The contents of this story is purely fictional although based on real life happenings in my life. All names have been fictionalize to protect the innocent and not so innocent. The content matter of this story concerns love and sex between males both youth and adult if this is not what you like reading or it is illegal for you to read this material because of age or laws go somewhere else. This story is copyrighted by it's owner and may not be copied or published elsewhere without the owners permission.
Age and Time
"Bastian, I want you to take Leo to school tomorrow."
"Daddy, it is really out of my way why can't he walk - God, I had to walk!"
"Sebastian, I want you to take him. I want you to mend your upset with him."
"Dad, I don't care if he's pissed with me; I'm pissed with him. In fact I'll be glad when his "Old Man" takes him back!"
"It's not going to happen, Seb. He called his father today, after the call, I heard him crying, and his father doesn't want him back. He's a good boy Seb. He's having a tough time; well you know what it's like. I remember a little seven year old boy who had a rough time when his mom left."
That must have hurt. To have your own parent tell you they don't want you. At least my mom never said that to me. The hardest part for me was when people would come to the door and asked, "Excuse me sonny, but can I speak to the lady of the house?"
I never knew what to say. The time Dad was taking about was when this guy came to the door and asked the same old question - I just slammed the door in his face. He rang the doorbell three or four times. Finally, I opened the door.
"Now son, that really wasn't polite, may I speak with your mother please?"
"No, you may not! She's not here! She won't be here today, tomorrow, or, or EVER! So, just get the fuck out of here. JUST FUCK OFF!" I screamed and slammed the door so hard the glass pane broke. I ran upstairs to my room and cried. Dad heard it all as he came into the back of the house and saw me running by him up to my room.
"Okay Dad, point made. I'll take Leo to school."
"It's Wednesday and I thought maybe you'd like to join Leo and me for dinner at the Mexican Inn and maybe you and Leo could take in a movie."
The Mexican Inn was my favorite restaurant and Dad knew it.
"You know what, Dad? You are manipulative," I laughed.
"No I'm not! I simply know the way to my son's heart!" he laughed.
"Your right there! Anyway, I've got to meet Mary at the airport cause her car is being worked on and she needs a ride home. So, I'll meet you at the restaurant at 5:30 or so." We hung up.
I went to Dick's office to get Mary but was told she was at the Flight Line Office. Bill Jenkins was behind the counter, "Hey, Bastian! Good to see you made it back alive."
"I swear you sure had me hoodwinked, but you know what when I realize what you'd done and after I cooled down a bit, thanks to Dick, I knew that you'd do fine."
"Yeah, it was a really stupid thing for me to do."
"Yes, it was. Anyway, could you take this out to the Cessna?" He handled me a maintenance log.
"Sure, Bill, have you seen Mary?"
"Oh, she'll be here in about forty-five minute. She told me to tell you to just wait."
"Oh, gosh. Can I use your phone? I need to call my dad and let him know I'll be a little late."
"Sure, tell you what I'll call your dad and you go put that log in the plane."
I walked out to the plane open the door to put the log in when the door on the other side of the plane opened and I stood there looking at Dick.
He smiled, "You better do your pre-flight check, buddy because we're going to do this officially."
I stood there not believing my ears, "My solo?"
"Sure, kid "
"But you said "
"You're wasting time."
I did the pre-flight check and got into the plane alone.
"Once around. Okay."
I did as he instructed and went once around and landed. I knew I had done everything right! I was so happy as I pulled up and parked the plane.
Dick came up to me, "You did good, kido. Here's your license." He handed me the license and then gave me a hug. The hug surprised me more than getting my license back. "You're the best Bastian. Come on, Mary's in the office let's tell her the good news!"
I ran to the office. Mary was standing by the counter smiling.
"Mary, look! It's official! I soloed. It was so great!" I wrapped my arms around her, "I love you! I love Dick! Right now I even love Leo!"
"Oh, that's good. Oh hi, you must be Leo."
"Mary, you're joking right?" I whispered, "He's not standing behind me, is he?"
"Hi, Bastian." It was Leo and I could feel myself blush. Still holding on to Mary and not daring to turn around, "Hi."
"Congratulations, your dad told me on the way over here. I'm sorry for being an ass the other day."
I turned around. He was looking down shyly at the floor and then up at me, our eyes met and he smiled and my heart melted.
"So are we ready to go celebrate?" ask Dad.
Dick and Mary rode together, of course her car was in fine shape. Dad followed them in his car and Leo and I followed in my car. Leo was like the Leo I'd met on the train. Both of us talked just like nothing had happened, like two minutes ago we were saying goodbye in Denver and now we are here. We talked all the way through dinner and then after the movie all the way home.
As soon as I we got in our room I asked, "So, which bed is yours?"
"This one. I've slept in both and yours is the most comfortable."
"Yeah, I know, but I don't mind you having it if you want. I can sleep in that one just as easily."
"Nah, I'm fine. I put your pj's under your pillow."
"Thanks." I was kind of embarrassed to get undressed in front of him and so was he I guess cuz we just sort of puttered around. I'd gotten down to my underwear. "You know, I think I just sleep in my briefs tonight."
"Yeah, me too." He quickly got into bed and giggled, "Turn out the lights."
I smiled at him and turned out the lights and got in bed. After five minutes I heard him tossing and turning.
"Damn!" he whispered.
"Is there anyway to get comfortable in this bed?" he whispered.
"Yes," I giggled, "By sleeping in this bed."
The next thing I knew he was standing by my bed. "Well, come on scoot over!" he whispered.
I scooted over and he got in bed with me.
We talk some more quietly.
"I like to be tickled like this." He said as he lightly ran fingers across my forehead along each eyebrow down my cheek and gently across my lips. I almost shivered with delight. It was so sensual. He stopped.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes, more," I sighed.
He started again and then ventured down my neck, on to my chest around each nipple and on down to my belly button along the waistband of my briefs. I was as hard as a rock then on back up to my face and lips.
I proceeded to tickle him in the same manner around his face, across his chest down slowly to his belly and along his waistband. I knew he must be as hard as me so I ventured down his side to the bottom of his briefs and along the bottom of his briefs. He spread his legs apart inviting my tickling to continue all his briefs. We were both breathing heavily. Across his brief covered ballsack and up the other side as my fingertips move upward along his side my arm brushed across his hardened penis. I was so nervous doing that in case he objected, but he did nothing except enjoy.
When my fingers lightly ran across his lips I stopped.
Leo started again at my eyebrows but he moved quickly to my waistband and followed the same track I had down my side and along the bottom of my briefs. I spread my legs apart as he had done. I felt his fingertips as the slowly move across my on ballsack, but they only went half way across and he hesitated as if trying to decide what to do. Slowly they went up my hardened shaft and then slowly back down the side of my prick up the other side to the head of my prick and then to the waistband. His fingers slipped under my waistband and down to the head of my throbbing prick. My God it felt good.
"Your turn," he said leaving his fingertips where they had stopped.
I went straight for his underwear grabbed each side and pulled them down. He did the same for me. We were both completely naked as I wrapped my fingers around his penis. He was smaller than not nearly as much hair as me, but he was a year younger. I slowly, began jerking him off as he was doing the same to me. As I got closer I began pumping his cock faster and he responded by matching my speed. Within a few minutes we were both cumming all over ourselves.
We lay there for several minutes. He took his underwear and clean me up then I did the same for him. As I was cleaning him up I watched his face he was just lying there with his eyes closed and a slight smile on his face. When I finished he opened his eyes, "Thanks."
"My pleasure," I giggled. He smiled and got up walked over to our dresser opened the drawer and tossed me a clean pair of underwear then got himself a clean pair. He got back in bed with me and we fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning when Dad woke me I noticed Leo was in his own bed.
I made breakfast as usual for Dad and told Dad I would make Leo's and mine after I took my shower. After my shower I walked into the bedroom and Leo was still sleeping. He looked so beautiful I couldn't resist giving him a kiss as much as I wanted to taste his slightly pouty lips if he woke up he might think the wrong thing - well he might object to me loving him.
After a gently kiss on his cheek I gently shook his shoulder. "Leo, get up and take a shower, I'll make us breakfast. Sleepily he opened is eyes and smiled, Okay, Bastian " He looked like he was going to say something then change his mind. "Thanks for waking me up."
I dropped him off at his school and drove on to my school. The day passed quickly and I was off to pick up Leo. He was waiting almost in the same place I dropped him off. A girl was talking to him and as I pulled up he kissed her on the cheek and said good-bye and they quickly kissed on the lips. For some reason I felt hurt.
"Who was that?"
"You don't waste anytime."
"Well, I'm not a queer, you know! I got her phone number too. I can't wait to get into her pants."
I didn't say anything. Did that mean he thought I was? Did what we did last night make him think I was queer? Maybe he was awake when I kissed him this morning. Maybe he's just trying to tell me he's not queer like me. Does he know that I'm queer?
I pulled up
in front of the house to let him out. We sat there for a few moments.
"Oh, I thought you be home with me. Where ya goin'?"
"Flying." I answered pertly.
"Can I go?"
"Why? You just get bored, besides you have much more important things to do like calling miss hot pants! Of, course it's probably not much of a challenge for you."
"What's not a challenge?"
"Getting in to another person's pants. Look, I have to go. Can you just get out? I'm sure Miss what-her-name is just dying to talk to you." He looked hurt. Well, he fucking hurt me.
I burned rubber getting out of there. I started crying. I wanted to turn around and go back to him. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him. I wanted to tell him that I wanted to have real sex with him. But I didn't I only felt pain of knowing that he'd hate me and call me a fucking queer! I hated my life. I hated being queer. I needed a drink - a luscious drink to numb my brain and take away the pain.
I drove around for a while and eventually found myself at Vance's house. He was a cop. What a joke! Fat Vance would by me all the booze I wanted.
"Hello, Bastian, what you up to?"
"I need a fifth of scotch cuz I'm having a party."
"Hey, I was going to the liquor store. Be back in a few."
Fifteen minutes later I was on my way to Love Field in Dallas.
I've been a little drunk a couple of times at a party and usually ended up falling asleep - but not shitfaced. I found a place to park my car and watch the planes land and take off. I was so confused about Leo. And I started drinking and watching the planes fly by. If I'm queer, what is Leo? I mean he started it. He got into my bed. Sure, I wanted him to but he asked and he was the one that started the tickling, not me. But he says he's not queer. And then the scene with that girl, why did that upset me so?
I've seen guys kissing girls before and it never upset me. I took a big gulp of scotch, it burn a little going down the stuff tastes like bad medicine. How could anyone ever become an alcoholic?
I took another large swig. It went down smoother and the taste wasn't as bad. I watched the planes as my brain started going numb and my senses diminished.
I downed another large gulp and began thinking about Leo and started crying. When I was four my mom attempted suicide by drinking a fifth of bourbon and taking a bunch of pills I was the one that found her lying on the floor and began crying because I couldn't wake her up, I wasn't trying to kill myself just lessen the pain I felt. I took another drink before I simply passed out.
I came to around two a.m. It took me forever to realize that it was two a.m. and I was very, very late in getting home. There was a pay phone about 100 feet away from me. I got out of my car and staggered over to the phone.
"Hello, Daddy, it's me Bastian."
"Bastian are you ok? Where are you? Do you know what time it is?"
"I been washing planes take off and land. I fell asleep." Oh, God! Did I say washing planes? "Sorry, Daddy, I just woke up. I'm still half out of it. I'm really sorry, sir. One minute I was watching the plane and then I wake- woke up."
"Bastian, have you been drinking?"
"No, sir I just woke up and I'm still half asleep."
"Well, stop some where and get some black coffee down you. Should I come and get you?"
"No, sir. I can drive all right."
"All right, stop somewhere and get some black coffee to wake you up. And drive safely."
I got home about an hour later. I got out of the car and promptly threw up. For five minutes I threw up.
"I hope you are learning a lesson," came a voice behind me, which startled me.
I moaned and groaned and what did my dad do? He nearly pissed himself laughing.
"I'm never going to drink again, " moaned.
"That's what they all say, well come on let's get some coffee in you."
About 3:30 I crawled into bed still not feeling to good. I was nearly asleep when I heard Leo whisper, "Bastian are you okay?"
I pretended to be asleep. Next thing I knew Leo was cuddle up close to me. I could feel him getting hard and his hand found it's way into my underwear. I moaned, but not out of pleasure. In seconds I knew I was going to throw up. I was out of bed in a flash and barely made it to the bathroom in time before I started another round of vomiting until I had the dry heaves. After fifteen minutes I was able to leave the bathroom. Dad had gone back to bed. Leo was back in his bed until I got into bed then he got back in my bed. He cuddled back up to me. I could have sworn he kissed my cheek as I drifted off to sleep.
The hot water felt so good and I began to relax and of course my mind began wandering to early this morning. Did Leo kiss me or did I dream it? Either way it was getting me hard. I had my hand around my cock slowly stroking it when someone opened the bathroom door causing to sit up quickly and tucking my hardon out of the way as best I could luckily because someone peered in.
It was Leo.
"What are you doing home?"
"Babysitting," he smiled.
I noticed him glance down to my lap, but my dick was hidden from view, so I spread my legs apart to give him a better view and a wry smile appeared on his face then he looked away. And closed the curtain.
"So, when are you getting out?"
"When my headache subsides a bit more."
"You know what you need is a massage to really relax you. If you get out I'll give you a massage. It will make you feel better."
"Well, let me stay in here a little longer. Then I'll get out," I said but what I was thinking was "if he goes out I can finish what I started, before he interrupted me!"
"Yeah, fine. Mind if I stay in here to keep you company. It's boring to just hang around."
We talked for another ten minutes and finally I figured I might as well get out. I turned off the shower and got out still porting a semi-hard dick. Leo handled me a towel. He was still in his underwear and I made no effort to hide my manliness. He started getting aroused and I continued to put on a good show for him as I walked out of the bathroom back to the bedroom naked with my towel in my hand.
"Spread you towel on the bed and then lie down on it."
"Cuz I'm going to give you a massage, remember? I don't want to be the oil on your sheets."
I did as he said.
He started the massage. First my shoulders, he was standing beside the bed for a few minutes. God did it feel good, I actually was relaxing and my headache was dissipating.
"Hold on a sec." He stopped massaging. I looked to see he was taking off his underwear then he strattled me and began massaging me again. I could feel his dick sliding back and forth along my butt as he massaged up and down by back. I loved the feel of it. His hands worked their way down my back to my butt cheeks. His thumbs slide down my crack to that placed right behind my ballsack. I began to moan and slightly humping to meet his down strokes.
"Turn over," he almost whispered.
He oiled up my inner thighs and his very hard and beautiful dick. "I want to try something."
"Put your thighs together."
As I did he sipped his dick between them and started humping me slowly at first. He had his eyes closed most of the time. It was so neat to watch his face, as he got closer to cumming and then when he actually came. I wanted so much to kiss him at that point, but that would mean I was a homo. Well, I was but I pretended not to be. He lay on top of me for at least five minutes with his head on my chest.
"Wow, that was fantastic. It's your turn," he said and we switched places, me on top still sticky from his cum.
I lubricated up his thighs and my dick and followed his example. I was already so charged up that it only took me a matter of minutes before I was spewing my sperm between his legs. I lay on top of him for a while with my lips gently touching the side of his neck and ever so slightly kissing him. He said nothing nor did he move away. He was as relaxed as I was. We both fell asleep.
We continued having sex in that manner nearly every night until September except when I was gone for two weeks I was at encampment. I missed him so much that during the second week I would call him every night long distance and we'd talk; we never talked about mushy things or ever said I love you we just talked about the things we'd done that day. Our last call he said he couldn't wait til I got home and that he missed me. I knew at that moment that I loved him, but I never said it.
Things changed when school started. I elected to have no study hall and third of my classes were senior classes. Leo was starting the tenth grade so we rarely saw each other during the day and in the evening I was busy with homework or the CAP.
Our nightly affairs started to dwindle off, namely because I was up to 1:30a.m. studying almost every night and by the time I got to bed Leo was asleep. He made some friends and they turned out to be the wrong kind of people to hang out with and our time together seemed to limited to the ride to school and sometimes home and sometimes dinner. He either had no homework or didn't do it because he always seemed to be out with his friends.
I had written John several times, but nothing back from him Christmas was a real bummer for me. I guess I deserved it for last Christmas when I forgot to get Dad a present. Leo had forgotten to get me a present; well that's what he said. After Christmas he bought me something for my car, which I never used. We'd had a few arguments here and there nothing that had any lasting effect on either of us.
I never went to see John, as he never answered any of my letters, but just before my seventeenth birthday I received a letter from him.
Leo had arrived home before me as he'd gotten a ride from one of his friends; in fact he was going into the house as I was pulling into the driveway. I had had a tiring day at school.
"Well, well, look what I have here a letter from England."
"Give it here, Leo, it's mine."
"Let me read it first he teased."
"Leo stopped being a smart ass and give me my letter!" No telling what John had said in it.
"No. I'm going to read it first!" he said as he started to open the letter.
I went to grab it and he jerked his hand out of the way. He had surpassed my breaking point. I hit him hard in the gut. He doubled over dropping the envelope, which I picked up and put in my pocket. As I turned around Leo's fist caught me just below my right eye his other fist I tried to dodge but it caught me on the arm. I tackled him pinning him down I punched him once in the eye and was about to punch him again when Sylvia his mom whacked me over the head with the broomstick telling us to stop fighting. She hit just hard enough to get my attention. I got up quickly and was half way to the door when Leo grabbed the broom, Sylvia screamed at him and I turned around to see what she was screaming at and caught the broomstick on the side of my face.
I nearly passed out; the blood started gushing from my nose and mouth as I staggered backwards towards the door. Leo had a shocked look on his face like he hadn't intended to hurt me that bad.
Sylvia was screaming at him and me.
I ran for the sanctuary of my car. I heard Leo call out but I don't know what he said. I got in my car and drove away I saw Leo trying to run after me. I didn't stop. Somehow I made it to Mary and Dick's; I got out of the car and promptly threw up what seemed like a stomach full of blood. Mary had seen me drive up and came running out to me. My nose was still trickling blood and my right eye swollen shut and my left eye and cheek were quickly catching up.
Ten minutes later I was lying on the guest bed with cold steaks lying on my face. I had hardly said a thing - I felt completely monotoned from the shock I guess. Apparently, Sylvia had figured out where I would go and had alerted Mary.
"Are those steaks helping?" she asked and I nodded.
She picked up the phone and called Sylvia. "Hi Sylvia, This is Mary. I just wanted to let you know Bastian is here. I've cleaned him up. He lying here, still in a bit of shock, I think, but he'll be all right. I really think he should stay the night. Uh-huh. Okay, So how's Leo? Yeah, well, okay well, I think that would be okay, Excuse me, he told you what? Oh, my! Well, I know Bastian and I really think he should tell, Bastian. I think they should both talk. No, I know Sebastian and he would not react that way. Believe me I know. We've had some really deep conversations and very personal and I am positive he could handle it" She talked another five minutes and then hung up.
She gave me a couple of painkillers and I drifted off to sleep. It must have been ten o'clock when I woke up to find Leo sitting on the bed beside me. His left eye was swollen and so was his other eye, but not from being hit, from crying. I guess the steaks had done their magic because a lot of the swelling had gone from my face. For a long while we just looked at each other.
His lower lip began to tremble and tears rolled down his cheeks as he whispered, "Bastian, I'm really sorry."
I open my arms out and he carefully fell into them. "Bastian, I have to tell you something, but I'm so scared to tell you. I'm afraid you'll hate me."
His ear was near my lips as I whispered back to him, "Leo, you just smacked my face with a broomstick, bloodied my nose, and blacked my eye " My tears started flowing too, "and I don't hate you. Sometimes, I wish I could, but hating you is just not part of my soul " I guess as he was about to confess something to me I might as well be honest here too.
Then almost in unison we both said, "I love you."
"Yeah, but I mean I really love you - I want to live with you the rest of my life," he sighed, " Bastian I'm a queer."
For several moments I couldn't say a thing just look at him. He must have thought I was mad or something cuz he started to pull away, but I held him and pulled him close to me. "Me too"
He pulled away a bit and looked at me and said, "You're queer?"
"Yes, and I'm in love with you."
He gently lowered his lips to mine for a kiss that was as light as gossamer, but as powerful as a lighting bolt shooting through every part of my body.
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