Date: Thu, 19 May 2011 19:49:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: jim ford <sojourn1950@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gordy comes Home chapter 14

This story is fiction. The characters are adults in adult
situations. Warnings: The only person you can ever hope to truly know is
yourself. Trust no one; use condoms. If you are not of legal age or in a
jurisdiction in which this document is illegal, go way. This is my
story. Please respect the copyright. Sojourn1950@yahoo.com

Even though John didn`t really know the man anyone could tell he was
nervous and ill at ease.

This disquiet was even more noticeable than when he visited John's father's
bedside. Those short exchanges were focused on John's Father's condition
and could hardly be called conversations. John hoped that today there would
be an actual conversation. Perhaps he would get to know Doc and vicariously
get to better know his father, as a man. An opportunity son's rarely, if
ever, get.

Once the two men were seated Doc obviously needed time to organize his
thoughts and to subdue his nerves. John used this time to study the man's
face. Eyes were hazel, leaning more to green and were expressive. Their
darting around John's office spoke of the nervousness. John could have
noticed those eyes landed only on things added or changed since "his
father's office" had become his; he didn't. The weathered face, was
handsome enough. His sharp angular features gave the man's face an almost
patrician quality. Strangely enough the look seemed to be enhanced by his
Stetson, now wrestling with his fingers. His hair was mostly gray with
traces of sandy blonde barely visible.

Doc coughed to clear his throat. He laid his left ankle across his right
knee and dropped his hat into his lap.

"John, I promised my son Gordon, that I would ask you to give him a summer
job, here at your dealership. He leaves for college in the fall. I'm hoping
he'll choose MIT or Stanford.

I understand this is asking a lot. If there is any reason why Gordon
shouldn't work here or if it's going to be a strain, I'll understand. No
hurt feelings, this is your business and I am sure you know what's best. I
promised to ask... the decision is out of my hands. I hardly think our
rebuilding an old John Deere together could establish credentials for his
employment here. I am not sure how he could contribute."

Doc paused. For the first time since the initial greeting, his eyes met
John's. The man visibly relaxed. The focus shifted ever so slightly, as if
he were seeing something or someone in the far distance.

After a moment, the focus once again met John's. When he spoke, his voice
softer, warmer, almost friendly.

"John, As his father, I have to say Gordon is quite brilliant. His
appearance can be misleading. He looks like a boy but he is very mature."
As he continued, his voice shifted again to a more reserved tone. "He is
friendly, almost too congenial at times. He is the most observant person I
have ever known. He makes me nervous sometimes with his uncanny
insights. He is mechanically adept and a fine physical specimen. I said he
was quite brilliant. I assure you he is. His IQ is well, well." Doc paused
as though he had gone off track and had to refocus.

John couldn't help but think Doc's patrician features matched his
vernacular perfectly... If Doc had an English accent instead of a deep
Texas drawl, the picture would be complete. John could easily envision the
man in an English manor; sans boots and Stetson. `What must his son be
like?'

"John, if you are fully staffed or if there is any hesitation on your part,
we can shake hands and there will be no hard feelings. I can assure you
Gordon is prepared to accept the consequences and move on to a proper
university in the fall."

"Doc, giving your son a summer job is such a small favor. It's almost an
incidental consideration. You were Dad's best friend. I'm pleased you
thought to visit. But, if you'd asked over the phone the answer would've
been the same. He can start tomorrow."

John was beginning to believe he would never really know this man. He had
asked a favor, which was granted immediately... with enthusiasm, and Doc
looked as if he had just lost the family farm in a poker game.

"John there is more to it. You see Gordon feels, feels, he, uh, he feels an
attachment to you. In his mind it is a very serious attachment. Ever since
he was a little fellow, if John Grant was involved, I would hear about
it. Didn't matter if it was Little League, Cub Scouts, Boy Scouts, Four-H
or any of the myriad things boys are apt to be involved in... if you were
connected to it, he would speak incessantly about you. I used to think it
was an only child thing or maybe because he came to us late in life."

"Recently I've come to wonder if my friendship with your father, I mean, I
don't know if somehow his infatuation with you is connected in some deep
seated way to my friendship with your father."


"John, I can't say what feelings he has for you or why he has them. You can
call it hero worship. Maybe it's a big brother complex. I just don't
know. However you handle it, is entirely between you and Gordon, your both
adults. I am his father."

That last was a loaded statement if ever there was one. John did not miss
the implication.

"Doc, are you saying the real favor would be for me to find an excuse not
to hire Gordon?"

John sensed the struggle gripping Doc. Doc's eyes narrowed in
concentration. He massaged his chin with his thumb and forefinger.

John waited.

Finally. "John, I think the favor has to stand. I'll send Gordon by in the
morning, if that's alright.

As he was about to leave John's office, "John in light of your decision,
there are things I must tell you. Don't go with your first impression of
Gordon. Get to know him, before you, you, uh, lump him into some generic
category. Gordon it a very unique individual. As soon as he gets to know
you, you will see what I am talking about. He doesn't have much time to get
his point across, so he will most likely come off as blunt and perhaps
aggressive. He won't do it until he feels he knows you well enough. Don't
be surprised when the innocent teenager becomes a full fledged determined
young man. He knows what he wants and he is willing to go for it. I am sure
he will work hard to make you happy." Doc took one slow sweeping view of
John's office, as if remembering or committing to memory something
important.

A heavy sigh and the tone became warm once more. "John, Gordon is possessed
of what the Wichita called "an old soul". Don`t underestimate his maturity
or his intuitive abilities." A handshake and he was gone.

John had learned little more about the man than he had already surmised. He
seemed more reserved almost stuffy. John had never seen this side of
Doc. At the ranch, when they talked it was more, more normal. John pondered
the conversation for a while. His focus had been on getting to know
Doc. Hiring his son was an afterthought

As business made it's demands, Doc's visit and "conversation" slipped from
his mind. Only at the end of the day did he let Wylie know about Gordon
Belser. He was to handle the process of hiring and assigning Gordon his
"gopher" duties.  If there was any reason not to hire the boy, or if he
later proved to be a lost cause, Wiley would let John know.


By the following morning, John had forgotten about Gordon Belser.

"Mr. Grant"? John turned expecting to greet an employee. Instead he was
looking at a blonde haired, blue eyed, young man. He was almost as tall and
broad shouldered as John. His smile caught and held John's attention. This
was a smile that spoke of homecoming after a long, lonely separation. The
warmth in that brilliant smile warmed John's insides.

John was heading out to the sales lot, along with the already involved
salesman, to schmooze a hesitant customer and hopefully close the
deal. When Gordon Belser called his name and smiled, John`s destination
changed. Turning to the waiting salesman, John directed, "Sam, get Wylie to
give you a hand with Bill Jenkins. Make sure he knows it's Bill senior."
The salesman headed off down the hall to find Wylie.

John turned his full attention to Gordon Belser.

Considering the heat, Gordon was nicely dressed in a light blue oxford
shirt, khaki trousers and polished boots. John could have noticed they were
dressed very much alike, but he didn't. Had the young man been 10 years
older he could have easily been mistaken for a salesman, or the
owner. Gordon was on the cusp of manhood. He was already tall, broad
shouldered and handsome. His face perhaps always would retain a youthful
innocence. Either the smile magnified the innocence or the innocence
magnified the smile. John wasn't sure.

He had stopped about six feet away. John could see he was breathing
excitedly. Likely he had run to catch up and halted at a respectful
distance before calling his name. The handshake and introduction would have
made Doc proud. "Please sir, call me Gordy. No one calls me Gordon, unless
they don't know me." The smile again. "Even dad calls me Gordy, unless he's
talking about me. I understand you two had a talk yesterday." His voice was
rich and was carried on an almost musical undertone.

"Well, Gordy. Let's go to my office and we can get to know each other
better." In John's office the conversation continued. "Mr. Grant, do you
recall what my father said about me?"

John was busy considering those eyes. Perhaps a shade lighter than
Wylie's... Gordy's seem to sparkle. Realizing he was expected to say
something, John hurriedly tried to recall Gordy's last question. It was a
question? Had to be, else he wouldn't be waiting.

"I'm sorry Gordy, would you mind repeating that? I was still considering
the Jenkins deal."

Gordy smiled a brilliant smile, "Mr. Grant, that happens more than you
might think. I was asking if you recalled any of my father's comments from
yesterday."

This time John still didn't get all the question, er, statement. Still he
got enough... Lips so soft they look.. Luscious. "Ah, yes, that is... some
of it. He said you were brilliant, unique, had a boyish face, and more
mature than you appear. I think that sums it up."

The disappointment was evident. John racked his brain trying to recall more
of what Doc had said. Right now he would be lucky that same brain could
supply his own name. Damn, he didn't want Gordy to be disappointed
already. Disappointment would preclude the smile. That smile was brilliant,
warm... A smile hadn't had this effect on him since... John jerked away
from that thought and any thought that might lead to reminiscing. He
focused on the interview.

John learned a bit about Gordy Belser; Eagle Scout, President of the French
club, Senior Class President and valedictorian. He had taken college level
work to begin his sophomore year in the fall. He had been on the Honor Roll
since fourth grade. He and John had high school baseball and track in
common. That was about all. John was beginning to feel intimidated. All
that, good looks and a brilliant smile. John was once again reminded, life
is unfair.

Gordy had decided his first year would be in Dallas. Then he would consider
MIT or Stanford. John recalled Doc had not mentioned a Dallas college. He
expected to carry a double load in the Fall, that would speed him along
toward a double major in engineering and physics. He spoke, read and wrote
both Spanish and French fluently. He considered a military career after
college a likely path. John asked about West Point or one of the other
academies. Gordy explained that he had considered that, but he realized it
was too much of a commitment. He didn't want to lock into a future he might
not enjoy. Besides, that would be denying a scholarship to someone who
might need it. His college fund was more than adequate for any school he
chose. He would get into ROTC. That would be testing the waters. ROTC was
why he was favoring MIT over Stanford. If he liked it he would then choose
a branch of service.  When John asked if he had joined ROTC in high school
Gordy replied that he felt college ROTC was closer to the real thing and it
could lead to a direct commission. John was amazed at the boy's confidence
and focus. He certainly didn't remember possessing such clearly defined
goals as a teenager. He wondered if he ever had? Now, John was intimidated.

He heard Gordy's stomach rumble. Laughing at the blushing boy he insisted
on taking him to lunch. As they left the office Gordy's stiff demeanor
faded as John casually let his right hand stretch across Gordy's back and
rest lightly on his right shoulder. The young man seemed to move in
closer. It wasn't until they met Wylie near the miniature display case that
John guiltily removed his arm and introduced Gordy. He asked if Wylie would
like to join them for lunch. The offer was declined with the explanation
that he was finishing the Jenkins' deal. John knew better. He accepted the
polite refusal. In fact, John was pleased.

During lunch the conversation turned more to John. His likes, dislikes,
political views. John couldn't object to the questions. Each time he
answered he was rewarded with that brilliant smile. He was impressed when
the young man tried to pick up the check.

As they left the restaurant, John asked, "Why do you want to work at the
dealership?"

The question made the boy blush. "Mr. Grant" John interrupted to insist
that he call him John. "Everybody calls me John. Mr. Grant makes me think
of my Dad. That thought echoed inside his head. John felt a warm glow build
inside. How long had it been that he could remember his dad without
hurting?

Gordy had been studying John's face, almost from the moment they met. He
saw the small smile and offered, "My dad tells me your Dad was the finest
man he's ever known and the best friend he ever had. I only met him a few
times. He looked a lot like you. I saw the resemblance right away. It was
striking, even back then. I'm sorry I didn't get to know him better."

A comfortable silence carried them to the Tahoe. Once belted: "As to why I
want to work with you?  I think it would give me practical experience and,
uh, I don't want to be a Vet. This was my idea, not my Dad's. He would
rather I didn't."

The boys candor almost made John blush. He thought back on his meeting with
Doc. "If he didn't want you working with me, why would he even ask?"

"Oh, he likes you. He thinks you are a good man. He did it for me. "

"So, why does he not want us working together? you working with me?"

"It's just, uh, complicated. We`ll sit down some day soon, I hope, I`ll
tell you the whole story. When I get to know you better. " John brightened
at the thought of knowing Gordy better. He could tell the boy didn't want
to explain further, so he dropped it. Did the Belser's try to suppress
every painful or challenging issue?

Back at the dealership he was almost reluctant to turn the boy over to
Wiley. The two walked away, side by side, with enough space between them
that John could have walked between them without touching either.

Later; while John was working through a mountain of paperwork, he heard
Wiley clear his throat. "Hey John, you going home tonight or is it the
couch again? You know you can stay at my place. I'll ply you with pizza and
beer and then take you on the kitchen floor." Wiley wiggled his eyebrows up
and down salaciously. He could be crude and often was, only when they were
alone. In the presence of anyone else, Wiley unfailingly deferred to
John. John never encouraged Wylie's innuendos... although... direct
advances might... John suppressed that thought.

 "Speaking of pizza, what do you think of our newest employee?"

"I think he is going to be fine. I like him more than I thought I
would. He's smart and he's eager to learn. He pretty good at getting a fast
read on people. John, you can't get much past that guy. I told him to come
in jeans and tee shirt, ready to get dirty. His uniforms should arrive next
week. Oh, you ought to know, you're his hero."

"I don't even know the guy. We just met today. You saw Doc here yesterday,
he was asking me to put the boy to work. I think he said the same
thing.. Or something like that."

"First of all, he's as old as we were when we, ah, we met. Anyway,
according to Gordy, Mr. Grant has..." Wylie was counting with his
fingers. "been his little league coach, taught him to swim, canoe, power
boating, went camping with him. How well do you know this guy?

John's mouth dropped open. "I swear to you Wiley, I didn't know Gordon
Belser from Adam's house cat, before today. I've helped Jerry and Fred when
they asked. Even in high school I helped out anytime coaches or Scout
Masters asked. But, there was always such a group of boys that I couldn't
tell you if Gordon Belser was even in the mix."

"I believe you John. It's just that you made an impression on the kid. If
you were a woman or he was girl, I'd say he has a crush on you. I can
certainly understand if he does. You've got a lot to offer.  You're
handsome, hairy, hung and rich. Hell, I think I'm falling for you myself."
With that last Wiley's smile faded. He looked at something interesting in
the hallway, for a moment, before turning back to John.

John had been too busy with paperwork to look up. Finally at a stopping
point, he looked up at Wylie, smiled and said, "Well, thanks, I can agree
with all that, but you left out my most important quality. I'm modest."

"Well, modesty aside, what I said is true."

"You must be hinting at a raise. I'll think about it."

"Don't trouble yourself. I got one last quarter, plus a new Tahoe and you
didn't even notice. Seriously, John, listen to me. Don`t let this guy turn
your head." Then in an almost whisper, "either one of them."

Before John could respond, Wylie had turned and walked away.

After almost three weeks of working around the dealership, John and Wiley
agreed the kid earned his money. He kept the grounds trash free. When he
wasn't helping clean trade-ins he was assisting the Mechanics. Once he
finished a task he was immediately looking for the next. He had his hand in
everything from picking up lunch to manning the switchboard and delivering
sold equipment.

John found himself seeking out the young man. Each time he approached, John
was greeted with that brilliant smile. Sometimes their eyes would meet and
they would hold each others gaze. When the moment ended John was a little
embarrassed. Gordy unfailing smiled.

John made sure to praise Gordy for his hard work. Gordy responded with
smiles and harder work.

He found the handsome young man on his mind quite a bit, especially when,
late at night, he took matters in hand.  At first it was just a flash of
that smile just before he came. A couple of nights later, John was shocked
when called out "Gordy, I'm, I'm cummming!"  That ejaculation had been the
most intense and the biggest load in a long, long, time.

A few days after their joint appraisal, John asked what Wiley thought about
turning the kid loose on the boathouse. John explained he was seriously
thinking about putting it on the market. Wiley shrugged and said, "'Why
not." When John asked Gordy, his, now familiar, brilliant smile preceded
his positive response. They would meet at the boathouse the next morning.

The boathouse was used more by friends, employees and family, than by
John. More than once, he thought about selling it. That was the first time
he spent the night at the boathouse since Joe Don and Sally had used it
while they sold their house and left for Mexico where they were "living the
dream".

The last time they came to the ranch, he had promised Joe Don, he and Wylie
would come for a visit. The dinner had included Joe Don, Sally, Louis,
Conchatta and Wylie. The group had shared so much of John's life. They were
his family. Whisky made the promise.

Wylie accepted the invitation immediately. John had been more hesitant. Joe
Don just became more insistent and before John capitulated threatened to
"dust his britches". Eventually John gave in and committed to a
non-specific future visit. Neither he nor Wylie had talked about making the
trip. It had been almost a month.

Gordy arrived at the boathouse bright and early ready to work. Conchatta
came in not long afterward. She insisted on them both eating a good
breakfast. While Conchatta busied herself in the kitchen, John showed Gordy
around the place. He explained his expectations and the location of needed
tools, equipment and supplies. After breakfast Gordy walked him to his
Tahoe. "Gordy, clean up the outside. Conchatta will be working inside. She
won't leave until I get here. You are not to operate any power equipment
unless you tell her first. I don't want to explain to your father how his
only son, and one of my best, uh, employees, bled to death, because no one
was here to help him."

"You just found out that She knows her way around a kitchen, so you won't
go hungry. Conchatta will show you your room. There's TV with some videos
and a computer with internet. When you get hungry, or thirsty, help
yourself. No booze. Don't let me down. I want this place looking market
ready by the time you finish."

John headed back to the dealership. Upon his arrival, he got a message to
call Conchatta. There was an emergency!  John cursed himself for not having
charged his cell phone. Was Gordy was hurt? He thought about calling
911. Surely Conchatta would have done that. John rushed to his office to
call the boathouse.

Even as the call was connected his heart was pounding out of his chest. As
soon as the boathouse phone picked up he held his breath...

He was embarrassed by his relief, when he learned Conchatta's daughter
Maria had gone into labor. She needed to be with her in Nogales. John
collapsed into his office chair. Only then did he realize he hands were
trembling.

Conchatta didn't expect to return for at least two weeks. John expressed
his concern for Maria. She was younger than John. About Gordy's age. Too
young to be married and pregnant.

John asked if he could help? Did she need money? He told the receptionist
to get flowers to the hospital in Nogales, and keep checking back. He
wanted to know as soon as the baby arrived.

He let Wiley know he intended to take off the next couple of days and work
at the boathouse with Gordy. John had been pleased to see how Wylie had
really warmed to Gordy. John was almost jealous each time he found them
laughing and joking. He wasn't sure who's proximity he resented more...

Wiley simply smiled and said, "You know John, I think that's a fine
idea. You ought to get to know that guy. He's something special and he
thinks your are too. I'll say this, just being around him is a hoot. He can
go from too shy blushing bride to a jaded hooker in a flash and right back
again. You never know what you're gonna get. But he's a good guy all the
time. Go on out there., You'll get to know him, which ain't that easy and
maybe even learn something about yourself."

John only half heard Wylie. He was in a hurry to gather paperwork that he
might need to complete over the next few days. He didn't want to have to
leave Gordy alone at the boathouse. If John thought about it, he might have
questioned the Texas size grin that plastered his face the moment he
decided, he had to, go to the boathouse. His only concern was Gordy`s
safety.

Almost noon. John found Gordy on the deck, lying on a chaise lounge. At
first, John figured the he had been skinny dipping and afterwards had
fallen asleep. A towel lay draped across his eyes.

He saw the trail of, still wet, semen leading from Gordy's neck down to his
pubic hair. John licked his lips and cursed his bad timing. His body lay
exposed and vulnerable to the sun and John. He studied the lithe form,
carefully searching for any flaw which might punctuate this
perfection. There were none. A sheen of sweat glazed the lightly bronzed
skin. That same skin formed a perfect frame for the canvas of creamy white
flesh. Upon that canvas, a still life of two flesh covered plums and a
sizable sausage, still in it`s natural casing, all laid on a platter of
golden hair.

John focused on A single drop of semen surrounded by folds of
foreskin. Again he licked his lips. Bits of fresh grass clung to the hair
on his calves and stuck to the skin of his ankles. A few flecks of dried
paint welded golden hairs to the bronze skin on both his forearms.

No doubt; he had been working before working himself. John chuckled
silently at his own joke.


John soaked in the view longer than necessary to make these observations. A
lot longer. He became concerned that Gordy might awaken and freak out at
the idea that John was ogling his naked body. More over, the throbbing
bulge along his left leg was condemning proof. He quietly withdrew around
the corner and away from the boathouse. He walked away from the boathouse
and lit a cigarette. He drew the smoke deep into his lungs as he tried to
substitute less pleasant memories for those freshly burned into his
brain. Only after acknowledging he would use them to jerk of tonight did
they fade, somewhat. His swelling went done to a less obvious
condition. Once again he approached the deck.

He called out, as if not knowing where Gordy was. He heard a chair move
against the deck, followed immediately by a splash. Coming onto the deck
again, John saw Gordy treading water. Glancing around at the discarded
towel and the overturned deck chair, he couldn't help but smile. John would
love to have seen the scramble. He knew that Gordy was skinny dipping and
washing away evidence. John could see the blush.

He had heard that around the dealership Gordy was "an easy rib". His near
genius IQ didn't get in the way of his naivety. John was also given to
understand that Gordy took the ribbing in stride. As often as not he could
give as good as he got. John would soon learn.

"Well", John said, tipping his Stetson further off his brow. "What did you
get done that lets you lay around in the middle of the day?" Gordy seemed
to sink lower in the water, spitting he replied, "I painted the pump house,
before I cut the grass. I, I rushed to finish before Conchatta left. I knew
you'd be upset if I ran the mower with no one else around. I got overheated
and decided to take a nap and a swim to wash off the grass. You go on
inside, Conchatta left lunch on the counter. I ate a while ago. I'll be in,
in a minute."

John said nothing. He was enjoying the situation more than he should. He
knew the boy was embarrassed, though from what John had seen earlier he had
a lot to be proud. He laid his Stetson on the table and undid the snaps on
his white western shirt. Pulling it off he draped it over a chair and
dancing on his right foot, he removed his left boot. He then repeated the
process until his boots and socks rested under a chair. All the while
watching the Gordy's face. He lazily unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned,
unzipped and let his pants fall around his feet. Now, dressed only in
boxers he folded the pants over the shirt.

The Gordy's face had gone from a look of concern to one of mild panic and
finally to shock. As John's boxers joined the rest of his attire, his focus
zoomed in on the pendulous manhood.

Gordy choked and coughed out water that his gaping mouth had inadvertently
taken in.

John's grin grew ever wider as he stepped to the edge of the deck and with
practised movement dove into the lake, barely rippling the water. Turning
under water he reached out and closed his hand on Gordy's right ankle
pulling him under. He surfaced and watched with barely subdued glee as once
again Gordy spit and sputtered, recovering from the dunking.

Facing the man Gordy exclaimed, "Mr. Grant! you're naked!" John moved
closer, "I thought you were used to calling me John. This hardly seems the
occasion for such formalities." Reaching his right hand out and contacting
the boys left thigh, slid his hand up until it made contact with and then
tugged at Gordy's pubic hair. As he lightly pulled he mocked, "Gordy! we're
both nekkid!"  (Author's note; nude is mostly art. Naked is in the
shower. Nekkid is when you're naked and up to something.)

Before he could see Gordy's blue eyes bug out in shock, John
submerged. Diving, he went to dunk Gordy again. This time his opponent was
ready and submerged with John's tug but kept going and grabbing John,
embracing him, propelling them both toward the bottom. They wrestled,
mindless of their lack of clothing, each trying to get above the
other. Finally, knowing they needed air, John allowed himself to be pushed
down by Gordy's hands on his shoulders. Launching himself toward the
surface Gordy felt his manhood ride against the curly hair on John's chest
and then his face. When John's chin bumped his left nut, Gordy registered
the minor pain.

Spitting and gasping for breath, John joined him on the surface. The blush
told John all he needed to know. Gordy was clearly embarrassed beyond
words. His face, beet red, was framed by the water and his sun-bleached
blonde hair. John sticking his right thumb and forefinger into his mouth he
pretended to extract something. Extending those same digits he asked, "is
that one of your pubic hairs?" Gordy's face went from beet red to
crimson. Chuckling John told him, "Relax Gordy, that blush could boil
water. You didn't mean it. Though you should be careful. I have been known
to bite. A bite there might be hard to explain to your girlfriend."

Visibly relieved and without hesitation Gordy replied, "I don't have a
girlfriend."

"Well, a handsome young man like you, won't have to wait long. The girls
will be chasing you. You'll have to fight them off in college."

John's comment seem to hang in the air. "Is that what you did? Fight them
off?" The blush faded quickly as Gordy got the upper hand.

John looked at Gordy without responding. Then, "How about getting us a
beer?"

The youthful face lit up like a neon sign at midnight. "Really?"

"Yeah, sure, for me. You get a Coke." Gordy swam toward the ladder. John
watched as the boy moved gracefully onto the deck. John thought, "Girls
have been chasing that already. Probably the boy just doesn't know it."

Gordy pulled on his cutoffs and headed into the house. Over his shoulder,
"If your beer tastes like piss. It's serves you right."

John chuckled at the remark as he climbed onto the deck.

When Gordy returned with the drinks he found John, still naked, sprawled in
the lounge chair he had occupied earlier. Handing him his beer, he averted
his eyes and sat in the lounge next to John's.

"John, I, uh," Gordy paused to gather his thoughts.

John wasn't looking at Gordy. He didn't see the strain of emotion
contorting that boyish face.

John couldn't help himself, he wanted to see Gordy blush.

Turning his head toward Gordy, he chortled, "Yeah, this is nice."

Gordy was grateful for the interruption.

"If you had waited until now to, uh, to take a swim. You wouldn't have
needed to use a towel to keep the sun out of your eyes."

The crimson tide began just above those impressive pectoral muscles and
swept upward until it met the short cropped blonde hair. John was sure that
if the blush was any redder that blonde hair would turn orange.

There was no water this time, still Gordy spat and sputtered, drowning in
guilt, shame and embarrassment. "You, you, s saw me,, uh, uh jerk off? You,
you, heard what I, I, said? The last syllables were barely audible."

John could no longer contain himself. His laughter burst forth with full,
honest delight. The first time, since he couldn't remember when. Before he
could catch his breath and explain what he really saw, Gordy jumped up and
ran into the boat house. He heard a door slam while still riding the waves
of laughter until it was hard to breathe and his sides hurt. Finally; he
gathered himself, sat his beer on the table, and went to find Gordy.

The boy's bedroom door was closed. John tapped lightly on the door. "Gordy,
can I come in?"

A subdued voice at barely normal volume replied, "It's your house. I can't
stop you."

It was John who was now embarrassed, "Do you want me to leave? I can go
back to town. I was hoping we could take the boat out on the lake and maybe
go to Miller's and get something to eat."

The door opened slowly. The sparkling blue eyes, searched John's face. For
what? Revulsion, hatred? Finding only concern the boy asked softly, "How
long did you watch me?"

It was John's turn to blush. "I, uh, not long. I didn't watch you, uh...I
guess I came up just after you finished."

"You didn't hear, uh, me... anything?"

"No." John couldn't help but smile. "Why, are you a screamer?"

Gordy smiled in relief at John's answer. He recovered his composure
quickly. "Sometimes. If it's good. How about you?"

John was taken aback! He didn`t blush. But, his mouth dropped open.  Gordy,
naïve? Shy? Easy rib? Who was this guy?

Gordy sensed the question had been disconcerting. "Look, John a few years
ago Reverend Taylor preached a sermon and said boys who do touch
themselves, grow up to be perverts and would burn in hell. I got freaked
out because I was spending a lot of time jerking off. Guess most boys do. I
finally talked to dad about it. I was as nervous as a pup passing peach
pits. Dad had heard the sermon and understood what I was getting at. He
made it easy and we had a long talk. So, no I wasn't real freaked at
getting caught. Still it was embarrassing."

John was all too familiar with Reverend Taylor's rhetoric of hate,
intolerance, hellfire and brimstone. John had taken consolation in that the
good Reverend's congregation as well as his influence had diminished. John
had consistently refused to help that church with fund raisers.

"Gordy, if every man who played with his dick went to hell, there would be
ONLY women in heaven and damn few of them, come to think of it."

"Yeah, I know. When dad told me he still did it, I snuck around for weeks
after trying to catch him at it." Gordy chuckled, "Guess I finally reasoned
that he didn't have a teenager's libido."

"Well, all men need to cum. If they don't have sex, they jerk off. If they
don't jerk off they have wet dreams. Maybe not be as often as horny
teenagers, like you, but they still need to cum."

"How about you. You need to cum?" John's mouth dropped open again. He
recovered faster this time.

Through a half smile, John trying to look stern said, "Young man that kind
of behavior will neither be encouraged nor tolerated ." John had quoted one
of his least favorite college professors. Shifting to a more serious vein,
"Gordy, I am real happy with the work you've done. Now get a shower and get
dressed. You look real good, au natural, but it might shock the folks at
Miller's."

"Ok. Just keep in mind I'm game if you are."

John headed down the hall to his own shower. Gordy stepped into his doorway
and called, "John." John turned at his name. Facing Gordy he waited. He
watched as those blue eyes ran up and down his body. He could feel the
warmth of his blush. Finally those blue eyes met his. A husky voice softly
observed, "You look damn good, au natural, too." With that Gordy stepped
back into his room, leaving the door open.

John stood transfixed. Slowly, in a daze he turned to make his way to a
shower... He was beginning to wonder if Gordy could be schizophrenic. Once
in his bedroom he realized his clothes were still on the deck and went to
retrieve them. As he passed, he noticed Gordy's was still open, as was the
door to the attached bathroom. He could hear Gordy singing in the shower. A
country music song about looking for love. He had been right Gordy had a
nice singing voice.

Later dressed in khaki shorts, a polo shirt, and Topsiders, he came back
into the great room. He found Gordy, dressed almost identically. Only the
shirt was a different color. His shirt was a lighter blue that seem to set
of his sparkling blue eyes. John remembered how he had looked climbing out
of the lake and now here with those sparkling blue eyes. He considered;
this is what inspired all those Greek statues of youth. He is
beautiful. Beautiful was a word he had never used to describe a man and
very few women.

Standing there, with the late afternoon sun washing his profile, that's
what he was. Beautiful!

Gordy couldn't understand why John had stopped almost in mid-stride. He was
obviously staring at him. He checked to make sure his fly was closed.

"John?" John snapped his head up in response. He didn't want to look up, he
wanted to watch the sunlight turn the blonde hair on Gordy's legs to gold

After another moment, "John, if your going to stay tonight, maybe we can
pop some corn and watch a movie, when we get back? I remember I promised to
explain about Dad, the job and all. I think it's time."

The mention of Doc's name brought back the conversation, they had in his
office. "Gordy is an old soul... mature beyond his years... easy to
underestimate... boyish face."  John felt he was only beginning to know
Gordy Belser. He looked forward to knowing him a lot better.

Reluctantly, "If you would like. I have some quarterly orders that need my
attention, but it can wait until tomorrow."

Gordy misunderstood John' s delayed response as being less than
interested. They had a lot to learn about each other.

John flipped the switches to the outside floodlights and the entire area
surrounding the boathouse and dock was awash in light. The light would be
needed, if they returned in the dark.

Once in the boat, John turned to watch Gordy come aboard. The fluid
movements of the young man's body brought to mind a leopard running with
grace at full speed but viewed in slow motion. Gordy's muscles shifted just
beneath the taut skin... John shook his head and shed the thought.

Gordy came up to stand beside him as John started, revved the engine and
backed the boat off the floating dock. Once clear, he idled the engine and
asked Gordy if he would like to drive the boat.

The fireworks smile told all.

John stepped back a little and let Gordy stand between himself and the
control console. John explained the switches, gearshift/throttle and pilot
wheel. As he did so, his body eased up against the boys in a natural,
comfortable fit. His hands indicated each control as his lips, close to the
Gordy's left ear gave a very detailed explanation. Explanations completed,
John leaned back to let Gordy take control. Feeling John's body pull away,
he looked over his shoulder to reassure himself John was still
there. Seeing this, John placed his right hand on the his right shoulder
and again leaned it close to his ear and said, "Don't worry. I'm right
here."

In response the well muscled body leaned back into John as if they were
spooning in bed. John moved his hand from the boy's shoulder and lightly
laid it against his the powerful chest. Through the soft cotton, He felt
the muscles tighten and then ease. It had been years, since he had touched
another man's body; even through a layer of cloth.

John took care of his needs with an occasional lady friend. Most often his
right hand served it`s primary purpose. Wet dreams came often enough so
that if he chose he could remember the last, even as he experienced the
sensations anew. They were as vivid as ever and as ever featured
Wylie. Until the last couple of weeks. John knew he was a man with issues.

Throttling the engine hard, Gordy looked back to see the ass end of the
boat dig into the water like a spurred horse's haunches. The rooster tail
glowed in the fading light. As he turned, John's hand slid down until his
fingers rested on Gordy's belt line.

John felt his own cock betray him as it pressed against the layers of
clothing separating it from the flesh of this magnificent ass.

Gordy increased the speed. The sudden surge forced his body to mould into
John. John was caught between the retracted seat and Gordy. The warm body
pushed against John, even after the momentum passed.

Gordy shifted his body from side to side. Looking first to port and then to
starboard and back again. His body countered and exaggerated the movements
of his head.

He began to alter course slightly, back and forth, until his rubbing was
now caused by the boat. The wake formed a sinusoidal wave pattern.

The pressure against John's cock had brought it to full erection. John was
trapped.

No adjustment could ease the discomfort.  Gordy's closeness would broach no
adjustment. As the rocking continued his cock began to throb against
Gordy's ass. John's pulse raced. His breath came in ragged gulps. His
fingertips piano'ed an insane sonata against Gordy's chest. His feet began
to raise and lower his body in an attempt to maximize his cock's contact
with that most desirable ass.

John had to do something! If this continued, he would come in his
shorts. And he wanted to continue!

He humped Gordy's ASS!

Once!

John Froze. Letting his hands fall away from Gordy's chest, he stepped
back.

With a tremulous voice he shouted, "Trade places."

Gordy steadied the helm and stepped aside. John, seeing the disappointment
on that boyish face, offered, "Let me show you something." Gordy's face lit
up. He was almost panting. A dribble of drool leaked from the corner of his
mouth. There was wonder and anticipation in his eyes. John had noticed none
of Gordy's overzealous reaction. He was too busy trying to keep his tenting
out of Gordy's line of sight.

The look of anticipation ran away from Gordy's face. It registered severe
disappointment once he understood what John wasn`t going to show him. After
all he figured he had the dimensions pretty well down pat.

John slowed the boat then eased the throttle forward. Gordy took a position
close behind and slightly to John's right. John sensed something hard
against his right cheek and figured it was a cell phone.

He took the boat in ever tightening figure-eights. Even as the turns got
shorter, he increased the throttle. Now the boat was heeling dramatically,
left, then right. As the figure eights got tighter, Gordy clung to
John. His arms wrapped snugly around John's chest.

He eased his lower body away from John, until only his cell phone rubbed
across John's right ass check.

John felt the cell phone throb; cell phones don't throb, they vibrate.

John's brain worked furiously to assimilate the data; he had a hardon,
Gordy had a hardon!

He slowed and steadied the boat. "That was fun. It wasn't what I thought
you were going to show me. But, it was fun. John, do you want to show me
something else?"

John blush was his only response. He steered for the restaurant at the far
end of the lake. Stepping aside, he let Gordy take control while he leaned
against the gunwale.

He was not getting that close again.

Gordy watched John for some reaction. Seeing nothing negative, he felt
good.  Soon he was roaring across the lake. The wind, forceful because of
the boat's speed, seemed to invigorate the boy. He became animated and let
out whoops of youthful gusto. Life was good. Gordy knew now, it was going
to get a whole lot better, soon.

The boys enthusiasm was contagious, painting John's face with, what his
daddy would have called, "a shit eating grin". His cock was down to half
mast.

John Grant was, for the first since he could remember, a happy, albeit
worried man.

All too soon, he directed the Gordy to ease the throttle and let him take
control. Gordy's look seemed at first a challenge then he quickly stepped
aside. He didn't swap places with John. Instead, he resumed the "cell
phone" position. John said nothing. The boys hands rested lightly on either
side of John's waist. Lifting up on the balls of his feet, his lips now
touching John's left ear, he explained, "I want to see how you park it."

John felt the now familiar throb of Gordy's "cell phone". Gordy was raising
up and down on the balls of his feet. His cell phone enjoyed the
contact... So did John.

He eased the boat alongside the dock and Gordy grabbed one of the two
windbreakers John had insisted they bring along, and jumped onto the
deck. Explaining, "I got to go hurry; too much soda."

John tried not to laugh, "Go ahead, take care of business. I'll tie up and
meet you inside."

Too focused on watching Gordy's ass hurry up the walkway, John let the boat
drift. By the time Gordy rounded the corner and disappeared, he had to
nudge the throttle to get back alongside the dock.  Almost as John was on
the dock, securing the boat. Gordy was tying up the stern.

Cheekily John observed, "You must have been primed and ready. That sure
didn't take long."

In spite of the blush, "You could have given me a hand."

Now it was John who blushed. He made no response.

They walked side by side up the dock and onto the alfresco dining deck. A
waitress welcomed them and took their order. John had recognized most of
their fellow patrons, as did the boy. Pleasantries were exchanged.

Gordy wanted to know if John skied. The answer brought another question,
"You think, maybe, you could teach me?" Then under his breath, "to ski
better."

Before even thinking John said, "Sure". Think your folks would object.?"

A look came across Gordy's face that threw John. He considered the fact
that he really didn't know Gordy very well. If he had to guess the look
said, `are you out of your mind?' That look was quickly replaced with a
smile so radiant, it made John light up inside. He could feel the
warmth. He basked in it's glow and knew he wanted more to please this man
than anything he could think of. He wanted to make Gordy smile like that; a
lot.

"John, I am about to leave... ok, so it's just for Dallas. But, I'm going
to live in the dorms just like you did. You think Mom and Dad are going to
be watching me around the clock?"

"Maybe if I had a scar on my face, people would take me more
seriously. John, I want you, of all people, to take me seriously."

Then with an almost evil grin, "Unlike some freshman, I've already made my
own fake ID. Of course nowadays, I have the challenge of the
hologram. You'd be amazed at what I had to go through to get that
right. Wylie has told me a lot about life on campus." He was already
watching for a reaction when John's fork clattered to his salad bowl.

John's anger flared. Through gritted teeth he snapped, "What all did Wylie
tell you about life on campus?"

"He just said you and he were roommates and that ya'll ran around together
and have been best friends ever since." Gordy's look of innocence calmed
John's anger immediately. As that look faded Gordy congratulated himself on
having his suspicions confirmed. Yep, life was about to get a whole lot
better.

John chided himself for letting his emotions get the better of him. He had
hoped that something would happen while they were alone at the
boathouse. Now, he had been propositioned several times already. John was
not used to being flirted with by another man.

"John, I get the impression that you think I am possessed of the naiveté of
a child. I specifically asked my dad to let you know I was not. People see
this boyish face and right away they think I either need protecting or am
easy prey. The blushing doesn't help. People underestimate me. Do you
recall any comments from dad about these things? My reasoning was that we
didn't have a lot of time to really to get to know each other and I wanted
us to become, well, uh, friends quickly. I was happy when you asked me to
work around the boathouse. I was nervous when you came skinny dipping with
me. I wasn't sure if you were flirting or teasing me or just wanted to have
fun in the water. What would you have done if I had grabbed your dick while
we were swimming or kissed you?"

John was on the hot seat. He knew he wanted something to happen while they
were at the boathouse. If Gordy had started with something so bold... "I
most likely would have ran. Talking about it like this is a softer
approach. It's not a shock... I probably would have ran."

"John, I am a virgin in all aspects of the term. Unless you ask reverend
Taylor... he probably equates masturbation to whoredom. Bet he never had
sex with the lights on or without praying for forgiveness afterwards."
Gordy chuckled at his own remark.

"I don't even know for sure what I will enjoy. I figure it's a trial and
error kind of thing."

"John, my point is you need to realize that I am almost nineteen. Legal in
all fifty states for everything that is legal except voting and
alcohol. The sooner you adapt a paradigm that accepts me as an adult the
better off we are both going to be. I will continue to reflect your
mindset. Actually I can't control the blushes... that's one thing that
pisses me off. I don't want you to react badly to a direct challenge to
your perceptions. I want us to be the best of friends. I want us to build
something that is honest and open so that we can talk about us and where
this is going."

It was a good thing that John had not yet picked up his fork. His mouth
dropped open. Nobody likes to see masticated food.

Gordy had quietly resumed eating. He didn't stare at John. He attended his
meal.

Finally, John collected himself enough to voice a cogent thought, "Who the
hell are you?" Shocked at his own outburst, John scanned the deck for any
folks he may have disturbed. Thankfully they were now the only outside
patrons. "Are you schizophrenic? Some kind of Jekyll and Hyde? You're
probably some kind of junior serial killer-stalker. I feel like some, some
rat in a maze and you're the mad fucking scientist who built the maze. How
long have you been stalking me? You have been stalking me, right? I mean
little league and all that shit?"

John paused to catch a breath and to let his brain further absorb what
Gordy had just dropped on him. Doc's words of caution echoed through his
brain... John realized he was a fool of his own making. Gordy had asked his
father to let John know who he really was. Gordy was only asking for the
respect he deserved. To be seen as an adult... Instead he had treated him
as a boy. He should have listened to what Doc "had" said, instead of
listening for what he wanted him to say.

"You know, you're cute when you get exasperated. I gotta remember
that. Look, John you're only upset cause the square peg you had already
driven into the round hole, just popped out. I can see that look that says
your pissed at yourself. You don`t know me John Rutledge Grant, but, I know
you. You`ve haunted my dreams for years. I mapped every expression, every
stand. I have indexed everything I could remember about you. You have no
bigger fan.  Except for... for... Conchatta. She thinks you are all that."

Gordy chastised himself for almost slipping. That discussion would come
when John was ready. That was a topic he would never broach.

"Look John I don't know why I keep my mouth shut when people treat me like
a kid. I sometimes correct them. Especially if I think they are trying to
take advantage or if I am interested enough to care. I will outgrow boyish
face... Just not sure about outgrowing the blushing though. I mean dad
blushed when I asked him if he stilled jerked off. Sooo, maybe I have to
learn to live with that."

"To answer your questions. I am a man that is physically and emotionally
attracted to other men. Specifically you. I am not schizophrenic. I have
been tested and counseled. I am physically fit and mentally normal except
for same sex attractions and that I find perfectly normal... for me."

"As for stalker? John, I think I was in little league when we first met. I
know you don't remember. I don't expect you to. I do. I had dreams about
just being with you. Boy Scouts? you worked with us on power boating
canoeing and swimming. By that time the dreams became wet dreams and my
jerk off fantasies featured you... Except for one involving pistachio ice
cream... no guys, just ice cream. Still haven't figured that one out. You
see John, I've felt a connection with you from the first time we met. I
admit, I observed you from a distance. I am glad you never knew. I would
have been mortified... Not to mention maybe arrested."

"Remember when you asked why Dad didn't want me working with you. I told
you it was complicated. Well after that first talk about masturbation he
was so understanding and helpful. I don't mean he gave me pointers or
anything like that, he just made sure I knew it was normal, as long as I
did it in private. Well it wasn't long after my first wet dream of you that
I figured out I was gay. Once I was sure and knew I wasn't going to change,
I told Dad. He was very supportive and understanding. We shared a lot. We
talked about sex, not about the act. We discussed how your first time
should mean something. How love makes sex better. That kind of
stuff. Eventually I started asking him about you. Your family, your wife,
your divorce. I asked him about everything he knew about you. I asked if he
thought you were interested in men and he blushed. See, I really don't
think I will outgrow that. Shit!"

"Anyway he told me that anyone's orientation or sexual proclivities were
there own business and even first hand information should not be shared.
At some point he asked why I was so curious about you. By that time he'd
figured out that I had a crush on you. I told him it was more than that. I
felt it was pretty deep. I didn't understand it myself. We talked about
love, being in love and lust. I explained that Coach Higgins was a figure
of lust. When he showered with us after gym class one day I really had to
fight against popping a boner. I explained to dad that he was my type. The
tall, handsome, hairy and hung type. John, I think somewhere along the line
I imprinted on you. I figure it had to be after you had chest hair."

"When did you first get chest hair? "

"Don`t answer that! I better keep going. Keep you a little off kilter or
else you'll run and leave me with the check and I'll have to swim to get
back to the boat house."

"So, as I said we talked about love. Sometime later I asked how do you know
you're in love. Dad talked about his experiences. I don't feel right in
discussing what he shared but suffice it to say I told him I was in love
with you."

"I never saw him so upset. He wasn't angry with me. He made sure I knew
that first. He hugged me real tight... Oh, I reeeallllly like
hugging. Anyway, I could see he was bothered. He went around the side of
the barn and didn't come back for a while. I busied myself with whatever we
were doing on that old John Deere and waited. Finally, he came back and I
could see he'd been crying. I had never seen dad cry. Never. He told that I
had reminded him of the first time he fell in love. The only time he'd been
in love. He asked me what I planned to do about it. Momma called us to
supper, so I didn't have to think of an answer. The next Sunday, I had a
plan. He didn't like it one little bit. I told him that if you were still
unattached after I graduated from high school I would enroll in college in
Dallas and give myself one year to make a serious connection with you. We
had talked about and agreed upon my going to either MIT or Stanford. He was
convinced that something might happen to keep me in Dallas. Once I started
there, I'd become attached to the campus or friends or something. Anyway,
he tried to talk me out of "wasting a year" of my life trying to get to
know you.  After a couple of Sundays of trying to change my mind and
insisting I was just being stubborn... Like it's not a birthright. Anyway,
he offered a compromise. He would ask you to give me a summer job working
at the dealership. I would spend this summer working with you. If I
couldn't get close to you, I'd give up Dallas and go to MIT or Stanford. I
agreed. I think the reason he was didn't want me working there was because
he knew or suspected something about you. Something I had hoped for the
last two years. Something I suspected since soon after coming to work with
you. Something I know, now."

John's anger flared. Rising to the surface after years of
suppression. Anger that seethed within him boiling quickly into rage. This
was no innocent. This was a manipulating bastard that probably takes
delight in falsely accusing innocent people... Rage evaporated. Anger
calmed. As suddenly as it came the surge of emotion dissipated, leaving
John feeling drained. John was ashamed. His shame was not of commission,
rather omission. He had failed to be honest, on any level with Gordy. Had
he thought they would stumble into each other and hump like bunnies. That
innocence, that naiveté, that bullshit was in the past. John had avoided
anything that might have brought real happiness or even contentment. He had
maneuvered Gordy into a situation that would provide an opportunity for
intimacy. Yet, John would have most likely allowed their time at the
boathouse to go unfulfilled. Happenstance, coincidence and Gordy were all
giving him at last the chance to make it real. To say out loud the things
lovers should say to each other. Now, he couldn't remember what had made
him angry in the first place.

"I'm sorry Gordy, you were saying?"

"John I have seen the way you look at me. I know you have feelings for
me. Further I did everything I could in the boat to confirm that you
respond sexually to me. I let you know already the feelings are mutual. How
experienced in this sort of, uh, thing, are you? " Gordy's blush came
again.

John laughed out loud. The blush intensified. John laughed louder. Now,
there were other patrons on the deck. Some looked annoyed, most just
smiled. John didn't care the laughter came and with it a cleansing, a
newness. Even as tears threatened and his sides ached he laughed. Gordy the
shy. Gordy the brash. Again Gordy the shy. The kid could talk about trying
to catch his dad jerking off and turn around and blush when he asked a man
if he ever sucked a dick. It was too funny. Absurdly funny. As the laughter
died and the blush began to fade, John called the waitress and ordered a
double whisky.

As the waitress departed John told Gordy, "Gordy, I do so hope you never
outgrow your blush. I was beginning to think that was the only honest thing
about you. I understand now that in fact I have found nothing dishonest. I
remember what Doc was saying about you. More importantly, what you wanted
me to know about you."  John gulped the whisky down and motioned for the
waitress to bring another and another soft drink for Gordy.

"If this takes much longer, you are the designated driver. If takes too
long you'll have to wait at least until tomorrow to verify any of you
hypotheses."

Gordy looked around as if he were about to call the waitress and cancel
John's order.

"Don't worry, I'm only kidding. I don't know how I feel about all this. I
know I am very much attracted to you. Maybe a little too much. As for
experience? I fooled around with a guy in college, my freshman year. It was
pretty intense. We never talked about it. It was more than just fun. But it
ended. I haven't done anything with a man since. What about you?"

The blush flared again as Gordy searched John's face. He seemed to shrug,
"Nothing except my right hand and.." The blush intensified. John wondered
if blushing was bad for one's health? He wasn't sure. He knew he had never
met anyone who blushed as readily and intensely as Gordy.

"Just jerking off and, and, an occasional zucchini or cucumber."

At the word cucumber the waitress was placing the whisky in front of
John. John glanced at Gordy expecting him to black out. Instead he saw
Gordy grace the waitress with that brilliant smile. What she had heard,
John wasn't sure, but he was sure the waitress gushed at Gordy's
attention. John starred silently at Gordy. When the waitress, still
gushing, left them alone Gordy shrugged at John's scowl, "It's a
gift. Don't get jealous. I`m not yours. Yet?"

"Presumptuous asshole."

Gordy's brilliant smile washed John's scowl away.

Gordy starred into John's eyes and in an almost whisper said, "Gotta love
me."  John heard the humor but not the desperate hope in those words.

"What about you John? I've told you what I did to get us here. You have any
confessions to make?"

"Gordy, your smarter than me... That statement alone should serve to prove
my point." John's sly smile faded with a sigh. "Truth be told, I don't
think I realized until Conchatta called this morning, just how much I cared
for you and how much I was looking forward to spending time with you. Which
reminds me... Did you let me catch you nekkid on the deck?" Gordy shook his
head. John continued.  "Like I said, I fooled around with a guy my freshman
year. We weren't fooling around! It was pretty serious, pretty intense,
pretty deep. We never talked about it. Had to be drunk or pretend we were
drunk before we ever did anything, except one time..."

Gordy could see a wistful smile play across John's face. His focus seemed
to be far away.

Gordy waited.

He was more sure and more curious now, than ever. Still, he would never
broach this subject, until John was ready to talk about Wylie.

After a moment, John continued. "I never did anything after that. Never
really wanted to, I guess. Until now. I got married, truth is I should
never have done that. But, it seemed a good idea at the time. I have dated
but nothing serious. Right now it has been more than, well, almost a year
since I had sex with anyone. I keep my right hand occupied. No cukes or
zucchini."

"I knew I was interested in you, uh, on several levels. At first, I just
thought you were a smart hardworking kid. I liked you right away. I began
to think of you when I jerked off. I don't know maybe a couple of days
after you started work. I probably wondered what it would be like to kiss
you. It got more and more involved.  Even with that I don't think I would
have started anything with you. Not just the age. I suspect that would be
less a factor when we hit middle age. There is something else, well, I, uh,
my memories, aren't all good when it comes to this stuff."

"John, we never have to talk about the bad memories. Unless you feel,
someday, you want to. Right now I want to make some memories of our own,
just you and I."

Gordy recognized it was time they headed back. He spoke quickly, "John, the
reason I freaked at the towel comment was because I figured you saw me and
heard me yell out your name when I came. I thought you were laughing at
me." Gordy chuckled, "No. I had no intention of being caught like that by
anyone, least of all you. When you made the comment about the towel, I
freaked... I figured you were there for the whole show and.." Gordy watched
his hand twist and swivel his soda glass. After a moment his eyes met
John's. Even in the restaurant deck lights they sparkled. John, the reason
I freaked was that while I was jerking off I called your name. When I
came." He looked at his still swiveling glass. A sigh and he continued,
"When I came. I screamed out your name. That's why I freaked. I was
embarrassed, not about jacking off. It was about screaming your
name. That`s what I thought you were laughing about. Laughing at me,
calling your name when I came."

John blushed.

"I was going to tell you all this during the movie, tonight. I figured time
was running out and if I didn't let you know... Dad would have me packing
for Palo Alto or Cambridge. That's why you get all this at once. I just
don't have time to waste."

Gordy had laid his cards on the table with such disregard for anything
except getting closer to John. Now, he was conflicted. It felt good to
finally share his feelings with John. He just wasn't sure if it was too
much, too soon. John had admitted an attraction but was it more than
physical and was it strong enough to honestly justify a life altering
decision.

John was not happy with the immediate situation. He understood his
attraction to Gordy was physical and more. He had no experience with
developing same sex relationships. He wasn't sure how they developed. Was
it like dating a woman? Was it like a one night stand, where the goal was
unacknowledged, but still agreed upon early in the chase. John didn't have
a clue.

There were parts of what he and Wylie had that were still sensitive. The
way they got together physically was happenstance. How would they? Could
they have ever gotten together without that drunken stumble? Probably
not. John refused to consider what he could have missed.

With a deep sigh he pulled himself from his reverie to find Gordy studying
him intently. John stood, placing bills on the table, he met Gordy's
questioning glance, "Gordy, let's go home."

It wasn't the declaration of love that he hoped for... Neither was it the
flat out rejection he had feared. Both men boarded the boat in
silence. Once shoved off , John motioned for Gordy to take the pilot
wheel. "You know the general direction of home?" Gordy nodded. Once away
from the restaurant he throttled the engine and looked back to see the
bright white of the rooster tail contrasted against the growing darkness.

He wasn't sure how he felt. It was comfortable just to be in John's
presence. He wasn't afraid this would end badly. It was just that the
conversation/confession had taken a lot out of him.

John took a gunwale seat. He watched Gordy confidently control the
boat. John knew that he was excited about what could possibly happen
between he and Gordy. Still there were issues... unresolved issues between
himself and Wylie. He had a small nagging sensation that he was about to
cheat on Wylie. John shoved all thoughts of the past down deep. His focus
had to be on the hear and now.

When he looked around he realized they were in the middle of the
lake. Night's darkness took away the horizon, water blended into shore
which blended into sky. Lights from lakeside homes offered beacons but
could cast no illumination on the boat or it's occupants. John and Gordy
were alone. John warmed at the notion.

He could see Gordy's silhouette outlined by the boats lights. Their
progress across the water would be slower due to the darkness. It could be
a long trip.

John wanted to get closer to Gordy. He made his way until he was standing
behind Gordy. Gordy turned and John could see a smile play across his
lips. He understood Gordy was waiting. It was up to John.

He moved closer. He released all conscious thought and focused upon Gordy
and himself, alone in the darkness. He wrapped his arms around the well
defined chest. His hands blatantly caressing Gordy's pecs. John's cock
nudged up against the firm ass. His right hand slid down in search of
Gordy's manhood. His lips nuzzled the side of Gordy's neck. When his hand
brushed over Gordy's already hard cock the younger man's body jolted then
immediately relaxed and pushed back into John's embrace.

John left Gordy's manhood to reach the throttle. As Gordy watched John
eased the throttle. Slowing the boat, he shifted into neutral. Waves of
their on making slapped against the side of the boat and sent her gently
rocking as she surrendered her momentum. John switched off all lights save
the running lights. He shut off the engine. The waves subsided. Their
breathing became the only sound to disturb the darkness and modulate the
slapping of the waves.

John guided the yielding Gordy until they were face to face. Both hands
framed Gordy's face and brought it to his. He could feel the panting breath
on his face. Gordy's breath warm and intoxicating. John's lips sought and
found Gordy's. Those lips were soft. The softest he had ever kissed. They
were moist, warm, and yielding. John's tongue caressed Gordy's lips.

Gordy gasped at the touch. In that same instant, he sucked John's tongue in
with such force that John pulled back at the pain. Gordy pulled John closer
and renewed the kiss.

This time Gordy's tongue was the intruder. John's gentle sucking and
caressing was a passionate lesson well learned. His hands traveled
incessantly over John's back and ass. John broke the kiss. "That was nice!"
Words! The first time John had ever used words at time like this, with a
man.

Gordy's blood had evacuated his brain and rushed to engorge his cock. He
could only mumble, "Yeah, nice." John move toward the middle of the
boat. Stripping the cushions from the gunwale seats he tossed them onto the
deck until he had formed a makeshift bed. He could have taken the time to
connect the Velcro pads, he didn't.

Kicking off his shoes he reached for Gordy's hand and led him to their
bed. He tugged on Gordy's shirt. Understanding Gordy stripped the shirt
over his head and tossed it behind him. He tried to watch as John did the
same but the darkness objected. He contented himself with remembering
John's body on the deck. He felt John's hands caressing his body. He used
his hands to find that John had stripped as well.

John sought and found Gordy's lips again. Soft, yielding and hungry.

Gordy's tongue demanded entrance. John parted his lips. Their tongues
fought to embrace, stroke and enfold each other. Soon they began to map the
contours and textures of each other`s mouths.

Gordy's hands were caressing John's chest hair. When fingers rubbed against
John's nipples his body shivered. Gordy's sexual education had come via the
internet. Practical application was so much more exiting. He tweaked,
twisted and rubbed. Each elicited a different sound, all were encouraging.

Gordy's chest was almost smooth save a soft scattering around each
pectoral. John's fingers had no trouble finding the protruding nubs. As he
teased them with his fingertips they hardened while Gordy moaned loudly
into John's mouth.

Again John broke the kiss. Catching his breath his forced tremulous voice
asked, "Was that good?"

Gordy nodded, then remembering the darkness, his own shaky voice offered,
"Oh yeah! That was good. Let's do that some more."

Gordy could not have understood the significance of John's question. Words
in the throes of passion. So long silenced. Out loud at last! Had he
understood he would have been awed by John's next words. "Gordy, you ain't
seen nothing yet!"

John then directed Gordy to lie down. Lying beside his lover, he took Gordy
again in his arms and resumed their kissing.

When his hand encircled Gordy's manhood he felt his body stiffen. He
continued to explore Gordy's mouth as his hand moved from Gordy's cock to
fondle his balls.

Gordy took John's hand and moved it back to his cock. Only when John's hand
resumed the stroking did Gordy release his hold.

Gordy nudged John until he was on his back and Gordy was on his side. Now
John was pinned between Gordy and the under seat stowage compartments.

Years of desire overcame Gordy as he kissed and caressed the man he had
only fantasized about. His hungry mouth tasted as his fingers tried to map
John's chest and tweak his nipples.

It was Gordy's turn to break the kiss and further explore John's body. He
kissed John's cheeks his chin his eyes. His tongue licked it's way to the
sensitive skin of John's neck. As his lips began to kiss and suck on that
skin John arched his back and let out, "Oh, Yeah, Gordy. That feels so, so
good."

John was once again gasping for breath. He wanted to do his own
exploring. Trapped as he was he had limited use of his right hand. It fell
naturally to his own cock. He knew he was only a few strokes away from
cumming. He touched his cock cautiously.

Gordy had moved his tasting to John's pecs. The little nubbins were
standing like pencil erasers. His tongue caressed and thumped at them as
John continued to mumble and moan his approval.

Gordy moved further down John's torso. His tongue on breaking contact only
to remoisten. When at last he reached John's pubic hairs his nose inhaled
the manly aroma that was the essence of John. He forced his brain to record
that scent, John's scent. To lock it into his memory forever.

Gordy's lips began a slow journey from the base of John's cock.

John was gasping, begging, "please, please." His ass was humping air hoping
to get enough friction.

John used his free hand to tug Gordy's manhood toward his face. "I.. gasp,
want to... gasp, suck your...gasp cock."

Gordy's lips stopped their trek. He came to his knees. He was only too
eager to give into his lover's plea. He moved toward John's head.

When his cock touched John's lips he FROZE! His brain was overloaded with
passion. If he let go now he would splash cum all over John's face.

He fought for control.

This first time, might be the last time!

The thought sobered him. It pushed him from the edge of climax.

He wanted his cock in John's mouth. He wanted John's cock in his mouth.

He moved his cock away from John's lips. He was tempted to chuckle at
John's disappointed whine. That thought moved his cumming further from the
precipice.

He lay on his side and moved until his cock was again at John's
lips. Hooking his left hand behind he pulled on John's ass until the were
in that age old sixty-nine position.

As much as he wanted to suck John's cock Gordy, had to fully experience the
sensations of his first blow job. He wanted to be able to relive this dream
come true. If it meant he came before sucking John's cock he knew it would
be to John's benefit for him to wait.

John found Gordy's cock. His hand guided it to his lips. His tongue snaked
out and licked the precum from the head.

His hand pulled and bunched the foreskin around the head. John encircled
Gordy's cockhead with his lips. Gordy moaned his approval.

John moved his head away from the cock and asked, "You like that?" He was
talking more than necessary just because he could... because he had
promised himself " no more silence".

Gordy's response was a choked and garbled, "Yes, God Yes! Do it some more,
please." John again bunched the foreskin and licked at the precum.

When he again took Gordy into his mouth, he used his lips to roll back the
foreskin. When his tongue caressed the exposed glans Gordy began humping
into his mouth.

John used both hands to hold Gordy back. When the humping continued more
forcefully John took Gordy's ample balls in hand and applied pressure. He
squeezed until Gordy suddenly stopped humping and tried to move away from
Johns hand. John released the balls.

This time when he took Gordy into his mouth he found himself in control. He
moved his lips up and down over Gordy's cockhead while Gordy held
still. John continued his up and down taking more and more of Gordy into
his mouth.

Gordy was lost in the new and overwhelming sensations. His cock was a Tesla
coil and John's hot, wet mouth was the ground that completed the
circuit. Surely the blindingly intense sparks would fry his balls.

His hands pulled Johns thighs together and he pressed his forehead into
them while John's cock bobbed against his chin. Gordy didn't notice.

He was busy fighting the urge to shove his dick into the depths of John's
warm, wet mouth and simply unload.

He had seen videos. Had seen the ecstasy on their faces. He had jerked off
as he read the lurid, detailed accounts on Nifty. Nothing could have
prepared him for the real thing. Every movement of John's tongue set off
fireworks in his brain.

It couldn't get better than this.

Gordy felt John take in more and more of his cock. He felt himself press
against the back of John's throat. He almost moved his ass back. John was
in control. John would move his head back.

He felt more pressure against his cockhead and then a tightness pulled the
foreskin hard away from his cockhead. Gordy had never felt the sensations
of a blow job before tonight.

What he could not know was that this, was the best a blow job had to
offer... to feel your cock slide deeply into the throat as it spasmed it's
welcome.

What he felt as his cock slid into John's throat was beyond all... Beyond
all description. The whole experience surpassed expectations, fantasies and
wet dreams before his cock even touched John's lips.

Now it was too much.

Bright lights exploded in his brain and blinded his already useless
vision. Mindlessly he pulled John's head further onto his cock. Heedless of
the choking sounds John made as his seed flooded the infertile ground of
John's mouth and throat.

John was drowning in cum. It went down his throat, out his nose and flooded
his mouth. He could feel cum and spit run down his cheek. Gordy humped as
John waited to breathe. Gordy had pumped his all into John's face. When his
passion ebbed, he withdrew his cock and twisted around to take John's head
in his hands. John was still choking and trying clear his airways. Once his
breathing was ok, he heard Gordy's plaintive cries, "Are you alright, John,
are you alright? Did I hurt you?"

A flashback to a time when that same question was asked. Tonight was
different. Tonight the question included the realization that John had been
suffered... The memory faded.

"I'm alright. Jesus, how long has it been since you came? Oh, right. Never
mind you just did back at the restaurant."

Had it been less dark he would have seen the blush. "John, I'm sorry. I
just got carried away. I don't think I could have stopped myself. You made
me feel better than I ever dreamed it ever could."

"Gordy, it's alright I was trying to make you feel good. Maybe part of that
all that talk at Millers' could have included a comment about how you cum
in gallons."

The joke seem to relieve some of Gordy's tension.

John slid over closer to Gordy, so that he was no longer pressed against
the stowage cabinets.

Gordy leaned down and gently kissed John's lips. When he broke the kiss his
tongue began to gather the cum that John had not swallowed.

John began stroking his own cock as Gordy began to sensuously lick his
face. Gordy's hand resting on John's pumping fist. "Let me, please?"

John's hand fell away.

Gordy again let his tongue lead his mouth to John's cock. Once there he
rested his left elbow between John's legs, letting his hand cup John's
balls. His right hand got busy tweaking nipples. His tongue lapped at
John's precum slicked shaft.

Gordy had read "how to" accounts and plenty of blow job descriptions on
Nifty. Just getting a real one was magnitudes better than reading or
seeing. Giving was even better in it's own way. This cock belongs to the
man of his dreams. That thought lit up his whole insides.

His naked body felt suddenly warm against the cool night air. Gordy
reviewed his mental notes. No teeth, keep it wet, take it deep, breathe,
and swallow.

As John's cockhead filled his mouth he made sure he followed his
checklist. He began bobbing his head up and down on John's cock.

At some point, he realized John's cock didn't not have any foreskin. John's
cock was a "cut" one.

Gordy continued to take John's cock deeper. When it hit the back of his
throat Gordy gagged while John moaned, "Oh, yes."

That affirmation made Gordy determined to take John into his throat. He
used his hand to gage his progress.

All the while John was writhing and moaning. He was running his fingers
through Gordy's hair and over his skin.

Gordy realized a more straight forward approach would allow him to take his
prize deeper.

He released John's cock. He idly stroked it while sizing up the situation.

He placed his knees on either side of John's belly and maneuvered his feet
until his toes were tucked under Johns shoulders. Now he again worked
John's cock into his throat.

John's hands began to caress Wylie's muscular thighs. John played with his
dangling balls and Gordy's again turgid member.

John began to slowly stroke Gordy's cock. He raised his head and sucked one
of Gordy's balls into his mouth. Gordy came off John's cock and growled at
the new sensation.

John let slip the ball and raised his head higher still. Gordy was intent
on swallowing John's cock.

When John's tongue slid across Gordy's pucker and pushed for entrance,
Gordy drove John's cock into his throat until his lips crushed John's pubic
hair into the skin.



The sensation of Gordy's throat in spasms around his cock sent John over
the edge. He wrapped his hands around Gordy's powerful thighs and pushed
his tongue deep into his pucker. His teeth teased the ring as his guttural
moans vibrated within his chest and against Gordy`s ass.

Gordy was exhilarated to realize he had taken all of John. When John's
tongue invaded his ass it was overwhelming. He tried to take John's cock
further down his throat while his ass begged for more of John's tongue.

Together they raced headlong into passion's fire. Each trying to consume
the other before the flames could take them.

In Gordy's own blinding passion, he wrapped his own guttural groans around
John's cock. While his second load splashed hot upon John's belly. Even as
John's load was pumping into his own.

It was long moments before either could grasp the intensity of his
climax. For John the thought, `had it ever been better?'  For Gordy, `could
it ever be better than this?'

Gordy eased John's manhood from his throat. Once the cockhead was in his
mouth he swirled his tongue collecting any traces of cum that might be
there. He got a small taste.

John's head had fallen back onto the cushions. His body limp. He was too
spent even to complain of the sensitivity of his cock as Gordy's tongue
licked around the head.

Gordy released John' s cock and almost giggled when he heard it plop onto
John's belly. He turned around so that, again they were face to face. He
kissed John gently. John responded in kind. He then lay his head on John's
shoulder, his fingers plowing through the curly, cum matted hair. John's
left hand idly caressed his lovers back.

After a moment, "John that was better than my best dreams and my wildest
fantasies. I had to fight not to cum from almost the beginning, both
times. You are awesome."

"Gordy, I haven't cum that hard in years. That was fantastic."

The cool darkness forced them to draw ever closer. Soon they would be
forced to dress and head for home and even greater passion. Now, was a
moment almost too sacred to disturb.

"John, we have to go see dad tomorrow and let him know I'll be going to
Dallas this fall."

"I know... We can tell him together. I should try to talk you out of it. I
know I can't. I don't even want to try. I'm trying to figure how I'm gonna
like Palo Alto or Cambridge. I`ve got a year, before we have to move."

The boat rocked gently with fading echoes of their passion. In spite of the
chill they snuggled close and dozed in each other's arms.





"YOU SORRY SON OF A BITCH!!

"YOU SELFISH FUCKING BASTARD!!

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!

"I OUGHT TO KILL YOUR SORRY ASS!


and yes those big bold letters mean the flashback is finally over. Time for
John to face the homecoming.



Many of you have asked, "Who's Gordy?" Now you know. Some have blamed him
for coming between John and Wylie. Now that you have met him. What do you
think? Was he different than you might have thought... is he a good guy,
bad guy? Let me know... if you enjoy the story or if you think it stinks.

Stuart for an Aussie, you ain't half bad... As an editor you're the tops.