Date: Sun, 14 Mar 2004 10:42:05 -0800 (PST)
From: sam iam <carolinascribbler679@yahoo.com>
Subject: I Once Was Lost Ch.13

I ONCE WAS LOST
CHAPTER 13
BY
THE CAROLINA SCRIBBLER

EDITED BY: GREYBEAR

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(RECAP)

I said goodnight to Charles again at the top of the stairs as we parted. I
set my alarm for 7am and undressed. I became aroused when I crawled into
bed and I smelled Will's scent on my pillows. Just the thought of him made
me smile but sleep soon overtook me.

(THE STORY CONTINUES)

The warmth of Will's body next to mine woke me from a sound sleep. I had
been dreaming of my guy and my erection gave that fact away.

"What's this?" Will asked. He grabbed my member and gave a few, slow tugs,
grinning the whole time.

"Mr. Howdy likes that," I replied. I grinned sleepily.

"I know Mr. Howdy likes that but Mr. Howdy is going to have to wait."

"Noo," I whined.

Will chuckled.

"Man, you like to torture me, don't you?" I said.

"I don't mean to torture you, Jess. I just want to hold you this morning,"
he replied.

He moved closer, spooning me. Placing his arm around me, his fingers began
tracing along my chest and stomach. My whole body warmed from his hot
breath against the back of my neck.

"That feels nice, Will."

"Go back to sleep if you want, you have some time and I'm not going
anywhere," he replied softly.

As much as I was enjoying this moment, I simply couldn't keep my eyes
open. I hadn't looked at the clock but I knew it was still very early. I
sighed contentedly just before sleep, again, overtook me.

*******************************

"C'mon, Jess. Wake up man," Will said as he shook me gently.

"Mmhmm," was all I could mutter.

I heard my clock radio playing softly but I couldn't force my eyes open.

"C'mon, wake up guy or you'll be late for work."

I heard that part, loud and clear. I opened my eyes too quickly and
immediately squinted. The sun was bright and it shone through my partially
closed blinds.

"Ugh - I hate mornings," I muttered.

"You'll feel better after a shower. C'mon, I'll help," Will said.

"I bet you will," I said with a chuckle. I slowly got of bed and stretched
wildly, popping and cracking. Will laughed and said "something" was
definitely awake as he pointed at my cock. I laughed as we trudged across
the hallway to the bathroom.

We showered rather quickly, no fooling around this morning. We toweled each
other dry and then stepped across the hall to my room to begin
dressing. Will threw on some fresh boxers and lay back on the bed, his arms
folded behind his head. As I pulled up my jeans, I turned away from him and
wiggled my butt a little.

He laughed. "Oh, now that's cute," he said.

"You know you like it," I said, teasing him.

His eyes widened. "Uh huh!"

I finished dressing, which consisted of picking out a tee shirt to go with
my jeans and Nikes. A little deodorant and a quick splash of cologne and I
was ready to start my day.

We went downstairs to the kitchen. I poured two cups of coffee and put a
couple Pop Tarts in the toaster. Will sat down after he "fixed" his coffee.

"Did you see Charles this morning when you came in?" I asked.

"Yeah, I almost forgot to tell you that he said to have a good day. He also
mentioned that he was going to hit the gym after work and he'd see you
around 5:30 or so."

"Okay. I need to start working out too, I'm getting flabby," I said as I
patted my stomach."

Will laughed. "Yeah, right," he said.

The Pop Tarts were ready so I grabbed two paper towels and place a tart on
each, handing one to Will. I sat down and took a big bite of mine

"You're just eating one?" he asked.

"I'm too excited to eat but I need something on my stomach," I said while
chewing. That damn Pop Tart was hot. I began breathing through my mouth.

"Eww, that's gross!" Will teased.

"Well, damnit, it's hot!"

I still had a half chewed tart in my mouth so it probably was nasty to look
at but I couldn't help it. I went to the fridge and took out the milk. I
grabbed a glass and poured it halfway full and then took a big gulp.

"Feel better?" asked Will.

I turned and smiled, then put the milk back in the fridge.

"Will, why don't you move in with me?" I asked once I sat back down.

He stared stone-faced at me for a several seconds before answering.

"Are you serious?"

"I'm very serious. I'd like for you to move in with me."

"I-I don't know what to say. I'd love to be with you all the time Jess, but
there are so many things to consider. Would Charles even want another body
around here? I'd have to put my condo up for sale..."

I interrupted. "Charles thinks it's a wonderful idea, so does Jennifer. As
for your condo, maybe you could rent it out."

"Jesse, I'd love to, let me see what I can do with the condo. Geez boy, you
are something else, you know that?"

"I love you, Will."

"I love you too, Jesse."

We kissed and then I said. "I hate to break this up but I've got to go."

I placed my glass in the sink and then started to walk out but Will stepped
in front of me, drawing me in for another kiss and then, his hand found my
crotch and he squeezed it ever so gently.

"Remember me all day long," he said seductively.

"I hate your timing, Mr. Myers, but I guarantee you. I'll remember you all
day," I replied.

"Love ya, Jess, have a great day," he said as I slowly made my way to the
door.

"I love you too."

I stopped by a Scotchman's for a pack of cigarettes. The in-store radio was
cranked up, not too loud, to a country station and the place was busy. I
waited patiently in line for my turn. As I moved closer to the counter, I
realized what the holdup was, apparently the guy running the register was
training and although he was a little slow, he seemed to be doing well. An
older, gray-haired lady stood behind the counter with him, occasionally
showing him where a particular button was on the register or credit card
machine. He was a cute guy too, dirty blonde hair, green eyes, kind of
tall, maybe 6 ft. or so. He had a nice tan too. I noticed he smiled a lot
and was very courteous to the customers before me. When I noticed his white
shell necklace, I figured him for a typical beach kid. I squinted my eyes a
little to see the nametag pinned to his smock, it read Corey.

"Good morning, sir. What can I get for you?" he asked with a wide smile
once I stepped up to the counter.

I half chuckled as I said, "A pack of Camel lights, please." He called me
'sir.' Shit, that boy wasn't any older than I was.

"Soft or hard?" he asked with a straight face.

"Corey!" the lady exclaimed with a surprised look on her face.

I laughed out loud and the guy looked dumfounded.

"What?" he asked.

"Honey, you should have asked `soft pack or hard pack'. Some people might
be offended by what you just said," she said.

"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry dude," He said looking embarrassed.

"It's ok, man. By the way, I'll take the soft pack."

All three of us laughed, as did the guy standing behind me. I paid and
left, feeling more awake and in a great mood too since I had my morning
chuckle. I'd have to stop there on a regular basis if Corey was going be
working. I couldn't really pick up any vibes so I didn't know if he was gay
or straight but I'd definitely be back. That store had a good feel to it.

When I pulled up to my relatives' campsite, my cousin Scott was sitting in
a lounge chair under the awning. I noticed a somewhat pained look on his
face.

"Scott, what's wrong, man?" I asked as I walked over.

He motioned me closer as he leaned in, too.

"Something's wrong...down there," he whispered as he pointed to his crotch.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"I don't know, Jesse. It's kind of red and it stings."

"What, your dick?"

"No, my dick is fine. It's my nuts and my crotch. I don't know what it is
but I don't want to go to a doctor if I don't have to."

"It might just be heat rash. I knew some guy that had that before."

"Would you look at just to make sure," Scott pleaded.

I grinned. "You're just an exhibitionist, aren't you?"

He flashed a wide smile.

"No - well yeah, you know I'll do just about anything for a laugh but I'm
serious about this. It kind of scares me, something not right, that close
to "my guys"."

"Ok lady-killer, let's go take a look," I said as I started toward the
door.

We stepped inside and I greeted my aunt and uncle who were finishing up
their coffee at the table. Scott told his folks that he needed to talk to
me for a second as we trotted down the hallway of the RV.

He pulled the curtain closed and flopped on his bed, undoing his jeans.

"Thanks Jesse, I appreciate this," he stated sincerely.

"Well, I guess that's what cousins are for," I said with a big grin on my
face.

He pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles and spread his legs as he
cupped one hand over his package, moving it slightly to the side. I glanced
at the area he was talking about and sure enough, it was a bright red.

"Damn boy, you're red down there. Does it hurt?"

"Yeah, more of a sting than a constant pain though. Is it heat rash?"

"I'm pretty sure it is. You got any baby powder or better yet, how about
some medicated powder?"

"Yeah" he replied, pointing to some inset shelves at the foot of the bed. I
grabbed the bottle.

"Now, how about briefs, do you have any?" Scott always wore boxers or boxer
briefs and even though they looked sexy, they provided no or little
support.

"Uh huh," he said. He stood and walked, or rather, he duck-waddled to the
closet. I laughed pretty hard at that site, he did too.

"Think I should wear briefs? He asked.

"Wear them for a couple of days, at least. They'll keep your junk from
flopping around so much and rubbing against your inner thigh. That will
help the rash to heal too."

I powdered my cousin's crotch and we joked about how funny the situation
was. I didn't think Scott was gay, he had dated girls and he loved them but
that bugger had absolutely no reservations whatsoever about baring his
naked butt to me. When I was done, I slapped his ass and he laughed as he
stood to dress.

"Thanks again, Jesse. I don't know what I would do without you, cuz,"

I shook my head and tried to keep a straight face. "I can't believe I
actually powdered your butt."

"If you tell Will, I swear I'll kill you," he said with giggle.

"Well, you can powder your own ass for the next couple of days and if that
place doesn't start healing, you have to tell your mom and dad."

"Got it," Scott replied.

He put his arm around my neck and we stumbled and giggled back up to the
front of the RV. My aunt smiled and shook he head.

"Now, what in the world have you two been talking about?" she asked with a
crooked grin.

"Nothing ma," Scott said as he place his hand over his mouth, trying to
stifle a laugh.

My aunt shook her head. "You two...I just don't know," she said.

Uncle Bert laughed and then rose from the table.

"Mother," he began, "I think I better keep a close eye on these two today."
He motioned toward Scott and me with his thumb when he said that. My aunt
laughed and agreed with him.

"Keep them on a short leash," she added.

"I will."

He rinsed out his coffee mug and placed it in the sink. Stepping back over
to the table, he leaned in and gave my aunt a tender kiss. I thought that
was sweet.

"I love you Bert. You be sure and watch out for my babies today."

"I will and I love you too," Bert replied.

Scott and I said goodbye to my aunt and not without a hug and kiss from
her, then Bert, Scott and I were on the road.

"Jesse, our first stop is at the Ford dealership. I need a van."

"Yes sir, boss. You got it but...um...where is the Ford dealership?"

Bert gave me directions. As it turned out, I knew where it was but had
forgotten. We joked around and told "bad" jokes until we pulled onto the
lot. As we hopped out of my car, a younger, red-headed guy walked towards
us. He looked to be about 25 or so.

"Good morning, I'm Brad Truman," he said as he offered his hand to my
uncle, "How can I help you sir." He never even glanced at me or Scott.

"I want to buy a van this morning," Bert replied as he shook the young
guy's hand. My uncle started to introduce us but was interrupted by the
guy.

"And will you be trading in...this?" the salesman asked in a very
condescending tone as he pointed at Tallulah. I swear-the guy actually
smirked when he said that, too.

Uncle Bert was much calmer than I would have been.

"No, I won't be trading in this car. I am going to purchase a commercial
van, outright, for my business and I am NOT going to purchase it from
you. I wish to deal with the sales manager personally," he said.

"Sir, I can help you," the young salesman replied. One word came to mind
when he said that, `Smartass'.

"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear," Bert said, "I no longer wish to deal
with you because you were rude to my son and my nephew and basically you
have insulted all three of us so any further discussion on your part would
be moot and ill-advised. Please ask your sales manager to come out here, I
wish to make a purchase...this morning."

Brad took off and disappeared into the showroom.

"Dad, you were awesome!"

"Yeah, Uncle Bert, way to tell that guy off," I added.

My uncle grinned from ear to ear.

"Guys, I probably should have toned it down a notch or two but frankly,
that guy had it coming. He was rude and he had a shitty attitude."

"He thought `ol Tallulah, here, was your car and you wanted to trade her in
on a new van, didn't he?" Scott commented.

"That's exactly what he thought. He made an assessment before he got all
the facts and he jumped to the wrong conclusion. It burns my ass up when
people do that. Let this be a lesson to you boys, get as many facts as you
can before making a decision and never judge someone based on looks or
appearances alone."

Scott and I nodded in agreement.

In a moment, an older guy, maybe 45 or 50 walked out of the showroom and
headed our way.

"Good morning, I'm Lester Ames, the sales manager here. How can I help
you?" he said.

He smiled and shook our hands. I thought he was a lot nicer than that other
guy. Uncle Bert told Lester what he was interested in and immediately the
man led us to several vans they had in stock. My uncle checked out 5 or 6
of them very closely, inspecting them inside and out, even under the
hood. He asked Scott and me to check `em out, too. We, of course, happily
obliged and we even rode with Bert and Lester on two test drives.

Once a decision was made, Lester invited us inside to get started on the
paperwork. Since I kind of felt that I was in the way, I told my uncle that
I'd wait outside while he took care of business. He smiled and told me not
to break anything expensive. I laughed and then trotted over to the
Mustangs. Scott joined me.

My cousin and I soon became lost in the fantasy of muscle-car ownership.

"Hey guys!" my uncle called out.

Scott and I had been wrapped up in car-talk, bragging about how we'd
customize our "Stangs" if we owned one and had forgotten all about the
time.

"Hey," we replied.

My uncle held up the keys to his new van as he flashed a big smile.

"So, Dad, can I borrow the van to cruise the boulevard next weekend?" Scott
asked as he waggled his eyebrows.

"Why certainly son," Bert said and then turned to give a wink which only I
could see. "Of course, your mother and I would have to come along too, just
to make sure you stay out of trouble. I think she should sit in the front
passenger seat, too. She likes classic country music too, so you might need
to buy a Hank Williams cd, maybe even a Patsy Cline one, as well."

Scott pretended to look repulsed at what Bert just said as we walked over
to the van, which was now parked in front of the showroom. As we approached
it, Lester hopped out and handed another key to my uncle. They shook hands
again and then Lester handed a business card to Scott and another one to
me.

"Gentlemen, I hope you'll come see me whenever you want to make a purchase
and I apologize for Brad's behavior earlier. It was unprofessional and he
will be reprimanded," he said.

We thanked him and then we left. I followed Scott and my uncle to his
store, the one on King's Highway. About 3 blocks down the street, my a/c
died, at least I'm pretty sure it was the a/c. It started making some
god-awful racket so I shut it off and rolled down the windows. I took off
my shirt too. I was wishing I had worn shorts instead of jeans, it was
already that hot and sticky.

I pulled into the lot of the vacant building and parked next to my uncle. I
threw my shirt back on when I stepped out of my car.

"Leave it off if you want to Jesse, it's going to be a hot one today,"
Uncle Bert said as he wiped his brow.

I nodded and took it off again and then Scott took his shirt off too,
draping it over his shoulder. My uncle fumbled around with some keys and
then unlocked the front door. We stepped inside and I noticed it smelled
kind of musty. I hadn't noticed the odor when we visited here earlier.

Bert flipped a switch and a few fluorescent bulbs flickered on, most were
burned out though and we walked around inside as my uncle got on his mobile
phone.

The building was multi-level and the office, or what had been the office,
was up the steps, we roamed around, jus goofing off, looking at nothing and
checking out everything, like two little kids. While we were upstairs, I
noticed Scott's attitude changed, from one of casual, kid-like
inquisitiveness to one of an almost pensive nature.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He was looking out a window and his gaze seem attached to some far off
object.

"Nothing" he replied. His voice was devoid of emotion so I knew was on his
mind.

I walked over and stood beside him, placing my arm around his shoulder. I
stared out the window for a few seconds before speaking.

"Scooter, the view from this spot is nice, it really is but what's on your
mind?"

When we were kids, I called him Scooter. He even told me that once, he got
into a fight because another kid called him that and he said that only his
cousin could call him by that name.

"I'm just thinking." Scott's focus never left whatever he was staring at
out the window.

"Is there something you'd like to talk about?"

My question was met with silence, although, the _expression changed on
Scott's face. His eyebrows furrowed and he pursed his lips. It seemed he
wanted to answer but couldn't.

"Scott, if you don't want to talk right now, it's cool. Whenever you're
ready, I'm here for you. Ok?"

He nodded his head and managed a crooked grin. I smiled back and then
stepped away, giving him "room" to think.

I walked down the steps and past my uncle, who was talking to someone on
his mobile phone. I continued out the back door. It was odd for Scott do be
so down because of everyone I knew, he had always been so upbeat. He could
bring you up when you were down and now it was he who seemed bothered by
something.

*******************************

The remainder of the day was spent hanging around and listening to my Bert
talk to the construction guys from the company that Lin's father owned. We
did go to the other empty store and haul out some junk from inside. We got
to meet a couple of the guys from the store that was open who came over to
help. They seemed pretty nice. Uncle Bert treated us to lunch but other
than that, my day was actually pretty boring. I missed Will too.

We called it a day around 5pm and Bert asked me to meet him at the store
near the Pavilion at 9am the following morning and I could park in the lot
behind the store. I left, tired and yet happy too. I didn't feel that I had
accomplished much but hopefully tomorrow would be a better day.

On the way home, I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few things. I
had some money and at times, I felt I wasn't contributing enough to the
household. Charles would argue against that whenever I brought it up but
that's the way I felt, so, I was gonna buy some food.

I was almost done when I saw the guy from the convenience store. Corey, I
think his name was.

"Hey dude, I remember you," he said with a laugh.

I laughed too.

"Yeah, I stopped in your store this morning."

"You got some smokes and I asked if you wanted hard or soft, right?"

"That's it!"

We both laughed hard.

"So, um...who you buying all that for, dude?" he asked as he eyed my nearly
full buggy.

"The family," I replied.

"That's cool, shopping for your folks like that."

"Actually, I'm shopping for me and my roommate."

"Oh, cool. I have three roommates. They are total pigs and nobody ever
thinks to buy groceries either, that's why I'm here. My bud, Jay is around
someplace."

He smiled widely and then he glanced behind himself and then down an isle.

"Looking for Jay?" I asked.

"Yeah dude, he was right with me a second ago," he replied as he bobbed his
head around, looking for his friend.

"Sorry you lost yer bud."

"It's ok, he walks off all the time, dude. Hey listen, man, I gotta go find
Jay, good to see you."

"Thanks Corey, take care."

"Oh, what's your name, man?"

"Jesse Mayhew"

"I'm Corey Davenport. Stop by the store sometime."

We shook hands and with that, Corey was gone, looking for his elusive buddy
named Jay. I finished shopping, checked out and headed home.

As I pulled around behind the house, Will stepped out and walked up to my
car. "Hey there, stranger," he said with a sly grin.

"Hey yourself," I replied back, "How'd it go today?"

"No explosions, fires or floods, so, pretty good."

I nodded as I picked up a few bags from the backseat. Will grabbed the rest
and we went back in the house.

As we were putting away the groceries, I relayed the story of my day to
Will, including the parts about Corey. He laughed and said the guy sounded
pretty nice. I agreed and then I asked him about "gaydar". He always teased
me about mine not working but I never really understood what, exactly, it
was.

"It's like a sixth sense, intuition, really," he explained.

Michael and Jared walked in on the conversation and were listening intently
as Will continued.

"Sometimes, you can just pick up 'vibes' from people, not everyone
though. Some gay people don't really give off vibes."

"My gaydar is pretty strong," Michael said.

"Mine too," Will added.

"Well, I don't think I have it," Jared said seriously.

Will chuckled, "Everybody has it Jared but some people just don't know how
it works." He pointed at me when he said that last part and Michael punched
my shoulder and laughed.

"We gotta work on your gaydar sometime, bro," he said with a laugh.

"C'mon, let's go shoot some hoops," Jared asked Michael and then they took
off.

Running my fingers through my hair, I sighed loudly as I leaned back
against the counter.

"Michael seems to be feeling better," I finally said.

"He said he felt good today. Having Jared around to pal around with
probably helps more than anything."

"Is Charles home?" I asked.

"I think he said he was going to start back working out at the gym today,"
Will replied.

"That's right, I forgot. Well, I'm going to take a quick shower and I'll be
right back."

*****

After my shower, I felt a lot better. As I started down the stairs I met
Charles coming up. He said he was going to take a shower. I mentioned that
I was going to start supper and asked if spaghetti and tossed salad was
ok. He patted his stomach and gave that `Mmm' sound. I laughed as I
continued down to the kitchen.

Will helped with the salad as I browned the ground chuck. Charles joined us
and he set the table. Pretty soon, the salad was made, the sauce had been
added to the meat and I put some rolls into the oven as Charles called the
younger guys in.

The made a beeline through the kitchen, stopping long enough to take a deep
breath and commenting about how good the food smelled and then they
disappeared again.

Just as we all sat down to eat, a car pulled up. Michael said it was Chance
and invited him inside.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you guys were eating supper, I can wait outside,"
Chance said as he spotted the food on the table.

Almost simultaneously, we all asked him to join us. He grinned big-time and
asked if he could wash his hands first as he made his way to the kitchen
sink.

Chance was a big `ol boy, already, at 16. He was about 6' tall and probably
weighed in at 180-185lbs. He was cut pretty well so I figured he must play
sports. During supper, the subject came up and Michael mentioned that
Chance wrestled and played baseball. That's all it took, Jared jumped right
in and he, Michael, and Chance dominated the conversation the rest of
dinner.

After we finished eating, the younger guys offered to clean up and actually
shooed the older guys outside. We grabbed our usual spot at the picnic
table. Somehow, our conversation turned, as it usually does, and Charles
and Will started teasing each other about tossed salads and tossing salads
and other sexual innuendoes. Whenever those two are in the right mood, they
can say things that'd make a sailor blush.

The phone rang and Jared brought the cordless out to Charles. It was
Jennifer, so Charles excused himself and went back inside. Will and I
chatted a while longer then decided to watch a little tv. For doing
"nothing" today, I sure was tired. I feel asleep with my head resting
against his shoulder. I woke up briefly and he suggested we go to bed so I
gladly followed him upstairs. I don't even remember going to sleep once my
head hit the pillow.

(MICHAEL'S VIEWPOINT)

When I came out to my family, I thought everything would be ok, I really
did. It wasn't ok, though, and my father went off on me so I ran away. That
was pretty dumb. I mean, Charles would have taken me in but I just wasn't
thinking clearly. Then, my dad found me and we had it out again and he laid
a major beating on me, I was in pretty bad shape for awhile. Luckily
somebody saw what happened and called the police, if they hadn't I guess I
would have died out there.

I'll never forget Charles' reaction the first time he saw me in the
hospital. He cried so much and Charles doesn't really cry. I mean,
sometimes things get to him and you can tell it when he gets sad, but, he's
not one to cry. My big bro, the tough, macho cop is a real softie on the
inside. He's the coolest guy I've ever known.

Everything changed in my life, my mom freaked and moved away, my dad's in
jail for a long time and now I'm living with my brother. I felt guilty
because I thought it was all my fault but Charles explained that my folks
had been talking of splitting up for a while. They just hadn't told me.

Charles' house is now my home and I've got a new family. Charles' roommate
is Jesse, a gay guy from North Carolina. He's cool, nice-looking and he's
got a great boyfriend too in Will. I'd like to have a boyfriend, someday
but I don't really think about that too much. I mean, I do but it's not
exactly my top priority. I have made a friend in Jared, that's Jesse's
younger brother. He's my age. He's straight though but he's still cool. I
wish he could move down here and then we could hang out but he's just
staying for a short while with his and Jesse's aunt and uncle.

Their uncle, Bert, offered me a job at one of his stores as soon as I was
healed up. I'm pretty pumped about that. I'll be earning my own money,
that'll be cool. He offered jobs to some of my friends too but I think Wes
and Brian already have jobs for the summer. Maybe Chance and I can work
together. He's been my best friend since 1st grade and he was the very
first person I came out too. I had hoped he would be cool with it and he
was. As far as I know, Chance is straight but he doesn't date that
much. There have been times when I thought I noticed him checking out guys
but I never said anything to him about it. Maybe I should. He seems cool
with me being gay, maybe he is too or maybe he's not sure. I'll have to
find a way to really talk to him about that.

Yep, a lot has changed the last few weeks but things are looking good. This
is going to be a great summer.


TO BE CONTINUED



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