Date: Sun, 8 Mar 2015 10:08:39 +0000
From: Alain Mahy <amahy1957@gmail.com>
Subject: New Life 8

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I concentrated in relaxing, first my feet, then my legs and coming up.  The
relaxing techniques I knew came from Blake.  I had needed them several
times in the past after my father passed away.  I focused on my breath and
soon all the muscles in my body relaxed.  Last, but not least, I let go of
my face muscles till I felt a tingling at the root of my hairs.  I
stretched my head backwards, then to the left and to the right and finally
pushing my head down till my chin touched my chest.  After a few muscle
exercises, I tried to relax my mind.  It was a little tougher.  What that
woman had spitting out as venom was close to a rattlesnake's deadly fluids.
I couldn't understand what my father has seen in her.  This was just so
opposite of everything my father had taught me and how he was himself.  I
started to guess my father must have been really happy when she left us.

In a certain way, over the years, I had idealized a mother I had not really
known.  All those images shattered to pieces when that woman had opened her
mouth.  I turned to Blake, who was still standing at the window, and asked
him if she was still there.

- Yes, she is.  She is sitting on the ground and took off her shoes to
massage her feet.  I guess I should go out and at least give her some
water.

- Don't, I shouted, if you do that we would never get rid of her.  She'll
take it as a small sign of victory.

- Let me handle this Paul.  I know what I am doing.

I was standing on my feet again and saw how Blake took a plastic cup and
filled it with tap water.  He went out of the house and to the woman
sitting there, not knowing what to do.  He handed her the plastic cup and
apparently was talking to her as she was looking up to him.  She
unashamedly emptied the cup and threw it away on the lawn.  Blake stayed
calm and went to retrieve it.  He leaned down and said something to her
ear.  She got up and started walking away.  Blake came back to the cabin
and we were all three looking at him, waiting for Blake to bring us
up-to-date.

Don't worry, he said, she won't be back.  I made it very clear to her that
she was not welcome here and that if she ever in her life tried to get back
here, she would be in serious trouble with the law, for trespassing, and
with me for upsetting me.  I advised her to ask in the village who I was.

Jonay, Justin and I were laughing out loud at that.

What I noticed is that the ugly smell I had had all day was gone.  I ran
out of the house and to the pond, cupped some water and inhaled deeply
through my nose.  It was once again clear and fresh and when I tasted it,
it was back to normal.  I sat down for a minute and thought about it.
Blake was right if I looked at the evidence.  My nose was warning me!

I felt a presence at my side and it was Justin.  He touched me lightly on y
shoulder and as I turned towards him he had a concerned look on his face.
I smiled at him to reassure him and that seemed to be enough as I saw all
the muscles in his face relax.

- You are ok? He asked.

- Yes Justin, I am fine.  The smells came back.  It is incredible that
Blake could put his finger on what was happening to me.  It is weird, you
know!

- Yes, I know, he has surprised me more than once as well.  How do you feel
about the visit we got?

- Paradoxically I am glad she came and I hate her for almost ruining our
day, I said.  It was an awful experience to meet someone who claims to be
my mother and who is a pure shame of mankind.  On the other hand, I am glad
to know that I will never regret that I didn't go and search for my
biological mother.  You know, I have a family here.  Blake and Jonay are
doing everything they can to make me forget my Dad passed away.  Abuelo and
Abuela are so kind to me and treat me like their son or grandson.  Veronica
and Teresa are sisters to me, or aunts, or ... I don't know.  My father
could not have chosen a better place for me to stay till I know what I will
do with my life.  It will always be a home to me.  And there is you as
well, Justin.  You are my best friend, my shoulder I can cry on, my
confident and even my lover.  Tell me Justin, what more can I ask for?
Really?  You no the answer is nothing.

- Oh my ... where does all this wisdom comes from?  Justin asked.  Paul,
you are just about to turn eighteen and you already speak like someone with
a huge life experience.  I admire you for that.  You are a rationalist when
you have to.  You are a great sentimentalist when you want to.  You are
sometimes a kid in a grown-up body and sometimes a wise old man in a kid's
body.  I don't know how you do it, but I can only say that I am really
proud of you and proud to be your friend.

We went back inside.  Blake and Jonay were not to be seen, so we only
assumed they were in the bathroom or in their bedroom.  The bathroom door
was wide open and there was nobody in there.  We heard some noises coming
from their bedroom and we could see the door was not completely closed.

- You said I could be a kid from time to time, I whispered to Justin.  Well
I am going to be a kid spying on the elders.

With that I tiptoed over to their bedroom door and give it a small little
push so I could peek inside.  The sight was beautiful as gorgeous buttocks
moving between high spread legs met my eyes.  The sight of it fascinated
me.  I realized I couldn't say who was making love to whom.  The noises
they made were exciting and I felt my cock swell.  Justin just had his chin
on my shoulders and was enjoying the show as much as I did as I felt his
hard-on pressed against my ass. When the top man lifted his head and threw
it backwards we could see it was Blake pounding in Jonay's ass.

- The old man has still a lot of stamina, Justin said.

But he said a little too loud and we both giggled at the comment.  That's
when Blake and Jonay realized they had an audience.  It didn't prevent
Blake to go on and moan out loud.  We guessed he was about to shoot his
load and when he began grunting like a wounded animal, we were sure he was
unloading into Jonay.  Jonay pressed his legs around Blake's waist and
pulled him even deeper.  They were both panting and trying to catch their
breath.  Blake collapsed next to Jonay and they were both looking at us.
My shorts were tenting obscenely and Justin's cock was pushing at my ass.
We knew we wouldn't need a lot to spurt our loads as well.  Justin's hand
glided over my chest and stomach and disappeared in the waistband of my
shorts.  He took hold of my cock and stroked it a few times, squeezing it
in the upward movement and releasing his grip on the downward one.  He
pushed my shorts down and exposed me to Blake and Jonay who were silently
enjoying the show.  My cock was pointing straight forward and Justin's hand
was doing the necessary to bring me close to climax.  I couldn't stay idle
and grabbed his shorts and lowered them as much as I could, standing with
my back against Justin's chest.  Nonetheless I could lower them enough to
free his cock and guide it directly to my rosebud.  I was that excited that
my ass-muscles were twitching in anticipation.  Justin was so excited that
he was oozing pre-cum profusely, and that was all the lubrication we
needed.  He pushed forward at the same moment that I pushed back with my
hips.  The invasion of his cock was sudden, fast and deep.  I gasped for
air but Justin didn0t give me time to adapt and was pounding furiously in
my ass.  He hit my prostate at each stroke and brought me to climax at the
speed of light.  I spurted in front of me while he filled my insides.  Once
I was spent, I collapsed on top of the bed with my face in Jonay's crotch.
It still smelled of his semen and his fragrance overwhelmed me.  I inhaled
deeply and my head was almost spinning.  Being my reckless self, I opened
my mouth wide and engulfed his flaccid cock.  I couldn't believe what I
tasted.  It was amazing.  I loved it.  But I also knew I was trespassing a
territory that I shouldn't.  I let go of his cock and apologized to Blake.

I couldn't read his face.  He was stunned and surprised with what I did.  I
can't say he was happy about it, but he was not angry either.

- Ok guys, Blake said, I guess this is it.  We shouldn't have left our door
open, but I can't say I regret it.  It was hot and exciting.  But, as you
know, Jonay and I are pretty exclusive.  What happened was a one- time
thing, ok?

We agreed.  I got up and pulled my shorts back on, as did Justin.  We went
to our room and had a shower, but as we had both come so forcefully, the
grabbing and playing in the shower was only light.

In the afternoon I checked my e-mails and found one from Mr. Breckham.  His
first words were: "Are you kidding me?".  He actually couldn't believe I
was only seventeen going on eighteen.  For him it was impossible that a guy
my age knew so much about fragrances, extracting essences, and have such an
extend in having all those smells catalogued.  The fact I could also define
them was something he couldn't understand because it was something someone
could achieve only with years and years of constant work.  He also asked me
parent's details to contact them, as I was a minor and he wanted to meet
me.  I took my laptop to Blake to show him the e-mail.

- You see, Paul, he said, you have been honest with him and now he even
wants to meet you.  I think the best think you can do is giving him Jonay's
e-mail because I don't have one, but I know how it works.  The best you can
do is forward this e-mail to Jonay's e-mail so that we can answer this
gentleman's request.

- Why is it that he can't believe me? I asked.

- And why is it you can't believe us Paul?  You are really gifted and what
you can do is something really special and rare.  This man seems to be a
specialist in this field.  He has probably years and years of experience
and had never come across someone like you.  He has probably dedicated his
whole life to this.  You are not even eighteen yet and he thinks you
possibly know as much, if not even more, as he does.  If a man of his
knowledge wants to meet you, it is because he already respects you.  We
will write him an e-mail today.  If you want to answer him in your own way,
please do.  There is no reason you change who you are or what you do
because of his e-mail.

All what Blake told me made perfect sense to me and I was happy.  It was so
reassuring that Blake was always there and knew how to explain things to
me.  In a certain way he made me think of my father.  Dad was always there
as well, although at that moment I was a sick child.  I was in pain most of
the time and my Dad tried so hard to give me some good times.  But the most
important thing was that when I had a question, Dad always tried to answer
me correctly.  He was not ashamed to tell me he didn't know something, but
he always promised to find the answer and he always did.

- Blake, I said, can I ask you something?

- Of course Paul!  You know I will always answer you truthfully.

- Would you mind if I called you Dad?

For the first time since I knew Blake, he had tears in his eyes.  He opened
his arms and asked for a hug.  I snuggled up to him and squeezed him in my
arms.  He stroked my back and ruffled my hair.

- I don't want to take your father's place.  He was my friend.  And I was
so proud when reading his will.  You can call me whatever it is you feel ok
with Paul, but never, never forget Rusty, because that man saved your life
in more than one way.

- I know that ... Dad!

From that day on, my life took a new course.  I never forgot my real
father, but I never again called Blake by his first name.  The thing that
changed my life the most was the first of many visits of Mr.  Breckham.  We
all expected to see an older man, probably with white hair and round metal
framed glasses.  We were all wrong.  Mr. Breckham was about the same age of
dad.  A fit man, very pleasant to talk to, intelligent and very well
educated.  He had a great sense of humor.  After a good hour of talking,
learning to know each other, Mr. Breckham asked us to call him by his first
name, Angus.

- Yes, I know, my parents had a sense of humor when they named me!

He laughed heartedly.  But I could sense he wanted more information about
my abilities.  I showed him my collection of flasks and the notes I had
been writing down since I discovered my smell skills.  He was truly
impressed with all the flasks and my system to extract essences.  I showed
him how I did it and he was impressed once more.  He asked me the criteria
I used to have all the flasks in a certain order.  He was surprised to find
some of them on a place he had not suspected and when I explained him why
they were there and not on another shelf, he began to understand my way of
organizing things.

After a few hours in my bedroom, I took him out to Jonay's garden.  He was
at awe.  He had himself a considerable collection of plants and flowers,
but Jonay's garden seemed to surpass it.  Dad and Justin felt a little bit
as outsiders when we were talking about plants, flowers and fragrances.

- It is not that I doubt your abilities Paul, said Angus, but I would like
to test your knowledge.  Afterwards, I'll tell you why.

I agreed.  He took out a blindfold from his bag and a number of flasks.  He
also had small strips of paper that he introduced in the flasks, waved them
a few times and then passed them under my nose.  He just wanted me to
identify them.  He did that with thirty-five different fragrances and there
was only one I didn't know at all.  He said it was normal as it was the
fragrance of a South American and very rare plant.  The smell was not
really strong, but he said it helped a lot to fix mixed fragrances.  I made
a mental note of it so that I could look it up later.

- The reason I wanted to meet you Paul, before I knew your age, was to
offer you a job in my laboratory.  What I could see from what you said in
the chat room, I was sure you had at least a university degree.  When you
wrote me a little bit more about your background, I first could not believe
it.  Today, of course, I don't have the shadow of a doubt about your skills
and knowledge.  The only problem is that I can't offer a job to a minor.
We will have to wait that you turn at least eighteen.  Of course, it
depends if you would even be interested!

- What would be the job description of what you have in mind for him? asked
Dad.

- Our laboratory is creating perfumes.  Those perfumes have the
particularity to be custom-made for a wealthy clientele.  The second
particularity is that we don't use any chemical substance, only natural
ones.  The job I was thinking about for Paul was to discover the personal
scent of each client, identify it and then know what substances he would
have to use so that it wouldn't be altered by the client's personal scent
or sweat.  Bottom-line, I wanted him to join us and create perfumes, but
very, very much personalized.

I was beaming.  Dad was thinking.  Jonay looked as if he didn't believe his
ears and Justin had that look on his face that said: "I told you!".  Angus
looked from one to the other and back.  He had been very clear in his
intentions and suggestions.  He was actually waiting for us to say
something.

Dad stood up and asked Angus to follow him.  We knew what Blake was about
to do: protecting me for future problems.  They went over next to the pond,
sat down in front of each other and held hands.

While Dad and Angus were connecting, Jonay asked me what I thought about
this job proposition.

- It sounds really appealing, I said, but it means I would have to leave
this place and I don't know if I am ready for that.  Besides, I haven't
seen the laboratory and I don't even know where it is located.  I don't
know what kind of salary he has in mind.  I don't know if would be able to
come back here on a regular basis.  If I would ever accept this job, I
would be in an environment where I don't know anybody.  Jeez... to much
uncertainties for the moment.

- Take your time to think things over Paul, said Justin.  Depending on
where you would be going, the possibility that I am not too far away
exists.  You know I am thinking about my life as well and for the moment I
don't know where I will be heading.  So, think it over.  It seems like a
hell of an opportunity.

When dad and Angus came back, Dad asked me to follow him into the cabin.

- Listen Paul, he said, Angus is a good man.  What you want to do is up to
you.  You know we love you and will support you in any decision you make.
Angus is genuine and honest.  So, from that point of view, you don't have
to be scared.  His job proposition is with the best intentions.  It will be
up to you to prove you are worth it.  I have sensed nothing negative at
all.  Maybe you would have to be closer to him and smell him.  If any of
the fragrances you perceive are bad, you'll know what to think.

- Ok Dad, I'll think it all over, but there are still some questions that
have not received an answer and I intend to ask them.

- That's my boy, dad said.

I asked the pertinent questions to Angus and, just as Dad had said, he
answered genuinely and without hesitation.  The salary was more than I had
ever dreamed of.  When I asked about the laboratory, he asked me for an
Internet connection and after introducing some codes and passwords, he
reached the security cameras of the laboratory so that I could have a
better idea of what it looked like.  It looked far more pleasant than what
most people think about such places: nothing like white neon lights and
cold stainless steel furniture.  He also showed me some pictures of the
building and what was surrounding it.  He also showed me the Website they
had with the pictures of the other creators and they were all nice-looking
guys.  When I asked about the work itself, Angus got really passionate
about it.  It was clear this was a lifetime job and almost an obsession.  I
could see sparkles in his eyes when talking about the work that was done in
the laboratory.

- You won't feel strange there Paul, as you already are surrounded by
flasks, microscope and hundreds of books.  We have a few flasks more, but
yours are more exclusive.  Your first job would be to get familiarized with
the flasks we have and then add your personal touch.  Each person in the
laboratory has his own range of flasks that nobody else touches, except if
it is in mutual agreement.  I want every person, and we are not that many
of them as you would be the fifth in the laboratory, to be able to add a
personal touch with his own fragrances.  We have our own way to detect
client's odor, and when a client is satisfied with the perfume we created
for them, that client is assigned to the person who created the perfume.
With each creation you have a total carte blanche.  We consider ourselves
as artists.

It all sounded really good and I had to admit that my first fears were
fading away.  The prospect of working with Angus was getting to me and I
even got excited.  When I saw the passion Angus was showing, I also started
to look at the person itself.  He was passionate, that was clear, but he
was also very confident, intelligent and clearly a businessman.  He
mentioned some figures and when I heard them my mouth dropped open and
stayed like that.  I could understand now how he could afford the salary he
was offering.

Next to the laboratory there was also a huge greenhouse where a lot of
exotic plants were grown.  Angus had been that impressed with my way of
extracting essences that he even asked me if I could teach the others how
to do it as he thought my system was more efficient than the one they were
using.

All in all, with all the information I received, I almost saw myself
working there.  I didn't give Angus a definite yes answer yet.  I wanted to
talk it over with Jonay, Justin and Dad once Angus was not there.  I
realized nevertheless that my decision was almost made.  We talked further
about more practical matters such as transportation, housing and so on.
Around eight o'clock we all had a nice dinner and after that Angus left to
go to his hotel.

- I am leaving tomorrow around noon, he said.  That means if you have more
questions or doubts, don't hesitate to call me.  When do you turn eighteen
Paul?

- In about two months time, I said.

- Well, you know.  If your answer is positive, you know that the day after
your birthday you can have a contract with all we discussed.  I would
really like it to welcome you aboard and I know you will be a very
successful asset in our little company.

After saying goodbye, Dad drove him to his hotel.  I supposed dad would
give Angus a sort of lecture about what I meant to him and that even if we
were thousands of miles away, he would keep an eye on me and my well being.

I thought the two months till my birthday would take endless time.  I was
wrong!  First I had conversations with all the members of the family.
First Abuelo and Abuela.  I wanted to know what they thought about the
whole situation and me being offered a job that would take me quite far
away.  They were very supportive about it all although I could see that
both had to fight really hard to contain their tears at the idea of me
going away.  The sisters had the expected reaction to the news...  very
happy at first till they heard I had to go away.  They both screamed and
shouted that their was no way they would let me go, that my place was with
them and that I cold not desert them and more of that kind of comments.
But at the end they hugged me and said I had to accept this opportunity, as
I would probably never receive a second one like that.

Dad and Jonay were very supportive.  Dad, the pragmatic one, had analyzed
the whole thing and thought it was my decision to make, but when I said I
had sent an e-mail to Angus to accept the proposition, he said I was right.
It was the perfect opportunity to see other parts of the world and face
real life.  He thought it was a unique chance for me to prove who I was and
what I could do, although he added I didn't have to prove anything to them.
They knew who I was.  Jonay, who had been away for his university degree,
just insisted that whatever happened, I was always welcome to come back.

Justin was the only one who didn't express his opinion.  He was struggling
with himself.  He didn't know what he would do: staying here or going back
to where he came form.  He agreed it was a unique chance for me, but
nothing else.

The day of my birthday we had the whole family coming up to the cabin.
Veronica and Teresa had brought a lot of decoration and it was undeniable
there was a party going on.  Dad and Abuela had been working in the kitchen
and the meal was absolutely fantastic.  Abuelo and Abuela gave me a brand
new mobile phone so they were sure we would keep in touch.  The sisters and
their husbands gave me a nice set of luggage for my forthcoming travel.
Justin gave me a watch that was stunningly beautiful.

Dad and Jonay had set up a bank account in my name and put some money in it
so I wouldn't have to worry about financial matters.  They thought it was
more important than any gift they could give me.  When I saw the amount on
the bank account, I was flabbergasted.

Blake's POV

It was time to take Paul to the airport.  Jonay and I had not shut an eye
the whole night.  We were happy for Paul and for that wonderful opportunity
Angus was giving him, but we would miss him ... a hell of a lot!  I knew
everything was going to be fine for Paul, but nonetheless!

We all hopped into the Range Rover.  The rest of the family would join us
at the airport.  It reminded me of the times I was driving Jonay to the
airport to go to university.  I knew I wouldn't need a lot before the tears
would appear.  Jonay was in the same state.  He held my hand all the way to
the airport.

We all tried hard to keep up a good face, but soon we lost the battle.  We
were all crying and holding on to each other when Paul passed the security
check and went to the boarding gate.  I had the strange feeling we wouldn't
see Paul in quite some time!

Once we were back at the cabin, Jonay grabbed me and we hugged like we had
never done before.  Jonay was sobbing and I followed soon.

- Our son has left the nest, Jonay said.

I had to agree with him.



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