Date: Mon, 22 Sep 2008 08:23:59 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "His Friend's Son, Part One" by Jay Roberts

****The Youth character is 18, so he is legal to read My stories
and be in one as well.  So you get My hint, if you are not that age
or older.  Stay Far away.


John Hedges thought that he was, at 41, well beyond ever being a wet dream
for a kid of eighteen, but according to that kid's dad, John's friend,
Jason "fancied" John.  Ben, Jason's Dad confessed this amazing fact after
the two friends were out together and had consumed six beers, two over
their usual quota.  They were quite tipsy when suddenly Ben put his hand on
his friend's shoulder and haltingly and wonderingly passed on this
confidence.

"Don't tell Jason that I told you. He'd been totally ashamed."

"Ben, I never encouraged anything like that.  In fact, I never, ever
thought of Jason in that way.  Is he gay?  I never suspected."

"Yep, I knew it was developing after he entered puberty."

Well, John had to mull over this complete change of relationship between
the two men and one boy.

John was a single, but he had been married for six years.  He liked the
sex, but eventually his wife Betty began to sense that he was bi-sexual and
she wanted out.

John's friend and lawyer, Ben Petersen, had been his friend from college
days.  He was aware of John's forays into same sex adventures and accepted
it easily because of his admiration and affection for his friend.

Ben is about the same age as John.  He was a widower.  His wife's sudden
death left him to raise a boy child.  The boy, Jason, was six at the time.
Jason grew up to age 18 at the time of this story.  John was like an uncle
to him and the two men often shared the raising of the boy.

Ben was the rich one of the two.  He was a partner in a prestigious
corporate law firm.  His style of living was very luxurious, quite
different from John.  John ran an electrical contracting company.  He was
financially comfortable, but by no means rich.  But then, he had only
himself to support.

Ben was by far the more attractive of the two, six feet two, pale blond
hair and blue eyes, smooth muscular body, man and woman's dream.  Jason at
eighteen was already an inch taller and shared his father's Swedish blond
ancestry, except he had inherited his late mother's curly hair, while his
father's was straight.  The pile of glistening curly hair made the boy,
with his perfect physique, the embodiment of Grecian beauty.  John called
Jason's hair, "Jason's golden fleece".

There had never been any physical relationship between Ben and John.  In
fact, John never discussed his extra-curricular activities with Ben fearing
Ben might withdraw approval of John's closeness with Jason, Ben's son.

"Okay, I'm flattered that he feels that way, although I can't see what he
sees in an old guy like me, but I will never act on it."

Ben smiled drunkenly that night.  "Don't rule out my son taking the lead
himself.  "Sides, friend, you underrate yourself.  I'm not expert on male
attractiveness, but you go a lot going for you.  You're short and cute,
your boyish face and quick movements make you seem like a sixteen year old.
You're a hot shot in tennis, and you got something nether I or my boy
have."

"What's that?"

"Body hair.  Jason says he regrets that he is so hairless, except....you
know."

"Most gays would prefer it.  After all they shave their bodies."

John thought that he was a bit hairy.  He belly was covered with dark brown
hair and it ran right into his pubes that extended from hip to hip.  He
never trimmed himself.  He used to think to himself that he wasn't that
kind of gay.  "I just want to be a natural guy," and that appealed to other
fellows he had met, at the gym.

The whole matter would have passed away unrealized had not the two friends
decided on a fishing trip.  "I haven't used the cabin in years, since my
wife died.  I can call ahead and have the local handyman get it readied.
I'll invite Jason.  Okay?"

It sounded great.  They all needed a break.  Jason had gotten accepted at
Columbia University luckily as he had made four applications and all failed
until CU came through.  And the two older guys were Trojans when it came to
work and no vacations.

They piled into John's Wrangler.  Ben sat in the passenger seat and gave
instructions.  Boy this cabin was remote.  It was good that they went in
this vehicle with its high clearance.  Jason lounged in the back, sleeping
most of the trip.  John figured he had a big night before.

Jason was dressed in very short shorts and a wife beater.  John had never
seen the boy dressed showing so much skin.  After the confidence he had
received from Ben, he had difficulty keeping his eyes off the shorts,
especially when they gapped during food stops.

He was sure that Jason caught him and a small smile played on the young
man's gorgeous full lips.  Ben seemed oblivious to this by-play.

By time they had the vehicle unloaded and their stuff stowed, it was
getting dark.  Ben remarked how well the place had been cleaned up, "And
look, he stocked the frig with steaks and other stuff for breakfast."

"And," Jason said, in his deep boy's basso, "There's enough beer to float a
small yacht."

"And, it's not for you kiddo," said Ben, but he knew that was something he
won't be able to enforce.

The three took places on the open porch and watched the sun setting.
Suddenly Ben's cell phone rang.  He walked out toward the lake listening
and talking.  When he returned to the others, he said, "You won't believe
this, but I have to leave right away.  The key witness in a big liability
suit against one of our largest clients has turned up.  That means trouble.
Ken, my senior partner says I have to return to be in court in the AM, I am
the only one with the full facts and familiarity with the case."

"How can you take the long trip home? First of all you have no car to use,
John's is needed here.  Besides you'd be in terrible shape with so little
sleep and driving so long."  That was Jason worrying.

 Ben laughed.  "In about fifteen minutes there will be my transportation
arriving, just you sit here and watch."  Well, just as he said, his
transportation arrived, but it wasn't a taxi, it was a seaplane landing on
the lake.  "Wow," John said, "You'll be home in under two hours I guess,
pretty slick.  It's nice to have money."

Ben said goodbye, hastened to the lake dock.  He called back.  "No use me
trying to get back here.  You're only going to be here for three days.
I'll see you in the City.  And, don't let Jason have more than one beer."

In a roar of sound, he was gone.  Jason looked John.  "Can you cook?"

"Sure.  The menu is steak and baked potatoes and veggies if there are any
in freezer."

"Nice, I'll start the barbeque going.  We can have a beer while we wait."
He grinned at John."  He was having a good time making John uncomfortable.

The problem with the beer is that they were imported Irish quart bottles.
Perhaps John should have insisted that they share, but he remembered when
he was eighteen, and didn't want to make Jason feel that he was being
babied.

So while the stuff was cooking, they sat on the porch and each sucked on
his big bottle of beer.  When John had gotten down to about half, he got up
to check the potatoes and steak.  "Whew," he said staggering a bit.  "How
is it hitting you?"

Jason looked at him with slitty eyes.  "S'fine.  It doesn't drunk me, I
mean get me drunk.  Hurry, let's eat."  They brought stuff to the table,
Jason made sure the beers were there too.  "Hey," he said brightly.
"There's some brandy in the cabinet.  I can see it from here."

John said sternly, "Maybe we can have an after dinner drink, but hold off
for now."

They hadn't realized how hungry they were.  The large steaks and stuff were
consumed along with heavy draws on the beer.  John had fortunately used
paper plates and napkins, so he just threw it all in the garbage, closed up
the barbeque and was about to suggest that they call it a night.

"Sure, I'm beat, but first a shot of brandy will make me sleep better."

"Yeah, it will put you away.  Are you sure?"

"You don't know how much booze I can drink with the guys, trust me."

They returned to the porch.  It was moonless and dark.  John couldn't see
how much brandy his young honorary nephew was imbibing, but he was aware of
the thick speech and the hiccups.

"I'd say bedtime.  Come kid, lets pack it in."

John had been at this cabin once before.  He remembered that there was a
flight of stairs leading to a single bedroom loft.  He headed for that.
Jason was in front of him.  Several times Jason leaning back and John put
out his hands and braced the warm, slightly sweaty back with his palms.  He
had a crazy thought that Jason might have been leaning back on purpose.  In
any event, there was the loft.  It contained two double beds, and two
futons.  John quickly undressed to his underpants, figuring the boy could
take care of himself or sleep in his clothes for all he cared in his
exhausted state.

Through his eye slits, as he tumbled into dreamland, John could see Jason
staggering slightly and doffing all his clothes to total nakedness.  What a
sight!  Jason's body was just beautiful, perfectly formed, and his long
penis dangled from a mass of curly blond hair that glistened in the
moonlight.

John dreamed of heroic Argonauts sailing to adventure, when, perhaps three
hours after he had fallen asleep, he felt Jason sliding into the bed.

Jason snuggled up against John's back, reaching his arms around his
"uncle's" smooth back and opened his hands over John's hairy chest, just at
his nipples.  The boy's lips were against his shoulder and he could here
his young heavy breathing and the warmth of his breath.  John willed
himself to sleep.  He did not want to appear to encourage this troubling
intimacy, but the large smooth hands moved gently over his erecting nipples
and his breathing became audible.  He was always extremely sensitive to
stimulation of his nipples and usually it shot him into immediate heavy
desire.  Did Jason sense that?

But then John heard the youthful voice whispering, "Yes Johnnie sweet, I
knew you'd like that.  Enjoy it, but there is more to come."

Jason's movements slowed and John figured the boy had fallen asleep himself
from his comfortable position and John's body warmth, so he allowed himself
to drowse almost to the point of sleep again.  But just as he had almost
forgotten the intimate moves of his young friend, he felt Jason's large,
boy's hand move down his treasure trail, down to grasp his large penis in
his hand, gripping it like it was an old friend.

John gasped and erected to stiffness immediately, his balls buzzing.  He
had not had any release in weeks; he knew that he could not withstand these
hot moves.

Jason whispered in his ear, "Unc turn over right now you hear.  I'm going
to make Mr. Happy much happier."

What kind of personality power did this stripling have over him, perhaps it
was his own need, but like a trained dog he turned on his back, his under
shorts already lowered and his prick standing up like a fishing pole.

In an instant, Jason's smooth cheeks were against his inner thighs and his
long, wet, pink tongue was lapping the hot needy ball sac.  John's mouth
opened in a silent scream of agonized pleasure.  There was no way he could
or wanted to stop this on attack.

A moment later, John was totally at the mercy of Jason's tongue and hot
mouth as the boy expertly brought John's dripping penis into his mouth.  He
held it there, licking off the honey that John was emitting, humming at the
great taste.  The boy was a sperm pig and John was the one to feed his
hungry mouth.  John allowed himself to settle into a receiving mode,
accepting all the great feelings gratefully.  Jason sensed his permission
and knowing that John was, this soon, teetering on the edge of orgasm.  He
could feel the large balls separating and lying, one on each side of the
lower shaft.  He began a gentle suckling of the hot organ, pausing to lick
the pre cum that was forming heavily.  John's hips began a slow lazy
lifting, fucking the young mouth, his breathing reduced to rasping cries of
intense pleasure.

When he felt that he could not reach further to the heights of sexual
heights, Jason seemed to open his throat and swallowed the pulsing prick
into his young throat.  Once there, he began a rapid series of swallowing
motions that massaged the cock into a profound rigidity.

John was bucking like a frightened horse as the intensity of his cum began
to overcome him.  He howled, almost wept as he shot many times into the
avid mouth below him.  Finally as his sexual frenzy died down, his
embarrassment took it place.

Jason was the first to speak.  "Dear Johnnie, dear Unc. Don't say anything
bad about this.  I loved every minute, and you know you needed it badly.
Think of it as...first aid."

"Call it what you wish.  I should have been strong enough to stop you, but
what's done it done, let's put it out of our mind and never mention it to
ourselves or anyone else...ever."

Jason laughed and leaned down and place a strong kiss on John's surprised
mouth.  Then he spoke into those lips, "Maybe."

End Part One