Date: Wed, 29 Dec 1999 05:33:17 -0500
From: TJ (BiDadWriter@yahoo.com)
Subject: Love for a Lifetime, Chapter 4

Disclaimers: The following is a work of fiction. Meaning, that, the people
and events are not real, and never happened, except in my mind.  All the
other usual stuff applies.  If you shouldn't be here, don't read it.  If
you don't like it, why are you here?  Comments appreciated, flames deleted.

That said....

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I stayed at our youth pastor's house that Saturday night.  He offered
to talk to me, but I told him I was talked out.  He also told me
about a singlewide trailer he knew of for rent, and had already
called the owner.  He told the owner that he had a high school
senior, upstanding student, who had an unfortunate fall out with
his parents, and had been kicked out.  Pastor Scott told the man
that he personally would vouch for me, if the man would consider
renting to me, and, possibly a roommate.  He said he would be glad
to help out a friend of the pastors'.  So, without having to look,
I had a place to stay.

The following day Jim met me at church.  We sat together at
the back, and ignored all the looks, and the whispers.  After church
was over, he came with me to Pastor Scott's where the three of us
had lunch together, along with Pastor Scott's fiancée', Patti.  Over
lunch he questioned us about our relationship, both emotional and
physical.  He explained that the way we had been holding each other
naked could, in our specific circumstances, be considered sex.  I
told him that in my mind, and Jims, sex meant penetration.  We
had actually been careful to not touch each other's dicks with our
hands.  Just the rubbing each other, lying together naked.

After lunch he and Patti loaded us up in his car and took us to see
the trailer.  It was on the outskirts of town, but still in the city
limits.  There was even a sidewalk in front if it.  Jim noted
that he would still be able to get up and run in the morning if we
lived there.

Scott pulled out the key and opened the door.  It really wasn't much
to look at.  It was furnished like a typical trailer would have been.
Metal table and chairs in the kitchen, old beat up couch and chairs
in the living room, an old TV, each bedroom had a full sized double
bed, and a dresser, and that was all you could fit in there.  It was
old, and tired looking, and the green carpet on the floor was beyond
ugly, but it was livable.  I looked at Jim and he was just beaming.

"Our first house," he said.  You could hear the pride in his voice.

"So you want it?" Scott asked.

Jim looked at me and said," You betcha we want it!! How soon can
we move in?"

We went that afternoon to sign the lease.  I told Mr. Williams, the
landlord, that if he wanted an adult co-signer, my mom would do that.
He said that Scott's request was enough.  I told him I'd have to go
to the bank the following day to draw out the money.  He said that
would be fine.  He did lay down some ground rules.  No drinking, no
parties, no pets, no children.  He laughed when he said that,
guessing that neither of us was a daddy yet.  We said no.  He gave
us the keys without any money.  I was going to have to lay out $900
though.  First month's rent, last month's rent, and a $300 security
deposit.  Fortunately for us, water, electric and basic phone were
included.  He would bring the phone bill around every month if there
were any long distance charges.

We thanked him, and then headed over to start unpacking my stuff.
It took a lot longer to get it out of the car than it did getting
it in there.  But Jim and I worked at getting my stuff put away
in the "master" bedroom.  He borrowed my car to go pick up a load of
his stuff, and while he was away, I called Pastor Scott, and thanked
him for his help.  I also asked him to call Fred or my mom to let
them know where I was, and what the phone number was.

He called me back a while later and told me to expect Fred, Caroline,
and my mom later that evening.  Jim drove up right after that,
and we got busy getting his stuff in the house.  We put his stuff in
the "master" bedroom too, with our over flow clothes in the guest
bedroom.

About 5:30pm mom, Fred and Caroline showed up.  Mom had been crying,
and Fred looked a little ruffled too.  They had had a run in with dad
about coming over here.  He was at home, getting drunk, my mom said.
I noticed that nobody but Fred made it to church that morning.  They
had been arguing.

I told my mom I was sorry, but even an apology would not fix the fact
that my dad had hit me.  I wasn't holding a grudge, but I wasn't
going to forget anytime soon either.

They dropped off the stuff Fred had hidden for me, and mom gave me
some grocery money.  She told me she was still mad at me, and Jim,
but that she was dealing with it.  She had tears in her eyes as they
left.  As soon as the door closed behind them, I burst into tears.
Jim pulled me into his arms and just held me, and let me cry.
You know, he and I work well this way.  When I need him to be strong,
he is.  When he needs me to be strong, I am.  We've almost always been there
for each other.  It's a very comforting feeling.

The next week at school was difficult, at best.  I guess one of our
classmates worked at the restaurant where the fight broke out,
because the whole school knew about Jim and me.  My dad called
in sick that day, very unusual for him.  Both Jims and my lockers
had "faggot" spray painted on them when we got to school.  I left it
there, as a reminder to everybody who walked past it of the face of
hate and bigotry.

Jim and I were basically ostracized.  Even people who I thought
were our close friends wouldn't talk to us.  At lunch the first day
I was almost in tears.

"Don't let them get to you, babe," Jim said.  "You're bigger than
they are.  Don't let their petty attitude get you down."

"I'm trying, Jim.  I really am.  It's just so hard."

About that time Fred and Caroline showed up and sat down with us.

"Just so you know, we still love you two, and plan to hang with you,
regardless.  Unless you don't want us to," said Fred.

"Thanks guys. You can't know what that means to TJ and me," Jim
said.

"I have an idea, Jimmy Lee," said Caroline.  "Fred and I are getting the
cold shoulder quite a lot today as well.  So we may as well hang out
with some real friends."  As she said that, she put her hand on my
shoulder and squeezed it gently.

The rest of the week was a repeat of Monday, except, my dad did come
back to work.  It was a hard week.  Even at the grocery store, people
were looking, and whispering.  I just kept my mind on my job, and on
my Jim, who would meet me at home every night.

We slept together every night, just holding each other closely.  We
slept naked, with a big box of Kleenex beside the bed!!  It was great
having him in my arms, just holding him and kissing him.  He was
always so gentle and caring.  We would shower together, because we
could.  We did everything together in our house.  We did everything
we could to make it OUR home.

Jim and his dad were having a VERY strained relationship, but
his mom, like mine, was dealing with things better.  And Mr. Mason
understood why Jim moved in with me.  Even if he didn't agree,
and didn't want Jim there with me, he understood.

I was still pissed at my dad.  I kept thinking that if he weren't
such a hot head, things would be different.  And the more I thought
about my dad, the madder I got.  Here he was, Mr. Liberal himself,
staunch Democrat, wanting equality for everybody, and federal
programs for everything.  And I'd even heard him say about gays
before he found out about me, "If that's what they want, who am I
to tell them they can't live that way.  Just as long as they're
private about their sex life, like I am mine."

What a hypocrite, I thought.  He'd make a statement like that, but
then kicks his own son out of the house when he finds out he's gay.
It really made my blood boil when I thought about it, so I tried
hard not to.

Thanksgiving was the following weekend.  I knew I was not going to
be welcome at my house, or the Masons, but I told Jim that I
wanted him to spend the day with his family.  He balked at first,
but thought that he might be able to make some inroads with his
dad if he were there.  I told him I hoped so.

That was the loneliest day of my life.  It was my first holiday away
from home, especially for the reason I was away from home.  My mom
did call while my dad was taking a dump, so she could only talk a
minute.  She told me she loved me, that she missed me, and was sorry
I couldn't come home.  I told her I'd be ok, not to worry.  As soon
as she hung up, I cried, for a very long time.  I was so lonely that
I hurt.  I looked at the clock, and it was only a little after one.
Jim wouldn't be home until after six.  I just went to bed, and
set the alarm for five, so I could get up, shower and make myself
presentable for when he got home.

He came home a little early, and brought a goodie plate from his mom.
She was feeling sorry that she had not insisted that they allow me
to come be a part of their celebration.  I told Jim that it was
ok, and I was glad I wasn't there.  He said that he and his dad had
a long talk. He told his dad how he felt about me, how I felt about
him, our hopes and dreams.  He said he thought that his dad was
finally seeing, like my mom did, that we were in this for the long
haul.  He said that while his dad understood better, he still was
far from happy, and still preferred that I not come over there just
yet.

We got up the next morning, Jim went for his morning run while
I took a shower and started breakfast.  Breakfast was almost ready
when he got back.  I kept it warm on the stove while he finished his
shower and got dressed.

"I love living with you," he said as he ate.

"Yea, it's pretty cool being with you day in and day out," I replied.

"I hope you don't ever get bored with me, " he said.

"Me get bored with you? That'll be the day!"

"I just worry sometimes, that you might meet someone you like better."

"How would I know?" I replied.  "I only have eyes for you.  Even if
I met someone, I wouldn't think of him that way.  You're the only guy
for me.  You're the only person for me.  If anything happened to you,
my life would be over.  I couldn't go on without you."

"You know, I feel the same way about you, but, it is nice to hear it
once in a while," he said.

"I'm sorry, love," I responded.  "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I loved
you this morning."

"That's not what I'm talking about," he said.  "You did tell me you
loved me.  It just reaffirms to me that we're in this together, for
the long haul, when you tell me how important I am to you.  It makes
me feel better about myself, like I matter."

"Whoa, baby!!  Where's this low self image crap coming from?" I asked.

"It's not low self-image, I feel good about myself.  It just makes me
feel even better, knowing that I make you feel that way about me.
I'm in love, what can I say," he said as he leaned over the table and
kissed me on the cheek.

"By the way, you're an awesome cook, babe," he said.

I blushed.  It was so sweet of him.

We went shopping that day for household stuff we needed.  The crowds
were horrible!  (We forgot that it was the day after Thanksgiving!)
We finally made it back home, and got all our stuff unpacked.  I was
going to have to go to the laundromat, so we decided to make that our
date that night.  We made sandwiches, scarfed them down, and headed
out.  We saw a couple of kids from school while we were there, but
they avoided us like the plague.  Oh, well, we would learn to deal
with it.

We finally got back home, got everything put away, and jumped in the
shower together.  We had agreed that we were still waiting for a
special moment.  I knew what I wanted that moment to be, but had
not yet asked Jim about it, and right now was not the moment.

As we stepped into the shower, it was readily apparent that  both
of us were horny.  I knew that the day was coming when I would take
my man in my mouth and up the ass, but I knew that the time was
still not right.

"I know you're not ready yet," Jim started, "but I can't wait
to make love to you."

"I know, baby.  Me too.  But, there is something we can do," I said.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Well, for starters, I can wash you," I said, with a sexy smile.

I took the wash cloth, soaped it up real good, and started with his
face, washing him gently.  When I finished his face, I made him
rinse it.  I washed in and around his ears, then his neck, rubbing
gently, but firmly.  I could feel his dick, hot and throbbing,
pressing against me as I worked on him.  Again, I made him rinse,
while I rinsed out the cloth, and soaped it up again.  I went back
to work, this time on his shoulders and arms, being sure to clean
his pits very well.  He was moaning a little as I washed him.  I
was trying to make it as erotic as I could.  Next was his chest,
and stomach.  I was rubbing his nipples, one at a time, in little
circles, and, apparently, the cloth was almost more than Jim
could stand (I've learned that his nipples are SUPER sensitive,
especially when wet) and he was breathing hard now.  I turned him
around, and began washing his back, not letting him rinse the front
before I started his back.  He has a wonderfully broad back, strong,
and masculine.  I worked my way down his back, and washed his hips,
but not his butt cheeks.  I told him to rinse, front and back.  He
started breathing a little easier as he rinsed.

"You know you almost made me cum when you were messing with my
nipples," he said.

I looked up at him, put on my best innocent face, and said, "Really?
I almost did that to you?"

"You little shit!" he laughed.

"Turn around, you big shit," I said back.

He turned around, and I washed his legs, being very careful not to
touch his dick or balls as I washed near his groin area.  I washed
his feet especially carefully, making sure each space between each
toe was completely clean.  After washing both legs, I made him rinse
again, then told him to turn around again.

I just stared at his ass a minute.  I had dreamed of making love to
him many times, and knew that one day I would.  I reached up, and
started gently washing his cheeks, dipping ever so slowly towards
his crack.  I finally got my hand between his cheeks, and alternately
rubbed softly, and then firmly, his whole crack.  I started paying
special attention to his rose bud, rubbing gently at first, and then
harder and harder, making small circular motions.  Jim bent over,
reached back and spread his cheeks so I could get closer.  I cleaned
him very well, even sticking my washcloth covered finger slightly up
his hole.  He was moaning and bucking against my hand.  I leaned back
out of the way of the water, and as the water cascaded over his crack,
I used my bare hand to "help" wash away the soap.  Jim was moaning
and bucking his hips, trying to suck my fingers up his hole.  I
grabbed him by the hips, and turned him around.

After soaping up the cloth again, I washed the inside of his legs,
and then gently massaged his balls with the soapy cloth.  He was
breathing hard again, and I knew I was going to make him cum.  I
slowly moved the soapy cloth off of his balls, and started "washing"
his dick.  I knew that I was jerking him off with the cloth, but who
cares!!!  It only took about four passes with the cloth on his dick,
and he tensed up.  I pulled the cloth away from his dick, just in
time to see him start spurting volley after volley of thick, white,
creamy cum all over himself, and me.  He was groaning, and reached
down to pump himself while he finished cumming.  There was cum
everywhere!!  All over his dick, in his pubes, on his chest, in
my hair, on my face.

"That was wonderful," he panted.  I stood up, washed his cum off
my face, and let him rinse off.  I pushed his head under the stream,
got his hair wet, and then lathered him up, gently washing his hair
for him.  He rinsed, and then said,  "Your turn."

He started with my hair, since there was cum all in it.  Then he
washed me, just like I had done him.  By the time he got to my balls
and dick, I knew he was going to make me cum as well.  When he
grabbed my dick with that washcloth, I thought I had died and gone
to heaven.  When I started cumming, it was the most intense orgasm
I had ever had.  I was weak kneed when it was over.

We rinsed off, got out and toweled each other off and headed for bed.

"That was awesome," Jim said.

"I know you are," I responded.

"Well, you're awesome too," he said, " but that was the most intense
orgasm I have ever had."

"Me too."

"I love you, baby," he said.

"I love you, too." I replied.

And we drifted off to sleep.
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Well, that's all for now.  What do you think so far?  I appreciate
all the feedback and support.

TJ