Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2007 16:56:16 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ben's Fantasy, Ch 35

This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings,beliefs,
and in some cases, experience.  Come to think of it -- it might not be very
pure either! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men,
so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat.  If you are too young
or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind of story, shame
on you for reading it - - please stop here.  If not, - -

ENJOY!

 Cast of characters:

 Ben Hastings -- That's me!

 Bill "Bubba" Hastings -- My Dad

 Veronica Hastings -- My Mom.

 Reyna -- My Best Friend

 Ranj Kumar-- Another friend

 Jared -- A football whore.

 Rex Majors -- Ranj's roommate.

 Everett Majors - Rex's younger brother

 Mick and Mack Majors - The twins

 Kirby and Wyatt -- the youngest Majors

 Etienne Croissant -- Salesman

 Alan Randall -- Dad's friend

 Al Randall -- Alan's son.

 From Chapter 34:

 "So -- you boys are heading for the beach today, huh?"  Said Dad.

"Either that or we'll just lie around in bed all day!"  I said.  Both
of them laughed at that.

Al was in his swim suit already.  "Don't wake your mother up.  She also
didn't sleep well last night.  There's cold cereal if you are okay with
- "

"I love cold cereal!"  Said Al.  "I can't get away with it at home."

"Well anyway, I have to leave for work.  You boys behave yourselves.  No
grab-ass -- at least with each other!"

"Very funny, Dad!"

Dad walked out the front door, and Al followed me into my room.  He lay
back down on the bed and said, "When you're ready, let me know.  And he
closed his eyes.  It was sticking straight out under his shorts. Eyes
still closed, he pushed it down.  He opened up his eyes and caught me
looking.  "Don't take too long.  It's best to get there early."  He
said and put his hand down into his shorts and rubbed -- something -- in
there.

Chapter 35

I shucked off my sleep shorts and watching him closely, walked around the
bed and put them under my other pillow.  If he was peeking, I gave him a
show.  If he was peeking, there was no evidence of it

I walked to my dresser and opened the bottom drawer, bending over enough
to give him a good look -- if he were looking.  He was!

"Don't bother, Ben.  I'm not into that stuff."  I wasn't crushed,
but I was embarrassed.  I ignored it and picked out my longest pair of
surfer shorts.

On the way to the beach, I decided to ask him.  "Are we playing games
with each other or what?"

"Huh?"  He said, and then repeated, "HUH?"

"Well, you thought you caught me doing something, but - "

"Thought?"  He said.

Ignoring that I went on, " - - you lay on my bed and close your eyes,
then put your hand in your pants and play with yourself."

"What?  I wasn't playing with myself!  I was only - - rubbing it!  It
felt good!"

"Some would call that playing with yourself."

"Well, I didn't do it to -- to -- entertain you!  I do that all the
time -- with my buddies -- even with my girlfriends.  They never
complain!"

"I saw you and your dad scratching yourselves last night.  But this was
different.  You talked about Et flaunting himself.  I don't see the
difference."

Al turned almost purple.  I thought he was angry.  He's probably not
used to being challenged on anything he does.  But at the light before
getting on the freeway, he looked at me.

"Ben -- I -- this is humiliating and embarrassing.  It never occurred to
me that you might think I was -- what?  Coming on to you?  Teasing you?
What?  I dunno.  It's just what I do.  No, I wouldn't do it with all
the little boys there last night -- and when your mom could walk in any
moment."

The light changed and he started on to the freeway.  "But when I'm with
any of my friends -- it's no big -- I mean -- we all do it.  I'm sorry
if -- if -- you thought -- I mean -- I didn't mean anything by it --
really."

"Really?"  I marveled.  "You and your friends sit around and play with
yourselves together?"

"NO!  It's not like that!"

"From what I hear, it is for a lot of them."  I said.

"Huh?"

"A lot of guys like to jack off together."  I said.

"Not -- I mean -- well -- yeah, I even did that a couple times when I
was about 13 or 14.  A circle jerk was how -- how we found out -- about
other guys -- I guess.  But not since junior high.  Actually I kind of
don't hang out with anyone now -- but when the guys got together after a
game -- I was a tight end in high school - all the guys used to get
together and watch videos -- of our games and of other games -- to study
technique and strategy.  And even the coach did it with us.  It's like
we all just understood."

"Understood -- what?"  I asked.

"Um -- oh -- well -- I guess if a guy started to jack off -- I mean
really started hitting it -- it woulda been weird.  But we all sat around
-- rubbing ourselves.  It just feels good.  You sure can't do it when
you're with girls."

"You said you did do it when - "

"That's when I'm with only one girl.  But in a mixed group -- of
course you don't -- rub -- yourself all the time.  But -- whenever I can
-- I do -- it just feels good.  Sorry.  Maybe I need to be more careful
around you."

"If I did that - "

"If you did, I wouldn't even notice."

"But if I did it, I'd need to get off -- after a short time."

"Well not -- I mean -- well -- sometimes that happens.  You just deal
with it."

"Deal with it?"  I said.

"You know.  If you can't do anything, you just stop it and hope it goes
away.  But sometimes you have to -- go to the bathroom."

"And jack off?"  I said.

"Well -- yeah.  We all do it -- don't we?"

"I never knew it if -- I mean, I didn't think that all guys did that,
no."

Al pulled over and stopped -- which is illegal in California, unless
it's an emergency -- on the freeway.  "Ben, I've never -- um -- opened
up like this to anyone else.  The things that we did -- as a team --
there was just like -- this unmentioned agreement.  We never talked about
it.  Somehow, I feel like -- well maybe it's because our dad's are such
good friends -- but I fell like I can talk to you."

I have to admit -- that made me feel good.  And it really turned me on!
I was trying to think of something smart to say, but he saved me from
saying something -- probably stupid.  "But Ben, don't -- I mean -- I
don't want to hurt your feelings or anything -- but -- don't -- um --
think that I -- um -- like you in that way.  I don't!  I mean I DO like
you -- a lot!  But -- not that way."  He looked in his rear view
mirror.  "Shit!"

The Highway Patrolman walked up to my door (because it was away from the
traffic).  "Let me do the talking."  Said Al.  I rolled my window down.

"Good morning, sir."  The officer started.  "You boys are out early.
Is there a problem with your car?"

"I -- um -- can't get it to make the noise again."  Said Al, revving
his engine.

"Nice car for a teenager to be driving.  May I see your license?"   Al
handed him his license.  "What kind of sound was it making?"

"A loud clattering sound.  But it's not doing it now." Said Al,
ignoring the reference to a teen.

"Was there a truck around you when it did it?  Oh, I see you are not a
teen any more.  Sorry."

"I dunno.  We were deep in conversation."

"Maybe you should not get so deep when your driving, son.  It may have
been a semi using his engine for a brake.  They're not supposed to do it
here, but they do.  If everything's running fine, I suggest you get back
on the road.  And sir, please pay attention to the road, okay?"

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir."  Said Al, putting the car back in gear.  He
pulled out slowly, leaving the cop standing there.

As soon as we got on the road, Al grabbed his crotch and said, "Suck on
this, cock-sucker!"

"I hope you were talking to the cop!"  I joked.

"Well, now, as a matter of fact, I was, but - - we BOTH know you were
hoping I was talking to you!"  He laughed hard.

Why is it that the truth makes me angry?

I forced myself to cool down.  "Um -- you really wouldn't let that cop
suck your dick, would you?"

"Let him?  Heh!  No - not if he wanted to!  But I don't mind
fantasizing about making an ass-hole like that suck it!"  I rubbed my
crotch unconsciously.  "Gotcha kinda hot and bothered, huh, Ben?'  He
grinned.

I felt my cheeks heating up, but decided he was not gonna get the best of
me.  "So, it would be a kind of power trip -- if you were to let that
happen -- him sucking you?

"Okay, I think we've talked that one out - - enough!  All I meant was
-- well, I think you know what I meant."

"Okay, um -- when a girl sucks your dick -- would THAT be a power
trip?"

"Um -- er -- I never thought about it that way."

When it does happen - do you like her to swallow it?"

"Er - swallow my dick -- you mean deep throat me?"  He was now turning
red -- looking embarrassed.  That confused me.

"No, I mean when you cum -- do you like her to swallow your cum?"  I
pressed on.

"Oh!  That!  Um -- I -- um, I suppose that would be fine."  He sounded
like he was hedging.

"Has a girl ever given you a blow job?"  I said.

He looked shocked that I even asked, but said nothing.

"You haven't!"

"They're overrated anyway!"

"Okay, let me get this straight (if I'm allowed to use that term when
talking about blow jobs)."  He looked fearful at me this time.
"You've never been sucked off by a girl and yet you think they're
overrated.  That means you must have had a guy sucking you -- who didn't
know what he was doing!"  More silence.  "Am I right?"

"LOOK!  I have fucked so many girls that I KNOW someone sucking on it
can't be as good!"  His face was red again, from the neck up.
"Besides, how many girls have YOU fucked!??  Do YOU have anything to
compare with?"

"Actually I do."

"You've fucked girls?  How many?"  He sneered.

"I -- well -- I dated plenty girls, but -- there were maybe three -- in
high school -- that I -- um -- had sex with."  Now it was I who was
hedging.

"What?!  You have fucked 3 girls?"

Look.  I -- don't like to use that term.  To me it makes it seem dirty
and -- cheap.  Okay, I had -- viginal sex with them."

"And -- you actually got off?"

"What do you think?  I'm a teen guy with a dick.  When rubbed enough
they tend to -- get off!" By now I was almost laughing.  It was Al who
was uncomfortable -- not me.

"And how about guys?  How many of them have you fucked?

Now that took me back!  "I -- only one -- and it was my first time --
and it wasn't very good."

"What's it feel like to get fucked?  Oh never mind!  Can we just talk
about something else?  Aren't you getting sick of talking about girl sex
-- as much as I am about guy sex?"

I was glad to leave the subject behind.  We rode in silence for the next
15 minutes.  I decided that Al was not as bad as I thought.  For whatever
reason, he likes the image of a stud and womanizer, but it sounds like he
isn't either one -- at least as much as I thought.

Our day at Zuma was more than I imagined.  He didn't stop to talk to any
of the many people who recognized him.  I dunno if he was afraid that by
them meeting me, part of his cover might be blown or - - what.  But all
day, he was focused on teaching me how to surf.

I rode a lot of great waves all the way in.  I lost a lot of them too.
And -- I wiped out a few times.  The first couple were panicky moments,
but after that it wasn't really that bad.  The worst part was retrieving
the board if it got loose.  Mostly, I felt Al's esteem of me go way up,
as he beamed whenever I did well.  And my esteem of him came way up too.

On the way home we were both exhausted from surfing all day.  I was
feeling very hot from the sunburn.  And I knew my arms would be really
sore in the morning from all the paddling.  About half way of our hour
ride back to my house, he broke the silence.  I was almost asleep.

"Okay, this is what happened.  But you can't tell anyone!  Especially
not your dad."

"Huh?"  I said, pulling me out of my own stupor.

"I was molested -- by my uncle.  Uncle Tim is Dad's brother.  I never
liked him much.  But I didn't know why.  Then one day when I was
thinking about him, a memory came back.  When I was 3 years old, Uncle
Tim was about 40 -- I think.  He was fat and really not to nice to look
at -- ugly, you know?"

"Yeah."  I said, trying not to break his concentration.

"Ben, he was fucking scary.  And I guess Mom and Dad never thought he
would ever do anything.  He had a wife and family -- all of them
semi-retarded, I think.  It was when Mom went to the hospital with my
brother."

"You have a brother?"

"I would have -- if he lived.  She was only 4 months pregnant.  It was
the middle of the night.  Usually they would get someone else to watch
me, but he was the only one available.  Well, to make a long story short
-- sometime when he was there, I woke up and he was sucking my dick!"
Al had a sick look on his face.

"Ben, even at 3 years old, I knew this was wrong!  I can remember
looking at his pock marked face, and feel his scratchy beard on my
stomach.  I never told my mom or my dad that he had scratched my little
dick with his broken teeth.  And I can also remember his icky, disgusting
breath."

My mouth was hanging open in awe by this time.  I had guessed -- or
wondered if there were something that hurt him, and now -- now I knew.
"Ben, please don't ever tell -- anyone."

"Who would I tell?"

"Well, especially your dad.  I just don't want to discuss this with my
dad -- ever.  Shortly after he did that to me -- he and my dad had a big
fight and that's when we moved here from back east.  I've never seen
him since.  I sometimes wonder -- feel sorry for his kids and stuff --
but I don't want to ever see him again."

I was close to tears, but I held back -- for Al's sake.  "Um -- wanna
stop for a beer?" He asked.

"I don't like beer."  I said.

"That's probably for the best.  I really need one after that.  Sorry to
make you listen to all that!  Obviously it -- affected you -- I'm
sorry.  We can stop at the liquor store and I think I saw a park near
your house -- right?"

"Yeah,"  I said,  "and -- it's okay, really.  Thanks for trusting
me."

"In some ways we hardly know each other, Ben, but in others, it seems
like we've known each other all our lives.  Do you want some wine or
something?"

"I'll take a soda -- if it's okay.  A Sprite would be great."

"Thanks.  I don't really want to drink alone."

I waited in the car.  He came out with a 12 pack of both Sprite and
Millers.  Then he drove to the park.  Al put down six beers almost
without stopping.  Well, in a half hour anyway.  "Sorry, Ben.  I don't
get drunk!  But -- I'm quite drunk at the moment!  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Maybe you'd better drive us to your house."

I was surprised how evenly he walked to the car.  You'd not know he was
drunk.  I drove home.  "You drive like a little old lady!"  he scolded
me.  "Your first chance to drive a Testa (BURP!) rosa and you drive like
a little old lady.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"  Then he let a loud fart and
laughed some more.  "Listen, don't tell your parents I'm drunk!  But
-- I think I better stay at your house tonight!"  he said and he fell on
my shoulder , his hand hitting my leg close to my jewels -- for support.

He stayed with his head on my shoulder, his face next to my own.
"You're quite a good looking guy.  No wonder the girls follow you with
their eyes.  No wonder the guys like you!"  HAHAHAHAHAHA!

"What girls - "

"When I went -- oops!  HaHAHAHA!  When You went into the bathroom, five
girls came up and asked who you were -- one asked where I was hiding
you.  One asked if you were my boyfriend! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

"Um -- I don't think we can hide the fact that you're drunk from my
parents."

"Listen to me very carefully, Ben."  He said, suddenly sounding
completely sober.  "I will tell your parents I've had a beer and don't
want to drive home.  Okay, Buddy?"

"Oke-kay -- Buddy."

"I can tell we're gonna be great friends, Benny boy!  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

I pulled his car into the driveway.  Dad met us before we got in to the
house, his face sober.  "Hello boys.  Glad you're here.  Did you both
turn off your phones?  Call your dad, Al."

"Wush wrong?"  He said.  "Is my mom okay?"

"Yes.  So is your dad.  Just call him."

We had turned off our phones before we went surfing and forgotten to turn
them on again.  As I thought about this, I decided I'm gonna leave it
off more often

"What?!!?"  Said Al, too loudly.  "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"  Then
he stopped laughing.  "What?  "No, I'm not drunk -- well, Yeah I am,
Dad -- and guess why?  It's because of your cock-sucking brother!"

I looked at dad and he told me -- Al's uncle died in an auto accident.
"I'm not too sure why he is reacting like this!"  Dad said.

"I promised I wouldn't tell, Dad, but he has reason."

"Oh.  Okay."

"Dad!"  Al said, "I don't -- what?  Okay!"  He handed the phone to
my dad.  Dad listened for awhile and then said "Okay, bye Alan."

"Are you two hungry?  You don't seem drunk, Ben."

"I'm not -- we needed a designated driver."

"Your son is the besh friend a guy could ever want!"  Said Al.

"I'm glad you think so, Alan.  Did you boys have a good time today?"

"Oh, yesh sir!"  Said Al.  "I can act not drunk if you want -- but you
already know so -- who gives a fuck!"  hahahahah!"

"I don't care what you act like, except please don't use that kind of
language here."

"Sorry sir."  And he straightened up and walked into the house.

"Hello Al!"  My mom said.  "How are you?"

"I'm just fine!  My cock -- oops!  My Uncle has died.  I'm just fine!
He was a -- well, I never liked him!"  He weaved to the loveseat and
fell into it.

"I think it'd be best to get some food into him and get him to bed,
Ronnie."  Said my dad.  "How many -- I mean what did he have to drink,
Ben?"

"Six Millers."

"But -- why?  He didn't learn about his uncle until after you got
here."

"I dunno, Dad.  He started to talk about his uncle before he had any
beers in him."

"What did he say?"

"That's what I can't tell you -- he asked me not to.  But -- trust me
-- he didn't like his uncle -- and for good reason."

"So -- it's almost as if -- maybe he had a premonition -- or something
that made him start thinking about his uncle?  No, Ben I don't need you
to tell me anything.  It's just strange that he would start telling you
something about his uncle just before -- or after -- he dies.  I mean
what are the chances of that?"

We thought that Al was passed out on the love seat, but he piped in,
""He was a cock-sucking ass hole.  Tell him, Ben!  Tell him that hardly
a day goes by that I am not reminded of him!  Tell your dad what he did
to me?"

"Al,"  I walked over and knelt on the floor next to him.  "Al," I
whispered, "you made me promise NOT to tell my dad."

"Thash because I din't know he was already dead.  Just tell him -- I
need him to know.  I need someone -- some one older -- to understand."

I explained about Al's uncle, how he was not too stable and how when he
was left with Al -- once -- he molested him sexually."

Dad now went to Al and knelt next to him.  "Al, are you going to tell
your dad about this?"  Al looked at Dad blankly.  "what exactly did he
do -- to -- you?"

Al sat up and as soberly as if he had not touched a drop, he said, "He
sucked my dick -- when I was only 3 years old!"

"How old was he?"

"I dunno -- 40 maybe?"

He told dad the rest of the story about his premature brother dying and
all.  Dad sat next to him and put his arm around his shoulders.  I
expected, after all he said about his uncle -- and Al  being straight and
all -- that he would recoil from another man touching him at this time.
But instead, he started to cry -- but only started, then caught himself.
He turned and buried his face in Dad's neck, and seemingly held on to
him for dear life.

"Alan, this is Bill.  Were you coming here -- tonight?"

"Do you think I should?  I know that Al never liked my brother, but I
never knew why -- though -- I never liked him much either."

"I think he'll be fine, Alan.  He'll sleep it off tonight and then
maybe Ben can drive him home in the morning."

"Thanks, Bill.  And tell Ben thanks too -- okay?"

"Alan says hi and -- thanks, Ben."

"Thanks -- for what?"

"I guess for -- just being there with Al -- when he needed someone."

We ate some dinner that mom fixed and then we went to bed.  I didn't
worry much about getting too close to him after last night.

As soon as we got to bed, and the door was closed, he said to me, "Okay,
I mean -- yeah.  Um -- thanks, Ben.  You're a stud!"  He moved his
naked body over and hugged me -- then immediately fell asleep holding me.

I extricated myself from him and rolled him away and then I fell
immediately asleep.  It was a long, long day!

When I awoke, Al was lying on his back with his hands under his head.
Thankfully for me, he was hidden under the covers -- without as much as a
rise in them.  He saw me looking.  "I've already been to the
bathroom."  He said smiling.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fucked!"

"I didn't touch you!"  I said in mock horrer.

"Ben, my head feels like someone hit me with a 12 pound sledge hammer!"

"How much do you remember -- from last night?"

"Why!!??"  He said.  "What did we do?"  I got a concerned look.
"Ben!  I'm joking!  I remember everything!"

"You sure got a sense of humor -- for a guy who got hit by a sledge
hammer!"

"Oh?"

"Well, yeah.  Usually when someone is -- um -- hurting, he's not much
fun to be around."

"Oh.  Yeah.  It just never occurred to me to be cranky just because I
have a little pain.  Think how much I'd miss out on if I'd sat around
with my head in my hands every time I had a little pain.  Do you know how
many times I've gotten knocked around and bruised playing football and
rugby?  To say nothing about surfing!"

"Okay, tell me what you remember about -- last night."

"Ben!  Read my lips -- I remember everything.  I remember getting drunk
-- not my style, but I just felt like it -- after our talk yesterday.  I
remember getting close to you -- while you were driving my car.  And I am
sorry about that, `cuz I remember your worried expression.  I didn't
touch anything -- er -- important, did I?"

"No."

"Good.  I remember calling my dad.  I remember laughing too loud -- even
when he told me about my uncle -- that ass hole!"

"So you remember that.  Good."

"Ben, I wasn't THAT drunk!  I also remember telling you that you are my
best friend."  I gave him a worried look.  "It's okay.  You don't
have to tell me anything.  I also know how pathetic that is.  I mean -- I
hardly know you, right?  He paused long enough for me to digest that.
"And Ben, I meant it.  I've never opened up to anyone like that
before.  I also remember you humping me last night in your sleep."

"Oh!"  I said, embarrassed.  "Well, then we're even -- even though I
don't remember that!  You were all over me last week!"

"OHO!  Touché!"  He laughed, then held his head and said, "OHH!
Don't make me laugh!  I was kidding, you weren't humping me.  But
that's part of what I like about you.  You wouldn't take advantage of a
situation -- like I probably would!"

"Well - - not knowingly."

"See?"  He said.  "If I ever catch you humping me, I'll know it was
not knowingly.   And if I don't know it either, I'll just wonder why I
have a sore ass!"

I laughed at that one, and he said, "Don't make me laugh, sucker!"

"Don't call me sucker!"  I said.

When I said that, he broke out in a grin and just held his head and
rocked back and forth, both in pain and in mirth.

"So where's your girly boyfriend?  Doesn't he usually call before
now?"

"Who -- Etienne?"

"Who else?"

"He's not my boyfriend.  He's my -- well -- sort of my boss -- but not
really."

"Have you sold any cars yourself?"

"No."

"How much does he give you?"

"Too much, considering what I do."

"Maybe he just wants in your pants.  Or has he already been there?"

"You're sure nosy -- for a macho man!"

"Ben, I don't trust him.  I don't like that way he acts around your
little brother, and truthfully, I don't like how he acts toward you when
I'm around.  How much do you need that job?"

"I -- don't -- need it, really.  I mean the money's nice, but I just
am not sure it's what I want in the long run.  I'm no salesman and --
I'm not sure -- I dunno - "

"Who else do you have -- I mean -- that you can -- um -- have fun
with?"

"Fun?"  I repeated.  "I guess I'm about like you.  There's only
you."

"I'm not talking about that kind of fun!"

"Huh?  OHHhhhhh ~ haha!  Well, really -- only Everett."

"OOOo!  That's not good."  He said quickly.

"It's not as if he's my real brother."

"Still not good -- too young!"

"Sigh.  I know."

"Ben, of course he idolizes you.  But you -- um -- deserve to have
someone who is more -- your -- um -- equal."

"Yah know, I get that too, Al, but -- what about you?"

"Okay, I deserved that.  I know!  But believe me, when I find someone
that isn't a bimbo -- I won't treat her like one.  Ben, do you know
what it's like to not really have any friends, and only a bunch of
fucking bitches who are interested in nothing but my father's money?
Okay, don't give me that `poor little rich boy' look!  I can read you
like a book!"  He sounded angry when he said that.  I didn't say a
word.

"Aww Ben, I'm sorry.  That's exactly why I like you so much.  You
don't mind letting me know I'm being a dickhead.  I can't buy you.
I'm not used to that, but - - I'm getting used to it.  I LIKE knowing
where I stand!"

"Yeah -- me too," was all I could say.  I felt lame.

"It's kinda cool."  He said, almost to himself, with a slight smile.

"What?"  I said.

"Heh.," he chuckled,  "it's kinda cool that the guy I think of as my
best friend -- (no matter how sad that is!) -- is gay!"

"What's sad?"  I asked.

"I'm sorry -- are you having trouble following my conversation?  I
don't like having to spell it out -- it's embarrassing!  It's fucking
sad that a guy who is 23 years old -- doesn't have any friends.  I mean
until you."

Gosh but I wanted to hug him!  Instead, I said, shrugging, "I don't
have any friends.  I used to be close with a neighbor girl -- but not any
more.  But I don't think it's all that unusual.  I just never thought
of it as sad."

Knock-knock!

Come in."  I said.  Dad poked his head in.

"I heard you boys talking in here.  It's pretty early, but since
you're awake, do you want to eat with me?"

I looked at Al, and he nodded.  "Sure Dad!     Thanks."

"It's just cereal, toast and eggs."  Dad added, smiling
apologetically.

"That's my second favorite breakfast!"  Said Al.

My cell phone was buzzing.  I of course knew who it was this early.  I
pushed talk and before I could say anything, "Hey!  You up?"

"I'm just about to sit down to breakfast.  Why?"

"I just wanted to tell you, our first appointment cancelled.  He left a
message on my phone late last night.  He must have called when we were
swimming."

"We?"

"Yeah.  After going to Huntington Beach yesterday Ev and I came over
here and got the salt off ourselves in the pool.  I guess I forgot to
turn my phone back on before we went to bed."

"Went to bed?  Did Everett stay there last night?"

"Yeah.  We went to dinner on the way home from the beach, and when it
was time to bring him home, we were both exhausted from a very full day
in the water.  So we came back here and first jumped in the pool, then
hit the hot tub.  That sealed the deal.  Ev called and told your parents
he was gonna sleep over."

"Oh!"  I said. I looked at Dad, and he confirmed what Etienne had said
with a nod.  "Did Wyatt and Kirby sleep okay?"  I asked.

"Oh yeah.  They're big boys now."  Said Dad.

"So -- I'll bring Ev home in time to pick you up and we can go to our
appointment."

"Um -- YOUR appointment."  I said, walking back to my bedroom.

"Aren't you going?  You can go back to bed for a couple hours.  I know
how you like your beauty sleep.  And I must say ^Å whatever works!  And
-- it definitely seems to be working!"

I lowered my voice, but not the intensity.  "You're crazy!  But -- you
have to bring Everett home anyway, so I'll decide by the time you get
here."

"Are you upset that Ev stayed here last night -- or something?"

"Etienne -- you're too -- um -- is he listening?"

"Naw, he's in the shower."

"You mean without you?!"  I said sarcastically.  "Etienne, you're way
too old for him.  He's not even 18 yet!"

"Look, I don't know what you think we did last night."

"What DID you do?"

"Nothing he hasn't done before."

"You fucked him!  Please bring him home now."

"Don't get excited.  We used proper protection!"

"It's not about that, Etienne!  Look!  Okay, just bring him home before
it's time for your appointment, and I'll go with you -- if you want."

"Actually, I don't want to have an argument before going to an
appointment."

"I little late for that."  I said, again letting my emotions get the
better of me.  "We need to talk."

"I'll be there in two hours -- correction: We'll be there.  And don't
worry about Ev.   He's a big boy.  Bye!"

When I came back into the kitchen, Al was half done with his breakfast.
"Sorry to start without you, but I thought I should leave soon.  I
don't want to be here when they get here."

I was taken back by that comment -- especially with Dad right there.  Dad
said, "I agree, Ben.  We can talk a bit after Al goes."

Al finished his last bite of egg when Dad said that.  "Well, hate to eat
and run, but -- you know."

I didn't know, but I walked him out to his car -- which by the way, dad
had made him park in the garage.  Thanks for a great day yesterday, Al!
I really loved - - it."

"I'll call you soon.  I should be thanking you!  I can't remember
feeling so free -- I mean -- I dunno -- like I could just be myself."

"Great!  See you -- whenever!"

"Seems like you and Al have finally hit it off!"  Said Dad as I came in
the door.  Mom was up and sitting at the table.  "But it seems like we
have other things to talk about?"

"Dad -- yeah!  Maybe both of you, but -- I think you'd be the one to
talk to him."

"To whom -- about what?"  Mom queried.

"To Ev -- about Etienne.  And Dad, I can't say much -- because of --
well -- at least a perceived conflict of interest."

"You like both of them, don't you?"  Said Dad -- but not accusingly.

"It's not about that, Dad."

"You like both of them, don't you?"  Dad repeated.

"I did -- yes.  But not any more.  I care deeply about Ev.  He's my
brother."

"Only your brother?"

"Dad, we don't have much time before they're here.  Everett is more --
um -- experienced than I am -- because his dad made him that way.  He --
um -- Mom?  Do you mind if we talk in private?"  I asked.

"Lets go into the living room.  I'll fill your mother in later."  Said
Dad."  I finished my last bite and we went to the living room.

"Dad, I've noticed -- well you probably already knew it -- Everett is
quite immature -- except in sexual things.  Because of his dad, he's way
too -- um -- experienced -- for an 18 year old -- or at least maybe for
someone as immature otherwise."

"Yes.  We have to be careful how we approach him."  Said Dad.  "How
did you come to that conclusion?"

"Dad, that's them pulling up now.  I can't talk to him, because he
probably thinks I'm -- um -- doing it selfishly.  You may be able to
talk to him.  He loves you -- I know it!  And even though he's almost
18, I hope he'll listen to you."

"Hi!"  Said Everett coming in the front door.  "Et said if your ready
to come out to the car."  I gotta go pee!"  and he almost ran from the
room.

"Do you think I should talk to Etienne?"

"How do you feel about -- him?"  Asked Dad.

"I used to think I liked him.  I was hoping it was maybe even more than
that.  Dad -- he's been fucking Everett!  Sorry, but that's what it
is.  No, I don't like him much any more."

"Do you think it'll do any good to talk to Etienne?"

"Yes.  He's a wimp, Dad.  And he doesn't really care that much about
Ev.  How could he?  Ev's just exciting to him -- of course -- as he was
-- erm -- to me!  But the difference is -- I DO love Ev!"

"I think you're right.  Go with him today and as long as you feel you
need to.  YOU, my son, are NOT immature."  Dad hugged me and kissed me
on the cheek.  "Ben -- that feels strange, but I saw Alan do it to Al.
And then you kissed me.  I like it!"

"I'll be right back!  I ran out the door and to Etienne's car.

"Um -- you're not dressed."

"We have plenty of time."  I hedged.  "Wanna come in?"

"That's okay.  I'll wait out here."  I think he may be afraid to face
my dad -- or maybe be with both Ev and me at the same time -- or both!

"I'll be right out!"  I said and ran to get dressed.  When I passed
the kitchen, dad's back was to me, but he was already talking to
Everett.  Ev's eyes were round as two pie tins.

As soon as I was in Etienne's car, I laid it out for him.  "Et, Dad is
already talking to Everett.  You're not to see him again."

"Heh.  Ev's a man now.  He's 18, and that's legal in California --
right?"  He scoffed.

"No, he's not.  And he won't be until the end of August.  So legally
you -- a 30 year old -- have been fucking with a 17 year old!"  I
didn't have to explain the threat behind my words.

"So -- I guess it's just you and me then!"  Said Et.  "I was hoping
for a threesome."  He wasn't as wimpy as I thought!

"So you ARE more experienced than you told me!"  I accused.

"Nope.  You would've been my first.  Well, what can I say -- Ev was a
distant second.  I still would like to feel you both in bed."

"STOP, Et!  Look, I have 6 appointments in the next six weeks.  I'll
take care of them and then you will need to find another -- someone else
-- to help you with your referrals."

"But - "

"No, that's all there is to it."  I said with finality.  "I am going
to school in the fall -- maybe University of California.  I don't feel
good selling these cars that are worth enough to feed most any five
families in the world for the rest of their lives.  I had already made
that decision.  You'll still get your full commission that we agreed
upon from my sales -- if I get any.  I'm sorry if I spoiled your day,
but I can't do this any more."

"Do you want me to take you home?"  He said.

"That's your decision, Et."

"Good.  Then I want you to go with me today.  I have two appointments
and without you, I'll be a mess after the bomb you just dropped on me.
Together I think we make a good -- well, there's a certain chemistry
that I believe is picked up by the clients."  He paused.  I didn't
respond so he continued.

"Ben, I don't want to part on bad terms.  It's obvious to me now that
you and I aren't made for each other -- as I hoped.  But we can at least
part as friends."

I didn't say anything for about two minutes -- a very L-O-N-G two
minutes.  "Et -- okay.  Now you're sounding more -- um -- I mean -- I
guess reasonable.  Anyway -- yeah, I'd rather part as friends."

He grinned at me and his dark shadow of a beard, plus his mellow eyes
melted me.  I looked away.  "I forgot my brochures.  It's not far out
of the way -- so I'll just stop a moment at my place -- to retrieve
them.

He pulled into a parking stall and got out.  Then he got back in and
sniffed the air.  He closed his door and came to my side.  He opened my
door and leaning down to my pits, he said, "You stink!  Come in and see
if some of my deodorant can kill it."

His place was all dark -- as usual.  He opened the door and I preceded
him into the apartment.  He left the door open.  "You know where I keep
my stuff in the bathroom.  I'll just grab my briefcase from the
bedroom."

I went to the bathroom.  I smelled my pits.  Ew!  I DO stink!  I found
his underarm deodorant.  Then I spied his CK1.  I sprayed it lightly in
front of me and walked through it.

When I came out of the bathroom, he was coming out of his bedroom.
"Omigod!  You smell delicious!"  he said.  He grabbed me and kissed me
-- as he's done numerous times before.  I resisted exactly 2 seconds,
then kissed him back passionately.

"You definitely know how to kiss!"  I said.  He kissed me again and
unzipped my fly and let my pants drop.  I let him.  He dropped to his
knees and pushed down my underwear, and took my quickly filling meat in
his mouth.  I let him.  He bobbed furiously and quickly brought me to the
edge, then stopped.  I felt a huge glob of cum ooze out.  He caught it on
his middle finger and ate it, and looked up at me, eyes filled with
tears.

"I realize this is no more than a goodbye."  He said then he brought me
to a fast finish, swallowing every drop, so as not to spoil my clothes.
When he was finished, he remained kneeling on the floor, hugging my butt,
my dick softening in his mouth.  He sucked for another moment or two,
then picked up my briefs and pants, refastening them as they were.

"Thanks for that, Ben.  I love -- um -- I'll always -- like you a
lot!"  and he held the front door for me.

We were completely silent as we rode to the first appointment.  So - - I
had time to think.  I didn't WANT to think.  But I did.  I thought about
where I might be in ten years -- when I am Etienne's age.  Will I still
be looking for someone when I am 30?  Rationally, I am not even 21 yet,
so should I even be even worried about a lifetime partner.  But -- I want
what I want!  And -- I want it now!

We closed two of the three appointments we had, selling a whopping
$152,000 worth of luxury steel on wheels.  I promised to show up at the
appointments I had made -- which stretched out over the summer.  I also
told Etienne I'd go with him on the next two days.  I don't really want
to, but it works for a summer job, doesn't it?  I mean, who LIKES their
summer job?  (Well, maybe some life guards!)

And it of course gives me plenty of time for playing -- if I can just
find someone to play with.

Am I devastated?  No!

Am I disappointed?  Of course!

Okay, I know I am going to come off as a slut, but the truth is, I agreed
to go with Etienne tomorrow and Friday knowing that he will probably try
to seduce me.  Will I let that occur?  I decided I will.  I won't do
anything that we have not done before.  I want to save the heavy stuff
for -- that special someone.  Or at least "A" special someone!  I
thought that might be Et.  But it isn't - - is it?

"Dude!"  Came Al's voice as soon as I called him back.  He tried to
call me when we were in one of our appointments.  When we got out of it,
I decided that I'd wait Et dropped me off.  I almost wish I didn't.  Al
asked me to go back to Huntington tomorrow.

"OH!  Dang!  No, I have to work tomorrow and Friday -- both.  Don't you
ever work?"

"I suppose I should.  But every day when I get up, the beach seems so
much more interesting than looking for a job!  Haha!  How about
Saturday?  Huh?  Wait a minute."  He said and I heard his dad tell him
to invite me to dinner Saturday night.    Then the phone went silent --
he pressed mute, I guess.  When he came back, he said, "Is your dad
there?"

"No.  They're gone somewhere.  I dunno where."  I said.

Everett said, "Mom and Dad went out for dinner for their anniversary."

"Shit!"  I said.

"What?"  Said Ev in one ear and Al in the other.

"I should have remembered!  I know their anniversary is June 27th!"

"Well, anyway, my dad wanted to invite over your whole family for a
barbecue Saturday."

"Oh!  I'll have Dad call when they get home."

"No need.  Dad's talking to him on his cell phone right now.  Hold on -
" Again the sound went dead.  "Um -- call your dad, Ben.  Then call me
back."

"Uh -- okay."  I worried what he might know that my dad had told his
dad.  I punched in Dad's number.

"Hi Son.  I didn't want to assume anything.  Alan has asked our family
-- all of us -- for a barbecue Saturday.  Ask the boys, will you?"

"You guys want to go to Alan's for a barbecue on Saturday?"  I said.
Everett said yes, immediately.  Both twins intoned, "Who's that?"
Kirby and Wyatt just stared at me.

"He's Dad's friend who has been coming to watch the football games
with us.  It's Al's dad."  Said Everett.

"What's there to do?"  Said Mack.

"I don't wanna go somewhere boring!"  Said Mick.

"They'll all go."  I said, both Ev and I glaring at the twins.  They
both shrugged -- like only 15 year old boys can, and then went back into
their mutual shell, whispering nose to nose.  They were quite annoying
sometimes -- but in a cute sort of way.  I was never like that!  (Was I?)

After the next two days with Etienne, and after closing 4 more deals, I
really didn't think I needed any more for the summer.  But I promised.
And -- if by some chance I am still without a boyfriend when I do them --
I may ask Et to go to them with me.  Not that I couldn't handle them
alone now.

But that would give me another chance to handle Etienne -- maybe --
unless HE finds someone.  See what a slut I've become?  No, I don't
really believe that.  I'm saving myself -- at least part of myself --
for the right guy!  But I don't see any reason not to have fun -- with a
guy who knows where I'm coming from.

"Dear Steve T."  I started my letter to the online advice fag,  "I am
almost 21 and am wondering what you think about playing with different
guys -- not going all the way -- but just sex play -- as long as they
know it's not serious.  I would like a committed relationship someday,
but I don't want to put myself into cold storage while I wait for him to
appear.

Also, is 21 too young for a forever relationship?

Signed, Yours Truly"

My finger quivered over the send key.  Almost of its own volition, the
finger tapped the key, and my letter was sent into the universe!  I
wanted to get it back, but it was gone.  I never received an answer to my
question.  At least not from the advice fag.  But my answer came in the
form of -- what else -- a dream.

"Dear Truly,  You obviously don't want to hear the real answer to your
question, because you already know it!"

Notes:  Any comments are always welcome.  They don't influence the story
- - much - - but they influence ME plenty -- and -- I like to know what
you're thinking.  Send comments to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com.
Thanks and Love, Steve