Date: Mon, 4 Nov 2002 19:50:18 -0800
From: JS Collection <js.collection@verizon.net>
Subject: like a promised sunrise

THIS STORY IS TOTALLY FICTITIOUS. IT CONTAINS DESCRIPTIVE SEX BETWEEN TWO
MEN. IF THIS IS OFFENSIVE TO YOU DON'T READ IT. IF IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO
BE READING IT, YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE TO BEGIN WITH SO JUST GO
ELSEWHERE. OTHERWISE, ENJOY IT. JWS

P.S. MOST OF MY WRITING HAS SOME SEX IN IT. IT IS SELDOM IN THE BEGINNING
AND IS USUALLY AN INTEGRAL PART OF THE STORY. SO IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR
JACKOFF MATERIAL YOU ARE PROBABLY WASTING YOUR TIME READING ME. JWS


	Like a Promised Sunrise (PART 2)
	by J.W.SMITH


 	I got up and walked over to Judd. I stood in his way.  He attempted
to sidestep around me. I turned and grabbed his arm. He dropped the batch
of socks he had in his hands and wrapped his arms around my neck, laying
his head on my shoulder as he started sniffling. I hugged him, rubbing up
and down his back.

	"I'm gay, Uncle Jace." He stated. "Everyone back home was walking
around on pins and needles afraid they were going to hurt my feelings after
I came out to Dad and Mom. Hell, I think they have known it my whole life,
but as long as I didn't right out admit it they weren't going to deal with
it. I know they love me but they just really don't understand that I didn't
choose this. Who in thier right mind would?"

	"It's okay, Judd, it's okay. I already figured that out. Just let
it all go, Man. You'll feel a lot better."

	We stood there holding each other for several minutes until he got
his cry done with. I think he felt better having admitted it to me.

	His head still rested on my shoulder, his mouth next to my ear.

	 "I've dreamed about this for years. The real thing is so much
better than dreaming about it." He said, barely above a whisper between
hiccups.

	"What are you talking about?"

	"You. You holding me in your arms like this. When I was thirteen,
soon after you left, I over heard Dad telling Mom that you are gay. I
already had a huge crush on you. I was just figuring out that I like men,
too, and when I heard that, I decided I definitely wanted to be you
lover. I was heartbroken when you left.
	"I didn't tell them I am gay until a couple of weeks ago. They both
seemed to know it already. And Grampa was always telling Dad that I am just
like that worthless Jace. When Dad suggested that I come visit you, I had
already applied to UCLA and when I received acceptance last Monday, I
called you.  I've dreamed about being here with you for so long. Now I am."

	He whispered that all in my ear as I continued to hold him. I was
stunned. I had figured out that he was gay, but to be the object of his
attraction ---. I was suddenly aware of his hardness pressing against my
hip. I lost all the control I had. I responded.  Judd became aware of my
excitement and pressed against me harder. I loved the feel of this big man
in my arms.

	"I love you, Jace. I've loved you since I was a little kid.  I want
to give you my virginity." He whispered.

	I pushed away from him.

	"Judd."

	Stunned? No, I was shocked. He is twenty-two and he has saved his
cherry for me? Damn, I lost mine when I was fourteen out behind the barn
with one of the hired hands. I kind just assumed that he had, too.

	"I'm serious, I have saved myself for you.  You do want me don't
you, Jace?"

	"What do you think?"I asked as I fled across the room. If I had
stayed a second longer I would have thrown him to the floor and raped
him. He looked at me like I had rejected him.

	"I'm sorry.  I'll leave. I should have known better.  It was
presumptuous of me. Forgive me, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to offend you."
He started emptying the drawer back into his suitcase. Tears were coursing
down his cheeks.

	My mind was doing spinouts on the slippery road of these
revelations.

	"Stop. Stop. Come over here and sit down. And for Christ's sake
shut up. I'm not offended. There is nothing to forgive. And there's nothing
to be sorry about. I've never been so complimented."

	He meekly sat on the edge of the sofa facing me.

	"My God, I am deeply honored that you want me to take your cherry."
I knelt in front of him.  "But let's take it slowly, get to know each
other. Maybe find love in our infatuation and lust. What you are offering
me is something precious, something to be cherished.  What if you don't
like me after you get to know me? Will you regret losing your cherry to
someone you don't really care for?" I asked.

	 Strange, I never thought anything about incest or such. I didn't
see that two related men having sex with each other was really an issue,
being there would be none. I guess Tom thought the same way. Otherwise why
would he send Judd to me?

	"You've got cats. You're a good man, Jace. And I already love you."

	"I think it's not going to difficult to love you. Just give me a
little time to get to know you, okay." I said. I stood up, and pulled him
up into my arms.

	For the last four years I had been celibate. I had found a way to
be happy, no, not happy-- content without another person in my life. At
first, after Ken had left, I tried dating. It didn't work. I was sure
everyone was out to get close to me so they could rip my heart out like he
did. Now, this beautiful young man was wanting me to take his cherry
because he loved me. I could feel myself falling. I closed my mind to what
Ken had done to me and hoped this was the one I could let get close.

	"You scare the holy shit out of me, Judd. I think I may fall really
hard. I can only hope your intentions are honorable."

	He hugged me hard and let go, not replying. He went back to
unpacking and I cleaned up the lunch mess. I wrapped the remains of his
huge sandwich in Saran wrap, and set it on the end of the counter with a
freshened Coke. I walked over to my desk on the east side of the room and
sat down at my word processor. I turned on the screen and started scrolling
what I had written last night. When the lines of words stopped moving, I
realized I hadn't read a word more than the first sentence, twenty-six
pages back.

	I looked up at the object of my distraction. He had finished
putting all of his clothes away and was sitting on a stool at the counter
eating the rest of his sandwich. He saw me watching him and raised the last
bite toward me.

	"Thanks, Jace." He mumbled around the mouthful. I propped my chin
on my knuckles and smiled. He was so unaware of his effect on me. And so
pleasant to look at. He downed the last of the Coke and put the dishes in
the washer.

	"Would you like to take me on a tour of the city, Unk?"

	"Call me Unk again and I'll give you a tour back to Pecos. Yes, I'd
love to give you a tour. What do you want to see first?"

	"Well, I'd like to spend a whole day in the old library downtown,
so let's put that off. The Griffith Observatory, Hollywood, Beverly Hills."

	"That's a full afternoon. Let's go do it."

	When we entered the garage Judd walked over to the passenger side
of the Cherokee. I followed. He looked at me with a slight frown. I lifted
the cover on the car behind him and started folding it.

"Let's go in this." I said, as my 1952 MGB was exposed. I unlatched the top
from the windshield and laid it back.

	"Wow, would I love to drive this beauty." He caressed the door.

	"I may let you eventually, but today sit back and enjoy the ride
and the sights." I slid behind the wheel and started her up. She purred a
little louder than Lizz. Judd hurried around to the other side and scooted
in beside me.

	"Damn, it's a good thing it's not any smaller we wouldn't fit."

	"I think most men were smaller than us when they built this car."

	We sped up Central to Wilshire and turned west toward Hollywood. I
drove him through downtown Hollywood and then up Santa Monica, through
Boy's town, and into Beverly Hills, down Rodeo Drive and then a tour
through some of the residential streets.

	As we drove we talked, telling each other about our lives. I
pointed out palatial houses that had belonged to famous people. We went up
Coldwater Canyon to Mulholland. We stopped a couple of times so he could
look out at the San Fernando Valley and the Los Angeles Basin. The day was
so clear we could see Catalina Island.

	"Oh wow, this is the first time I've seen the ocean. Can we go out
there some time?" He sounded like a kid in a candy store, eager, wanting it
all.  I wanted to give it to him.

	We dropped down to Franklin and then up Western to Los Feliz and on
to Fern Dell. We drove through the wilderness of Western Caynon to
Observatory Drive.  When we parked at the observatory Judd was all eyes. We
high above the city at one of the few remaining examples of fine Art Deco
Architecture in Los Angeles

	"Jace, I've studied pictures of this place for years. I love this
kind of architecture. It's just so neat." He raised his camera and snapped
a shot.

	We walked around the grounds. When we got to the back of the
structure there was a couple of Japanese fellows taking pictures. Judd
handed them his camera and asked them to take our picture.  We rested our
arms on the high wall, chins resting on our arms looking out over the
expanse that is L.A. Judd put his arm around my shoulder and just as the
fellow snapped the photo he turned and kissed my cheek. I turned and looked
at him.

	"Thanks Jace."  He said.

	I kissed him back; I heard a camera snap another shot just as I
did.  I moved away before they got carried away. Judd thanked them and of
course they wanted photos of themselves, too. Since they were too short to
pose as we had, they jumped up and sat arm in arm on the wall.
	I thought it rather strange that Judd gave them our address. They
spoke little English and we spoke no Japanese. A couple of weeks later I
received an envelope from Japan. It contained the photo of me kissing Judd.

	As we strolled back to the car I noticed that we really turned
heads as we walked past people. I think they thought we were father and
son. Judd rested his hand on the back of my neck. I looked at him and
smiled.

	"I just have to touch you, Jace. It's hard to be near you and not
touch you."

	I grinned and brought my arm up and rested my hand on his
shoulder. I enjoyed his touch, and loved touching him.

	The sun was beginning to set. It was one of those rare days that
there were high clouds in the sky as well as the low coastal ones that seem
to always be present around this part of the coast. It was a perfect
sunset. We sat in the grass on the edge of the hill, our bodies touching
until it started fading. We climbed back into the car and coasted down the
hill.

	"I'm going to take you to one of my favorite restaurants for
dinner. It's a casual place so we can go as we are." I drove back through
West Hollywood, down Robertson and turned left on to Third. We parked, got
out and walked a block to the Barefoot. It was Thursday so the crowd was
light; we were seated immediately.

	I looked around the room. I saw a couple of people I had worked
with in the past and waved to them. And then I saw Netta on the far side of
the room with a large group. Netta is a true JAP (Jewish American Princess)
and she is the first to admit it. Born in wealth, she denies herself
nothing. She is a social gadfly. We connected at UCLA and became best of
friends. I was a big handsome man that she didn't have to worry about
fighting off sexually and she was a beautiful woman who loved to be seen on
my arm when I needed a date.

	I excused myself to Judd and started toward her. She saw me at
about the same moment, and stood up smiling.

	"Jace, it's so wonderful to see you." Her voice projected like a
stage actress'. I think she tries to emulate Tallulah Bankhead. We hugged
and smooched each other. We had the attention of everyone in the room. She
glanced over toward our table.

	"Who is that beautiful young man you're with?" Everyone turned and
looked at Judd. He realized that he was suddenly the center of attention
and blushed. His pale blonde hair made the reddening skin more noticeable.

	"Come meet him." I said, escorting her back over to the table. Judd
stood up as we approached.

	"Netta this is my nephew, Judd Deason. Judd, Antoinette
Schwartz. She's a dear friend. We went to school together."

	"I wouldn't believe you for a minute, Jace, if he didn't look just
like you. You both have eyes Paul Newman is envious of. Welcome to L.A.,
Judd."

	Judd grinned. She took his head in both hands and pulled him down
to her and kissed him on each cheek. He turned a darker shade of red.

	"It's nice to meet you, Ma'am." He said.

	"Call me ma'am again and you won't think so. I'm Netta."  She
smiled at him, and turned back to me. "Jace, we must get together soon. I
see so little of you lately. I must get back to my people. Call me.  It is
nice to meet you, Judd."

	She went back to her table. It seemed that most of the eyes in the
room stayed on us. We sat back down and buried our faces in the menus.

	After we ordered our dinner, Judd was obviously preoccupied about
something. I watched him for a couple of minutes.

	"Okay, I think you know you can ask me anything. If it's not too
personal, I'll answer as candidly as possible." I told him. He studied me a
moment and then looked down.

	"You say that you don't make a lot of money writing. Are you
telling me that I shouldn't become a writer?" He asked.

	"Judd either you are a writer, a wannabe or you're not a writer at
all. If you're a writer, you're going to write no matter what. If you're a
wannabe you probably never will be. If you are a writer, then you need to
learn the basics and hopefully you'll be able to at least make a living at
it. No, I would never tell you not to be, if you are. But if you're a
wannabe, I'd suggest you rethink it. But you have to know yourself which
you are."

	He thought a minute and then grinned.

	"I'm a writer Uncle Jace. I've always been. I've got that large
heavy suitcase that I didn't unpack full of notebooks. Hundreds of stories
and vignettes. I've always written down every idea."

	"Sounds to me like you're definitely a writer."

	"So if your not really that successful, how do you live so well?"
He asked.

	I thought the question over and decided that it was a fair question
and there were obviously things his dad hadn't revealed to him yet.

	"I'm a Deason. I'm over twenty-five."

	"Yeah?"

	"I assume that your dad hasn't told you about the Deason
Fortune. Well, you're out on your own now. So I suppose it wouldn't hurt to
tell you."

	I paused to gather my thoughts.

	"Tell me what? I've never heard about any fortune."

	"My grandfather, your great grandfather, amassed a huge fortune
early in his life. He married a young Yankee socialite when he was in his
mid forties. She gave him a son soon after they were married and then
refused to let him near her again. He learned to despise his wife after a
few years of marriage, made a large settlement with her and sent her back
to her family.  His son always resented being deprived of his mother, even
though she didn't want him. He and my grandfather never did like each
other.  Dad was quite a playboy and spent money like it ran from a
fountain.

	"When Granddad set up his will, he did it in a way that Dad could
never touch any large sum of money. It was stipulated that he had to marry,
have children and live and work on the ranch to be eligible for his annual
stipend, which was quite large. In the will he gave each of his four
grandsons ownership of the ranch held jointly to be passed on to their
sons.

	"Your grand dad has always hated having to live on the ranch. But
your dad has always loved it. The ranch itself doesn't bring a lot of
money, but the oil wells, of course, do. The granddaughters each get a
large dowry when they marry. They won't know about it until after they are
married and have a child.

	"Also the four of us were given a large amount of wealth with
strict stipulations on how it was to be invested and that we could only
live off of the interest of the investments. So I get around $350,00.00
annually. What I don't use I reinvest at the end of each year. That part
that I reinvest I can get use of any time I need it. My brothers are set
the same. As a Deason you will come into an inheritance at the age of
twenty-five, too."

	"Cool. But I'll still have to get a part time job to get through
the next three years of school. Dad said he would pay all the school cost
but my pocket money I have to work for. I sold my pickup before I left, but
I want to buy another one before school starts."


	We had a delicious meal and managed not to make a spectacle of
ourselves, seeing that everyone was curious about the two towheaded Texans
in their midst. We ignored the cruising straight and gay. After an expresso
we headed back home.

	"Where should I spread my bedroll out? Judd asked when we entered
the loft.

	"Well, I thought maybe you could set up a cubby here in this
corner." I indicated the corner by the wall that separates the bath area
from the rest of the loft.

	"I bought an army cot for you to sleep on until we get something
else. And I placed a screen to give you some privacy."

	"Damn Jace, the way I roll, I'd fall of that cot. And I have four
younger brothers; I don't know what privacy is."

	"Then spread your bed roll out where ever you wish.  No problem."

	He spread it under the big plate glass window between the two
sofas.  He stripped down to his skivvies and lay down on top of his bed. I
stood frozen watching him. I managed to break my trance, went to the bar
and poured myself a stiff drink of scotch. I didn't stop to consider the
fact that I am alcohol intolerant. I get drunk super easily and have the
worst damned hang over the next day and sometimes the day after that. I
downed it quickly, trying to ignore the near naked man lying in the middle
of my living room.

	I know he was watching as I disrobed. I turned my back to him and
removed my boxers, and crawled under the sheet. Both cats jumped up on the
bed. Lizz claiming the foot and Gretch claimed the pillow next to my
head. I turned to the light control box on my bedside table and turned all
the lights off except for a small lamp on a table against the bathroom
wall.

	I tried to compose my mind for sleep, but the image of Judd lying
on top of his bedroll kept popping into my mind. Of course the scotch did
its thing to me too. It kept me awake. Towards dawn I think I finally fell
into a fitful slumber.

	The sun rose without me to greet it. And when I finally opened an
eye, I was lying naked on the bed. A madman was beating the hell out of a
tympani drum inside my head. I reached down to find the sheet and pull it
up. It wasn't there.

	I sat up, groggy with the lack of restful sleep. The mad drummer
doubled the beat in my head.  I saw the sheet in a knot on the far sideof
the bed. There was a foot sticking out of it. My eyes traveled from the
foot, over the bunched sheet that covered most of the leg up to two
beautiful pink buns, they looked almost fluffy with the thick coat of pale
blond hair covering them.  They were attached to a strong muscular back on
top of which was a pale blonde head of hair. I blinked several times but
the dream persisted. I got off the bed as smoothly as possible and walked
around the bed.

	There was an arm and foot dangling off the edge of the bed. I
squatted and looked at the face. It kind of looked like me, I thought,
except it was too young to be me and besides that, I was squatting on the
floor looking at it, so it couldn't be me. I was being really astute
considering my condition.

	I stood up and forced my brain to think. Yesterday. Oh. Yeah.  I
went to the airport and picked up Judd.  This is Judd lying naked in my
bed. So what was he doing in my bed?  Did I do something with him that I
couldn't remember? Oh God, tell me I didn't. I crawled into a pair of
shorts and stumbled into the kitchen, ridden with guilt over the
possibility that I may have had sex with my nephew and didn't even remember
it.

	With several false starts, I finally managed to get the coffee
making. I opened the fridge, took out the bottle of Coke, I took a long
swig of it, and carried it over to the counter. I propped my chin in my
palms on the edge of the counter and stared at the naked body lying on my
bed. I could feel the sugar begin to course through my veins. As my mind
started waking up so did George.  He raised right up and was demanding
attention. Yeah, that sweet young ass over on the bed was the attention he
was wanting.

	I looked down at George.

	"Please tell me we didn't take that sweet cherry and don't even
remember it."

	He just ignored me and pushed against the zipper, wanting me to
release him. No way.

	"G'morning."

	I looked up. Judd had rolled on to his back and pulled the sheet up
to his waist. Damn, even in this painful haze he is beautiful.

	"The floor got awfully hard and the sofas are too soft. Your bed is
just right. I hope you don't mind." He said, stretching like a cat.

	"As long as you didn't eat all my porridge, too."  I retorted.

	I must be coming around to be able to that witty.

	"What happened to you skivvies?" I asked.


	His hand slid under the sheet and came back out with them in a
wad. He blushed.

	"I kind of messed them. I couldn't get to sleep. It helps relax
me."

	"Messing your undies helps you sleep?"

	"No, getting my rocks off. It works for you, too, doesn't it?"

	"Sometimes. Want some coffee?"

	I was feeling relieved, I apparently hadn't been involved with him
getting his jollies.

	"I'd love some. Black, please."

	He leaped off the bed and detoured to the toilet. George and I
listened to the waterfall. It was kind of musical. He came back out. Still
naked. He walked up behind me and gave me a hug.

	"Put some clothes on, Fluffy, before you get raped." I growled

	"You can't rape me, Jace, I'm too willing." He kissed me on the
back of my neck. "What's with the fluffy bit?"

	"It would be rape on my part. At least put some shorts on. Cover
those fluffy buns before George goes on a rampage."  "Who's George?" he
asked over his shoulder as he went to get some shorts.

	"You may meet him eventually but not this morning."  He came back
wearing a tee shirt, too.

	"That's better." I said, as I handed his a big mug. I turned back
and started mixing the usual Ovaltine and dry milk into my coffee. He
watched.

	"Ugh. You drink that?"

	"You may taste it before you make any more disparaging
remarks. Meanwhile, you are blocking my path to the nearest chair."

	"Are you always this grouchy in the morning?" He stepped out of my
way.

	"What's with the twenty questions? No, I am not this grouchy. I
have a damned stupid hangover. All right?" I collapsed into the chair.

	"Damn, you only had one drink. Or did you drink more after I
zonked?"
	"It only takes one. And I'm too stupid to remember that."

	"You need some sugar in your system." He picked up the bottle of
Coke, took the cup of coffee out of my hand and replaced it with the
Coke. "Drink up."

	He then went to the fridge and started rummaging through its
contents.

	"A high protein breakfast is what you need next. It'll help keep
your blood sugar level up. Have you been checked out for diabetes?"

	He started chopping onion.

	"Yes. And no I don't have diabetes. I am hypoglycemic and alcohol
intolerant and I'm stupid enough to forget what it does to me."

	He sautéed it with some ground round.

	"I think you're trying to punish yourself for having randy thoughts
about your nephew." He chuckled.

	He had hit on the truth.

	"So now you're not only my mother fixing me breakfast, you're my
psychiatrist, too?" I asked.

	He was whisking eggs now. He looked up at me and grinned.

	"You figured it out, huh? I'm going to take care of you, Jace."
	He poured the eggs into the skillet and started stirring.

	"What makes you think I need someone to take care of me?"

	I thought I should be feeling resentful, even though the idea was
appealing.  I noticed my headache was receding. The madman was now only
doing an occasional roll on the snare drums.

	"You need me, Jace. You need me bad."

	Damn, I wished he would shut up and stop grinning at me.

	I watched him salt and pepper the mixture and then add a couple of
shots of Tabasco. I heard the toast pop up. I had no idea when he had put
it in. He slathered butter on it.

	"Come on, old grouch, breakfast is ready."

	He had even set the table without me noticing. I sat down and
looked at my plate.

	"What is this glop?"

	Actually it looked very tasty. He had placed tomato and avocado
slices on the side.

	"Didn't you say something about disparaging remarks awhile ago?
Taste it."

	I did. It was delicious. I cleaned my plate and would have eaten
more if there had been more.

	"Nasty wasn't it?"

	"Yeah, really awful." I agreed.

	He handed me my mug of sludge. I took a big mouthful and set it
down. I usually drink it cold. He sat there staring at me.

	"What?"

	I frowned at him.

	"You like my fluffy buns, huh?"

	"George likes them. I think they are too fuzzy."

	"Well, you tell George to keep his hands off of them; they belong
to you."

	I stared at him over my mug as I drained the last of the sludge out
of it.

	"Finished with your coffee?" He aasked.

	Judd stood and lifted me out of my chair by my armpits.

	"Okay, now to the shower with you."  He aimed me towards the
bathroom.

	"Hey, this is something I do by myself. I'm not going to have that
luscious body rubbing around on mine in the shower."

	He was ignoring me, as he unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down
my legs.

	"Did you hear me, Judd?"

	"I heard you." He said in a small voice.

	He sat back on to the floor where he had been kneeling in front of
me. His hands dropped into his lap, head down in defeat. I stood there
looking at him for a moment.

	"Stand up."

	He stood, his chin still on his chest.

	"You do make this difficult." I told him.

	I took his face in both hands and made him look at me. I kissed him
on the lips, hard. He reached out to hug me. I held him back with my
elbows.

	"Not yet. But when the time is right, I will make it worth your
wait, Judd. I promise."


And there still more!

Okay, I'm sure all you dog lovers are up in arms. Well, I happen to love
dogs too. It's just that they don't fit my lifestyle, so It Is CATS. And As
long as you love animals you are a good person. Jace

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