Date: Wed, 1 Apr 2009 14:54:34 -0500
From: Cameron Maxx <cameron.maxx@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Josh 10 (REVISED)

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INTRODUCTION

Hello, all. Can you believe it's already March 31st? I can't. I was talking
to my mom the other day and mentioned how fast this year was going by; she
said that just meant I was getting old. Fuck! That's not what I wanted to
hear. But, to be fair, as much as I love her, she's not always right on
target when it comes to the maternal instincts. What are you going to do?

This chapter is a little shorter than many of the previous ones, but I
wanted to go ahead and get it posted. Originally, I had intended to include
Abbey's and Cadee's visit in this one, but have decided to postpone it
until chapter 11.

Thanks as always to you all for the many kind words, well wishes, and
general feedback.

-Cameron




CHAPTER 10


My eyes opened and soft, Saturday morning California sun was beginning to
stream onto the bed through the windows set high in the wall. For a moment,
I was surprised and a little confused to find a warm, naked, quietly
breathing Josh cuddled against me with my arm draped over him, holding his
back to my chest. Then the memory of last night crashed over me like a wave
and I felt my head spin.

"Jesus Christ," I whispered thinking about what had occurred.

Something very real had happened last night; something that could not be
put back or ignored or denied. Whatever happened next would be forever
changed by our actions last night. What was once left unspoken, what was
once untested, had now been said and acted upon. There was no going
back. But as my very hard dick, aroused now by much more than the normal
morning wood, slid snuggly between the globes of his marvelous ass, I knew
that going back was the last thing on my mind.

I laid there awhile as the sunlight got brighter, content to hold him and
feel his smooth skin against me until finally I sensed his breathing change
and he stretched, pushing himself against me and yawning.

"Good morning," I said, kissing his hair.

"Morning," he said, sounding groggy and still more asleep than awake. I
waited a moment or two, feeling no need to rush. I very much liked the
feeling of him waking while I held him. "So..." he said.

"So?" I answered.

"Last night?"

"Yeah, last night."

I waited to hear what he'd say next. "Wow," was his quiet reply. I
chuckled. "Wow," he said again.

"I can't say I disagree with you," I confessed.

"That was pretty good."

"I could think of worse ways to spend a night, that's for sure," I said.

"Did you think it was good?" he asked.

"I think it was pretty good."

"Based on what I feel poking me in the butt right now, I'd say you're still
thinking it's pretty good."

I laughed. "Don't flatter yourself, buddy. I just have to piss."

He laughed, too. "Well, why don't you go take care of that then come back
in here and we'll talk about some stuff?"

I was immediately suspicious. "You never want to talk about stuff."

"I know," he said. "But you do. And I know after what happened last night
your brain is working overtime and if we don't talk about it now you might
just give yourself a stroke. So, I just need to man up and answer your
questions."

Of course, he was right. My mind had been spinning out question after
question since I first realized the full impact of all that had happened
the night before. I figured I'd better take him up on his offer or I might
not get another chance. "Okay, that sounds like a plan," I agreed and
rolled away from him before planting my feet on the floor and standing
beside the bed.

As I was walking away, my still hard dick leading the way, I heard, "That's
a nice boner there old man."

I neither replied nor looked back, but made sure he got a good look at my
extended left arm and the middle finger raised as I flicked him off over my
shoulder. He started laughing as I went around the corner and into the
bathroom. It took a couple of minutes standing in front of the toilet,
thinking about anything I could other than Josh and what we had done the
night before, to get my dick to finally soften enough for a stream to begin
to flow as I relieved my bladder. After that, I decided a good morning
brush was in order and grabbed the toothpaste. When I finished up, I headed
back into the bedroom. He lay there, still on his side, facing me. His hair
was messy and ruffled, a few pieces having fallen onto his cheek and
brow. His smooth, honey golden chest and flat tummy flowed down towards his
thin waist and soft penis that now lay nestled in its sparse pubic
bush. One leg lay on top of the other, crossed at the ankles. As I had been
before from time to time I was taken by just how beautiful he was. Seeing
him there, in my bed, it was as though I'd caught a light sneeze, a
lightweight lightning seed, which buzzed and hummed of mystery and endless
possibility. He made me almost physically ache, such a perfect combination
of innocence and sexuality, both the sacred and profane, wound together in
flawless balance. I willed myself not to stare, not to gawk, and kept
walking. I sat down on the bed next to him.

He blinked a couple of times, looking up at me and asked, "Well?"

I thought for a moment before starting, "First and foremost, I want to tell
you again how very sorry I am for what I said last night and for grabbing
you the way I did. You are the last person in the world I'd ever want to
hurt and to think that I caused you even a moment of pain, be it physical
or emotional, just kills me."

He reached out, cupping the palm of his hand to my face. "Alex, I know
that. I know that better than I know anything else in my life. So, please
let it go."

I nodded then continued, "I know the whole gay, straight, bi thing really
annoys you. After I saw you with your friends last night, and met all of
them, I am understanding more and more where you're coming from and how
things have changed since I was your age. But, please understand, I'm an
old man when it comes to this stuff and you need to be patient with me." He
smiled and nodded. "So please, tell me a little bit about your history. Who
have you dated? Who or what attracts you? Just help me fill in a few
blanks, okay?"

"Okay," he took a deep breath and paused a moment then, "I've known that
you were gay since the first day I met you. And, I'd known what that meant,
at least in some basic sense of the word, for a long time before I met
you. My mom was very open with both Cadee and me about all of that
stuff. The first couple of years that you were around, when I was like 11
or 12, I just had this feeling when I thought about you or when you were
hanging out with me. I don't think it was anything sexual then, not in any
way that I could define, at least. I just knew that I always wanted you to
notice me, to pay attention to me. I didn't want to share you with Cadee or
even with my mom. Looking back on it now, I can tell you that basically I
always wanted to me the most important person in the room to you. And, when
I began to realize that I was that person, I got a deep sense of, I don't
know, satisfaction I guess. Now, I know there was the beginning of
something sexual in all of that, but I didn't know it then. When I was 13
and puberty was happening and I begin to, you know, jack off and stuff
sometimes I'd be thinking about a girl or looking at a picture or something
and then, right before I came, you'd be there in my mind. You'd be touching
me or holding me or, you know..."

I was genuinely shocked to hear him make that admission. "Jesus, Josh." My
voice was hushed.

He laughed and I noticed his cheeks were a little red. "I know, it's
embarrassing but you're the one who wants to know."

He had a point there; I couldn't deny it. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Please go
on."

"So, when I got to high school and was playing sports or whatever, girls
started liking me, and I guess, I just liked them back because that's what
I was supposed to do. I had like seven or eight girlfriends in high school
and had sex with them all. And it was good, I mean I enjoyed it and was
attracted to them and didn't think much of it. But, when I was alone
... when I was doing it alone, I never thought of them, it was always
you. And the more I jerked off and figured out what I liked, the more my
fantasies about you evolved and, uhh - this is so embarrassing - they
became more explicit."

I thought for a second. "What about other guys during that time? Did you
find them attractive or ever mess around with them?"

"Yeah, for sure," he answered without hesitating. "There were guys that I
thought were really hot. Some were in high school, but a lot of them were
older guys, either teachers or friends of my mom. Now, in retrospect, I can
tell you that most of them reminded me of you in some way, which was
probably the root of the attraction."

"And did you ever act on it?"

"Only a couple of times in high school. It was my senior year and it was
with my friend Andrew. He was gay and was out. We messed around a few
times. Mostly he would go down on me, once I sucked him off and once I, you
know..."

"Fucked him?" I finished for him.

"Yeah, that."

"And did you enjoy it?"

"Of course. I mean, sex is sex right? And he was pretty cute. I was
attracted to him, physically, but there just wasn't a whole lot beyond
that. We didn't have much in common and were never more than casual friends
at best." I nodded. "Then, the last two years that I've been in college in
Austin, that is when I really came into my own I think about what I enjoyed
sexually and what I wanted in a partner. For most of my freshman year I
dated this girl named Leah and she was great. Hot, funny, smart - I think
you'd like her a lot actually. But, after about nine months I think we both
just started feeling like even though we loved each other, we weren't
really not IN love. It was more like we were just good friends. So, we kind
of called it quits. Then, about a week after that I met Justin and, well,
we just clicked. I thought he was totally hot, we could talk about stuff
for hours or we could sit in the same room and not say a word for
hours. Either way, it was cool."

"Okay, see that right there, that weirds me out," I interjected.

"What?"

"First, you said Leah was hot then a few seconds later you're calling
Justin hot. Sorry, but that's just a little weird for an old homo like me."

"You don't think some girls are hot?" he asked.

"No, not really. I think some women are beautiful or pretty, but not
hot. Not, like I'd have sex with her, she's hot."

"Well, then you and I are just different. I think some guys are hot and I
think some girls are hot and I have enjoyed sex with them both. Sometimes
it's physical, sometimes it's emotional, and sometimes it's both."

"I get what you're saying, Joshua. It's not like I don't understand the
concept," I paused, searching for the words. "I just can't exactly
relate. It's sort of beyond my realm of reality, I guess."

"That's fair," he said. "But, I think attraction is attraction. It just
happens and I've never worried about it too much. But, any way, so there
was Justin and we clicked and I'd say that was really my first same sex
relationship. I mean, there had been Andrew of course, and I'd messed
around with a few guys before Leah and I got together, but nothing long
term before Justin."

"Did you love him?" I asked.

He thought for a moment, "I'm not sure. Maybe. I know I cared about him
very, very much and enjoyed spending time with him. I missed him when we
were apart. And, quite frankly, the sex was always good," he laughed a
little at that.

I chuckled, too. "Well, that's good to know. So was he a top, bottom,
versatile?"

Josh looked at me, a little perplexed like he didn't quite understand the
question. I rolled my eyes, before asking more bluntly, "Who fucked who?"

"Oh!" he said. "He was, uhhmmm - the bottom, I guess. I did the ... yeah
... well, last night was my first time to do what we did."

It took a moment for his words to sink it. I found my mouth hanging open,
closed it, then opened it again, "You mean last night was the first time
for you?"

He nodded. "First time to be ... to be ... the receiver, yeah."

"Oh, my god!" I felt shell-shocked. "Josh, why didn't you tell me?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. I didn't really think about it. Why would it
have mattered?"

"Because, we could have gone a little slower. I mean, I would have been
more careful and made sure you were comfortable, and..."

"Alex!" he cut me off, "Was there anything I said or did last night that
would make you think I wasn't comfortable or okay with what we were doing?"

"Well," I tried to remember. "No, I guess not."

"And, based on that stain on your wall," he turned and pointed to it, "I'd
say I pretty much really, really enjoyed what you did to me." He looked
back at me, a mischievous smirk on his face. "Don't you think that's pretty
good evidence?"

I smiled despite myself. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But, still you should
have told me. And it doesn't always have to be that way. I mean, we can
switch things up if you want."

"Nope," he said without a moment's hesitation. "I'm pretty much good with
how things worked between us last night. In fact, I'm great with it. If you
want to know the truth, by the time my jerk off fantasies has fully
matured, they always ended with me getting off while you were doing that to
me."

"Christ, Josh!" I sputtered and looked away, feeling my cheeks flush a
little.

"Are you blushing?"

"Shut up!" I said. "No." A moment's pause, then, "Maybe, a little, but -
just shut up, okay?"

He laughed and punched me in the shoulder. "I can't believe it!" he
hollered. "After all these years I finally made Alex blush. I thought
nothing about sex or anything else could get to you."

I looked back at him and shook my head. "Yeah, well ... me neither, but I
guess you just did." We just looked at each other for minute, him smiling a
triumphant smile, me still blushing. "Okay, go on. Finish the Justin
story," I said.

"Things were good. He was the first person, guy or girl, that I just felt
like I understood. We could talk about sports, politics, movies,
whatever. And, I don't know, he was smart, too. I didn't feel like I ever
had to dumb anything down when we were talking about stuff." He stopped for
a minute, pausing long enough to make me wonder if that was the end of the
story.

"Sounds good," I said. "So ... what happened?"

"Nothing, really. I just," he paused again then continued, "at some point I
just realized that he wasn't you. He was funny and smart and all of that,
but ultimately he was just a poor man's Alex. I had to accept the fact that
for as long as I could remember, you were the one that I wanted to be
with. You've helped to define so much of my life and my personality, you
know? This whole 'growing up Josh' thing that I've been doing for the last
10 years, so much of it is because of you. I knew I could either move for
California and try to make it happen or I could just keep settling for one
Justin after another."

I reached out and took his hand in mine, squeezing it gently. I felt a
little overwhelmed because, for Josh, saying those things out loud had
taken more than I could ever truly know. He'd pushed himself way past his
comfort zone for me. I felt tears threatening to well in my eyes and
swallowed hard.

With his hand in mine, he looked up at me. Clearly trying not to laugh, he
asked, "Are you about to cry?"

"No," I denied emphatically.

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not and if you try to say I am, I swear I'll punch you in the
gut!"

He laughed some more. "Okay, okay," he relented. "Now, can we go take a
shower? I'm feeling not so fresh, if you know what I mean."

I laughed, too. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I could go for a shower,
too. But, you've got to give me one more question first."

He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Okay, fine. But just one more then we
shower. Deal?"

"Deal," I agreed. "Last question ... now that we're here and everything
that has happened has happened, if you were to try and put a label on
yourself would you go with gay, straight, or bi?"

"Alex!" he whined with exasperation.

"You promised. One more question and this is the one I want an answer to."

"Fine," he said sounding pouty and a little annoyed. "I guess, at this
point, I'd have to say bi. Physically I'm attracted to both guys and
girls. Emotionally and psychologically, I'd say a little more to guys, but
sometimes to girls, too. But, and I'm only going to say this one more time,
in the end it's you that I really want. And now that I've got you -- gay,
straight, bi, girl, boy, whatever! I don't care; as long as it's Alex I'm
good to go."

I let his words sink in a moment as he continued looking up at me. Then, I
bent suddenly and pressed my lips against his. His mouth opened to my
tongue and I kissed him long and deep. When I sat back up, his eyes were
still closed but there was a huge smile on his face.

"Your breath stinks," I told him.

He laughed. "Well, yeah. I've been asking you to let me take a shower and
brush my teeth for, like, the last 30 minutes but you kept insisting on me
making an idiot of myself and telling you every embarrassing thing you
could possibly want to know!"

"Stop your bitching," I told him. "C'mon and get that cute ass of yours in
my shower and let me get you nice and clean."

His eyes sparkled. "Uhhmmm, that sounds nice," he said and stood up. I
watched his beautiful backside walk off towards the bathroom. I felt a
familiar tingle in my dick then stood and followed after him quickly.

----

It was a good shower. In fact, it was a very good shower. My big walk-in
offered plenty of room for both of us and I took a long time soaping every
inch of his smooth, delicious skin then shampooed his soft hair. I loved
being able to touch him wherever I wanted, for as long as I wanted. He had
given me his body completely the night before and he did so again, refusing
me no access. In return, I massaged and rubbed him, giving him all the
pleasure I had to give. After I'd rinsed all the soap off of him, I sat him
down on the big, slate-covered bench that dominated one side of the shower
then, kneeling before him, took his hard, throbbing cock into my mouth. He
moaned as I licked the pre cum off the underside of his crown and let it
drool onto my tongue and down my throat. I took my time, bringing him to
the edge of orgasm over and over, before pulling off and letting him come
back down. Soon his whole body was shaking and he begged for release. I
slid two wet, soapy fingers into his tight hole, stroking his velvet bowels
and tapping on his hard little button. Seconds later he moaned so loud that
he drowned out the sound of the cascading water and I felt his hole spasm
around my fingers; he shot a huge load into my mouth. Five and then six
blasts of his hot cum splashed over my tongue and down my throat.

I loved the way he tasted. In fact, his cream might have very well been the
most amazing thing I'd ever had in my mouth. As soon as his orgasm began to
fade, I wanted more. The thought crossed my mind that if you could bottle
his sweet cream and sell it at Starbucks, you might make a million. Well,
maybe not a million, but I know I'd be lining up to buy more than my fair
share everyday. Fuck coffee and tea!

The next couple of weeks shot by; Josh's cock was constantly against my
throat and my dick was constantly up his ass. It was an arrangement that
worked well as I couldn't get enough of his hot cum and he never seemed
more complete than when I was buried deep inside him. Thanks to him, I'd
rediscovered a sexual appetite that I hadn't known since high school. In
fact, I think I might have been even more ready and willing now then when
I'd been a horny, hormone-infested-totally-in-the-grasp of puberty
teenager. I couldn't get enough of Josh and, much to my ego boosting
surprise, he couldn't get enough of me, either.

It had been decided that Abbey and Cadee would be coming out to L.A. for
Thanksgiving and in the days before their arrival, Josh and I spent most
nights making sure the place was spotless and ready to go. I hadn't seen
them in several years and was getting more and more nervous about what we
were going to tell them about "us." Were we dating? Were we a couple? And
just how much did we need or want to tell his mom and sister about it?

One night after another pair of very satisfying orgasms, we lay together in
my bed. His head rested on my chest and my arm lay comfortably over his
back, cradling him to me. I knew if I waited too long, he'd be asleep.

"Josh," I began, "we need to talk about Thanksgiving."