Date: Thu, 26 Sep 2002 11:48:10 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com> Subject: Wade Grows Up - Chapter Seventeen - Alaska - Part I DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between men, teenage boys, and sometimes between men and boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DON'T READ IT! If you choose to read it, then please enjoy. Please note that this will be the last chapter in the series, although it will be broken up into more than one part. WADE GROWS UP Chapter Seventeen - Alaska - Part I ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Connor's death was harder on me than anything I'd ever gone through. My father, step-mother, and brother came over from Boston several times and tried to help me through it. Sarah, Don and the boys all tried to help. Al even came for a visit. Nothing, but the passage of time helped. Once I finally started to come out of my grieving, I felt empty and alone, even with all my family and friends there to support me. I decided that if I was going to survive, I needed a change, a complete change. I needed to sell my house and move somewhere else, completely different and start over again! I did just that. I sold everything I had, and packed up the few things I wanted to keep in a new Lincoln Navigator I bought myself. Then I drove off, with no idea where I was going to stop and try and settle down. Sure, it was hard leaving Sarah, Don, and the boys in the end, but we vowed to keep in touch and visit one another eventually. It was hard moving further away from my father and his family too - but they understood, and obviously we'd be staying in touch anyway. It was November when I finally left. I decided to drive south, and find somewhere warm to stay for the winter. I went first to the Savannah, Georgia area, and spent a few weeks there, but didn't care for it. I went down into the Florida Keys next, and ignored Christmas while I was there. The weather was good - but only old people or rich people lived there. In February I was bored, so I drove on to New Orleans. Only stayed long enough for Mardi Gras. Spent most of it half drunk, trying to pick up cute guys to fuck! I think I ended up having sex with about four different guys. The first three were all quick casual sex. Once in a public men's room, once outside in an alley, and once in this one guy's motel room. Just before I was going to leave New Orleans though, there was this one young curly dark-haired guy I picked up. His name was Ethan. He'd hitch-hiked down from Kentucky, and was flat broke when I found him. I happened to be sober at that point. I found him sitting on the sidewalk playing a fiddle hoping for tips for some money to get some food with. It was starting to rain. I took him with me to a diner and fed him. We talked. I noticed how cute he was, and he seemed to be staring at me too. As we ate, he told me his story, ending with how he had nothing, and was going to leave the next day to go home. He told me he was 18, I figured he was younger, but couldn't really tell. I offered for him to stay at my motel with me for the night, but told him he'd have to share a bed with me - I only had one queen size in my room. He didn't have a problem with that. As we stood up to leave, I saw an obvious hardon pressing against the inside of his jeans. He got embarassed when he saw I'd noticed, until he saw my own hardon through my jeans! He smiled then. I squeezed his crotch as I walked past him, and he sighed "this is going to be more fun than I thought." I grinned. It was pouring when we left the restaurant, and we were soaked when we jumped into the car. We went back to my motel then. When we got into the room, I suggested we take off our wet clothes. Ethan grinned laciviously at me, and started to strip. I followed suit. In a minute we were both almost completely naked, all that remained was our briefs, both of which were tenting severly. I reached over to him and stuck a finger in his waistband, and pulled the front back, freeing a beautiful 8" cut hardon. He did the same to me, releasing my dick as well. We both pulled off our briefs then. Ethan said "I really could use a shower before we do anything - I'm pretty grungy. Is that OK?" "Sure, I'll join you if that's OK?" I answered. "C'mon then." he said grinning. I watched him walk into the bathroom and step into the shower. What a great body he had! I followed Ethan into the shower and he turned on the water, and let it run all over him. I grabbed a bar of soap and began to wash him. He seemed to like that. I washed every square inch of his body, paying special attention to his love pole and nut sack. When I'd finished washing him, and he'd rinsed, he grabbed the bar of soap and washed me in similar fashion. His hands running all over my body felt great! Finally, I got rinsed off too. We toweled dry, and I went and laid on the bed. He followed me, but pushed my legs apart and knelt between them, and went down on me. Ethan didn't waste any time. He sucked rapidly up and down my cock, and played with my nipples with his fingers and thumbs. All too soon, I was reaching my climax. I warned him I was going to cum, but he kept on sucking and playing with my nipples. Suddenly I began pumping my load into his mouth, and he began swallowing it. He took it all, none leaked out around the edges of his mouth. He didn't stop sucking until I'd stopped, and was already beginning to lose my hardness. "How was that?" he asked. "Wonderful!" I replied, "your turn now." He grinned and laid down, and let me repeat the same procedure on him. I modified it just a little though, as I began by having him pull his knees up to his chest, and I rimmed him a little to start. He went wild, exclaiming how great that felt, and how nobody'd ever done that for him before! After a while, I pulled his knees down. He looked a little disappointed, but then I went to work on his cock, and let a finger slip inbetween his ass cheeks, and massage his wet hole. This seemed to please him as he shortly experienced a really passionate orgasm, filling my mouth with his cream! I swallowed it all, as had he. When he was done, I laid down next to him. He turned to me and kissed me gently on the lips, and thanked me for everything I'd done for him. I kissed him back, and told him "no problem". He snuggled into me, and before I realized what had happened, he'd fallen asleep! I reached down and pulled the covers up over us and turned out the light. Poor kid must've been exhausted, he slept soundly the entire night, snuggled up to me. It was 7:30 when I woke up the next morning. Ethan was still sleeping, laying facing me, his head nestled in the crook of my arm and his left arm and leg slung over me. He must've been having a good dream too, as he was grinding his hardon into me. Gently I reached down and took it in my hand, and started to pump it. Ethan started groaning and humping my hand. Suddenly he let out a little cry, and started squirting his cum all over me. I continued to pump his cock. The intensity of his orgasm woke him, and for a moment he seemed dis-oriented - didn't realize where he was. Then as his orgasm subsided, he looked at me and remembered where he was. He got a little embarassed for having had a wet dream all over me. I grinned, and told him it was no problem, and that I'd actually helped it along. It was then he realized I had his cock in my hand yet. He laughed then. We laid there a minute or two, then shyly, Ethan asked me if I'd rim him again. I said "sure". He used a tissue to wipe his cum off me, and another on himself. I told him to lie on his stomach and to put a pillow under his crotch. He did as I told him. His butt was sticking up in the air nicely then. I spread his legs and knelt between them. I parted his cheeks with my hands, and lowered my mouth to his puckered hole. He moaned at the first touch of my tongue on his anus. I began licking him up and down, spending a lot of time swirling my tongue around his ass hole. I started lapping at the hole, which brought a continual string of moans from Ethan. He pushed his butt upward a little more toward me. I started to fuck his asshole with my tongue, which brought groans of joy from him. My tongue was getting tired, so I reached for a tube of lube, and put some on my finger, and started to finger fuck his beautiful hole. He really seemed to like this. I added another finger a minute later, and eventually a third one. He really seemed to be enjoying this, and groaned, "I want you to fuck me!" I didn't wait to see if he was serious, I pulled my fingers from his hole, and squirted some lube into my hand and applied it to my very hard cock. I knelt behind Ethan and pressed the tip of my penis' head against his pucker. With one slow gentle shove I was all the way inside the boy. He let out a loud groan as I hit bottom! Urgently he told me to fuck him hard, which I started to do. Ethan was groaning and grunting with each stroke in and out of him. He was beginning to thrash around a bit, and I could sense he was going to cum again. So was I. A couple more shoves and I suddenly felt Ethan's ass hole clamp around my penis, as he let out a cry, and began shooting his cum! I began to pump my own load deep inside Ethan's rectum. After several spasm, we both finished cumming, and relaxed, me on top of him. This time it was me who suggested the shower. As Ethan washed my ass, I was surprised that he knelt down, parted my cheeks, and began licking my hole! It felt great. He gave me a good couple minute rim-job. We eneded up soaping each other up and masturbating to a climax together in the shower. Finally we rinsed, dried, and got dressed. I shaved too. Ethan didn't need to, except for the tip of his chin. He borrowed my razor to do this. I asked Ethan if he wanted a ride home. "All the way to Kentucky?" he asked incredulously. I said "yeah - I'd rather not see you hitching - never know what kind of pervert will pick you up!" We both laughed. I packed up my few things and we threw them in the car, checked out and left. It was about an 11 hour drive to his house. We did it in two days, taking our time, stopping along the way to see things of interest, or to suck each other off at a rest stop. We spent the night in between together in a motel room. We took turns fucking each other that night, both getting the chance to cum up the other's ass, as the other came all over the pillow beneath them! The next afternoon, Ethan was rather quiet and looked nervous to me. I asked him what was wrong - he just said "nothing" and stared out the window. That evening we arrived at Ethan's house. Ethan was extremely nervous as we pulled up in front of his house. "What's the matter?" I asked him again. Haltingly, he finally said "Uh, well - I'm either not going to be welcome here, or I may be in a little trouble - see I just kind of took off to New Orleans without permission, after a big fight we had." He looked at me guiltily. "18 eh?" was all I asked. He flushed crimson and looked ready to cry. "C'mon - time to face the music" I said, and opened the car door. As we got out of the car, his mother ran from the house screaming "Oh thank God! Where have you been Ethan?" His father came running too, giving me glaring looks. Apparently, Ethan, had just turned 17, and his parents were quite distraught that he'd taken off like he did. He was promptly grounded until he turned 18! I found it odd that Ethan looked relieved that they grounded him. And he was beaming when they both hugged and kissed him. After he'd told them how he'd hitched to New Orleans, and had run out of money, and ended up hooking up with me (he made me sound like a saint), both parents seemed relieved that he had hooked up with a nice guy like me who took care of him and brought him all the way home to them. His father lightened up on me then and wanted to pay for his meals and motel costs. I refused. They made me stay to dinner, and then insisted I spend the night before I went on. I did. I slept in the guest room. Ethan snuck in after midnight and we talked a while. Apparently he'd "come-out" to his parents a couple weeks ago, and that was what the fight was about before he left. He'd gotten the impression they didn't accept his homosexuality, and decided to leave. Once in New Orleans he ran out of money and realized being on his own wasn't what he wanted yet, and that it was dangerous to boot. So he'd decided to come home, and see if they'd take him back. He was really happy that his parents seemed to love him, and wanted him. i asked him why he hadn't told me all that in New Orleans. He said at first he thought I might be a cop, so he lied. The when he realized I wasn't, he didn't want me to know he'd lied. I gave him a hug and a kiss and told him it was OK. Then I felt his hand gripping my dick. "We can't do that here" I hissed, but he'd dropped to his knees and had pulled my cock out and started sucking on it. So, we quickly and quietly sucked each other off. Then Ethan crept back to his own room. After breakfast the next morning, Ethan went back to school, and I left. I decided to go to California and see what it was like out there. I spent the next couple months living with a couple of gay surfers in a beach house. They were twin brothers - Seth and Jacob - they both had deep dark tans and long bleach blonde hair. They were in their early 20's. They both had 7-1/2" cut cocks, and had shaved their pubic hair off. They didn't seem to have any life goals, except to surf, drink, get high, and have sex! They seemed to have all the money they needed too. So for two months I lived with them and learned to surf. We drank, got high, and had sex all day and all night. Somewhere along the way we slept in between. Although the sex was great, I must've been getting back to my usual self, because after 10 weeks or so, I decided I'd had enough of this aimless lifestyle, and packed up and left. I went up to Seattle next. Spent a couple weeks there. It rained most of the time, which depressed me, so I decided to leave and go elsewhere. I'd always wanted to see Alaska, so I headed up the coast in that direction. Once I was up into Canada, the weather brightened, and it was beautiful. It got more beautiful the closer I got to Alaska! One day in early in June, I pulled into the small town of Lake Chinook, Alaska. Lake Chinook is located in the middle of the state, about 20 miles from the nearest town. It's a small hamlet (only about 700 people), near a lake. There are wooded mountains surrounding the lake and town. There's only one road into, and out of Lake Chinook. the scenery was breathtaking. I pulled up in front of what appeared to be the only eating establishment in the town, save for a take-out pizzeria. I went in. The Lonesome Moose turned out to be a pub of sorts. There were several booths and tables, a juke box was playing, and there were a few people eating. Everyone looked up at me when I walked in. I smiled and nodded to them they all returned my smile or nod. I went and sat at the bar and ordered a draft, and asked for a menu. The bar tender turned out to be Henry, the owner of the establishment. After I'd ordered a Caribou Burger and fries, he stayed to talk. He told me a little about the town, and then I told him my story, ending with the fact that I was hoping to find a furnished place to rent. I asked if there was anyplace on the lake that was available, and he said there was, and in fact he was taking care of it for the owners who moved to Arizona for health reasons. He said the place was for rent, with an option to buy if I wanted. I asked how much the rent was. He said $500/month, and I could either lease it or rent it month to month. I told him I'd take it for a month at least. He was surprised I didn't want to see it, but when I handed him $500 he went out back, found the key, and brought a monthly rental agreement for me to sign. I read it and signed. I was now a resident of Lake Chinook, Alaska. AS we sat there, a child started pounding on the keys of a piano in the back of the room. The girl's mother stopped her, but not before I noticed it was out of tune. I asked Henry if anyone ever played for entertainment, and he said no, and that it was way out of tune. I asked him if I could look at it. He said to be his guest, so after I finished eating, I took another beer and wandered back to the piano. It was an old upright. I opened it up and sure enough, the tuning key was inside, so I sat down and started to tune the piano. This brought about a lot of stares from the few locals who were eating. After several minutes, I was satisfied with my work, and closed up the piano and played a tune. When I finished, the people all applauded, and Henry yelled over from the bar "Don't stop now - it sounds great! I can't believe that old thing still works!" As I played another tune, a state trooper and a blonde boy who appeared to be about 13 walked in together and sat at a table nearby. The man started talking to someone at a nearby table, but the boy watched me intently. He smiled when I looked at him, I winked back. I ended up playing the piano for almost an hour. It felt good, I hadn't played in so long. Finally I decided I'd best go find my house I'd rented. I got up to leave. The trooper and the boy were gone, having left about 20 minutes earlier. Everyone else applauded though. I stopped at the bar to pay for my burger, but Henry wouldn't hear of it. He told me to come play for my lunch or supper anytime! I grinned, and thanked him. Then he gave me directions to my new place. It was a log cabin out almost at the end of the road, just before the turnaround (it had a culdesac at the end, you had to come back into town to go anywhere else). There were two other houses, one on each side of it - each was about 200' from the other, with some trees in between them. There was a 1-1/2 stall garage too. I turned into the driveway and pulled up to the house. I got out and walked out to the front of it, which looked down a hill and out over the lake, and to the mountains on the opposite shore. It was gorgeous. There was a nice porch looking out over the view too. I went up to the door and unlocked it and walked in. I was astounded. The house was gorgeous - looked like something out of architectural magazines. There was a kitchen to my left, and to my right a dining area with a huge trestle table with booth type seats running down both sides of it. There was a bow window at the end, and on the near wall. Eating there would be like sitting at a table in the woods! I walked into the living room and there was a stone fireplace on the opposite wall, with a moose head hanging over it! I suddenly realized I heard bubbling water. I looked to the far corner, and there was a door into a little room with a hot tub! There was the hot tub, bubbling away. In it sat the same 13 year old blonde boy I'd seen with the trooper at the Lonesome Moose. His clothes were all laying in a pile near the door into the hot tub room. A pair of white briefs on top of the pile. He had a headset on, that was connected to a walkman sitting on the edge near him, and was leaning back on the opposite side of the hot tub, facing me. His eyes were closed, and he apparently couldn't hear me either. If he had either seen or heard me, he wouldn't have been doing what he was doing. I walked over to the doorway and stood watching him. As the water was bubbling, and his hand was flying up and down, it was impossible to get a clear view of his naked body, but you could clearly tell he was masturbating under the bubbling water. He appeared to be nearing his orgasm as I approached the door into the hot tub room. Just as I reached the doorway, he threw his head back further, his mouth was open and he gasped, and groaned. "Oh Fuck, I'm coming!" he growled. "MMMMmmmnhhh" he grunted. Then he let out a long sigh as his hand started to slow down. His head tilted forward again, and he opened his eyes. When he did, he was looking right at me. He froze in horror when he saw me looking at him... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The next part of this chapter will be published shortly.