Date: Tue, 06 Jun 2006 21:52:21 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Just-a-Normal-Boys-Dreams, chapter 10

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 if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop
here.  If not, - - ENJOY!

Cast of characters:

Jack Smith -- uh -- that would be me

Billy -- Jack's closest brother, 3 yrs older.

Will Smith -- My dad

Vivian Smith My mom

Art -- Jack's oldest brother, 9 yrs older.

Ralph Gilmore -- a new friend - deceased

Stacy Whitworth -- a catalyst/friend

George Toliver -- old grade school buddy

George Toliver, Sr,  -- (duh!)

Cynthia Toliver -- (Mrs. Duh!)

Jim -- George's cousin

From Chapter 9:

"Well, guess I better get to bed.  Bye Jordy -- babe!  I
love you."  I said.

"Bye."

I dragged myself into the shower.  The hot water felt good.
It was like salve to a wound.  I felt somewhat better.  As I
got out of the shower there was a knock at my bedroom door.

"George is here with your clothes you forgot.  He said you
might need them.  Shall I send him in?"

"Sure."  I said.

George came in, all smiles.  He handed me a bag.  He then
wrapped himself around me and kissed me deeply.  Then he went
to my bed, which had dried during the day.  He put the clean
mattress pad on it as well as the clean sheets that he'd
washed and dried, and also the towels and my swim suit that I
didn't use.

Chapter 10

"I love you too."   Said george.

"Huh?"  I said, surprised.

"You told me you loved me -- on the phone."

"Oh."  I said.  "Sorry, it just slipped out.  Habit, I
guess."

"You're sorry you told me you love me?"

"No -- it's not -- THAT's not what I meant.  It's just --
okay -- I do love you."

"Like I said -- I love you too!  Can I stay the night?"

"Mom!  Jordy's sleeping over!"

"Who?"  Mom said.

"Oh!  George.  He's gonna stay here tonight."

"Okay.  And -- boys -- if one of you wets again tonight,
I'll be glad to clean it up."  Mom was now standing in my
doorway.

I looked at George.  He was a deep shade of red. "I'm so
sorry, Mrs. Smith!  I - "

"It's really okay George.  My nephew - "

"I know -- wet the bed `til he was 19."

"Something like that.  Anyway, just leave the door open next
time, and I'll take care of it."

"Mom!  My door was closed.  Why did you go in?"

"Jacky, that kind of smell permeates beyond the door!"

"What?  I couldn't smell anything!  Eww!"

"I have a very sensitive nose.  I could tell it was George,
too."

"Eww!  Mom!  Nuh-uh!"

"Yup!  Everyone smells a little different, and so does their
urine.  Just don't worry about it.  And -- by the way -- I
sprayed a deodorant on it.  Didn't you even notice that it
doesn't smell?"

"No, I guess my nose is not as trained as yours is, mom.
G'night."

She closed the door on her way out.  I locked it behind her.
When I turned around, George was naked and his piece was at
its full potential while still soft.  "He looked down and
then smiled at me.  "Ready to shower with me?" The very
white shaft was in sharp contrast to the dark pink head,
which matched his still crimson face.

"Nah.  I just got out."  I said.

He pouted sweetly.  "I was hoping you would scrub my back --
and other parts!"

I was a little slow.  I grinned, as I removed my sleep pants
and he followed me into the shower.

"You're so cute when you're tired!"  he said, as he
caught up with me and hugged me from behind.  He was fully at
attention by now, and it was poking me.  "Man!  I am
beginning to really love your mom!  She treats me like I was
her own son!"

"I was worried you were embarrassed."

"I WAS!!  But she was so nice about it."  He said as he
adjusted the water temperature to his liking.

I soaped up a wash cloth and starting with his face, washed
his whole body -- not giving any part more or less attention
than any other.  I then got a clean towel and dried him off,
then dropped to my knees and took his clean tool into my
mouth.  He started to shriek, but I shushed him.  Not being
able to make any noise, he was about to split his sides as he
filled me with his wonderful juice.  When he was finished,
and panting like a dog, he hugged my head to his crotch,
while it grew smaller and soft in my mouth.

He seemed to lose his balance and sat on the toilet.  I was
afraid he was again gonna sieze, but he didn't.

"I think I can sleep now!"  he whispered.

I took his hand and raised him up to his full height.  I bent
slightly and kissed him deeply.  He peed and then we slept
naked, all night, not always spooning, like we fell asleep,
but touching somewhere the whole time.

In the morning, was got up and Mom already had breakfast
going.  Nothing big, but it was nice to smell the toast as we
shaved and got ready.

We drove separately to school, and parked next to each
other.  I wanted so much to hug him close before going to
class, but there were too many people in the parking lot, and
we didn't want to throw our sexuality in their faces.  I
knew I probably wouldn't see him most of the week, so I just
showed him a pout and said, "I love you."

"Love you too, Jackamo!  More than I really understand.  See
yah!"

I met Stacy in class.  She was very excited to hear anything
I was willing to tell her.

"So -- are you two gonna get married or something?"  She
squealed.  I didn't tell her intimate details, But she could
tell I was stoked.

"SHHhhh!"  I prompted.  "We haven't talked of anything
like that -- yet.  It's been so recent that we got
reacquainted."

"Yeah, but it's like getting back on a familiar bike.  It
feels the same in a very short time."  She said.

I grinned.  "It surely feels that way!  I'm a little
worried because we're both pretty young."

"I don't believe in that.  When it's right -- it's
right!  Age shouldn't matter."

"Yeah, I suppose."

"Hi Jim!"  Stacy bubbled.  "Jack was just telling me how
much in love he is with George."

"Hey!  Wait a minute!  I didn't say we were in love!"  I
said defensively, also being very aware of how Jim feels
toward George.

"It's obvious, Jack!"  said Jim.  He had a slightly hurt,
but happy smile on his face -- hard to read.  "It's okay.
I'm all right."

Stacy was looking from face to face.  "I was quite in love
with my cousin".  Explained Jim.

"Oh!"  Stacy said, looking all of a sudden quite concerned.

"Are you okay, Jim?"  I asked.

"Yeah -- I really am.  I cried a lot over the weekend, but
after all -- he IS my cousin.  I have to say, I am happy he
has found such a fantastic boy to love.  He offered his hand
to me.  I took it hesitatingly.  He surrounded it with both
his own.  "Really!  I'm fine now.  It'll be great to have
a super cousin-in-law!"

"You too!?"  I cried.  "You and Stacy are trying to get us
married off before we've even talked about it!"  I said, my
face feeling hot, as I grinned and looked from his face to
hers and back.

The rest of the week went pretty fast.  Thanksgiving was
looming close and Christmas decorations were showing up at
some of the malls already.  Dad gave me $1000 to spend on
Christmas.  "I don't need this much Dad."  I said.

"You need to find something nice for your friend, Jack.  You
know he will!"

I looked down at our feet.  A tear wet my left shoe.  I
looked up into his eyes through tear-blurred eyes.  "Thanks
Dad!"  I said, and I kissed his cheek, as I hugged him.

"Thank your mom too -- it was at least half her idea!"

I went out that evening and bought a ring for him.  I decided
I wasn't gonna wait for Christmas to give it to him.  It was
a brushed gold Celtic knot, very delicately cut so it looked
woven.

I got a call Friday afternoon.  "Hi!"  I said happily,
noting his cell phone number on my incoming call screen.

"Hi."  He said, not sounding as happy as I felt.  Well, he
didn't know what I knew.  "Jack, I have to go to Palm
Springs with Mom and Dad this weekend."

"Oh!"  I said, both dismayed and disappointed.  George, I
have a gift for you.  Can't we get together -- before you
leave?"

"I won't be at classes tomorrow.  They are waiting for me
to get ready now."

"But -- I'll come over there -- now!"  I protested.

"It's okay, Jack.  It can wait until I get back.  We'll
only be gone four days.  It's important to my parents.  I'm
sorry babe -- I'm sorry -- gotta go."

"I love you!"  I cried into the phone."

"Yeah -- me too!"  He said.  "Bye!"  He hung up.  I
assumed his parents were close by.

I felt so completely empty!  "This is silly!"  I told
myself.  It's only four days.  I'll see him when he gets
back.

Friday at lunch break, Jim found me.  "Got big plans with
Georgy tonight?"  he teased.

"Naw.  He had to go out of town with his parents.  He won't
be back until Tuesday!"  I couldn't keep the disappointment
out of my voice or expression.

"Hey, it'll be fine!"  Said Jim.  "You and I can do
something maybe!"  He said grinning.

I couldn't help but smile, his grin was so infectious.
"It's just that -- I had something to give to him.  I can
wait -- of course -- but -- aw, nothin'."

"Jack, George loves you!  I can tell.  But he is always
gonna be George."

"Whaddaya mean?"  I said.

"I've known him a long time.  He sometimes does things out
of -- um -- well, he just - "

"You mean like when he disappears?"

"Has he done that to you?"

"Not recently."  I said.  But a few weeks ago, when we
first met -- or rather re-met -- he just disappeared."

"Yeah, sometimes he does that.  Not just physically,
either."

"What's that mean?"  I asked.

"I'm not even sure.  It just seems like sometimes he is not
-- um -- George -- or something."

I looked hard at Jim.

"It's probably nothing to worry about.  I think that he
just gets overloaded sometimes and needs to escape -- or
something.

"Overloaded?"

"Oh, you know.  His parents."

"No, actually I don't."  I said.

"Well, you may have noticed that he is a bit spoiled."

"Duh."

"Jack, I love my aunt and uncle, but they really do a number
on George."

"Huh?"

"Aunt Cynthia will do anything to get him to do what she
wants, (my mom even does that -- it seems to run in the
family!) and Uncle George -- he just cuts George off when
George doesn't do what he wants."

"Well, they haven't cut him off because of me -- our
relationship.  I see that as a good thing.  They -- well, his
mom at least -- seems to like that we got together."

"Yeah, it would seem that way.  Just -- don't be shocked by
what could happen."  Said, Jim, and his voice caught a
little at the end.

"What's wrong?"  I asked.

He looked at the floor.  "Nothing, but -- Jack, I like you.
I just don't want to see you get hurt."

"Thanks.  I'll be okay.  So -- you mentioned that we could
do something - - wanna go to a movie tonight?"

"Would that be a date?" He asked, grinning.

"Very funny!"  I said.  "Seriously, I don't feel like
being alone tonight.  Let's go to the Century complex and
see a movie.  I'll buy!"

"AHA!  Then it IS a date!"  He said grinning ear to ear."

"And YOU can buy the goodies!" I said punching him.

"You want me to BUY your goodies?  Okay, this is officially
not a date any more.  It's more like a proposition now!  He
joked.

I truly don't remember what movie we watched.  Nothing good
was playing so we rented one, and part way through, I looked
over and his eyes were glassy.  In the dark he looked so much
like George, it was almost spooky.  I didn't want to spoil
his private moment, but I patted his hand.  He looked at me
for a prolonged moment, and then clutched my hand to his
chest for the rest of the movie.

I walked across the back yard with him after the movie was
finished.  "Thanks for being with me tonight, Jim.  I
didn't realize how much I needed that."  I said, opening
the gate to the park for him.  He stepped out and headed in
the direction of his house, then ran the few steps back to
me.  He pecked me on the lips.

"Thank you too!"  He said, and then ran to his house.  I
stood there watching as his dark form popped over his own
fence and he was no longer in view.  Jim's an odd boy, but I
sure like him!

I went back in my house and my cell phone rang its message
alert.  I dialed and heard, "Jack.  Sorry again for leaving
you so abruptly.  Sometimes I have to do things I don't want
to, to keep the peace.  Sorry I missed you, Jackamo!  I'll
try to call again."

I dialed him back immediately, but his answering message
played before it even rang, so his phone must have been off.
I got ready for bed.  Alone on Friday night!  I put my sleep
pants on and walked over to the dirty clothes hamper and
stared down at it.  I was looking for something -- I wasn't
sure what.  As I was looking at the hamper, something white
caught my eye, on the floor, just under the dust cover of my
bed.

I picked it up.  It was the boxers that we had used to
"clean up" after our last romp in my room.  They were
somewhat crusty and stiff and had some dust balls on them.  I
shook them out, and then kneaded the stiffness out of them.
I turned off my light, climbed into my bed, and had a good
wank, while holding the boxers up to my nose.  I came in
record time!



"Whatcha doin"?

I was pulling some weeds out of Mom's garden in the back
yard.  Good enough activity for a Saturday morning.  I looked
up to see someone standing over me, his head blocking the
sun.  It was a coolish fall day.  The sun was partly in my
eyes, and I was sure that George was standing there.  I was
about to jump up and hug him but then I noticed that he was
too thin to be George.  "Hi Jim!"  I said, trying not to
sound disappointed.

"Hey!"  He said, cheerful as ever.  What a change from a
few weeks ago.  I hope that our friendship had something to
do with his change of heart.  "Dad's got you pulling weeds
huh?"

"Actually Mom."  I said.

"You don't look too unhappy about it."

"I'm not."

"I hate weeding!"  He said.

"It's not my favorite thing, but they let me live here for
nothing, so -- I guess I owe them something."

"They're your parents!  They owe you that much!"  He
protested.

"I dunno about that.  Some parents kick their children out
-- or make them pay for room and board -- as soon as they are
out of high school -- or 18.  We ARE adults now -- you
know?"

"I -- erm -- guess.  So -- why don't I FEEL like an
adult?"  He asked.

"Maybe because you still live at home with your parents?"

"But why do they have to treat me as a child?"

"I've had this same conversation with myself - - and Mom
and Dad.  It makes sense to me."

"What does?"

"Well, as long as I am still living under their roof -- and
they are paying the bills -- and feeding me -- I still AM the
child.  They expect me to act like an adult -- most of the
time -- but they also have house rules that didn't change --
just because I turned 18."

"Like?"

"Well -- for example -- one thing that dad said to me makes
perfect sense -- and I was pretty upset about this until he
told me their reasoning.  I used to have a curfew.  It
wasn't much of a curfew, especially compared to some other
guys I knew, but mostly, they wanted to when I would be
home."

"That's crap!  I'm 18 now!  Why should they care about
when I get home?"

"Wow!  You're kinda riled up over this, aren't you?"

"Well?"  He said.  I knew he wasn't yelling at me, but I
must have hit a raw nerve.

"Well, the way Dad explained it -- they still are my parents
-- and -- well, even if they weren't -- even if I was a
guest in their home -- maybe even their age -- if someone was
expected home and didn't make it, they would worry."

"So?  Why do they have to expect me at all?"

"Okay, now I can see that you're not trying to see their
side.  Calm down a little and look at it this way.  If you
have guests at your house -- and -- adult children are like
guests -- then if they go out, it is reasonable to ask them
when they will be back.  If I was at your house and I went
out, wouldn't you worry if I just didn't come back one
night, without saying anything?"

"Well -- yeah -- but - "

"It's the same thing, Jim.  It's just common courtesy to
let them know when you will get home and -- if you can't --
to call them, so they can go to sleep and not worry."

"Oh."

"Doesn't that make sense to you?"

"I guess."  He said, not sounding too happy about admitting
it.

So -- the same goes with weeding the garden.  My parents
realize that I can't carry a full load at school and work at
the same time, so they allow me to do some small things for
them -- to help out around the house.  I don't mind.  I
don't like weeding, but I do it willingly."

"Well, no one explained it to me that way."

"Or," I said, grinning, "maybe you weren't listening when
they tried to -- like you weren't a minute ago."

"You're as bad as my dad!" he said, shaking his head.

"Or -- as good!"

"Haha!  Maybe!  Hey!  Want some help?"

"Yeah, it's always more fun at someone else's house,
huh?"

"I just figured that the sooner you are finished, the sooner
we can do something."

"Oh.  Did you have something in mind?"

"Not exactly.  Just hang out I guess."

"Okay."  I said.

Jim went to the other end of the garden and started pulling
out the weeds.  Every time I looked his way he was also
looking at me.  I smiled, and he grinned back.  "Did you
talk to my cousin last night?"

"Naw.  He left a message while I was outside saying good
night to you."

"Oh.  Sorry.  You mean kissing me g'night?"  He grinned.

"Um -- it was YOU that kissed me!"

"Oh -- yeah -- that's right." He said, still laughing at
me with his eyes.  "Like you didn't like it!"

"Actually I thought it was sweet."  I said, returning his
look.  He looked like he was about to say something more,
then didn't, and went back to his weeding.  Without looking
up, he said, "You may not hear from him until Tuesday."

"I know."  I said.  It hung there like a stinky fart.

Notes:  No guesses as to what's next.  I am in freefall.
Comments always appreciated, though, to Steve at
stevethomas535@hotmail.com.  Thanks and love, Steve