Date: Tue, 10 Feb 2004 10:11:51 -0500
From: Sequoyah <sequoyah@charter.net>
Subject: Magic Mountain, Chapter Fifteen

Mountain Magic

Chapter Fifteen

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Chapter Fourteen

"It's about my roommate Brad," Josh continued. "We have roomed together two
years now and are really close friends--well we were, I guess. Anyway, we
were more like brothers than just college roommates. Then, this week when
we were getting ready to go home, he said someone was coming for him. I had
been out with the latest girlfriend, telling her goodbye for the holidays,
and it was 1:00 in the morning when I got back. When I opened the door to
our suite, Brad was in the middle of our common room, kissing someone. At
first I thought it was his girlfriend--whom I had never met--but when they
broke the kiss, Brad said, 'Guess I have a surprise for you, Josh, this is
Jeremy. Obviously he is more than a buddy.'"

"I was so stunned I couldn't say anything and didn't know what to do when
Jeremy held out his hand and said, 'Glad to meet you, Josh. Brad has told
me a lot about you, all good. Thanks for being good to my baby.'"

"'Damn,' I thought, 'they are treating this as if it's perfectly normal.'
Brad was grinning from ear to ear, happy as could be, and I was trying to
get my jaw up off the floor. I mean I had not the slightest inkling that
Brad was gay. Anyway, I just said, 'I'll be back sometime,' turned and
walked out of the room without shaking Jeremy's hand."

"And what happened when you got back?" Jason asked.

"I didn't go back right away and, in fact, I walked around for over an
hour, trying to get my head around what I had seen. I kept thinking about
how much I loved Brad--whoa, not like Jeremy, but as a brother. Yeah, very
much, I think, as I love you, Hank. And I felt angry because he hadn't been
honest with me. I felt hurt because he hadn't trusted me. I felt he had
brought someone into our world and pushed me out. I decided I'd just come
on home where there'd be no surprises, and not bother going back to my room
where I'd have to face Brad and Jeremy. I walked back to the dorm, got in
my car and was off the campus and twenty miles down the road before I
remembered I hadn't taken my bag and would have to go back to get it."

"I thought that if I went back to the room and Jeremy was in my bed, I'd
strangle him. Then I thought if I got there and he was in bed with Brad, I
strangle both of them."

"Soon I was standing outside the door to our suite, not wanting to have to
deal with Brad and his lover. I was sure they were in bed by now and I'd
just sneak in, get my bag and sneak out."

"When I opened the door, the two were sitting beside each other on the
couch. Jeremy had his arm around Brad's shoulders and it was obvious Brad
had been crying. When I walked in the door, Brad shot up from where he was
sitting, ran across the room and grabbed me. He started crying all over
again and when I tried to speak, I started bawling like a baby."

"Jeremy finally got both of us calmed down and said, 'Look, I think the two
of you need to talk. It's plain to me you care about each other and I sure
don't want to be the reason you stop being friends. I'm out of here and
won't be back for at least an hour. Know any place I can stay warm?'"

"'No need to go, Jeremy,' I said."

"'Yes there is,' he answered. 'I want you both to feel free to say anything
you want, and you won't if I'm here.'"

"'There's a Waffle House at the college exit off the interstate,' Brad
said. 'And thanks, Jeremy.'"

"Jeremy left and Brad said, 'I think we need something to drink.' The two
of us don't do a lot of drinking--and of course we are not old enough to be
legal. Nevertheless, a college student can always get beer and we keep a
case or so in the fridge. 'For emergency use' we tell everyone--and
discovered some of our dorm mates had a lot of emergencies. Anyway, Brad
got two beers from the fridge and we sat down at the table."

"We both sat, heads down, staring at the table, drinking our beer. I guess
we thought as long as we were drinking we didn't have to talk, because the
first beer was gone in no time."

"Brad got up, went to the fridge and came back with two more."

"Finally Brad took a deep breath, sighed and said, 'Josh, you don't know
how many times I wanted to tell you about Jeremy. I have known I was gay
practically since I have known anything. All through middle school as my
hormones kicked in--had a middle school teacher who said any middle school
guy was 98% hormones--I daydreamed like every other boy who is beginning to
feel his oats, but it was about a handsome prince, not a beautiful
princess. I had loads of friends, both male and female, and since we more
or less did things as a group, the question of my being gay actually never
came up.'"

"Brad talked more about being gay and, sometime during that conversation, I
got us two more beers. I guess I don't have to tell you where the drinking
part of this saga is headed."

"Brad continued, 'My sophomore year Jeremy entered my life. He had moved
from Detroit to live with his grandmother after his parents split. The
first time I saw him--I mean this really and truly--I fell in love. There
really is love at first sight, because that's what happened to me.'"

"'Jeremy got welcomed into our group. It was all I could do to remain
looking and acting normal. Every time he looked at me and smiled, I just
about creamed my jeans. Anyway, that's the way life was until spring
break.'"

"'Another beer?' I asked Brad and he nodded."

"'Anyway, one of the girls in our group got the use of her parents' cottage
at the beach and we all went down for spring break. One night we built a
bonfire on the beach and then first one then another couple kinda wandered
off up the beach. I was surprised when Jeremy asked, "Brad, like to stroll
down the beach with me? I need protection." We started walking down the
beach in the opposite direction from the one the couples had gone.'"

"'As soon as we were out of the firelight, Jeremy took my hand. I got so
weak-kneed I thought I'd fall. When we were well down the beach, he
stopped, took my other hand and said, "Brad, I've waited as long as I can
or at least as I intend to. You are my best friend, the best friend I have
ever had, and I wouldn't have that change for the world, but there's other
feelings inside me and I am ready to go for it. Brad, it's all or nothing!"
and kissed me.'"

"'I literally got so light-headed that I collapsed in Jeremy's arms. It
took a while for me to convince Jeremy I was ok and even better than
ok. Finally I said, "I liked that!" and returned his kiss. That was the
beginning of our relationship. No, it was the beginning of a deeper and
different relationship.' Brad paused, held up his dead soldier. I nodded
and he grabbed two more beers from the fridge."

"'Josh,' Brad continued, 'I guess there are some things you want to know
and some things I want you to know. First off, we are in a serious
relationship. I guess you'd say we were engaged if we were a straight
couple. By that I mean we are more than sex partners. You once asked about
the ring I wear and I told you it was a special friendship ring. It is, but
more. Jeremy and I have pledged our love and faithfulness in that love to
each other. We are both committed to our partnership 'til death do us
part. The rings are our tokens of that. I guess, now that I think about it,
you could say we are married.'"

"'Are we sex partners? Yes, and I suspect that's all you really want to
know and all I have to say about that! Who else knows about us? The crowd
we ran around with in high school, and they have been faithful to us by not
telling others. Our parents know and now you.'"

"'Why didn't I tell you before? Because I valued your friendship so highly
I didn't want to risk it and I wasn't sure how you would take learning I
was gay. As Jeremy said when he kissed me the first time, telling someone
you are gay is usually an all-or-nothing situation so far as friendship
goes.'"

"I was still somewhat in a state of shock as I asked, ''Nother beer?'"

"Brad nodded. As I handed him the beer, I said, 'Brad, I didn't think I had
problems with someone being gay, but I'm not sure about my feelings now and
especially my feelings about your being gay. You are still my brother and
I'll just have to adjust to some other things. I'm not ready to pretend
everything is as it was because it's not. Nor am I ready to say how things
will be beyond saying I will always love you as a brother.'"

"'I'll be back early Sunday' Brad said, 'and we'll talk when you are
ready.'"

"We gave each other a hug and I got the last two beers out of the
fridge. We had just clicked bottles and were downing the beer when Jeremy
walked in. I guess he looked at the two of us and the pile of dead soldiers
on the table and saw what had been going on. Then I said, 'Well you two
have a great Thanksgiving. I'm getting my bag and leaving for home.'"

"'Josh,' Jeremy said, 'you haven't been asleep. I don't think you need to
be driving without some sleep. Why don't you sack out for a couple hours?
Anyway, you're not going anywhere until you have time to get your blood
alcohol to an acceptable level.'"

Josh laughed and said,"I decided to challenge him and he simply put his arm
around my shoulder and guided me toward my room. I was still protesting
when he backed me up to my bed, put his finger to my chest and pushed. I
fell on the bed and was out like a light. I sacked out for four hours and
when I got up, Brad was in his bed and Jeremy was on the sofa. I shook him
gently to get him awake and told him my bed was available."

"'Josh, I hope you and Brad can work things out. He is a wonderful human
being--you know that--and he has, since the first time he met you, talked
about you as if you were his brother. That kind of friendship is too rare
to throw away.'"

"'We will,' I responded, but I wasn't sure and all I wanted was to come
home where things never change and can be depended on. Then, when I got
here and found that home had also changed and that another man had
displaced me in this world as Jeremy had displaced me in my college world,
I guess it was just a little much emotionally."

"Remember how you tell yourself you are a big boy and there are no monsters
under the bed, then wake up shaking all over because the monsters came to
get you? I reacted--poorly--to Jeremy and Jonathan."

"I guess we need to talk about several things, Josh," Hank said. "And,
yeah, our world is changing and has changed. This time last year the
McElraths probably thought they'd live out their last years quietly, and
certainly they had no idea they'd have two grandsons--two teenagers--one
they had not even seen a year ago. A year ago I would never have thought
I'd end up with three new brothers. Josh, I'm glad you talked about Brad as
a brother because that helps me understand your feeling toward him and your
reaction to learning he is gay."

I suspect Jason was holding his breath. I know I was, waiting for Hank to
drop a bomb.

"It could also help you understand how I feel toward my three friends, what
I mean when I say I love them as brothers. Yeah, the world changes quickly
and often not the way we want it to. Take the situation with Jonathan,"
Hank said, and then told the whole of the Jonathan story. I thought he was
taking a pretty big risk when he told Josh why Jonathan was almost beaten
to death."

"Do Mom and Dad know he's gay?" Josh asked.

"No. Since he's not sexually active, it didn't seem important," Hank
said. "I guess they will have to be told sometime, but not right now."

"Probably a good idea. I don't know how they will take it. It's never been
a topic of conversation in our family that I can recall. There was that
case of the teacher caught having sex with a couple of students and Dad was
enraged about that, but even then it wasn't because the teacher was gay. In
fact, I remember him saying he would be just as outraged if he had been
having sex with girls or it had been a woman teacher having sex with boys,"
Josh said.

I had been holding my breath for fear Hank would tell Josh about me and
Jason, but he didn't and I started breathing normally again.

We did talk for a long time about how difficult it was going to be for
Jonathan when people learned he was gay. Josh asked what we thought he
should do in regard to Brad and we talked a long time about that.

He seemed to appreciate our thoughts and made me happy when he said, "To
tell the truth, once I get over some negative feelings about guys having
sex--I read somewhere someone called it the 'ick factor'--I will be and am
happy that Brad has someone to love who loves him, because he is one hell
of a guy."

"Josh, the image of you humping away on some girl is not one I appreciate,"
Hank laughed. "There's definitely an ick factor there as well! Guess you'll
just have to not think about Jeremy and Brad having sex, the way I don't
think about you having sex or think about Mom and Dad having sex."

"Enough! Enough already," Josh shouted as he threw a pillow at Hank. "I
think maybe I am a bit jealous that Brad has someone who loves him and
about all I have are dates with women whose names I can't remember a week
later. My long-time relationships are just a series of one-night stands
with the same woman."

Hank told him if he'd start thinking with his heart rather than his cock,
he could have one. I was surprised that Josh agreed.

"You're never going to have a relationship so long as you go out looking
for one-night stands and date women who agree to one-night stands," Hank
said.

That led to Josh asking Hank about his love life.

"Definitely not one-night stands," Jason said. "He'd lack the equipment for
a one-night stand if he tried it. Make no mistake, Beth would cut it off in
a heartbeat."

"No question about that," Hank laughed and started talking about Beth. If
it hadn't been clear before, it was now--that Beth was someone special to
Hank.

Hank mentioned working with us and we talked about Jake's cleaning business
and our part in it. Josh finally said, "Hank, I'm surprised you have time
to work since you have to help at the store." Hank said the only way he
could work for Jake was that he work only when he wasn't needed at the
family's music store. Mostly we just talked about one thing and another.

We had all fallen quiet when a storm erupted downstairs. "I believe the
young ones are home," Josh laughed and we all went down to check out the
kids.

When we got to the den, Jonathan and Rosemary were so excited they were
practically jumping up and down and both talking at once. Finally
Mrs. Dennison got their attention by grabbing both by an arm and holding
them as she said, "Ok, calm down now. You both have time to tell us what
you want to, but we can't understand either of you if you keep jumping
around and talking at the same time."

"Sorry, ma'am," Jonathan said. "Rosemary, you tell them."

"No, you can," Rosemary said.

Finally Mrs. Dennison got some kind of order and the two kids told us all
about the Harry Potter film they had seen. Rosemary had just enjoyed a good
film based on a book she had read. The special effects had completely
overwhelmed Jonathan since he had never seen a real movie. He was
especially entranced by Quiddich, the game played with team members on
broomsticks, and by the invisibility cloak Harry's father left him.

When they had pretty much run down, Rosemary hauled Jonathan off to her
room to give him a Harry Potter book. He had heard of the book, but had not
seen or read one because it was forbidden by The Circle of God's
Chosen. "It glorifies witchcraft and seeks to find young children who can
be sold to Satan and grow up to become witches," Jonathan said cult members
were told.

After the two had returned, Grandmom and Mrs. Dennison served eggnog and
cookies. The old folks had rum in their eggnog and Mr. Dennison asked
Granddad if we could. "Don't want to force anything on anyone or overstep
my bounds." Granddad said it was up to us. Jason answered first saying he
was kinda afraid of alcohol since it had destroyed all the family he had,
and since he wasn't having rum, I didn't either. It really wasn't something
that mattered to me much, one way or the other.

Friday after Thanksgiving, Hank and I had swim team practice. "Why don't
you check out the exercise room at the Y?" I asked Jason. "You said you
wanted to start getting into shape."

"Yeah, why not, Jason?" Hank urged.

"Mind if I go with you, Jason?" Josh asked. "I work out at school and after
yesterday's dinner, I suspect I'll need extra hours getting back in shape."

"Love to have you," Jason responded.

"We still have a family membership, right?" Josh asked Hank.

"Sure do. Hey, Jonathan, that means you can go too!" Hank added.

The three went to the exercise room when Hank and I went to swim
practice. On the way home Jason said he was glad he had gone, signed up for
membership and said he expected to go in for a workout the days we were at
swim practice.

Monday when we went in to Clarksville, Jake was waiting for us. "Guys, I
wanted to check out something. I can add another suite of law offices if
you two can handle it."

"Well, I have swim practice three days a week. That will end shortly, but
then I will have to start getting ready for baseball," I answered.

"I just took out a membership in the Y so I could use the exercise room
getting ready for baseball as well," Jason said. "Of course, I could use
the money, but I don't think that I have the time."

"Got a couple friends that could help?" Jake asked. "I'm sure I could find
someone to take the job, but you guys do such a good job and I know it's
helping you out. How about Hank? Maybe he wants to work more."

"How about Jonathan? Think he would be interested?" Jason asked.

"I don't know, but he is only fourteen," I responded. "Think the Dennisons
would let Hank take on more hours? I know he helps out at the store, but I
don't know how much they depend on him."

"Jonathan is the kid you guys pulled out of the snow?" Jake asked, and I
answered with a nod. "Even at fourteen he can get a work permit. He'd do
fine if he's interested and you guys think he can handle the job."

"We'll check and let you know as soon as we can," Jason said.

When we talked to Jonathan, he was very excited about the possibility of
earning some money. "I can help pay my own way," he said, all excited.

"Think you might buy some things you want and save for college, but I don't
think Mom and Dad will allow you to 'pay part of your way'. They have
pretty much adopted you, so they will support you."

When Hank talked with his parents, they decided working for someone who was
not family would be good. His dad told him if the store needed help, they
would hire a high school student. Hank told them it wasn't fair for them to
be paying someone when he could work free--"except for everything I have,"
he said. Since they only needed someone occasionally, Hank offered to pay
the student they hired. He would still come out ahead since he would be
working more hours for Jake and making more per hour.

I once heard my dad say that to really get to know someone, work with
them. I think he was correct. Five days a week the four of us worked
cleaning two office suites. Sometimes the job was easy; sometimes we were
late getting home because of the work we had to do.

The new offices were more law offices. The senior partner stayed around to
talk with us shortly after we started cleaning them. He made it very clear
that we were not to disturb anything on the desks. "But if it's on the
floor, toss it if it's loose paper and put pads back on the desks." He then
showed us how the books in the law library were organized and asked that we
shelve the law books not on desks.

A few days after we started, one of the younger partners--Mr. Stonewall
Jackson Sharpe IV--was waiting for us, very upset, because some notes he
had taken were missing. He finally admitted that he had just tossed them on
the floor and we told him our instructions. "I guess I will have to clean
up my act," he said.

"Either that or we can just leave your office," Jason said.

"I don't think the old man would like that," he chuckled. "The notes
weren't a life or death matter so I'll just have to do some reading again
and I know you shouldn't have to clean up after a grown man."

As time passed, we became good friends of Mr. Stonewall Jackson Sharpe IV,
son of senior partner in the firm and owner of the Sharpe building,
Mr. Stonewall Jackson Sharpe III. Mr. Sharpe IV was called young Mr. Sharpe
by older people and Stone by his friends.

A couple weeks after he had found his notes trashed, he invited the four of
us to dinner and a movie in Asheville, which we all enjoyed. He had invited
a friend as well, another young lawyer who was the Deputy District Attorney
for Haynes county, Mr. Anderson. Mr. Sharpe called him Tim, but I think his
name was Joseph. He had a great sense of humor and kept us about falling in
the floor with his running commentary on the movie. Since we were the only
ones watching the kung fu movie we weren't disturbing anyone.

A couple days before the school's Christmas break, I got home, finished my
chores and supper and then I checked my e-mail. When I did I had a very
strange e-mail from my cousin, Wesley III. I wondered how he even knew my
e-mail address, but he did and asked that I e-mail him a phone number where
he could reach me. "Also, give me a time when I can call so I won't miss
you. And, Douglas, please tell no-one. Please." I e-mailed him back and
gave him the phone number for upstairs, hoping he'd call when neither Jason
or I were online.

That night, Jason and I had finished our school work and were sitting on
the couch, cuddling when the phone rang. I grabbed it and I said, "This is
Douglas." There was no response and I was sure I heard crying.

"Who is this?" I asked. The person on the phone was still crying, but
finally whispered something. "I can't hear you, you'll have to speak
louder," I said. There was no answer and after I asked the third time who
was calling, I was ready to hang up when the caller beat me to it. "I guess
he--or she--didn't want me after all," I said and hung up the phone. Jason
and I talked about the call for a few minutes but, since we didn't know who
it was, there was not a whole lot to talk about.

The weather had been great, warm enough some days to go out with only a
light jacket or even just a long sleeved shirt. The earlier snow storm
really was a fluke, I guess. Anyway, the last day of school before
Christmas vacation was really warm and sunny. We even opened the curtains
on the Jeep before we drove to Clarksville and the Y.

Earlier, Jonathan had been questioned about using the Y on the Dennison
family membership, so Hank had loaned Jonathan money to join. When
Mr. Dennison was told, he sent a statement that he was Jonathan's legal
guardian, so Hank got the money back.

While Jason and Jonathan went to the exercise room, Hank and I went to the
last swim team practice. We had a round robin elimination tournament over
the coming weekend which would end the year for the swim team.

The swim team practice did not go well. My dives were way off and Hank
wasn't swimming his best--but the same could be said for the whole team. "I
have heard that a bad practice makes for a good meet," the coach said,
"But, ladies, I don't believe it. And it seems to me that the more you
practice, the worse you get. Go home. We'll be here to get our asses beat
at 10:00 in the morning."

An hour and a half later we had finished cleaning the two office suites and
were ready to get home. When we stepped outside the building, we were
almost blown away. The wind was gusting something terrible and the
temperature had definitely dropped. We pulled into an alley to close the
Jeep's curtains and by the time that was finished, we were all half-frozen.

We had almost warmed up when we reached Deep Cove, where we dropped Hank
and Jonathan off at their place and started home. The temperature had
plummeted, and with the wind it was a miserably cold night. When we reached
home, Grandmom said Granddad was in the barn making sure the animals were
safe and out of the weather. Jason and I went to the barn to see if we
could help. It took half an hour to get everything closed up and the
animals cared for. When we walked out of the barn headed back to the house,
the wind cut right through our clothing. As we walked the wind seemed to
get stronger and a few snowflakes started falling.

The cozy kitchen felt especially good, and a hot supper was very
welcome. "It certainly isn't a night to be out," Grandmom said as she
dished up hot apple pie and ice cream for dessert. "You could get frostbite
in no time," she added as she poured steaming mugs of mulled cider.

Jason and I sat at the kitchen table enjoying the warmth, and the love of
our grandparents. Granddad asked about the swim meet and said he thought we
could pull it off in spite of a bad practice. Jason asked about the
animals, concerned that they might not be warm and safe in the
barn. Granddad assured him they were, and told Jason his concern for the
animals was a sign of a good heart, "which I knew you had," he added.

Jason and I cleaned up the kitchen and, since there was no school again
until January, sat with our grandparents for a while then I went into the
living room to practice. I was missing a lesson the next day because of the
swim meet, but was scheduled to spend extra time with Professor Jamison on
Monday. He'd told me the previous Saturday he might have a project for me
to work on, and we'd need more time than usual.

Jason had gone upstairs before I finished practicing and when I went up, he
was sprawled on the couch in our den, dressed in boxers and a T-shirt. The
electric space heater in our den was going full blast, so the room was
comfortable but not overly warm. The bathroom also had an electric space
heater. The howling wind outside made the rest of the upstairs pretty
chilly where there was no supplementary heat.

As I walked into the room, Jason lay on his back and held out his arms.

I guess you'd suspect we spent every night getting off and getting each
other off, but we didn't. I don't mean that we never did. Of course we did,
but we also spent a lot of time just cuddling, kissing and that sort of
thing.

After Thanksgiving at the Dennisons', we started talking about Josh and
what had happened to him, and that led to a long discussion of our
situation. I don't remember the turns we made to get from one subject to
the other, but I finally said, "Jason, we gotta talk."

"My line, lover, but what have we got to talk about?"

Soon we were talking about our decision to show respect for the
grandparents and love-making. After we had talked a few minutes, I said,
"You know, Jason, we have no idea how the grandparents will respond to
knowing we are lovers."

"Maybe not the details," Jason responded, "but I suspect we can be pretty
sure they would have some pretty strong feelings against our making love."

I had to admit Jason was right, but also knew that was not going to stop us
and said so. Jason agreed and asked the question again, "Doug, how do we
show respect for the grandparents AND have physical expressions of our
love?--that's high-class talk for making out big time!" Jason laughed and
started tickling me.

When that bit of horseplay was over, we got serious again and talked a
while longer. Finally I said, "Jason, we are on the horns of a dilemma
here."

"Do you mean we're horny?" Sometimes Jason is too serious and at other
times it's hard to get him to be serious.

"Well, horny is one horn of the bull in question. Grandparents is the
other."

"Ok, we know that we'll not stop being physical, doing things to each
other. Lust and love both tell us that. So I think the one way we can show
respect--and it would just be our way, not something I suspect the
grandparents would approve--is not to, in Hank's words, 'fuck ass and suck
cock.'" More talk and finally we agreed that, in a sense, drawing the line
there was something we had decided showed respect without fooling ourselves
into thinking the grandparents would agree.

That settled, we talked about the really wild time we had the night before
Granddad found us in my bed and agreed we had crossed the line we had
agreed on, or almost did, when we kissed our lover's cock.

Anyway, I walked over to the couch and fell into Jason's arms. Within
seconds his lips covered mine, his tongue invaded my mouth, and his arms
held me close to his hard body as he wrapped his legs around me.

"How about giving me a minute to get undressed?" I asked.

"Why not?" Jason laughed as he released me. As he did, he stood and started
undressing me. When I was down to briefs and T-shirt, he again sprawled out
on the couch and pulled me to himself. His lips again covered mine and his
hands were running up and down my back under my shirt, his tongue bringing
the taste of Jason into my mouth, into my being. It was very obvious we
were both very hard and very hot as Jason sucked his breath through my
mouth and we ground our hips together.

Jason had me in a kind of headlock, my neck caught in the crook of his
right arm. He crushed his lips against mine, then broke the kiss and said,
"Doug, I love you, man. You know that? I love you."

"No more than I love you, babe." We continued rubbing against each other,
both just about as hot as any two teenagers could get. Finally, Jason
lifted me off his body and then rolled into the floor, pulling me with
him. He found my hardness and started stroking me slowly, lovingly, his
hand inside my briefs. I slipped my hand inside his boxers, then started
sliding them off his round, delicious ass. As soon as he was free, he
stripped my briefs from my body and we started stroking each other
seriously. Needless to say, that didn't last long. Jason exploded before I
did, but his hot cum on my hand pushed me over the edge and I exploded as
well. We lay together, just holding each other, having no need to say or do
anything. After several minutes, I raised up and said, "Jason, babe, I love
you so very much and I don't care who knows it."

"Doug, I love you as much, but I DO care who knows it. There are people in
this world who would horsewhip us if they knew of our love for each
other. And they are not all as crazy as Jonathan's family. To tell the
truth, Doug, we really don't know how our own grandparents are going to
respond to us."

"Yeah, I know, but I don't like to think about it. So let's not think about
it and shower instead."

"Sounds like a winner to me," Jason smiled, drew me to himself and gave me
a toe-curling kiss. He then jumped to his feet, grabbed my hand and pulled
me up. As we started down the hall, he had his arm around me, holding me
close and nibbling on my ear lobe.

"You keep that up and we'll not get to the shower anytime soon," I
laughed. As if in answer, he flipped me over his shoulder and hauled me
down the hall to the bathroom. He didn't put me down until he had turned on
the shower and adjusted the temperature. I was prepared for him to dump me
unceremoniously in the shower as he had done before, but he didn't. Instead
he slid me down and around his body until I was facing him, my legs
entwined in his. Before I knew it, he had picked me up again and carried me
into the shower.

Until I met Jason I would never have thought of a shower as an erotic
experience, but it always was with him. In spite of having had a fantastic
climax only a short time ago, I once again found myself hot and hard, as
was my lover, and Jason took care of that for me as I did for him.

When we finally got out of the shower, we dried each other, brushed our
teeth and went to our rooms to get dressed for bed. Since the next day was
Saturday AND Christmas vacation, we didn't have to go to school and I
expected Jason to come to my room, which he did. We crawled under the
covers and were making out big time when our phone, the one installed for
the computer, rang. "This better be an emergency," I said as I got up and
headed down the hall to the phone. Jason came right behind me, holding out
my robe as he struggled into his.