Date: Wed, 24 Mar 2004 10:25:42 -0800 From: Steve Thomas <s4d@hotmail.com> Subject: Leonards-Lust, Ch. 27 This is a fictional story. It is based on many experiences and fantasies of the authors. If you are really into graphic sex, it may not satisfy your purpose for coming here. If you like to hear of real love and real teen angst, with a little sex thrown in, you are in the right place. There may be some amount of graphic sex between males. If this is objectionable to you, or you are legally too young to be here, you are cordially invited to press your back button. Cast of Characters: Leonard Kirk Harston (Lenny) Lawrence Olivier Goodwin (Rennie) Minnie Harston, Lenny's mom Randal Harston, Lenny's dad Mr. Goodwin, Rennie's dad Mrs. Goodwin, Rennie's mom Joy -- Rennie's older sister Jennifer -- Rennie's younger sister Bobby -- Joy's husband Seth -- Lenny's friend Luke -- Seth's lover Chris -- Seth's Brother Craig -- Chris's lover Jake Smith -- Seth and Chris's cousin. Colin -- Jake's husband & Bobby's brother Rob -- a Friend Denny -- Rob's husband Morty -- Rennie's Cousin Ursula -- Jake & Colins daughter Uri -- Jake and Colin's son Carrie -- Jake's sister Uncle Jake -- Jake's dad Aunt Lindy -- Jake's mom Renate -- The Goodwin's housekeeper Etta -- the Smith's housekeper Shelley -- Friend at University DeVon -- Shelley's cousin Marcus -- DeVon's brother Arthur -- A team leader at the shelter George - Ren's tennant Ty -- new friend from Oklahoma Ricky, Ty's cousin David - Toyota Dearlership owner Jason, waiter Suzanne -- Jason's wife Jamie Hocking -- A new friend from school Kevin -- Jamies brother Joe, Ernie and Bret -- Str8 (?) Friends James Hocking, Jamie's dad Esther Hocking -- Jamie's mom Tom Whatley - Cop From Chapter 26: "Lenny, you are SOOOO in luck! We can't do this out here on the couch, with your friends in the next three rooms. You're saved!" He had a sad but silly grin on his face. He pulled the covers back over us and we got back into spooning position -- me behind him -- and closed our eyes. But this time, I wrapped my fingers around his dick BEFORE we went back to sleep. I fell asleep kissing the nape of his neck, my dick firmly pressed up against the rear of his tight briefs. Chapter 27 Tom and I found a way to see each other every day the next week! (Of course!) I can't believe I am barely 19 years old (next Friday!) and can look back and talk about how love develops. But I know how I feel now. And I remember how it was with Rennie. Same thing. We just wanted to spend every free moment together. Maybe part of the problem with Ren and me was both of us were so inexperienced and immature. At least in THIS relationship, ONE of us is more mature! I was still wary to tell Tom about my relative wealth. I liked him liking me for me. And he did! The respect that he gave me -- almost half his age -- blew me away sometimes. And I felt so immature, especially when I would try to go back on my own rule of waiting for sex. I started to question it though. Waiting for what? I knew I liked him. I knew he liked me. He almost said "love" to me several times, but he was holding back -- I think for my sake. I wonder if he is afraid to say it, and then find out I don't feel the same. That would be stupid! Not for him, but for us. To both be holding back because we were both afraid of rejection. I decided that on Friday night -- at or after the party -- I would tell him! It doesn't have to mean I am "in love" with him. I just want him to know how I feel. Wednesday night he came over and brought some deli sandwiches with him, as well as some soft drinks. "You don't mind if I have some near-beer do you?" He asked me, that morning. "Not at all. You can have real beer if you want. I just don't want any." "That's okay. And - I know how you feel about alcohol -- how it screwed up your last relationship." "Well -- alcohol and drugs!" I affirmed. In reality, I Hated even the smell of beer, but I'll deal with that when the time comes. He arrived five minutes late. Just enough for me to be nervous, but not enough to be upset about. I was ready at least an hour early! I came home from school and went directly for the shower. I washed EVERYTHING twice! I shaved with my electric razor before the shower and then I shaved again with a blade in the shower -- I cut all three of those suckers off underneath the skin!! My hair was getting a little long. I was worried about that. I wished I had gotten a haircut earlier in the week, but studies and -- well -- dates with Tom -- got in the way. My hair, long, is not a very pretty sight. It goes every-which-way! I washed it three times and used extra-heavy-duty conditioner that is supposed to add more volume to the hair. It was a little more manageable. I wet combed it and was about to spray it with stiffening hairspray, but thought better of it. I hate stiff hair. Thanks goodness I HAD bought a new pair of white sports shoes. They had red eyes in them for the laces, and looked great -- I thought! I had a white pair of painter-jeans that were slightly too big, so when I cinched up the belt it wrinkled them a little around my waist. I liked that look! I wore a red tee shirt, under a red, green and blue plaid sport shirt. All new stuff. Since I was an hour early, I sat in the living room being nervous -- I don't even know why. I just knew I wanted to look my very best this night for him! When he knocked at the door, I checked myself in the mirror next to the door, and my hair had fallen in my face. I almost screamed! I opened the door. He looked me up and down. I sweated! "Wow!" he said. "You look -- fantastic! So Cute! I love how you fixed your hair like a little boy! You are adorable!" I was too nervous to even notice how good he looked! When he said that, I relaxed a little, and then noticed he was wearing some relaxed blue denim jeans -- looked old, but they were ironed with a crisp crease in the front. He had on a white dress shirt, with the top three buttons undone, showing a nice matting of hair. He had on Top-Sider deck shoes with no socks. His dark, shady, five-o'clock-shadow beard was almost more than I could stand. He stepped in and gave me a quick hug! "Wow! You both look AND smell great!" I said. He smelled so sexy to me! He seemed to relax a little when I said that. Could it be that HE was as nervous as I? NAWWW! "I did as you asked! I didn't shower after this morning, but I did use deodorant and a little cologne before I came here tonight." I sniffed even deeper. The heady smell of his body with whatever cologne he used almost made me cream my nice white jeans! I immediately grabbed him and kissed him. His scratchy face felt so completely manly to me! I think I like being with an older guy! Yessssss! "Let's get these drinks in the fridge, unless you want to eat immediately." He said. "Are you hungry -- now?" I asked. "Not very." He said Actually I think my nervousness made me even MORE hungry! But I said, "Okay, let's wait. Wanna walk down to the rocks again?" "I'd like that! Let's take a drink with us. I grabbed a Pepsi and he grabbed a Near-Beer. We went around the back of the Smith's house and walked down the long steps to the rocks. The sun was not yet floating on the water, but it soon would be. When we got to the bottom, we both faced the ocean for a time. A slight haze was created by the waves breaking on the rocks, creating a rainbow almost over the top of us. We drank our drinks on the way down, and stashed the cans in a bag we brought. He turned to me and looked like he wanted to say something, then looked at the ocean. "What is it, Tommy?" I asked. "Oh - - ?" He started. "I don't know. I just get so frustrated sometimes." "Frustrated? I hope I am not the cause of your frustration." I said it with very real concern I my voice. "No -- well, YES! But - - no. It's just me. I -- um -- Lenny, I have these feelings -- really deep feelings -- for -- um -- you, and -- I don't know quite - " "I love you." I said calmly. "Wh- what?" he said. "I said I loved you." I repeated. "Oh! Well! You see that's just it! I feel like I want to say that too, but - " I wanted to crawl in a hole! I was SURE that was what he was trying to say! " -- but -- I didn't want to press you. And now you tell it to me first! GOD, Lenny! This takes so much pressure off! GOD I love you!" I was so taken back by this -- after feeling so humiliated, that my eyes filled with tears. I looked into his eyes and our lips met. First very tenderly, then almost desperately. I think every hair on my body responded! When we broke the kiss, I said, "Tommy, I was feeling the same way as you. I can't really say I'm `in love' with you, but I definitely feel -- the only thing I can say is -- love -- FOR you." I stopped for a moment then continued. "Damn! Why is that so hard." "I think it's supposed to be. To say you love someone should not be taken lightly. And another thing, babe." "What's that?" I asked. "To withhold love, when it is felt, is a shame. I believe it is a sin against nature -- even against God -- to withhold love." "Wow." "You see? They say that God is Love. So to withhold love, is to withhold God." "Hmmm. I'll have to give that some thought. It's pretty deep. Well, anyway, I do agree it's a shame to withhold love. So, let me say again -- I love you!" He beamed. "Funny thing is," I continued, "is that I had already planned to tell you how I felt Friday night. It was a really -- almost traumatic -- decision. I'm glad we got to it tonight. Now that I think of it, Friday night -- at the party -- would not have been intimate enough." "Yeah. I agree." He said. "And -- um -- there's something else - -" He looked all of a sudden nervous. "Oh! What is it, Tommy?" He took something out of his pocket. "Close your eyes." He commanded. I did as I was told. He took my right hand and I felt a ring being slipped on. My eyes popped open. "What's this!?" I exclaimed. "Don't make too much of it! It's just a gift -- a friendship ring." "Tommy! It's got diamonds and rubies in it!" "They're only chips! Really, it's - " "It's wonderful! I LOVE the Florentine finish on the top. And it's so -- um -- masculine! Thank you!" I threw myself on him. We kissed long and deep. When we broke our kiss, he said, "Well, don't let this make you think we're gonna have sex tonight!" He grinned as he said it. I thought he was kidding. "Aww, Tommy! I'm soooo horny!" "Sorry. If I let that happen, you'd always think I bought it for you so we could have sex!" I stuck my lower lip way out. "Well -- okay!" "Also - " "Aw jeez! This is not fair! There's more?" I whined. "Only this: if you even THINK about giving me something just because I did, it will take the joy out of it for me. I don't expect -- don't WANT something in return. I just wanted you to have a token of how I feel about you." My lip still out, I pouted, "Well - - okay. You KNOW you're incorrigible -- right?" "Yeah. I know. But - - I don't buy many gifts. I just don't want it cheapened by a return gift. Does that make sense to you?" "OH! So having sex with you would be like giving you a gift in return huh?" "Lenny, it will come! I promise!" Then he kissed me again. His body next to mine -- even with clothes on -- felt like heaven to me. "Let's go up and eat those sandwiches - - k?" "Yeah. Okay. I really AM hungry." I said. "AND horny!" I said, as I started walking up the steps. "Now it's YOU that's incorrigible! And I love it!" "What?" I said. "I love being wanted so much!" "Oh, Tommy -- I do!" I stopped and turned around. He got a faraway look in his eyes. "I really wondered if I would ever be `wanted' again." "Aw, now Tommy that's ridic - " "No, it's not, baby! When you are my age, guys that you are interested in just aren't interested in you any more. It gets depressing." "Well, I'm interested in YOU! Let's go!" I half ran up the remaining 75 steps. He didn't have any trouble keeping up! When we got up to the top, I kept running around to the flat and up the steps there. When we came in the door, I collapsed on the couch, and he stood above me panting. I reached for his hand and pulled him down on me. We kissed deeply, while still trying to get our breath. I ground my groin up into his. He kissed me more passionately and returned the grind. I started to rub his butt. I slipped my hand into his pants and felt the smooth soft hair on his butt. He moaned. The thought just occurred to me. The beer smell on his breath was -- WONDERFUL! But I HATE beer! "You are really trying to seduce me!" He said. "I really want you!" I said. He jumped up. "Another time babe -- another night." We ate our dinner quietly, after which he said he needed to get home and write some reports. I reluctantly let him go. My studies were done. I had a lot of time to think about what just happened. And what didn't. As I started to come down from my sexual high, I was so happy that this man was in my life. He was not going to let me screw up! That made me love him even more. I fell asleep about 9:00 PM, only to awakened by the phone. "Hello?" I groggily answered. "Dude! It's - " "I KNOW who it is, Rennie. What's up?" "Oh. Are you -- I mean -- were you -- asleep?" "Yeah, but I'm glad you called. I fell asleep on the couch and my neck was twisted wrong." "Oh. Good. I mean -- that I saved you from a stiff neck. Listen, I can't come to your party on Friday night." "Oh. Okay." "Well -- okay. Well -- I mean -- I guess I'll let you get back to sleep, Babe. Night." We hung up. He sounded disappointed that I didn't protest, I think. I did get a little twinge in my chest when he called me "Babe". It's stupid, but it still hurts. I saw Jamie in our chem. class. He's happily looking forward to the party tomorrow night. "Did you hear?" He exclaimed. "Those ass holes who were bugging us have been arrested for harassing someone else, and expelled from the U!" "Really? Where did you hear about that?" "I ran into the chief of security yesterday." "Wow. The security department here is awesome." I said. "Turns out they had some help." "Help?" "Yeah. He told me a certain cop seemed to take a personal interest in this case." "OH! Did he mention the cop's name?" I asked. "No. He just said this cop was called out on your auto vandalism thing." "Ah!" "Ah?" He echoed. "That would be Tom." "Tom?" "Is there an echo in here?" I quipped. "Who's Tom?" He asked. "Officer Tom Whatley." "You knew him?" "Correction. I KNOW him. We met when he came to investigate the car thing." "Oh. So what? You became friends?" "Er -- well, more than just friends, I think -- well, I hope!" "Really!!? Wow! Is he the one that I - " "Yup! You saw him when he came out to check out my car." "There's something about a man in uniform, huh?" He joked. "But wait! You probably know what he looks like with his uniform off, too! "Well, yeah." I said, faking being embarrassed. "And - - ?" "He looks great in whatever he wears." I said with a straight face. "His motorcycle leathers are my favorite I think. Very form fitting! "No! You KNOW what I mean. Does he look good with NO clothes on? I need details! Cut -- uncut? Dick size?" "I haven't seen him that way." "WHAT? You're kidding." "Nope. We're taking it kinda easy." "Hrmph! Not YOUR idea, I bet!" "Actually it was -- at first." He looked at me, expecting more. "I just decided to slow down a bit. And - - he's 35." "So?" "You don't think it's weird he's nearly twice my age?" "What difference does it make? I don't remember that much about him, but -- he didn't look that old -- did he?" I chuckled. "That old? I thought you didn't think that was too old? Ha ha! No! he doesn't!" "Will he be there tomorrow night?" "Duh!" "Ummm -- how special is this guy to you?" I lifted up my right hand and showed him the ring. "NO SHIT!" I blushed. "and you've never slept with him!!?" "I never said that." "Huh?" "We slept together, but we didn't have sex." "You mean - - anal sex -- right?" "I mean ANY sex!" "I couldn't have done that!" "Maybe you should give that some thought, dude." I said. "A few weeks ago, you had never had sex with anyone, and now you don't think you can control yourself? Gimme a break!" "But that Ricky is so hot!" I laughed. "I know, I know." "Well, anyway, it's cool those ass holes were nailed." "Yeah. I hope that's all we see of them!" I said. "Huh?" "You never know with creeps like that." "See yah tomorrow night!" He said, walking off. "Bye!" As it worked out only Jamie and Ricky came to the party. That was okay, though. I was a little worried about making Tom uncomfortable with too many people. I probably didn't need to worry, but as it was, it worked out very cool. I had never played strip poker before, but we were laughing insanely by the time it was over. And since no one was drinking alcohol, we were very much aware. I was especially proud as Tom took off his shirt. I think he lost on purpose -- first -- just to get things going! You've heard of short Monopoly, where you divvy out the properties at the beginning of the game? Well we played short strip poker. We started with our shoes and socks off! The promising hairs that showed at the top of Tom's buttons were driving the other guys wild as he took off his shirt like it was a strip tease. I knew what was hidden there, but I still got a stir when he revealed it all. Those sharply protruding nipples, and his shallow belly button among his hard abs! Little Ricky was the first to lose his shorts! That was hilarious! He turned nearly purple, when he lost that hand, but like a trouper, he tried his best to do as Tommy had started. He very self-consciously unbuckled his belt, then the top button on his pants. Then he seemed to get some confidence from somewhere and started to dance as he lowered them a half inch at a time. By the time he was finished, we were all rubbing our crotches! And it would seem like just the nervousness alone would prevent a boner, but I guess as he watched us rubbing ourselves, he too was aroused and by the time he started to reveal what he had, it was straining to get out! When he was finished, he threw the underwear to Jamie, and grabbed his rock hard boner and stroked it a couple times. Jamie put the underwear up to his nose and inhaled deeply. "WOO HOO!" Jamie cried, as we all rubbed ourselves one more time. Ricky beamed! Jamie bent down and gave the head a loud kiss, and we laughed some more. The game was Tom's idea, and he obviously had done it before. By the time we were finished -- meaning everyone was naked except Tom's shirt was the only thing he lost -- we were all pretty much comfortable that way. Then Tom had another surprise! He brought a porn video. Male on male porn! He put it in my VCR and came to the couch where I was sitting. Ricky and Jamie took the love seat. Before he sat down, he removed the remainder of his clothes. Ricky and Jamie didn't even see that. They were making out like no one else was in the room! Tom sat down and I pushed play on the remote. It started with these two guys, fully clothed and just watching a football game. They got into a scuffle about who would drive the remote. Then they started to wrestle, and you can imagine where that took them. To the floor. Two other guys were there, but they ignored the two wrestlers, until they started to hump on each other, then the two extra guys stopped watching the ball game and started cheering on the wrestling stars on the floor. One of the wrestlers did something that one of the observers called unfair, so he jumped on them, quickly followed by the fourth guy. They were humping and giving each other hickies and then the clothes started coming off. My dick was like a steel rod, and as I watched the video, my mouth opened in amazement, as I felt warm fingers close around it. It was like a shock of electricity started in my dick and shot into my toes! I tore my eyes away from the video and looked into Tommy's eyes. There was a mixture of love and maybe a little worry - whether what he was doing was okay. I surrounded his hand with my own and smiled, then leaned into him and gave him an approving kiss. We both closed our eyes, by now oblivious to the movie, and as our tongues did a soft tango, my hand found it's way to his wet, throbbing tool. There was enough wetness already to make my slow jacking extra nice, even though his uncut foreskin didn't really need it. When the movie was over, it was not that late, but Ricky and Jamie said they needed to go. I was guessing that since Jamie still lived at home, they wanted some time to themselves in Ricky's apartment before Jamie had to go home. So that left me and Tom alone. I excused myself from him, got up and walked over to the VCR and TV, and turned them off. Then I walked back to Tom and took his hand, pulling him up into a full body contact hug (remember, we were naked!) then broke the hug and I led him to the bedroom. It was slightly cool, so the warmth of the covers -- and our bodies -- felt wonderful. He definitely was much more experienced than I, but he was so gentle and sweet! He said he was sure he was HIV negative, but still insisted on using a condom when he made love to me. He had such a softness and wonderful technique that there was not the least pain at all. I know it would have been better for him if he didn't have that sheath covering his manhood, but he didn't complain, and when he went off, it was like Mt. Vesuvius! Then he cried like a baby. He apologized. Said that he never did that before. He then told me he never loved anyone like this before, and his emotions were too full to contain it. I all of a sudden felt a cold feeling sweep over me. I wanted so much to return his words of affection, but I didn't feel it quite that way. It seemed he was always a step ahead of me! I tried to let it go, but it wouldn't go away. "Are you okay, Baby?" he asked me. "Yeah." I said, my tone of voice making me a liar. "Okay, let's try this again. What's wrong, Lenny?" "I -- it's just -- Tommy, I really do love you -- a lot. I already told you I had determined that I was going to tell you that tonight, even if you didn't." I was talking slow and haltingly. "But it seems like you are always a step ahead of me." "O god! My crying freaked you out! Well, it - " "NO, it wasn't that. But - - Tommy - - your emotions -- the strength and deepness -- I just -- I -- WANT to feel the same way -- I do!" "It's okay, Baby! We don't have to be exactly in the same place! We're not running a race here. I feel this way. I want you to know, in case it will let you give yourself permission to -- to -- feel more -- well, like I do. But Lenny, I don't expect it. I don't! Lenny, I have been in love before. I know what it feels like. Or I thought I did. I can't ever remember feeling this way. I know it doesn't make sense after such a short time, but it is what it is." "Can you -- can you stand to wait -- for me -- to catch up?" I asked. "Can you stand to put up with me, while you are making up your mind." Very solemnly, I answered, "Yes -- with all my heart -- I'll put up with you!" I laid my head on his hairy chest and sighed. He held me like that for a long time, before he asked, "Didn't you want to get off -- before we go to sleep?" "Mmmh?" I mused, almost asleep already. "Oh. No. I'm fine. I loved the way you loved me. That's enough for now." My head was nestled into his shoulder and neck, as I pulled him closer to me, spooning him from the rear. "G'night, my cute, nerdy string bean!" he said. "Night Daddy." I said, and was almost asleep when I realized what I had said. My eyes popped open in the dark, and my body jerked. "What?" He said. "Did you hear what I just said?" "Yes." "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean - " "It's okay! I kind of liked it!" "Are you serious?" I asked. "Do you have a problem with it?" He asked. "I -- don't know. I just never thought I wanted you to be my dad." "Maybe -- well -- maybe you don't exactly want me to be your dad as in, Mr. Harston, but - " "OH! GOD NO!!!" I said, horrified. "But maybe you want me to be what he never was to you." I thought about that, and thought about my dad. Out of the blue, I started crying. "What's wrong, baby? Oh crap, I screwed it up big didn't I?" "NOOooo!" I cried. "That bastard! You're right! He was never a `dad' to me! I want that so much! But you can't -" "Why can't I?" "Wh -- what?" "People get together for lots of reasons. I'll never be a dad. I love the thought of you being my son -- my boy -- sometimes. Is that so bad?" "Welllll - not when you look at it that way -- from your perspective." "Well? Can I be you `dad' sometimes." I whispered, (because that was all I could do) "I think you already have been." "Good! Ready to go to sleep, Baby?" "Yeah, I think so. Night - - Daddy!" And I pulled him in close to me again. We both sighed and fell asleep. Notes: Daddy? Baby?" What's happening here? EEK! What would Dr. Laura say? Is this okay? Comments welcome, to Steve at s4d@hotmail.com. Please include "lenny" in the subject area.. Thanks and love, Steve Bottom line: Love will Rule in the end.