something."  Joe spoke hesitantly.  "I'm a virgin.
I have very little experience, practically none at all."

"Then our first time needs to be extra special."  Jerry told him.  "I have
enough experience for the two of us, maybe way too much.  At least I know
how to make this right.  Let me arrange this for us, I really want to."
Joe of course was hesitant.  The thought of not knowing what was going to
happen and what new situation he might be thrust into frightened him.
Gathering all his resolve together, he put his trust in Joe and agreed.


It was set.  Joe and Jerry were going away to a country inn for the second
weekend in June.  Joe had insisted on paying half of the expenses, taking a
firm stand even over Jerry's objections.  He made an end to the argument
when he reminded Jerry this was his trip too, he was not being hired as the
entertainment for the weekend.  Jerry smacked himself for thinking of this
in terms of a `one night stand' and realized he had to remember he was
trying to expand their relationship, not end it.

In the interim, Jerry came to dinner at Joe's apartment and met the three
boys who occupied such a major part of his love's life.  The boys were
their usual well behaved and charming selves and Jerry was very impressed
with the accuracy of Joe's portrayal of what wonderful kids they really
were.  He could see how comfortable the boys were with Joe and in his
apartment and he found it remarkable how Joe related to the boys without
the slightest hesitation or uncertainty.  He reflected that he had seen
this as well in Joe's classroom when Joe worked with his students.  None of
the shy, withdrawn traits of the man showed, only this confident, caring
side.  It made Jerry want Joe even more.

After the boys went home, Joe and Jerry sat on the couch and kissed and
held each other.  Neither had ever had a relationship like this.  Jerry had
always previously moved his partner to the bedroom as quickly as possible
and Joe had never allowed anyone to be this close and familiar with him.
Each felt a satisfaction from the gentle caring they gave each other that
they had never previously experienced and they slowly fell more and more in
love.  Jerry finally risked all and asked if he could spend the night.  Joe
found not only could he not refuse this man, he didn't want to.

In Joe's bedroom, they slowly undressed each other.  Naked they stood and
visually examined every inch of the other's body.

"How could you possibly want me ?"  Joe finally asked.  "You are so
beautiful, and I'm not anything special at all."  Jerry looked into the
bigger man's eyes.  He had not been disappointed at all.

"You are perfect to me."  Jerry responded.  "I am as thrilled and turned on
by the outer man as I am by the inner one."

They kissed, sitting on the end of Joe's king sized bed, stroking and
caressing each other's body.  Their kisses were slow and soft, promising
they would be loving and kind to one another.  Moving up on the bed they
stretched out and continued their gentle explorations with their hands, Joe
following Jerry's leads and mimicking his movements.  Jerry gently pushed
Joe over flat on his back.  Kissing the big man's nose and eyes he
continued his trail of kisses around to Joe's ear and down his neck.
Crossing his chest slowly he reached the purplish disc of flesh with its
little stub protruding.  Jerry kissed and then licked and nibbled on the
skin and Joe gasped and groaned having never had anyone, not even himself
stimulate this remarkably sensitive area.  Jerry crossed over and
stimulated the other purple disc in a similar manner eliciting a like
reaction from his passive love.

Jerry was absolutely fascinated with the colour of Joe's body hair.
Tonguing the short, fine fuzz from between Joe's pecs to his navel, he
stopped long enough to push his tongue into that thimble size well which
was filled with the nectar drooling from the slit at the end of the
impressive tool which hovered over and beyond the mass of red pubic curls.
As Jerry savoured the clear fluid his hand stroked through the flaming
curls feeling their soft texture.  Having drained the small reservoir,
Jerry's tongue reached for the source of the clear nectar and his lips
closed around the upper half of the engorged head on Joe's rigid mast.  Joe
shouted out from the sensation and tried to sit up, but Jerry held him in
place.

"I can't take much more of what you're doing."  he told Jerry.  "I've never
felt anything so wonderful in my whole life.  I'm right on the edge of
shooting."

"Well cool down then Babe."  Jerry whispered back to him in a raspy tone.
"We've got a long way to go yet."

Heeding Joe's warning, Jerry backed off for a few moments and then leaving
the unbending post, moved down the body to lick and suck at the meaty balls
and their sac.  He sucked each large oval into his mouth and explored it
with his tongue.  Every inch of the pliable sac was washed by his busy
tongue.  Now ready for the main feast, Jerry left the damp orb container
and started back licking the hard pole, this time beginning at the base and
stroking upward.  When he reached the top without a pause or a breath he
engulfed the entire 8" shaft in his mouth, forcing the hot, spongy head
into his throat.

While all this was going on, Joe was beside himself.  The quickie blow job
he had once received in the University john had been nothing like this.  It
had been over in 30 seconds.  Tonight it just went on and on.  Every nerve
ending in this groin was on fire.  He was panting and groaning and grunting
with absolutely no control over what was coming next.  This was the first
time ever Joe had given himself over to someone else's control.  He was
going wild.  Every act Jerry performed excited him more and more.  He was
coming closer and closer to the point of no return.  When Jerry took his
cock into his throat he could go no farther.  With a loud grunt and moan he
poured forth his fluids directly to his friend, his now lover.  There was
no end to it.  His cock spurt and spurt like never before and Joe traveled
far from his bed to another location, another world, where he floated in
some unknown dimension.  He had never, ever reached this place before.
This must be where lovers go he concluded and someday soon he would be here
again and Jerry would be with him.