Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2005 06:33:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Ray Morales <fyiord@yahoo.com>
Subject: Plane Trip 3

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This story is fiction and is by no means depictive of the life of any
person, place or thing. It contains no penetrative sexual acts between
males YET and should only be read if it is legal to do so in your area.

Read at your own risk, okay. All names are made up and any similarities are
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Guys, I'm sorry for the delay. I've been busy. No sex yet but bear with
me. We'll get there ;-) sooner or later. Thanks for the emails and keep 'em
coming. Keep me motivated 'coz I'm a lazy writer.


The Plane Trip
Chapter 3
By
Fjord


Maggie woke me up pretty late, around 10 in the morning. She had a little
too much to drink last night, I presume, by the way she's holding her head
when I greet her in the kitchen.

"Hangover?" I ask.

"A little," Maggie replies.

"I don't feel well, myself..."

"Must be jetlag...," Maggie says quietly. We are talking softly; she
because of the hangover and me because she has a hangover.

"Yeah, probably..." I reply wearily.

"I had too much fun last night... So, I'm just having coffee... There's
some orange juice and toast I just made for you..." Maggie says and point
towards them. I pour myself a glass of O.J. and nibble quietly on a warm
toasted rye bread.

"I made a call to LA last night while you were out partying," I say after
managing to swallow a big chunk of toast and washing it down with juice. I
love my breakfast.

"You called home?"

"I called Zack... He's my best friend," I reply quickly. Maggie's left
eyebrow goes up a tiny bit and I think I will have to change the subject
soon.

"So, why?" She asks. Shit!

"Why what?" I pretend ignorance. I'm nervous, a little.

"Why Zack and not your Mom?" She says with an air of 'whatever' attitude,
but I'm not easily fooled.

"Well, you called them earlier yesterday, remember?" I reply. Thank God. My
memory has just rescued me.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot," Maggie says as her left eyebrow goes back to its
normal position. I've gotta be damn careful around my nifty-minded auntie,
I think.

"I'm going out for lunch today," I say to Maggie, "Errm, I made a friend
during the plane trip yesterday. He called me last night and he said he
would take me around the city today."

"Okay... I didn't have any plans for us today anyway. I figured you
would've been too tired but I was wrong," Maggie replies with a weary shrug
of her shoulders,"...I'm the one who's too tired. I'm getting too old for
late night parties."

"You look okay for a..." I manage to stop from saying her actual age at the
last moment,"...an adult." I can't look her in the eyes.

"I'm thirty something and I am still good looking..." Maggie says, lifts up
her arms in a photo pose and laughs.

I know so too but she's too old for me, I think to myself and smile a tiny
smile.

"What time were you supposed to meet your new friend?" Maggie asks, "...and
what's his name?"

"Joshua Jeffers. He's from this entertainment company, Spartan
Entertainment... He gave me his card."

"He gave you a card?" Maggie says with a frown, "How old is he?" There's
that left eyebrow again.

"He's about my age, I think..." I reply hastily. Well, Joshua can pass for
a seventeen year old kid if he wears Dockers and a T-shirt. Especially with
that killer dimple. And those killer eyelashes. Hmmm...

"So what time is he coming?" Maggie's question gets me back to the
breakfast table but now I have a hard-on. Gosh, I hope she didn't see me
daydream about JJ.

"Lunch time," I reply as I play with my food.

"Good, I don't have to make you lunch."

"You're as bad as Mom...," I say as I glance at her.

"Wait till you eat my cooking, kiddo. Then, you'll see the difference..."
Maggie replies with a smile.

"I can't wait...," I say jokingly and Maggie grins at me.

"By the way, kiddo, I hope you're not wearing that to see him," Maggie
points towards my body, "He might think you like him too much."

I look at Maggie and slowly look down at my body and see my nipples clearly
protruding through the tight red t-shirt that I'm still wearing from last
night. In reflex, I cross my arms to cover them.

"Shit!" I exclaim as I feel my cheeks go red.

"Watch your language, kiddo," Maggie says with a grin, "Do you always dress
like this at home? My sister isn't that liberal the last time I saw her."

"No! It must have shrunked... I... I...." I am so embarrassed right
now. "It's my favorite shirt... It's ruined." Maggie continues grinning as
she gets up from her chair.

"Thank God, I thought you wanted to seduce me last night...," Maggie says
and winks.

"I... I... I...," I stammer, helpless like a fish being reeled in by an
expert angler.

"Just kidding, Jimmy...," Maggie says and laughs loudly. "Put your glass
and the plate in the sink. Go get ready, it's almost eleven."

I sit there looking at the doorway as Maggie disappears beyond it. I have
never been so humiliated in my whole life... Well, except the time I lost
my swimming trunks after doing a back flip at the school swimming
pool. Zack was there. He gave me back my trunks only after I threatened to
kill him if he didn't. What the hell am I thinking of Zack for? Shit, I'm
such an idiot. Why didn't I change clothes last night? Aaaargh!

*****

A nice warm shower always makes me feel better. I left the stupid red shirt
and the stupid tight jeans are on the bedroom floor together with my
underwear. As warm water cascades over my body I feel my dick harden,
beckoning for some action. I close my eyes. I have to think of someone
first. Okay, Zack is outta here because I can see Laci behind him. That's a
big turn off. Joshua looks good. He's smiling his killer smile. I look deep
into his eyes and grab his head as I kiss his luscious red lips. No tongues
yet. We just met. Hehehe... I can't do this. I can feel my cock go limp. I
open my eyes and turn off the shower. I gotta get ready.

****

Sitting naked on the bed, with my unaroused circumcised penis touching the
soft bed sheet, I think about JJ's motive being so friendly towards me. He
probably thinks that I'm this poor kid who needed some Yankee to show him
the ropes in the big apple. And I'm this gay kid who's thinking of having a
summer romance with him. I mustn't get my hopes up. He's probably just a
very friendly straight guy. Shit, it's eleven thirty. I gotta get ready.

****

I look at myself in the mirror and start combing my hair. Brown hair messed
up: looks dirty-sexy-slutty. Brown hair parted in the middle: looks
geeky-dorky. Brown hair parted at the side: looks
please-hit-me-with-a-stick-shitty.

I'm never gonna finish like this. I'll just comb it like usual. There, I
look like me in my loose Red Sox shirt and loose black jeans.

"Are you ready Jimmy? Can I come in?" Maggie's voice comes across muffled
from the other side of the bedroom door.

"Come in," I say as I open the door. Maggie looks at me and smiles.

"I prefer the hustler," she says and I blush.

"Maggie, it was a mistake..."

"Sorry, you look great. I just kinda like to tease you. You're so cute. My
nephew the heartbreaker."

"Err... Thanks..."

"Here...," she says and gives me a small shiny gadget, "It's yours." It's a
Nokia cellphone.

"What for...?"

"I promised your Mom to keep a very close eye on you. The phone must be on
all the time, okay... I programmed my own cellphone number as well as the
house and your Mom's in LA."

I nod once. "Thanks." I realize it's so cool of her to not tell me not to
meet JJ. If it was Mom, there was no way in hell I was gonna be out with a
stranger. That is exactly who JJ is, a stranger. A mysterious and sexy
stranger who's so fuckably cute... Hehehe!

"Do you need cash?" Maggie stops my train of thought with her question.

"I'm good. Dad also gave me a supplementary credit card for emergencies so
don't worry..."

"Nah, I'm not worried. With that body..."

"Aunt Maggie!" I raise my voice in irritation. She seems to push thing a
little bit further each time she teased me. I don't know whether to tell
her to shut up or to just play along. Yeah, maybe she will get too tired to
even care.

"Okay... I'll stop," Maggie says but I am not so certain that she will.

"If you tell Mom about last night..."

"Relax... I know your Mom longer than you... She'll probably tell everyone
in the neighborhood about it because she thinks it's cute," Maggie says,
"So, I'll save you the embarrassment."

"Thank you," I reply; full of relief, "You're right. She does that all the
time."

"Poor kid, I'll leave you to freshen up for your loverboy..." Maggie says
and closes the door.

"He's not... Aaargh!" I say loud enough for her to hear through the stupid
door. I'm so glad Maggie and I got along amazingly well ever since we met
at the airport but she seems to push thing a little too much. She seems to
know that my main weakness or strength, depending on how you look at it, is
my ability to empathize with people. Right now, I'm doing exactly that,
making excuses for Maggie's stupid jokes that could drive an otherwise nice
kid to madness or worse scar the pure innocent kid for life. Or both. I
think I'm both.

****

So I'm sitting here pouting in the living room. Maggie's in her bedroom
nursing her headache which I'm beginning to suspect to be a convenient ruse
in order to avoid my sulky demeanor. I promised to call her when 'loverboy'
arrives. I swear she's on to my dirty little secret. I'm beginning to see
myself telling her the truth. That I like boys. Cute boys. Boys with
beautiful eyes. And curly eyelashes. But she probably will notice that when
she sees JJ. I mean, she's an artist and artists are supposed to be close
to the extreme sensitivities of human nature and therefore she would
understand. I know, I don't even know what that means but I know that I
really need to tell someone who will understand or I'm gonna burst very
soon. Maybe it's the distance from my family or the fact that no one in New
York knows any of my friends in LA or the fact that I finally came out to
one person, Zack, that I have this almost suicidal tendency to tell someone
that I'm a you-know-what. I almost told the old lady in the plane. What was
her name again? Oh yeah, Jenna Jameson. I can always run to her if Maggie
kicks me out once she finds out her cute nephew is so cute that he's so
g...g...g... aaargh, you-know-what. What am I saying? She won't do
that. Somehow, I have a feeling she won't do that.

Mom had been nosy too ever since I had that fight with Zack. I think she
didn't want me to know that she knew more than what I told her. The walls
are not too thick at my house. I ignored or distracted her every time she
asked me leading questions. With the dark cloud that followed me all the
way to the airport, I'm pretty sure she suspects something. I wonder is
she's going to confront Zack while I'm here in New York. They're close to
each other too. I'll strangle Zack if he opens his big mouth. I want to
tell my family, myself, when they're ready. Yeah, when they're like really
old. They'll be so old that they'll move in slow motion trying to strangle
me but then I'll be so old too that I'll be able get away from them in
slow-mo too. Hehehe...

I remember Mom asking me in the kitchen during dinner just a week after
Zack and I had that stinking fight about him knowing me loving him and
yadda, yadda, yadda. Dad was still at work. My father is such a workaholic
but I know he loves me. Anyway, Mom asked casually, "So did you two lovers
have a big fight? I really hope you two kiss and make up already. I miss
not having him for dinner."

"Mom!" I exclaimed and quickly turned to my little brother and said firmly,
"Kenny shut up!" As usual he had his mouth open to ask some really
embarrassing follow-up questions.

"Don't talk to you brother like that," Mom said disapprovingly and turned
to Kenny and whispers loudly, "You can close you mouth now, Kenny."

"Can I stay and listen?" Kenny asked eagerly.

"No!" I said but was cancelled out by a "Yes!" by Mom at the same time.

Silence reigned as I waited for someone to say something stupid as an
excuse for me to bite their head off.

"I'm staying." Kenny said defiantly to me.

"I said shut up!" I said loudly.

"Shut up Kenny," Mom said to him with a wink. Kenny winked back.

"This is a crazy family!" I said as I looked at them, "...and the only sane
person here is Dad and he's out there cutting people up."

"And stitching them up again..." Mom ventured an answer.

I had to smile. It was funny.

"Seriously, Jimmy... Are you two okay?" Mom asked.

I wanted to answer, "None of your fucking business and you two are fucking
lunatics!", but on hindsight I'm glad I didn't. So I told them it was just
some stupid misunderstanding and that Zack and I would work it out
eventually.

"See, a lover's fight," Mom said to Kenny, "I told you it was gonna be
okay." Kenny just nodded vigorously with a big grin on his cute little
face. I just glared at them.

My thoughts are interrupted by the ringing doorbell. Shit! JJ's here.

*****

I look into the door security spy hole and there he is with his head so
much bigger than his body. He's wearing this black leather jacket and black
jeans. His hair isn't spiked this time but just left as is. He looks like a
normal kid with nice and soft black hair. He looks real young, like sixteen
or something.

I open the door and greet him with a "Hi, JJ, come in..." It's a pretty
lame welcome, I know. But my heart is pounding like crazy and I have to
keep myself calm and it's safer than a slobbery kiss on that damn kissable
red lips.

"If you're ready we can go now..." JJ says hurriedly. I'm not in a hurry. I
can look at him forever. He is nervous too and that makes him so damn
adorable.

"Errm, my aunt Maggie wants to see you first," I reply apologetically. His
eyes go wide in surprise.

"Oh, okay..." JJ says reluctantly.

"Have a seat," I say, pointing towards the living room. He looks so
gorgeous walking to the living room. Maggie's gonna know about me being
you-know-what if I don't stop drooling. Shit! Panicking is just not my
thing. Gosh, he's so beautiful.

"Wow..." JJ says as he whirls around slowly to examine the living room
decor setup.

"Pretty impressive huh?" I say proudly.

"Yeah... Is she like famous?" JJ asks. His sideways glance makes my heart
beat faster.

"I don't think so... but she's supposed to be a very good painter and
photographer. At least that's what my Mom said. I don't really know."

"I'm actually quite famous...," Maggie says as she appears dramatically
from behind me which naturally startles me a little. Jake smiles at my
distress.

"...around here, anyway. The neighbors, they all know me. They greet me at
the lobby by name," Maggie continues. JJ laughs at the joke but I squirm
(and squirm alone do I) and am quite tempted to tell her to shut up.

"I'm not famous... I'm Joshua Jeffers," JJ says with a grin and shakes
Maggie's hand. Maggie's left eyebrow goes up and I think JJ's in
trouble. He needs to be saved from the clutches of evil Maggie. I just met
her and already I feel like she's my Mom's evil twin. Mom jokes a lot with
Zack back home and that's okay but Maggie and I hardly know JJ. He's gonna
think Maggie's a crazy bitch and never wants to see me again.

****

The elevator opens and I rush out towards the revolving door at the
lobby. JJ is walking fast behind me trying to catch up.

"Hey! Jimmy! Wait up...," JJ shouts but I just walk as fast as I can. I
need to get out of the building. Maggie's such a bitch.

I take deep breaths when I find myself out of the building. The method I
usually use is to inhale for a cunt of two and exhale at a cunt of
four. Yes, cunt not count is what I think of my aunt!

"What's going on, man? You were like so damn quiet in the elevator," JJ
says, panting a little from our little race. I open my eyes and frown at
him a little.

"I can't believe she said that in front of you..."

"What?"

"You know what..."

"Oh, that..."

"Yes, that!"

"Why are you so uptight? She's just being cool, right...?" JJ says with a
big grin.

"Not you too..." I reply, "I've had it with smart-mouthed people today."

"Hey, I think she's too cool, man. You should be grateful to have such a
great aunt."

"She said we're gay and she thinks we're gonna have sex..." I say before I
can stop myself. Well, what she actually said was, "You two are really cute
gayboys. Have fun and be safe when you have sex," just before closing the
door and putting me in an unbelievably hot spot. I sulked all the way down
to the lobby in the elevator. JJ was as happy as a fucking beaver.

"So? You're gay too, right?" JJ asks.

"Huh?" I reply looking at him, eyes wide with shock rather than
surprise. What the hell is going on?

"Oh my God..." JJ exclaims with his eyes widening.

"Huh?"

"Oh my God... I assumed you're gay. Shit!" JJ whispers so loudly that he
might as well speak normally.

"I'm gay?" Somehow, stating the fact as a question is so much easier.

"No! I thought you're gay too, and you're not..."

"Why the hell would you think that?" I say harshly.

"Because I'm stupid... Shit, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done this to you."

"You're gay?" I ask as I gradually realize what he had just said.

JJ nods once looking at me with a neutral expression. Shit!

"Did she know?"

"Yeah, she knew I was gay," JJ replies and now my eyes go wide in surprise,
"I told her when you went to your room to get the camera."

"She didn't say anything to me...," I say in shock. Maggie is so dead when
I see her tonight.

"Actually, she asked me first if I was gay... and I told her the
truth... So, I thought you were too and that she was just looking out for
you... I'm sorry."

"That meddling bitch...," I start to say.

"Whoa... Hold on there. That's no way to talk about your aunt. She didn't
actually say you were gay. I... I... I kinda assumed it when she said she
loves you and when she told me to take real good care of you."

"Really, she said that, sorry... I'm going crazy. I'm just trying to take
all this in and all I can think of is how... I feel like I'm this dumb
blond who everyone makes fun of. I mean, what is she trying to do?
Matchmake us?" I continue my ramblings as JJ looks on helplessly, "How was
I supposed to react? I was really looking forward to this. You were
supposed to be this great guy I just met who wanted to show me around New
York."

"Look, I better go," JJ interrupts my tirade of nonsense. Our eyes meet and
my heart races a bit. He's gonna leave me if I don't shut up.

"Why?" I ask knowing full well the fucking reason why. My big mouth is why.

"I thought you wanted me to leave. I'm the gay one," he says with a sad
smile. I'm debating whether to tell him the truth but finally decide to let
him think what he wants to think. I'm not going to volunteer any
information. Not yet.

"No, don't. I'm just angry at Maggie for... for...," I am struggling to
find the words to describe the mixture of emotions that churn inside
me. She knew what I was getting into. Does that mean she approves of it? Do
I have an ally in my aunt? I sigh in surrender. It will have to wait until
tonight.

"For what? I thought you'd be mad at me for thinking you're gay too..."

"I don't know... But I'm not mad at you," I reply, "...just at Maggie. I
have no problems with you being gay. I mean I liked you the first time we
met and I still do even with you being gay. I just need time to adjust to
this new information." Gosh, I can't stop saying the word gay.

"Oh... so I can still show you a little bit of New York today?" JJ asks as
his cute dimples return to seduce me.

I look at him and nod my head vigorously. His eyes stare into mine and
twinkle as he smiles. I don't know how some people can do that. It's
fucking magical and hot too.

JJ holds out his right hand and say, "Hi, I'm Joshua. I'm gay and I like
you. I promise I won't jump on you. Can I be your pal and show you around
New York?" I shake his hand and his hand feels warm to the touch. I feel
like pulling him towards me for a warm hug.

"Hi, I'm Jimmy. I want to be your pal too ...and if you jump on me, I know
karate," I reply quickly. JJ looks at me funny and then both of us
instantly crack up, laughing like two hyenas on their hind legs at the
pavement. Okay, so I exaggerate a little. But we are still holding hands. I
let his hand go reluctantly and there is this tiny ache in the pit of my
stomach. I think I will tell him when the time is right and I think the
time is now but I am such a chicken. I just can't.

"So, let's get something to eat," JJ says and grabs my arm and drags me to
God-knows-where. His touch makes me want to jump but I manage to keep thing
under control. I just missed an opportunity to come out.

"Oh, and you're not a dumb blond... You have brown hair," JJ says to me
with a serious expression on his face. I just push him away in fake
anger. He just giggles as our eyes meet again. I'm seriously falling for
this boy. Zack? Who's Zack? Hehehe... They say distance makes the heart
grows fonder. Well, here in New York the distance is freeing my heart from
Zack and I think it's good for me. Fuck Zack. Yeah, I want to believe that
so much, that I can get over Zack, but if Zack says jump, little Jimmy will
jump and that is the ultimate truth. Fuck you Zack. I hate you and I love
you too. I hate myself for loving you, Zack. I fucking love him so much and
he says he can't love me back. Then why the fuck did he let me sleep on his
shoulders and why the fuck did he touch my hair when I pretended to be
asleep... Yeah, I remember everything. He knows it too, I'm sure of
it. Shit! Fucking shit! Right here, right now, I'm having a great time and
Zack just pops in my fucking mind and fucking messes it all up.

"Hey, Jimmy. Are you okay? Seems like you just switched off suddenly."

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to think over some stuff. Don't worry, it's not
about you. I'm having a great time with you right now. In fact I'm having
the gayest time of my life right now," I reply earnestly with a nice
friendly grin for JJ and a silent 'fuck you' for Zack. JJ grins in
return. As for Zack, I hope he's face down on the floor right now after
tripping over the thick 'Harry Potter: The Order of the Phoenix' hardcover
book that I gave to him for his birthday last year. He's not gonna spoil my
day. Not today. Not anymore. Yeah, I wish.

******

"Bambino! You're back! You bring something beautiful from Hollywood, I
see," a loud female voice greets us as we enter the pizza place that is
supposed to be one of the best around the big apple according to my host,
JJ. I look sideways to find out who the loudmouth is and see this small
wiry lady in an apron with a big smile. Before I can react, she gives me
this big hug and a pat in the bum. She lets me go and then reaches out to
pinch my cheeks (in the face, okay!).

"What's your name?" she asks as I'm trying my best to get some measure of
control in the situation. I was ambushed and so am not even sure what
happened.

"His name is Jimmy..." JJ says. He is giggling at my expense. "Jimmy, this
is Estella, my godmother.

"See, my bambino is a fairy and I'm the godmother. Whaddaya know?" Estella
says to me, claps her small hands and then laughs loudly. I can only grin
as I notice JJ looking quite uncomfortable being referred to as a magical
creature. Obviously, he's out to his family and that made me feel a little
envious, somehow.

"Stella, we're hungry. Can we get some food, please?" JJ implores to
her. She responds by pulling him into her arms and kissing his face, both
sides.

"Okay, sorry bambino, I was just so excited to see you again, and you bring
this angel... Come, come follow me." She quickly brings us to this secluded
table behind some square wooden screen. "If the mafia comes, both of you
have to go, okay." I almost believe her until I see JJ smiling at my
reaction.

"So what you want, bambino?" I look at JJ hoping he will say something
like, "Pizza, please...", before the mafia comes and blow us away into
small pieces of meat, but he just looks at me and then says, "She was
talking to you."

"Yeah, you the bambino for my bambino. You pretty boy, he is so
lucky... Okay, what you want to eat?" Estella says, looking at me intently
under her fake eyelashes, with her tiny pencil just waiting to scribble on
her well worn notepad. I never would have thought ordering food would be so
stressful.

I turn my brains inside out before I finally come up with, "The house
special?"

"Mama, mia! JJ, you brought me a sweetheart too. How he know the house
special is my favorite too?" Estella says and her quick right hand pinches
me on the cheek again. It doesn't hurt but when I look at JJ giggling like
mad, I kick his leg in irritation.

"Oww, shit!" JJ swears in pain.

Estella winks at me and says, "I'll bring your usual JJ and you can kick
him again Jimmy. He thinks he's so pretty but you, I like you more." Then
she laughs and moves quickly leaving us alone.

"She's crazy..." I whisper to JJ.

"Yeah, like your aunt," JJ replies gruffly while rubbing his sore leg. I
decide not to make thing worse and so keep my mouth shut. Anyway, he is
right; Maggie is severely demented and I have to live with her the whole
summer but Estella is adorably cuckoo. So, I decide to take in the
surroundings before I start being judgmental again.

The walls of the restaurant are decorated with typical paintings of Italian
masters, fakes I presume. Okay, I don't even know who the painters were but
the paintings look real old. The decor is not very original but provides
that certain Old Italian atmosphere that can be experienced in an Italian
'ristorante' anywhere in America. Okay, so I've seen what was on 'The
Sopranos' and use that as a comparison. I'm such a fake.

"I'll tell her you're not gay if it bothers you that much," JJ says
suddenly. I look at him and just shrug.

"It's okay. Truth is I'm okay with you being gay. Nobody knows me in New
York anyway. If they think I'm gay so what?" I reply. Shit! Where did that
come from? Bravery from anonymity is what it's all about, I think.

"You don't know what you mean. She will tell everyone. She probably
would've told my Dad by now. And my phone will be beeping in a few
seconds," JJ says glumly and then his cellphone beeps. He looks at me with
a defeated expression.

"Dad," JJ says and pauses for about 10 seconds and says, "...Dad," and the
pauses again. This goes on for several minutes before JJ switches off the
phone and says with an audible sigh, "He wants to see you."

"What?"

"Don't worry, he's okay."

"Well, I'm not okay," I reply worriedly.

"If you're gay, you'll be okay."

"Huh?" I say and look up to see him smiling.

"It's a joke."

"Well, it's not funny. I mean, now I have to meet your Dad? Are all Yankees
like this? I feel like a rag doll being tossed around!"

"I was joking when I said my Dad wants to see you," JJ tells me in
exasperation.

"Oh, okay then and fuck you," I reply as my face warms up in embarrassment
and irritation for being such an easy fuckee.

"He's here and he saw you already when we came in. He told me to honor the
family name and other shit. Basically, he wants us to get married before
having sex," JJ says as my jaw drops onto the table top, "...and if we
still have sex to be careful and use a condom. And if you're Catholic too,
to go for confession after we do it."

"You're joking right?" I ask JJ.

"Actually, yes!" JJ replies and laughs out loud, "You should've seen your
face. But Estella did call him just now telling him about you."

I chuckle along with him but the relief inside me is indescribable.

"I've got a gig tonight and Dad wanted to remind me about it and he wants
me back at the studio before 4," he explains as he places the cellphone on
the table.

"Errm, are you a model or something?" I ask before I could stop myself.

"Why? Do you think I'm cute?" JJ asks with his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Fuck you..." I reply with a shy smile. The phrase 'fuck you' is always a
good comeback.

"Anytime..." JJ says with a wicked smile. I smile back weakly but blush
furiously in response. Where is Estella when I need her?

"Sorry, I was just fuckin' with ya..." JJ apologizes for causing my obvious
discomfort together with another amazing smile, showing his cute
dimples. He's forgiven already.

"Anytime...," I reply and look straight at him. We both giggle as our eyes
met.

"And anywhere..." I add quickly after our giggles subsided into gentle
chuckling. That set us off giggling again until Estella comes over to check
on us.

"You two are really cute couple... Get married and have many beautiful
children..." Estella adds more wood to our bonfire of giggles. She just
smiles and shakes her head from side to side as she watches us giggling
before walking away to attend to another table. My penis is unbelievably
hard right now just thinking of being pump-fucked by Joshua with my legs
wrapped around his body and his tongue licking my neck and his mouth
sucking my earlobe and my mouth biting his shoulder in ecstasy. I stop
giggling immediately and gasp audibly.

"Jimmy, are you okay?" JJ asks, still smiling.

"Yeah, I'm just out of breath..." I reply quickly. My feeling for Joshua is
so strong right now that I feel dizzy. I want him so badly right now. He's
gay and here is my chance to finally do something with my dick other than
rub it with my left or right palms or both depending on the
occasion...hehehe. Shit! And he thinks I'm not gay. If I tell him I'm gay
right now, he's gonna think I'm nuts and probably deck me for being an
asshole. He might be gay but he looks pretty fit.

"Do you know any martial arts?" I ask suddenly.

"What? Yeah, I know a bit of self defense. Why do you wanna know? You want
to spar or something? You know Karate, right?" JJ replies with more
questions than answers.

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to know," I say without telling him that I know
fuck-nothing about Karate other than what was shown in Jackie Chan's
movies. I better wait until the right time to tell him. Yeah, when he's
like really old. He'll be so old that he'll move in slow-mo trying to
Karate me with his right hand (his left is steadying himself with a cane
you see) but then I'll be so old too that I'll probably get away from him
in slow-mo too. Hehehe... [Okay, so I used this not-that-funny joke
already. Sue me.]


***********

The pizza was brilliantly delicious and we had a great time. And JJ was so
funny. I couldn't find any fault with him. Okay, he's an ass but he makes
me laugh a lot. Estella was fun too. We still didn't tell her that I wasn't
dating JJ but then I didn't want to lie. I was on a date but only 'I' know
that I was on a date and even my date didn't know he was on a date. But
right now I am gonna face one person who may know that I was on a date,
once she sees the happy blissful expression on my face.

JJ left me at the front of the apartment building with a warm handshake and
a hug. I can still feel the warmth of his body pressing against mine. Well,
I let him have a free feel of my body being an enlightened 'heterosexual'
boy that I am. He apologized for not being able to show me around New york
other than the lunch at Estella's. Anyway, he was in a hurry for his
gig. Fuck, he somehow managed to divert my efforts to find out what his gig
was with his jokes and stories. He said he would call later tonight. I just
can't wait. He is some great jack-off material. I'm thinking of jacking off
while on the phone with him tonight. I feel the familiar stirring in my
loins as blood rushes towards my smaller head.

I go in the building through the revolving door and straight to the
elevators before I remember that I don't even know which floor the
apartment is on. Luckily, there is someone at the security counter. He's
looking at me with a frown. I go towards him warily.

"Excuse me sir, I'm staying at Megan Cunningham's apartment 1402," I say,
"Could you...."

"Fourteenth floor," he replies gruffly.

"Thanks," I say and smile.

"You're the Californian nephew?" He asks suddenly.

"Yeah, that's me. I'm Jimmy... Jimmy Protsky," I reply and extends my right
hand to shake his.

He shakes my hand, smiles and says, "I know... I'm Joe Smith... Hope you
have a great time in New York, Jimmy..."

"Thanks," I reply awkwardly and walk backwards a few steps still smiling at
him before waving goodbye to him and turning around towards the
elevators. Maggie must have told everyone in New York about me already. I
laugh at my joke silently.

******

I ring the bell and hear the door latch being unlocked quickly. She must be
waiting at the door to be that quick. The door handle turns silently and I
take a deep breath ready to face the expected barrage of visual
examinations and questions and more worryingly the fact that Maggie may be
on to my little secret.


TBC

If you like this story, please tell me at fyiord@yahoo.com. If you have any
constructive criticism, I'm all ears.

This is my third attempt. The other two are in High School, i.e. Heartache
(completed - Jan 31 2004) and Living In A Box (unfinished - Jul 19 2003) if
you haven't read them yet.