Date: Thu, 26 Mar 2009 16:30:44 +0000
From: Jeffrey Fletcher <jeffyrks@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jonathan 21

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Jonathan 21

March 13

Jonathan returned to the cruising lay-by the following Thursday on his way
home from work.  There were five cars there when he arrived, and another
car followed him closely into the lay-by.  Steve also was there, and very
quickly they went up into the copse, and tossed each other off.  It was
enjoyable in the short term, but unsatisfying in the longer.

The week after he went again, and somewhat to his surprise there were no
other cars there.  He sat in his car, and all that happened in the quarter
of an hour he waited there was that a couple of cars drove through the
lay-by without stopping.

On the third week there were a few cars including Steve's there, but it was
pouring with rain, so the wood was out of bounds.  Jonathan pulled up
behind Steve, and hopped out of his car, tapped on Steve's window, and got
in beside him.

"Good to see you Jon."

"I came last week, and the place was deserted."

"It happens like that."  Steve reached over and rubbed his hand a couple of
times up and down Jonathan's thigh before putting it over his cock.  "Seems
you're glad to see me too."

"Well, your hand doing that is bound to turn me on."  Jonathan reached
across with his hand and felt Steve's cock.  "You feel as though you're
wanting something."

"That's true."  Steve pulled down Jonathan's zip and pushed his hand in.

"Sorry about the underwear."  Jonathan moved to give Steve a freer access.

Steve's hand grasped Jonathan's cock.  "I'm getting to like this tool of
yours.  There are lots of additional things I'd like to do with it."

Jonathan pulled down Steve's zip and his cock immediately was half out of
his trousers.  "You seem especially eager this afternoon."

They both laughed.

"But what additional things would you like to do with it?" asked Jonathan.

"Spend some time with you.  Not just a quick toss off in the damp woods.
I'd like to take your clothes off, slowly and deliberately.  Kissing and
licking each interesting part as it was revealed.  Then a good long suck,
and get you to give it to me fully and properly up my arse, and then the
other way round."

"That is a most attractive thought."

They leaned in towards each other and kissed.  The rain was so heavy that
someone outside would have to be both incredibly inquisitive and oblivious
to the downpour.  Each held the other's cock.

Steve pulled his face back.  "Jon, I live alone.  Got a small flat in
Luton.  What about us getting together there properly?  Spending some real
time together.  Could you stay a night?"

"Could do."

"Could you come back now?"

"No.  I am expected home.  There'd be a search party if I was that late,
even if we went back to your place for a quickie."

Steve reached into a pocket and pulled out his wallet and extracted a card
with his full name, address and phone number.  "You can phone me there. I'm
in most evenings.  If you can come over for a night , all the better."

"Thanks; that's an attractive offer."

They resumed kissing, and slowly their actions on each other's cock became
more deliberate.  It was Jonathan who shot his load first, followed very
soon after by Steve.

"Made a mess of your car."

"Soon wipe that off.  There'll be that nice smell of cum for me to savour
on the drive home."

Jonathan sniffed.  "It's a nice clean smell, I always think."

"The best quality spunk you can find."

They both produced handkerchiefs and proceeded to mop themselves up.  They
talked for a little while.

"I must be going, Steve, before that search party sets out."

"I hope to hear from you soon."

"Yea.  I must go."  Jonathan lent across and they gave each other a kiss.
He got out of the car and ran back through the heavy rain and got into his
own.  Steve drove off first, closely followed by Jonathan out of the
lay-by, but soon Jonathan turned off for Whitgest, while Steve carried on
along the main road towards Luton.

***

Jonathan drove back with a certain amount of excitement.  His three times
with Steve had been good.  The invitation back to his place, and the desire
that Jonathan should spend a night showed that he was more than interested
in just a quickie.  He reckoned that Malcolm would understand, and there
would be no need for lies or lengthy explanations.  He thought his
grandfather would understand completely the sexual pressures he was under.
Yes, he would phone Steve.  Not that evening, perhaps the next day or even
over the weekend.

Friday morning saw Jonathan back at work on time.  He was no longer working
with young James, but in the accounts department.  As he was moved around
Jonathan began to wonder if this was his father's idea, to give him a broad
experience, with an eye to the possibility of Jonathan taking over from him
in the fullness of time.  This thought gave him some surprise, as he knew
his father had not changed his views on homosexuality; though his father
was always capable of surprising him.  At times Michael was kind and
considerate, at others his strict beliefs seemed to dominate and affect his
character as well as his attitudes.

Jonathan and James would usually see each other once or twice in the course
of a working day.  James always had a friendly word and enquiry as to how
Jonathan was getting on.  Jonathan sensed that the younger man was trying
to say something, but was hesitant about doing so.  He wondered if it was
because he was Michael, the owner's son.

On the way back to Whitgest that Friday evening Jonathan stopped the car
just off the road a couple of miles from Whitgest.  He wanted time to
think.  He had begun the day intending to phone Steve in the evening, but
he was now having some doubts.

He remembered his words to Malcolm about wanting to find someone whom he
could fully love, and be loved by.  Was Steve a possibility?  The limited
sex they had had, had been good as far as it went.  Jonathan thought about
going further.  Spending more time with Steve was likely to show their
sexual compatibility.  He knew from his experience at Bill's that he was
versatile in the fullest understanding of that word in gay circles.
Nothing Steve had said or done in their three meetings had led him to think
anything other than that they were sexually compatible.

Steve was seventeen years older than he.  Not a vast number of years, but
significant.  Could he see himself in a more lasting, even permanent
relationship with Steve?  He was doubtful.  Then he realised that he knew
very little about Steve.  He knew almost nothing about his story.  There
was not only Steve's sexual story, but what other things he liked and
disliked.  There were things like taste in music, in reading, and if it
came to living together, in eating.  Then he realised that Steve knew next
to nothing about himself.  At some time he would have to be open and tell
him that he had for six months been a sex worker, fair enough a high class
one, but still in effect a rent boy working in London.  He knew he would
have to tell Steve that soon.  That would be a difficult task.

He reached out to turn on the ignition, but then sat back.  His time at
Bill's was too recent, he was still too emotionally raw, to be able to face
the possibility of rejection.  He would not phone Steve when he got back
that evening, he would think things over some more.

When he arrived back at his grandfather's house he reached into his pocket
and took out the card which told him Steve's address and telephone number.
He looked at it briefly, then tore it into small pieces.  He got out of his
car, and as he walked round to the back door, he put the pieces into the
wheely-bin.

He never went to that lay-by again.

***

Since leaving Bill's, Jonathan had kept in regular touch with Kevin in New
Zealand. This uncle was just seventeen years older.  He had always liked
Kevin, and now there was the additional tie in that they were both gay and
out to each other.  Jonathan found himself telling Kevin more than he told
his grandfather.  He had mentioned nothing of the Steve episode to Malcolm,
but he had narrated every detail to Kevin; and that evening after tearing
up Steve's card with the telephone number on it, he told Kevin his reasons.

The following morning there was a reply from Kevin.

Hi Neph,

Thanks for telling me your latest news.   I think in the circumstances you
have done the right thing.  (Though I am sorry we'll not be treated to more
cock-raising accounts of your activities -- at least for a little while
;-) )  Your time at Bill's will be with you for the rest of your life,  but
the real danger is that it will make it difficult for you to have b/fs, and
in particular a special b/f.   You have said that is what you would like.
There is doubtless that special person,  perfect body,  sexually
compatible, and everything else that you want somewhere in this world!

You have mentioned James several times.  He is a person near your own age.
Why not give him an opening and see where it leads?   Another danger is
that almost all your experience has been with older men.  Do you want to
have an older man as your b/f?   There is nothing wrong with that,  but I
think you should think about it.

How long do you intend to work for the family firm?   Do you intend to go
to University, or has that idea been derailed?  Owen and I have been
talking, it would be wonderful to see you out here in New Zealand.   So we
are inviting you.   You would have to put up with us.  We usually wander
round the house in our birthday suits, and if you copied you might be
molested ;-).  But perhaps you'd like that.

Give the old man my love.  I think he is really enjoying having you around.
I will send him an Email or phone over the weekend.

Love,  Kev.

***

Jonathan thought a lot about Kevin's Email, especially what he said about
older men.  Yes, at Bill's he had mostly been with men older than himself,
some of them considerably older.  The more he thought, the more began to
realise that his ideal was someone near to his own age -- could it be
James?

***

Jeffrey at jeffyrks@hotmail.com