Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2005 23:41:56 -0700
From: Roy <roynm@mac.com>
Subject: Phalen

This story contains portrayals of homosexual actions and lifestyles.  There
may be references to, or explicit descriptions of, sex between consenting
adults.

If homosexuality, sexually explicit language, or swearing offends you, or
if reading material that contains these topics violates any law or personal
or religious beliefs, you must exit now without proceeding further.

If you are under 18 years of age, you may not read this story because it is
against the law.

This story is entirely fictional, and any resemblances to actual persons
are completely coincidental.



Phalen
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	Spring Break!

	Classes were over. I didn't have a project due. And, best
of all it was a beautiful warm day.

	I didn't have anything pressing to do until tomorrow,
and I wanted to just sit and soak up the sun for a few
minutes.

	I found a spot outside one of the campus buildings, sat
down, leaned against a palm tree and decided to take it easy.
That's something that I don't have an opportunity to do very
often.

	My name is Jeff. Jeff Layson actually.  I'm a senior
studying architecture at Arizona State University, and I was
beat!  I had just finished a grueling project that I had
thankfully been able to work on alone.  The presentation had
gone well, but I was totally worn out.

	I really don't like working with a team.  No one pays
attention to what they're supposed to be doing.  They're all
chatting about this or that party, or who's been to bed with
whom.  All this talk makes me uncomfortable because
someone inevitably ends up asking me whom I'm seeing.

	"Hey pretty boy, lighten up.  Who're you sleeping
with?" someone would inevitably say.

	"C'mon, you can tell us.  Who're you doing it with?
Who's the lucky girl?"

	"Or guy?" One of the other team members mumbled.

	"Neither", I said.  "It's just me and my hand," I
responded, unable to keep myself from blushing.

	Peals of laughter.  "Well Jeffie does have a sex life after
all," crowed one of the team members.  "I'd be willing to give
your hand a rest!  And, look at that blush!  Do you suppose
he'd even know what to do with it if he had it?" she asked
everyone else.

	The problem is, she was right.  I wouldn't know what to
do with  "it."  Actually, I'm not really sure what "it" is.  I'm
totally clueless!  I guess that comes from being the youngest
child.  My brother is six years older than me, and though he
is friendly, he's never had too much time for me.  Likewise
for my parents.  They are always worn out either from work
or from dealing with my brother.  Pat has always been a
handful, and there I was, never giving anyone any problems,
the perfect boy.

	No one intend to ignore me.  It's just that I didn't seem
to require much attention, and as I said, they were worried
about what Pat would be doing next.  He never really got in
any kind of bad trouble.  He just seemed to be into one thing
after another that required dad and mom's attention.  I was
pretty much left to my own devices.

	My only problem was my looks.

	I know.  I know.  Everyone in a Nifty story is a six foot
tall blond hair blue eyed star quarterback with abs of steel,
coke can sized dick that hangs down to here, and is able to
shoot seven or eight "ropes of cum," many times a night.
And then there is the character's sexual magnetism!  That by
itself turns everyone around them into drooling idiots, not to
mention the dick.

	Well, I've got a good body, but I don't have abs of steel.
I've got dark brown hair, not blond.  My eyes are green,
rather than blue, and I'm not the star quarterback. I swim.
Then there's my dick.  It's definitely not coke can sized.  I'm
pleased with it, though I don't know what someone else
would think. No one's ever had an opportunity to comment.
And as for ropes of cum.  Well, I'm not exactly sure what
constitutes a rope.  I shoot far enough, but I don't think it
qualifies as a rope.

	It's that sexual magnetism thing that causes the
problems.  I guess I must have it.  No one will leave me
alone.

	You see, I'm a virgin.  There ... I said it, and I can almost
hear you snicker. Whatever looks and magnetism I might
have, I can't do anything about.  But having it really and
truly sucks!

	Since high school everyone's been hitting on me.  The
girls, the guys, even a couple teachers.  I never had a
moment's peace!  I can just hear you now.  "We should all
have such problems!"

	Yeah, well maybe if you had them, you'd think
otherwise.  I'm a nice guy. At least I think I am.  I can't sing,
or dance, and I'm only a mediocre athlete; but I *am* a nice
guy. I think I'll make a good architect. Oh yes, and I can
cook. I believe that I'm more than a face and a body, though
I've never stayed around someone long enough for anyone
to find out.  After a while, it's, "Jeff, let's get naked and you
can tell me all about it in bed." Or, "Gee my nipples ache.
Suppose you could let me sit on your dick and you could
massage them for me?"  That from a high school teacher!

I got out of her class quick.

Have you ever had to try and explain to a school
counselor that the reason you want to transfer from Ms.
Calligan's English class is that she wants to sit on your dick
while you massage her nipples?  It's just not something one
says.

  I feel like I'm just a piece of meat that people want to
use and then throw away.  No one has ever taken the time to
know the real me.  Maybe, I've not given them time.  I don't
know.

I yawned.

	"Why do I always seem to dwell on this," I wondered?
Maybe it was because one of the guys in class had just
cornered me in the design lab after my presentation,
ostensibly to congratulate me.  But rather than
congratulations he kind of backed me into a corner and
mumbled that he had always admired my butt and
wondered if I would like him to show me what *real*
pleasure was.  I gave him my standard, "I'm flattered, but
I'm already committed" line, and managed to escape.

	It never ends!  Maybe it's something in the water.
Makes everyone horny.

	I must have dozed off.  The combination of the warm
spring sunshine and the late nights working on that damn
project had finally caught up with me.

	"Do you bite?" I heard someone say.

	"Huh," I managed to glibly reply.  I'm not at my best
when I've fallen asleep on the ground.

	"I said, do you bite?"

	"Not on the first date," I said, without thinking.  I mean
what *was* I thinking?  I hadn't even seen who had asked
me the question, and when I did look up, I couldn't see
anything except a silhouette.  I was looking directly into the
sun.  And worst of all, I had never been on a date.  All I
heard though was a friendly laugh.

	"What about on the second date?" he said as he
squatted down to introduce himself.

	"Oh no, not another one.  I'm not up for this", I thought.
"Why are you asking?"

	"Some people I know are in one of your design classes.
They said to keep away from you.  You bite.  I thought that
unlikely, since none of them were sporting wounds.  So,
when I noticed you sitting here, I thought I'd ask.

	"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were asleep.

	"By the way, I'm Thian Johnston," the silhouette
continued, as I struggled to regain my wits.

	"I'm Jeff," I responded, taking the proffered hand as I
finally stood up.  "Damn, I must have really been out. Must
be working too hard."

	"Nah," he said with a grin.  "I think it must have been
something bad in the salad you had for lunch."

	"Wha ... How'd you know what I had for lunch?  You
been following me?" I asked.

	"No, actually I was sitting close to you when you were
having lunch over at the Commons this afternoon.  You
were looking a bit dazed," he continued.

	"Yeah, well I had a big presentation to make right after
lunch.  That's probably why I'm so beat," I said.  "I don't
really think it was the salad. Besides, I'm moving tomorrow morning, and I am little distracted by the thought of that."

	"You still going to be at school, or are you
leaving town?" Thian asked, getting serious for the first time.
"I mean, well --- I just met you, and I haven't found out if
you really bite. --- Yet," he finished with a grin, after the
pause.

	"Well, I can tell you, I've never bitten anyone," I
laughed. "And I'm not going anywhere.  I just finished
building a house, and I'm going to be shifting my stuff
during the break.  I'm dreading it, though I will finally be
away from the party animals that I live with."

	"You're not a party animal?" Thian asked.

	"Nah, I guess I'm --- I don't know.  I'm just not."  This
guy was getting me flustered.  Here I am, standing next to
one of the hottest guys I've ever seen, and after my initial
'not on the first date' quip I'm stumbling around not
knowing what to say.

	"Not what?" he began, only to be interrupted by
someone shouting his name.

	"Thian, what are you doing here?  I thought you were ---
Oh, hi, the newcomer said.  Sorry to interrupt."  He must
have noticed the blank look that I gave him, because he
announced, "Yep, we're twins," putting his arm around
Thian.  "I'm Kerin, you've already met Thian, I guess. ---
Who's the prettiest?"

	"Huh?" I thought.  I'm not normally this slow, but then
I'm not normally faced with two of the best examples of
manhood at the same time.  "Yep, I must be gay," I thought.
"Here stand two hunks, twins no less, beaming their perfect
smiles at me, asking which is the prettiest?  The only trouble
is that I was clamming up.  I didn't know what to do.  I must
have looked like some animal caught in traffic, with
nowhere to turn."

	"Look Thian, he can't make up his mind.  It's a tie!  We
both win," he laughed.

	"No, he's wondering what he's gotten himself into.  Ya
know, we can come across a little strong until someone gets
to know us.  First, I wake him up asking if he bites, and then
you come along and talk about a beauty contest."

	"You bite?" Kerin asked me, wide eyed.  "How'd you
find this out, Thian? He bite you?"

	I was beginning to think that I was the straight man in
some sort of comedy routine, or much more groggy that I
realized.  I was saved from having to figure it out when a
group of passing guys shouted, "Look, it's the pretty boy
convention.  You guys planning on who to take on next?"
one of the guys shouted good-naturedly.

	"Why, you want to take a number?" countered Kerin.  I
was thinking that I'd rather be someplace else, anyplace else.
But the guys just laughed, punching each other on the
shoulder.  They seemed embarrassed. I was just confused.

	The twins turned back to me.  I guess I must have been
showing my unease.  I didn't know what to do.  I wanted to
get to know these guys.  I almost ached, I wanted so bad to
be their friend.  They were everything that I'm not, laid back,
gregarious, funny, and outspoken.

"Look at those muscles," I thought.  "These guys could
be in one of those Nifty stories.  I'd be willing to bet that they
even have those abs of steel I've read about.  And look at
those bedroom eyes."  I was thinking that I could get lost in
those eyes when Thian grabbed my arm and turned me
around.

	"Hey Jeff, you've got all sorts of grass clippings stuck to
you," he said, and proceeded to brush them off of the seat of
my pants.  "Comes from sitting on the grass, I guess, he said
innocently."

	"Yeah, right," said Kerin.  "Jeff, he just wanted to feel
your butt. Didn't you Thian?  Me, I'm a face man.  That's
how you can tell us apart.  Well, that and a few other ways
that you'd have to get us naked to see.  But, we don't talk
about that, do we Thian?"

	I must have looked at them in shock.  "You touched
me," I said without thinking.  "Of course he touched you,
you idiot," someone inside my head yelled.  "How else was
he to get you cleaned off?  Oh, and by the way," this voice
continued, "did you happen to notice the way he cupped
your butt?  And what was that bit about having to get them
naked?"

	The twins looked at me like I was from another planet.
"Well yeah," Thian said.  "I thought you wouldn't want to go
around with grass stuck to your butt."

	"Stuck to his pants, Thian," said Kerin, "not stuck to his
butt," he said, covering the awkward moment.

	"I'm sorry guys," I said.  "Everyone's always hitting on
me and I guess that I've kinda isolated myself from people
because of it.  I tend to keep everyone at arms length.  It's
been so long since I've been casually touched like that.  I
guess you just surprised me.  Sorry," I choked out, not
meeting their eyes.

	Surprisingly, neither of them said anything.  Thian just
squeezed my shoulder and Kerin gave me a pat on the back.
I was almost in tears.  I would never have guessed that a
kind touch like they had given me could be so emotional.

	"Easy bud," said Thian quietly.  "Kerin and I both know
what you go through with people wanting to have a part of
you.  We just handle it in a different way, through humor.
That's easier for us to do, since most people think we're
pretty crazy to begin with."

	"People think he's the crazy one," said Kerin.
"Everyone says that I'm the sensible one.  Just think, being
the cutest *and* the most sensible.  God, am I blessed, or
what?" he said as he winked, easing the tension.  He seemed
able to do put me at my ease without even thinking.

	"Hey Kerin, Jeff's built himself a house and is moving
in during break," said Thian, changing the subject, much to
my relief.

	"Yeah, you guys will have to come by once I get moved.
You swim?  I've got a pool," I offered.

	"Wow, cool," said Kerin.  "That would be great!"

	We exchanged cell numbers and I told them that I had
better be going.  My roomies were having some sort of
spring break blow out bash and to avoid that, I was planning
on staying at the new house tonight, even though it didn't
have any furniture or stuff.

	"Take care Jeff," said Thian, and "congratulations on the
new house.  I'll look forward to getting the five dollar tour,"
he smiled, as he reached out and squeezed my shoulder
again.  Was it my imagination, or did he squeeze a little
longer than the first time?

	As I walked across campus and on to my new place, I
was almost in a dream state.  I had met two great guys, and
they hadn't asked to jump into bed.  Strange, the one time
that someone didn't ask, I almost wished they had.  "Yep, I
thought, you're definitely gay."

	Hell, I didn't care.  I smiled as I walked. I would have
whistled, but I can't do that either.  "He touched me," I
thought.  "Damn, that was nice.  And I'm smiling.  --- That's
nice too."

	It was only about a twenty minute walk to the house,
though I really didn't notice too much of it.  I was still
musing about the twins.  For the first time in ages I felt
happy.  Classes were out, I had just met a couple of great
guys, and I wasn't uncomfortable about being gay.  For all
my life, I had existed in some sort of nebulous existence, not
really knowing for sure what I was.  Most guys have
experimented sexually with their friends before they became
teens.  I hadn't.  Hell, the first time I had even seen another
guy naked was in high school gym class, and then for only a
few fleeting moments.  I knew that I enjoyed looking, but I
thought that was normal, kinda making comparisons or
something.

	When I'd lay in bed at night though, those brief
glimpses of naked flesh haunted me.  I wanted to run my
hands over one of those guy's chests, feeling his muscles
move under my fingers.  I wanted to tease his nipples, first
with my fingers, later with my tongue, as he would lightly
moan, pushing his chest harder against my tongue, urging
me onward.

	And what I dreamed about most often was extending
that first caress from his chest, slowly moving to his neck.  I
would dream of running my fingers through his hair, gently
touching his cheeks, running my fingers along his jaw, then
up to lightly caress his ears.  Encouraged by his closed eyes
and ragged breathing, I imagined brushing my lips against
his, softly at first, but with more intensity as he would reach
up and pull me against him.

I had never imagined an open mouth kiss until I
overheard someone talking about one to a friend between
classes one day.  Instantly, a whole new way of kissing!  I
remember stopping in the high school hallway, oblivious to
everyone around me, as I was overcome with the image of
my nightly dream kiss.  Now, my dream guy's movements
took on an added urgency as he opened his mouth, his
tongue seeking mine out.

I remember being brought back to reality by my
erection. I about shot off right there in the hallway; I was so
overcome with this new idea.

	It was easy to imagine kissing Thian, or caressing his
chest, teasing his nipples until they were hard between my
thumb and forefinger.  I could easily imagine him pulling
me closer to him whispering in my ear that he...

	"Hello!" someone said, breaking into my reverie.

	I shook my head, bringing me back to the real world
and found myself outside my house, face to face with a
person I took to be my next-door neighbor.

	"Hi, how ya doing?"  Lame, I know.  But that's all I
could come up at the moment.  Lately I was being caught too
often, daydreaming.  "I'm going to get myself into trouble if I
don't watch what I'm doing," I thought.  "Probably walk into
a parked car or something."

	"You must be our new neighbor.  I'm Larry," he said,
extending his hand in welcome.  "I've watched your house as
it was being built.  It will sure be nice to have a neighbor,
rather than that ratty vacant lot. Welcome to the
neighborhood," he finished, flashing a wide smile.

	"Thanks, I'll be moving my stuff in tomorrow morning.
My old room mates are having some sort of big celebration
party because of spring break, so I thought that I'd stay over
here, even though the place is empty."

	"You a student?"

	"Yeah, I'm a senior over at ASU.  My grandfather
recently died and left me enough money to 'build my dream
house.'  So this is it.  He never got tired of me rambling on
about what kind of house I would build for myself one day.
I never thought that he would make it possible."

	"That's cool.  Are you studying to be a contractor or
something?"

	"Architect, actually.  This is my first real project.  Want
a tour?" I asked.

	"Sure, just a sec and let me tell my wife where I'm
going.  I'll be right back," he said as he jogged to his front
door and yelled inside that he would be at the neighbors and
to call him on his cell if he was needed.

	I admired my nice looking neighbor as he jogged back
to me.  He had been working on his landscaping when I
arrived, and looked good in his university t-shirt and
jogging shorts.  I've always loved a guy in jogging shorts,
and this guy sure did look good in them with his deeply
tanned, long legs.

	"I notice that you're wearing a university t shirt," I said.
"Do you work at the school?"

	"No, I'm a lawyer, though I did graduate from ASU.
My son has just been admitted.  He'll be graduating from
high school in a couple months and will be staying in town
to go to school.  He's planning on going into architecture
too," Larry said.

	"Actually, he's been the main reason I've paid so much
attention to your house.  He's been out here bothering the
contractor since construction started, asking questions.  He is
probably as familiar with the place as you are," he said with
a shy smile.

	"You'll have to meet him," he went on.  "He'll get a kick
out of getting to see the finished building, and knowing that
you're an architect.  You'd better be prepared though; he can
get pretty enthused about your house.  Sometimes, I think
that's all he talks about.  That and baseball.  He's on his high
school baseball team.  In fact he's having a game right now,
otherwise he'd probably be here to get your tour."

	"Wow, this guy sure can talk," I thought.  I was
wondering if his clients ever had a chance to say anything.
"If you think he'll be back soon, why don't you ask your wife
to send him over when gets home," I said.  "I'd love to show
the house to you both."

	"Great idea," Larry said as he called his wife.  "He's
supposed to be home soon," Larry said, after hanging up.
"She was listening to the game on the radio.  It was over
about an hour ago."

	"Well, let's go in.  I can always show him whatever he's
missed," I said as I unlocked the courtyard door.  "You'll just
have to imagine it when it's got something in it," I said.
"This is actually the first time that I've been here since it's
been finished," I said as we crossed the courtyard and went
inside.

	"Man, this is great!" Larry said looking around.  "Hey,
you've got a pool," he exclaimed, as he crossed the living
room to look out the windows into the back yard.

	"Yeah, I love to swim.  I've never really been that good
in other sports.  But swimming, I can do." I said.

	"I hear you.  The only sport I'm good at is jogging," he
laughed.  "Keeps me in shape, though.  I'm not like Phalen.
He's the athlete.  Oh, by the way, Phalen is my son.  He's not
the typical jock though.  Kind of quiet.  But put a bat in his
hands and he becomes a star.  He's been given a scholarship
to play on the ASU baseball team," his father said proudly.

	"Say, I was wondering why you built the walls around
your back yard so tall," he said as we walked out onto the
pool deck.  I guess it's because you've got a pool, huh?"

	"Yeah, well that's part of it," I said.  "I don't want
anyone wandering in while I'm not here and getting into
trouble."

	"Well, that's understandable.  You're just being
responsible.  You said that was part of why the tall wall.
What's the other part?"

	"You sure you won't freak?" I asked.

	"I'm pretty sure," he responded.  "Don't tell me," he said
after a second.  "You're a nudist and you don't want to
provide a free show to the neighbors!" he joked.

	"Got it in one," I said.

	"Really?  Man, that's so cool," he said, surprising me
with his response.  "I went to a nude beach with the wife
once.  She hated it.  I thought it was hot!  Say, you don't have
wild nude parties, do you, with girls screaming and things?"
he asked with a slightly worried look on his face.  "This is a
pretty quiet neighborhood."

	"No, no girls screaming," I said.  "And, if I have any
parties, I'll make sure and invite you, so you won't wonder
what's happening on the other side of these tall walls," I said
with a wink.  Damn, my mouth was going to get me into
trouble someday.  Probably today, in fact.  First Thian, and
now my neighbor.  He's probably thinking I was coming on
to him!  Again, he surprised me with his response.

	"Cool, I'll bring the beer!" he laughed.  "I guess there
won't be any reason to ask what I should wear?" he quirked
his eyebrows at me.

	"Not at one of my parties," I blushed.  I wonder what
signal my bright red cheeks were sending.  "Note to self.  Get
a tan to hide the blush."

	"You like guys?" he said making me look up.

	"Huh?"

	"Do you like guys?" he said again.  "I mean sexually."

	"God Larry.  We just met," I said jokingly.

	"Oh, I'm sorry.  What with being a lawyer and all, I
guess I just assume that I can ask anything and people just
automatically answer.  It works most of the time," he
grinned.  "I wasn't hitting on you, if that's what you're
thinking.  I was asking for another reason."

	"Well, yeah, I guess I like guys.  I've lived all my life
pretty mixed up though, so I've just begun realizing what it
is that I do and don't like.  Why'd you want to know?"

	"This is going to be good," I thought.

	"Well, hum --- Oh Hell.  I was asking for Phalen, my
son."

	"Your son wants to know if I like guys?"

	"You know Jeff, you're not making this easy on me.  Is
that intentional?" he asked in his best courtroom voice.

	"Go ahead.  You're a lawyer.  You can handle it," I
joked.  What's your son got to do with whether I like guys or
not?"

	Larry looked uneasy, like he'd rather be anyplace else
than talking to me.  "Well, I think Phalen might be gay.
That's cool," he hurriedly added.  "As long as he's happy, I
don't care who he sleeps with.  But, that's just it.  I don't
think he's very happy.  He doesn't have many friends, and
none of them are girls.  I don't know what to say to him.  I've
not known too many gay guys in my life so I don't know
what the right thing is to say.

	"I've tried to make it clear to him that we love him
deeply, but I don't know if the message is getting through.
Helen and I both want him to be happy, but we don't know
what to say to him without making him think we're judging
him.  Oh, Helen in my wife.  Good woman.  A little on the
standoffish side, but a good woman.  We both think the
world of Phalen, but I'm not sure he knows that.

	"Do you know some way to help us?" he said in a
choked voice.

	"You are one outstanding father," I said as I gave his
shoulder a gentle squeeze.  I noticed that he blushed in
reaction to my touch.  "I'm sure your son already knows that
though. What would you like me to do?" I asked.

As I said it, that pesky voice in my head exclaimed,
"Whoa dude, what are you getting yourself into?  You're still
on sensory overload from those twin guys.  Don't take on
more than you can handle!"  As always though, I was able to
relegate that voice to the background.

	"I don't really know," he said, answering how he
thought I might be able to help.  "Obviously, I haven't had
much time to plan this conversation, since I've only just met
you.  "I guess; if he is gay, just let him know somehow that
it's cool with us.

	"Sounds like I'm pimping for my 18 year old son,
doesn't it," he joked, lightening the mood.  "I don't expect
you to tell me what you say to him, or how he responds.  I'm
really not some sort of fatherly voyeur.  I just want him to
know that it doesn't matter one wit, whether or not he's gay.
We love him."

	"I don't know what to say Larry."  This is pretty intense.
I mean, *really* intense.

	"I know it is," he said, wiping his eyes, which were
getting watery.  Helen thinks we should just leave things
alone and they'll work out.  I don't think that's the best
course of action.  Phalen is pretty good at hiding his mood,
but it's still there.  He doesn't seem to be unhappy -- exactly.

It's more like he's just a little sad.

"I've talked to the family doctor, and he thinks that
Helen may be right.  Just leave things alone and they'll sort
themselves out.  On the other hand, the doc says maybe I
should have Phalen see a counselor to talk about his
problems.

"I can just see it.  'C'mon kid, we're going to a counselor
to get you straightened out,'" he drawled in his best John
Wayne imitation.  "The emphasis being on *straightened*,"
he continued normally.  "What message is *that* going to
send?"

"Damn, this guy can talk," I mused.  "Probably just
nerves, or something.  Can't be easy pouring all of this out to
a virtual stranger, I'll bet."

"I'll understand . . . if you think you can't . . .do it,"
Larry trailed off.

	"No, it's not that.  I'd be happy to talk to Phalen.  It's
just that I'm only becoming aware of my own feelings.  I
may not be the very best person that you can ask," I said.

	"That's precisely the reason why I want to ask you," he
said.  "You seem like a nice guy.  I think Phalen will really
like you, and you're not jumping at the chance to meet him
just so you can have a romp in the hay.  He's a great kid, and
I don't want to see him used like that.  Like I said, you seem
like a nice guy."

	I could tell that he thought he had put his foot in his
mouth or something.  "Oh shit. I'm not saying you shouldn't
have a romp in the hay, --- that is, if you guys want to.  I
mean, I don't care.  It's just that . . . Oh hell, you know what I
mean."

	I only smiled.

	"I've got it!" he said.  "I won't push you for an answer.
If, after meeting Phalen, you may think I'm just imagining
things.  Do what you think is best for him.  I'll trust your
judgment.  Sound good?" he asked.

	"Yeah, sounds good to me.  But you're going to have to
leave it to me," I said.  "I can't just waltz in and ask him if
he's gay.  I mean, people don't do that, do they?" I winked at
him, since that is precisely what he had just done.

	"Yeah, I know," he stammered.

	I found that I liked making him blush.  Normally, it
was me who was doing the blushing.

	"Wasn't it just this afternoon that I was complaining
that people only saw me as a piece of meat and not as a nice
person?" It is truly amazing how things can change so fast.

	"C'mon, let's go see more of the house," I said, leading
the way back inside.  We hadn't gone but a few steps when
we heard someone calling.

	"Hello, is it okay if I come in?"

	"That's Phalen!  I guess he's back from the game," Larry
said as he rushed to the front door to let his son in.

	"Yeah, I guess.  If this guy's son was half as nice as his
father, I was really going to like living here," I thought.  "I
wonder if he talks as much."

	"Jeff, this is my son Phalen," Larry said as he ushered in
a wide-eyed teenager.  It was good that Phalen was looking
around because I was almost knocked over.  Larry was cute,
but Phalen was adorable, and he was trying to see everything in
the house at one time.  I don't think that he was aware of
either his father or me yet.

	"Hey Phalen, glad to meet you," I said as I offered him
my hand.

	He still wasn't with us. You could tell.  As he realized
that I had spoken to him he turned.  "Oh wow," he said so
low I almost could barely hear him.  I wasn't sure what he
was talking about so I just played along, as he shook my
hand.

	I swear I felt sparks!  And, don't say it was the
carpeting, smart-ass.

	"Your father tells me that you just got back from a
baseball game," I said with only the slightest hesitation.

	"Yeah, I mean, hi.  It's, ah --- great to meet you," he
stammered.

	I was thinking that he was as becoming as his father
when he blushed.

	Just then Larry's cell rang.  He took a quick look and
said, "Damn, the office.  Gotta go guys.  Thanks for the tour
Jeff.  See you later Phalen.  No rush to get home!"

	"Dad," Phalen said almost plaintively, as he turned,
watching his father rush out the front door.

	"Poor guy," I thought.  "He's feeling abandoned with
some stranger."

	"Hey bud, your father's been telling me what a great
guy you are.  I'm glad you're able to come by," I said trying
to get him to relax a little. "I understand that you've been
bugging the contractor to explain things about the house," I
grinned.

	"Yeah, well, I wasn't exactly bugging him --- but I
guess I *was* over here a lot," he said with the most
beautiful smile that I've ever seen.

	"Oh shit," I thought.  "I'm in love!

	Neither one of us had moved since Larry had rushed
out.  We seemed rooted to the spot, just looking at each
other.  I found myself hoping that he found me as pleasing
to the eye as I found him.  I mean this guy was drop dead
gorgeous, and as shy as they come.  It was obvious that he
didn't know what to say, or do.

	I was beginning to think that he might bolt if I didn't
take the situation in hand.

	"Well, the place is finished, and you're welcome to ask
all the questions you want. Let's go take a look around," I
said as I took his arm.  I wasn't sure that he would move if I
hadn't kinda forced the issue.

	"You know, this is the first time that I've seen the place
finished," I rambled on."  My stuff should start arriving
tomorrow.  So, for tonight I'm going to rough it," I smiled.

	And I had been thinking about how much Larry talked!

	"Ah --- dad said you're an architect," he ventured
tentatively.  "You must have designed this, I guess."

	Clearly, this boy was intimidated or something.  I've
never had that effect on people in the past.  Maybe it was
that he was just really, really shy.

	Actually, I'm still a student, though I plan on being an
architect," I said.  "Your father tells me that you're planning
on going into architecture too."

	"Yeah, I guess.  I mean I think I'm pretty good, but no
one's ever seen my stuff before.  I may be just deluding
myself."

	"Deluding?" I thought.  "Phalen's no dummy.  Let's see,
drop dead gorgeous, smart, athletic, shy, killer smile, deep
blue eyes, and oh yes, did I mention drop dead gorgeous?
This guy has it all," I thought.  That pesky voice inside,
piped up with "didn't he say that no one's seen his stuff!?"

	"Down boy," I thought.  I wasn't really sure if I was
talking to that voice, or to my dick.  Both seemed to be
taking on a life of their own.  Thankfully, he was still looking
around and didn't notice --- my erection, I mean.

	"I doubt you're deluding yourself," I said.  "You know,
if you care for something enough, you shouldn't worry
about the obstacles.  They can be overcome.  Just do what
you love.  Things will work out."  This from grandfather Jeff!
He must think that I'm ancient, spouting stuff like this.

	"You really think?"

	"Sure, you can bring some of your stuff by and we'll
take a look."

	"Cool.  Oh, wow, you've got water in the pool!" he said
excitedly as he turned toward the backyard.  "Is it okay if we
go outside?  I've always thought that this is like, the best
backyard, I've ever seen.  No one I know has a pool!

	"Oh, outstanding, you've added a hot tub too," he said
as he rushed out the doors to the deck.  "The contractor said
you had something special planned, but he then he put up
those walls and I never saw what he was talking about.  This
is so cool," he said smiling, turning around and looking at
the back yard.  "Man, I love this place," he said, then looked
at me with an abashed look in his eyes.  "I mean, it's great,"
he amended.  "I know, it's yours, so *I* can't love it --- well,
ah, you know what I mean."

	Again, that blush.

	"Hey guy, you can come over here anytime, and stay as
long as you want," I offered.  "You've most likely spent more
time in my house than I have," I smiled as I patted his back
as we went back inside.

	"You sure?" he said.  "I wouldn't want to be any trouble.
I mean, I know architecture school must be tough and all.
But it *would* be totally cool," he said shyly.

	"Yo dude," he said looking around comically.  "You
said you were staying here tonight?  Where are you going to
sleep?  What are you going to eat?  I can understand
roughing it, but this is too much!"  Laughing, he rushed from
the room, calling back, "Yep, you haven't thought this out
dude.  You don't even have any toilet paper!  Gonna hold it?
I didn't see a car outside, so I know you're not going to drive
some place, and no one delivers.  What's the plan?" he
laughed.

	Was this the same guy that only a few minutes ago
would hardly look me in the eye?  "I don't know," I admitted
with a laugh.  "I had a rough presentation at school today
and then I met a couple cool guys who kinda got me
distracted, so I must have not been thinking straight when I
came over here.  My old roomies are having some big party
tonight, and all I could think of was avoiding that.  Well
that, and I was kinda excited about the house too," I
admitted.  "Then I met your father, and now you.  My day's
been pretty full," I said, "not to mention all the thoughts
messing with my brain."

	"What kind of thoughts," he asked wide eyed.
"Something wrong?"

	"No Phalen, nothing's wrong.  In fact things are about
the best they've ever been in my whole fucking life --- except
for that toilet paper thing, ya know?"  I laughed.

	"No problemo, I gotcha covered," he laughed as he
headed for the front door.  "Just hold it for a couple and I'll
be right back with the goods," he yelled as he ran out of the
house.

	"Phalen, nothing's urgent!" I called.  But I don't think he
heard me.

	Sighing, I looked around me.  "Fuck," I thought.  "It
*would* be nice to have a chair."

I smiled as I walked around the house, trying to take
the whole thing in.   I had wandered out to the back yard
when I heard him shouting.

"Jeff, I'm back! And, am I loaded!" he laughed.  "Dad
must have had the same thoughts as me, 'cause he had a
whole shit-load a stuff waiting at the front door!  Look," he
pulled out something from one of the bags and held it aloft.
"Ta da!  Toilet paper, he giggled.  Now you can camp out
without too much inconvenience.

"Damn, what was dad thinking?" he said, as he
continued pulling stuff from the bags he had carried in.  "He
must have been like, reading my mind.  Everything I was
thinking of is already here.  Look, even an air mattress, so
you don't have to sleep on the hard floor," he laughed.

It was so funny, watching him pull stuff out of the bags.
A little like watching a young child at Christmas.  He was
having a great time.

"And then there's this, Phalen said as he held up a six
pack of beer, looking at me strangely.  Dad handed it to me
as I was leaving the house and told me to have a good time.
Jeff, that's totally weird.  He's never done anything like that
before.  I mean, I didn't even know we had any beer in the
fucking *house*, and here he hands me a six-pack and tells
me to have a good time!  Totally weird.  I wonder what's
going on."

"Well, let's not worry about it," I said, though I thought
I had a pretty good idea of Larry's motives.  Let's order a
pizza and have a beer.  What do you say?"

"Way cool," he said as he high fived me.  Whatever's
going on, I like it."  He grinned at me as he opened one of
the beers and took a drink.

"I'd ask you to have a seat --- if I had one to offer," I
teased.  Unless, of course, your dad hid a couple
inflatables in one of those bags you just brought in."

He comically rummaged around in the bags, declaring,
"nope, no chairs in here, just the air mattress.  Tell you what.
You order the pizza and I'll get this thing inflated.  I think."  I
watched him struggle with the mattress, while I called in the
pizza order.

"What's happening, Phalen?  Can't figure which end to
blow in?"

"Shit, he laughed, I guess I shoulda been in the scouts.
Maybe I would have gotten one of those how to inflate an air
mattress badges or something.  It can't be this difficult!"  He
was laughing so hard at his inability to get the thing inflated,
that he had to sit on the floor, or fall down.

"Phalen, I said squatting down and taking him by the
shoulder.  "Have you ever had a beer before?"

"Nope, he giggled.  You think I'm drunk?  I haven't
even finished the first beer. I can't be drunk!  No one gets
drunk on half a beer --- do they?"  He didn't wait for my
answer, but started laughing again.

"No, normally half a beer isn't enough to have this
effect," I said.  "Your dad, said you'd played in a baseball
game before coming over here, right?"

"Yep," he giggled.

"Did you have anything to eat after the game?"

"Nope," he tried to say seriously.  "You mean I'm
drunk?" he laughed.  On half a beer?  Well, that explains
why I feel so fucking good!" he crowed.  I haven't felt this
good in --- ever," he exclaimed, laughing harder.

"You okay?" I said as he took another long swallow
from the can.

"Yep, I'm damn good," he answered.  "I'm having the
best time ever," he continued, giggling.  "I'm sitting here
with a totally hot dude.  Why wouldn't I be having a good
time?"

"Oops," he said as he covered his mouth and looked at
me with a guilty expression.  "Sorry Jeff, I didn't --- well, I ---
um.  Fuck, I've just gone and spoiled everything!  I'm sorry,
for what I said."

"Sorry for what," I said gently, as I squatted down and
rubbed his back.  "I think you're pretty hot yourself."

"Wha --- You do?  Then you're not mad?"

"Who'd ever complain about being called, 'hot'," I
teased, as he seemed to relax a little.  "No, I'm not upset.  I
think it's totally cool.

It was my day for being interrupted however.  As I
continued to rub my hand over his back, the doorbell rang.

"Must be the pizza," he said quietly.

"Yeah, must be," I said without really thinking about it.
I just kept rubbing.

"Do you think one of us should go answer the door," he
giggled, still feeling the effects of the beer, as he leaned into
my back rub.

"Oh shit!  I guess so," I said as I scrambled to make it to
the door before the pizza guy thought he'd been stood, up
and drove off with our dinner.

"Hey Phalen, let's eat out by the pool," I said as I
brought the pizza back into the house.  He was still sitting
on the living room floor surrounded by all the stuff that
Larry had sent over, looking a little bewildered.  "C'mon
guy, get your butt up and let's go outside.  Can't let this baby
get cold," I said as I headed toward the back yard.  "You can
bring the beer.  And by the way, finish the can you've
already opened.  I like a giggling Phalen, way better than a
quiet one," I teased.  "You okay?"

"Yep, I'm good," he laughed as he got to his feet,
grabbed the beer and followed me outside.

We both stood there for a second wondering what to do
since there was really no place to sit down and spread out
our dinner.  "I know what I'm going to do," I said as I sat the
pizza down by the edge of the pool and started to take off
my shoes.  "I'm going to dangle my feet in the water while
we eat. C'mon, get those trainers off and have a seat.  The
water's good."

"Trainers?" he asked.  "You mean, like my shorts or
something?"

"No, not your shorts!" I said laughing.  "Your tennis
shoes.  Where I grew up, that's what they're called.  Sorry,
sometimes I forget what words to use."

"Oh, trainers huh?  I like that.  By the way, where did
you grow up?  I've noticed that you have some sort of
accent, so I figured that you're not from around here, but I
can't guess where," he said as he stripped off his shoes and
sat down beside me with his feet in the water, bare leg close
to mine.  "Um, pepperoni, my favorite," he mumbled around
his first bite of pizza.  "I didn't know how hungry I was," he
laughed.  "So, where you from?"

"Yes, he's his father's son alright.  Once he's wound up,
he kind of goes onto autopilot.

"Well, I was born in Los Angeles, I said, but my dad
was transferred to Finland soon afterward.  So, my mother
brother and I went along.  I lived there until coming to
college here a couple years ago.  I grew up speaking both
English and Finnish, but I'm told that I speak both with an
accent.  Kinda makes me exotic, don't you think?" I said as I
raised my eyebrows in query.

"Jeff, you're crazy," he said as he punched me on the
shoulder and reached over me to grab another piece of
pizza.

"Yep, that would be me," I said.  "Crazy Jeff with the
funny accent."

"No, it's not funny, he said quickly.  I like it, even when
I don't know what you're talking about," he finished with a
smile, reaching down to the water and splashing me.

Like I said before, I'm in love.

"Hey boy, don't start that kind of shit with the water
unless you're man enough to take the consequences!" I
teased.  "You just might find yourself over your head, so to
speak!"

"Over my head?!  Yeah, right.  Like, who's gonna stop
me --- you?" Again, another splash of water.  "I'm a jock, ya
know," he said in a low voice, trying to be serious, then
striking a pose to show me his biceps, again breaking into a
spate of giggling; spoiling the effect he was trying to create.
"Guys don't mess with me unless they want to be taught a
lesson they'll never forget!"  Again, the laughing.  He was
having a difficult time even sitting up, let alone carrying out
his tough man act, he was laughing so hard.

"What kind of lesson is that, tough boy?" I said, playing
along.  "You have something you think you can teach me?
You may be some sort of jock, but remember, I come from
the cold north, where men are men --- and, um --- and,
everyone shivers," I finished, laughing, and splashing him
with water.

"I'll teach you what it means to shiver," he said as he
reached over and grabbed me, pushing me onto my back.
Caught by surprise, I wasn't totally able to roll out of his
way, as he attempted to pin me to the ground.  "Whoa, the
tough jock missed," I taunted as I tried to sit up.  This time,
he was able to grab my arm and wrestle me onto my back,
and directly on top of the pizza.

"Hey dude, I'm sitting on the pizza!" I laughed,
attempting to push him off.

"Yeah, right," he said.  "Some guys will say anything to
keep out of the clutches of super jock he shouted, attempting
to straddle me, keeping me pinned to the pizza.

"Well, I'm not one of 'em," I laughed as I pushed him off
of me, backwards and directly into the pool.

"Whoa, shit," he laughed as he came up for air.  "Good
thing I took off my trainers, huh?" he said as he grabbed my
feet and began dragging me into the water.

"C'mon Jeff, it's only fair.  I'm wet, you should be too!"

I didn't follow the logic of that, but I was able to stop
him long enough to grab my wallet and keys and throw
them far away from the pool.  I then shook off his grip, stood
up and dived into the water.

Phalen swam up to me as I surfaced.  "You're too much
Jeff," he laughed as he tried to push me under.  As I was
going down, I grabbed him and pulled him with me.  We
both came up laughing.

I was wondering if Larry was able to hear us.  I'm not in
the house but a couple hours and I'm in the back yard
screaming --- with his son, no less.  So much for the quiet
neighborhood.

"Hey Jeff, what's this stuck to your back?" he said as he
turned me around, and I tried to look to see what he was
talking about.

"Must be the pizza," I laughed.  "I told you I was on top
of it, but you wouldn't let me up, remember?  That's what
this stuff that's floating in the water is --- pepperoni!  Hey,
Phalen, you made me get pepperoni in my new clean pool!"

We were both laughing so hard, looking at those little
pieces of pizza floating around, I didn't realize that he had
grabbed me and was urging me to take off my shirt.

"C'mon Jeff, get out of that shirt, or you're only going to
make a bigger mess," he said as he tugged the shirt over my
head and threw it over to the side.  "There, that's better.
Turn around, let's take a look," he said, as he gripped my
shoulder.  "Nope, that's not all of it," he said when I had
turned around.

I looked back over my shoulder, but couldn't see
anything other than him looking serious.  "What ya mean,
'that's not all?'" I said.

"Dude, you got those pepperoni's and sauce all over
you!  Damn, you're a mess.  Here, get out of those shorts.
You're gonna pollute the water with all that pizza sauce,
then neither of us will be able to swim," he laughed as he
grabbed my shorts in an effort to get them off.

"Hey Phalen, maybe we had better just quit for a few
minutes," I temporized, trying to figure out a way to hide
my erection.  That was going to be pretty difficult if he got
my shorts off.  I was freeballing, so there would be nothing
left to the imagination.

He wouldn't be put off though.  "Nope, we gotta get
these things off.  You said *I* was getting your pool dirty.
It's not me.  You're the one that was laying on the pizza," he
laughed as he struggled with me to get my shorts off.

"Well, okay, you sure you won't be shocked?" I said in
mock seriousness.

"Shocked?  I doubt it.  What do you have under there
anyway?  Hey Jeff, hurry up, you're polluting the water," he
laughed as he slid under water to pull the shorts down my
legs.  I just stood there and let him, too aware of my rock
hard dick, now bare in the water.

I began to think that he was taking a little long with the
shorts.  I had already stepped out of them, but he was still
underwater.  I just stood there, not sure what to do.  All of a
sudden, he surfaced with a big splash grabbing onto
me to keep from going over backward.  "Holy shit, Jeff, you
are freeking beautiful!" he yelled, as he held on to me throwing my shorts over to the deck.  "Like I said before, you
are one totally hot man!  Why no underwear," he said
grinning.  "Not that I'm complaining.  I think it's hot."



"Hey guy," I said.  "This is getting a little intense for
me."

"Oh, sorry, I thought you were having fun," he said,
instantly contrite.

"Shit Phalen."  I am having fun.  Too much.  I mean
when you were underwater, wasn't it obvious that I was
having fun?  All you needed to do was take one look and
you'd see how much fun I'm having.  It's just that --- well --- I
don't know.  It's just intense."

"C'mon Jeff, don't get all choked up on me.  Look, I'm
having fun too, he said as he grabbed my hand and placed it
against his crotch.  "There, feel that?  You think I'm going to
freak on you or something just cause you're hard?

I was about ready to pass out.  Here I am, standing
chest deep in the pool with a raging erection, and he's taken
hold of my hand and is pressing it against his equally hard dick.  I
was wondering what Larry would say if he knew how the
evening was turning out.

"Phalen, I said," not taking my hand away.  "I hate to
admit this to you, but this entire scene is new to me.  I'm not
sure what to do."  That was really difficult to say.  I was sure
that he was going to laugh, and I couldn't have handled that.

"You mean you like girls? Or is this the first time you've
been with a guy?" he said quietly.  He still had a tight grip on
my hand as he pushed it against his shorts-clad penis.  He
was holding onto my shoulder with his other hand to help
keep his balance.  He's shorter than me, so he couldn't stand
on the bottom of the pool like I was.

"It's the first time that I've ever done anything like this -
-- at all, I admitted," not looking up.  "I'm embarrassed."

"Why babe? Why be embarrassed with me?  I don't
know about you, but I'm a freeking virgin," he said quietly.
I've never even touched another guy and it's about killed
me.  I mean, I'm so out of it, I don't even know the
name of the game," he smiled.

"I'd never have guessed," I laughed.  "You certainly got
me out of my clothes fast enough.

"Yeah, well, let's blame it on the beer." he said grinning.

"You know something I'd like to do?" he said as he
slowly moved closer to me.  I'd like to see if I can taste the
pizza on your lips.  You think you'd like that sexy man?" he said as his
breath mixed with mine.

"Fuck, yeah," I sighed, as he nuzzled my neck, gently
licking his way over my jaw and finally brushing his soft lips
against mine.  I just stood in the warm water, holding him
close as he slowly licked my lips, becoming more insistent as
he went on.

"Oh Phalen, this is so cool," I whispered as he mumbled
a response and pulled me even closer, wrapping his legs
around me so he wouldn't have to work to keep his balance.

"Oh babe," he whispered, as he played with my hair
and began licking one of my ears.  "You're the reason it's
great.  I knew from the moment I saw you that I wanted to
kiss you," he said as he again started to lick my lips.  Finally,
his tongue entered me, and he slowly made love to my
mouth.  We were both moaning as he held me even tighter
with his legs.

We kissed slowly, savoring each sensation as we
explored each other's tongues.  Since he had first kissed my
neck I had been enjoying this with my eyes closed, letting
him do whatever he wanted.

After a while, he pulled back slightly and sighed.  I looked up
to see a twinkle in those blue eyes. As a string of saliva still
connected us, he whispered, "Hella good kisser, you are Jeff.
Couldn't ask for better," he said as he quickly kissed the end
of my nose.

"Let's get out of the pool.  I'm getting cold," he said.  "I
want to lay next to you, skin to skin and taste some more of
your mouth.  Deal?"

"Good deal, Phalen, though I don't think I'll last long, if
you're laying next to me naked."

"That's cool, I'm bout ready to shoot just standing here, and I don't want to do that.  I'd like to shoot off
together, rubbing against each other, as we're making out,"
he said as he unwrapped his legs from around my waist and
pulled me close to him.  "Besides," he chuckled; I won't be
next to you.  I'll be on top of you." I could feel his hard dick
pressing against mine.  I wondered if he could feel
mine jump as he whispered what his plans were.

I was able to swim to the edge of the pool.  Poor Phalen,
laden down with his clothes, had a more difficult time.  By
the time he got to the edge, I was on the deck and was
reaching out to give him a hand.

"Just a minute. Stand up and let me see what my lover
looks like," he said.

"I self consciously stood up so he could see naked.  My
dick sticking straight out, drooling in anticipation of
what was to come."

"Absolutely freeking beautiful," he said, so only I could
hear.  "Move closer," he said as he pointed where he wanted
me to stand.  "Now, squat down.  C'mon, squat down right
here in front of me," he insisted, seeing my hesitation.

I moved to where he had told me to stand and slowly
squatted down facing him.

"That's it babe," he crooned as he leaned over and gave
a long slow lap of his tongue across the head of my dick.
"Yum," he said licking his lips with a smile.  "Way better
than pizza --- for sure."

I stood up quickly.  "You can't do that again, or I'll
shoot off in your mouth," I said.

"Time enough for that later," he laughed.  "And believe me, big man, I'm looking forward to it."

"You sure you've never done this before?" I asked.  "You
seem to know what you're doing."

"Nope, this is a first," he said as I reached down and
helped him out of the pool.  "You're just inspiring --- most
definitely," he continued. --- "Way good."

"I'm yours," I teased.

"Yeah, and I hope to keep it that way," he whispered in
my ear as he again took me in his arms.  "Damn, it's cold out
here," he said as we broke our kiss.  "Get your sweet butt
back in the house and let's see if dad packed us a couple
towels so we can get dried off."  As he started toward to the
door, he stopped, "Oh, wait.  I can't go inside dripping wet.
C'mere Jeff help me get out of these clothes," he said with a
lewd grin.  "Hurry up, my balls are bout ready to burst!"

I wanted to take my time and undress him slowly, so I
could remember it.  He had other ideas, as he was bouncing
up and down on the balls of his feet.  "Hurry up dude, I need
to get naked, quick!"

"You're acting like you've gotta pee," I teased.  "All that
bouncing around."

"Shit no, Jeff.  I tell you my balls are bout ready to burst.
I need to cum, like bad," he said as he shucked off his t-shirt
and undid the buckle and zip on his shorts.  "Take 'em off
man, he said urgently, I need to get naked and get you in my
arms.  I'm going crazy here and you want to go slow.  Now's
not the time!"

Finally, he stepped out of his shorts and jock and stood
there naked.  I guess he realized that I had stopped to
admire him, because he held his arms out and turned
around once slowly, penis standing proudly from a dense
pubic bush and heavy balls.  I couldn't think of anything to
say, he was so perfect.

He didn't wait, "Yep, I'm beautiful, just like you!" he said with a chuckle.  Now, let's get inside, I'm hurting here!  How can you be so calm?"
He laughed as he rushed into the living room and began
searching through the bags Larry had sent over, looking for
a couple towels.  "Ah ha!" he exclaimed.  "Dad, once again to
the rescue, he shouted as he threw me a towel.  Instantly, he
said, "wait, let me do it," and he started briskly rubbing me
down.

I was trying to do the same to him, but it was tough.
After he had finished with me and I was working on him he
yelled, "Oh shit, the fucking air mattress!  I never did get the
thing inflated, and here I am bout to burst!  Help, Jeff!  You
know how to work this thing?"

"As a sexy guy I know, once said, 'no problemo.' All you
have to do is turn this dial and it inflates itself."

"How quick is it?" he asked anxiously as he was again
bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.  I went over
to take him in my arms, but he moved away.

"Back off Jeff!  You touch me and I'm gonna shoot.  I'm
almost there just looking at you.  If you touch me, I'm a
gonner.  C'mon, come on," he urged the air mattress.

Quite a site he was, bouncing lightly urging the air
mattress on, as it slowly inhaled.  With each bounce his thick
dick bobbed up and down.  As the air mattress was close to
being fully inflated, he faced me and said seriously, "Dude, if the
damn front door bell rings, or the phone rings, or anything
else happens, you're going to ignore it!  Hear me?  You are
mine tonight, and no way am I going to share you with
anyone.  Got it?"

"Yes sir," I responded with a grin.

"Good, now get your cute butt over here and let's get
busy.  Oh, first turn out the light.  The moon will let us see
what we're doing."

He was full of himself, this shy son of Larry's, giving
orders and all.  The 'cute butt' comment made it okay,
though.

"C'mon Jeff, shake a leg!  I'm waiting!"

Indeed he was.  As I found the light switches to douse
the lights, (remember this is a new house and I don't know
where everything is yet) and turned around he was already
laying on the air mattress with his legs spread, his dick
showing every beat of his heart.  I hurried back to him and
knelt down near the air mattress.

He didn't wait for me to even get all the way down
before he reached up and pulled me down on top of him.

I was in heaven.  That's all I could think.  "Damn, Jeff,
you've died and gone to heaven."  Phalen was finished with
the waiting, and with the talking.  He put his arms around
me and we wrestled until he was resting the entire length of
his body on top of mine, with our tongues doing battle.
Gone was the slow love making that we had experienced
when in the pool.  This was a frenzy, the final release of
years of waiting.

Phalen grabbed my hands, twining his fingers with
mine, and pushed my arms above my head.  He held me in
place with his hands. As our tongues slid against each
other's, he roughly ground our two dicks together.

It didn't take but a few moments of this before we both
started gasping for breath.  We knew that we were both
close, and our lovemaking became even more frenzied, as
our sensitized dicks rubbed against each other's.  Finally,
Phalen thrust his tongue deep into my mouth, moaning, and
as he gave a few final lunges against me, we both shot off;
mixing each other's cum together as our passion wound
down.

Phalen continued a slow motion rocking, as he began
kissing my neck, then my cheek and finally gently pressing
his lips against my closed eyes.

"Jeff," he whispered.  "That was way awesome.  Better
than I had ever thought it could be.  I could easily become
addicted to you --- ya know?" he said as he winked and gave
me another kiss while he squirmed around on top of me.

"Way slippery dude!" I said.  "What do you think we
should do about it?

"I think we should lay here a little longer.  I don't want
to get up yet," he complained.

"Who said anything about getting up?  I want to taste
what we shot.  Sound good?"

"Cool, he said, reenergized.  Quickly he moved off of
me, turned around, and slowly we began to clean each
other.  At last, he managed to find my mouth and we
continued the long sensuous kiss that had begun in the pool.



~End - Chapter One ~

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