Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 22:23:23 +0000 From: Rebel 777 Subject: Blaine's New Life - Chapter 5 Blaine's New Life By Rebel Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between a young male and an older male. If material of this nature offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. All of the other disclaimers from previous chapter apply. Thank you all very much for the encouragement. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to Rebel777@hotmail.com. * * * * * * * Chapter 5 -- Blaine's Education (Part 1) I stepped into the bedroom and started rummaging through the drawers for another pair of shorts to wear. As I pulled the shorts out and sat on the bed, I started thinking -- sometimes, not the best thing for me. `Damnit Blaine, what are you doing with this kid? You could go to jail for what happened.' My mind was swirling with conflicting emotions and ideas that I had never considered before. I decided that I'd take a shower to wash off the chlorine and buy me some time to think about all this. `Dillon is a really cute kid, and does seem to know what he wants; and that scene with his friend Garret last night was probably the hottest thing I have ever seen in my whole life.' I grabbed my clean shorts, padded into the bathroom, and adjusted the water to a nice cleansing warm, rather than hot. As I stepped under the spray, I was remembering a lot of different times in my life when I looked at guys in the showers, or watching them in their workout clothes and tight singlets when we wrestled on the school teams. `How many times had I gotten hard just seeing the other guys? And how many times did I see the other guys also getting a hard-on as we wrestled? Remember that kid Joel after he won the state championship? He stayed on the mat until the coach came out to check and see if he was all right, but when he got there, all Joel did was grab the towel from him and hold it in front of himself as he was helped off the mat. Then when you heard that he'd shot a load in his jersey while he was pressed onto the other kid, pinning him to the mat, it made all the sense in the world that he'd want to cover up.' I chuckled as I remembered the razzing we gave him afterward, but it was all in good fun, since we had ALL had much the same experience happen to us at sometime or another. It was pretty much forgotten by the time we got back to the hotel for the night. `I guess I've had these feelings all my life, I just didn't want to think about the possibility that I might be gay. Yeah stupid, that's probably why you married Cindy even though you weren't in love with her.' I was shocked at the realization. I'd never thought of it like that before, but now the pieces seemed to fall into place; the frantic sex we had when we first got together, the wedding and starting our new life together, and the slowly cooling off as we started the new company and spent less and less time together. I then remembered all the times that I spent working late and telling myself that we'd be better off and get things back together after the company was up and running well on its own. The shower started cooling and I figured that I had stalled long enough; I had a young man waiting that I needed to deal with. As I dried and dressed, I again thought about the scene with Garret last night, and started to get hard. `Well, I might be gay, and I will follow up on that and learn more about it, but I need to put a stop to this with Dillon -- he's just way too young,' I reasoned while I brushed my hair. `He's a nice kid, and I don't want to hurt him, but he needs to find someone his own age to experiment with -- not an `old man' like me.' I turned and headed back to the living room, determined to let him down easy and try not to hurt him. I found that Dillon had taken a seat on the tile floor just inside the patio doors. At first, I thought he was asleep, but I could see his hand slowly stroking Shadow's neck and back as he sat propped against the bar that separated the kitchen from the dining area. He seemed to be in a dream, and it must have been a good one. His hard cock had inched its way out of the leg hole of his shorts and was pushing up toward his belly. "Hey Dillon, did you go to sleep on me?" I asked, noticing his head snap up and look at me. Shadow just lay there and wagged his tail furiously "Nah, I was just remembering back to when I got Shadow for Christmas, and how much my life has changed since then," he said as he started to crawl off the floor. "I wasn't sure if you forgot I was here, or what." "No, believe me, I couldn't forget about you. I just felt kinda scummy with the pool water and the... the..." I stuttered, having a difficult time keeping my eyes off of his erection and focused on what I had to do. "The cum stains?" he said. I felt myself going red, remembering back to the hot scene by the pool. "Yeah, the cum stains," I repeated, but I was determined that we had to talk. "Ah... we gotta talk about all that," I said, extending my hand to help him up. His head jerked up to look in my eyes, and I saw this look of hurt cross those beautiful eyes. I had to do something quick or I'd be lost -- again. "Ah... maybe you'd better do something with that," I said as I looked down, indicating his not so rampant but still exposed dick. He pulled the leg of his shorts over his cock and pushed it back up toward his waistband. "It does that a lot sometimes," he said, but he didn't seem embarrassed about it. He reached back down and retrieved his Pepsi that was still on the floor and I watched that beautiful butt of his move under the flimsy fabric. I moved to go into the living room and Dillon started to follow. Shadow rose up to move with us, but Dillon looked back at him, snapped his fingers, and pointed to the floor, and I was amazed to see Shadow plop back down on the tile. "I'm impressed Dillon, you've done a good job training Shadow," I said as I walked into the living room and indicated a seat on the couch for him to sit. "My dad doesn't want dog hair all over the house, so the only way I can have him in the house is that I had to train him to stay on the tiled floor of the entryway or the kitchen. He sleeps in my room with me, but otherwise he lays down on the tile and watches me, or he's outside." Dillon beamed with pride as he told me about the work he'd done to train Shadow, and seemed genuinely pleased that I'd noticed. I walked over to sit in the recliner rather than next to Dillon. "You're not gonna sit here?" he asked. "No Dillon, that's not a good idea. I need to keep some distance while we talk, otherwise..." my voice drifted off. His eyes showed his downcast look, and all he said was, "Oh," in a very quiet voice. "Dillon, you're a nice boy... ah, young man," I corrected when I saw him look up at me, "But I'm 28 years old; like I said, twice as old as you are. I could go to jail for a long time if anyone found out what we've done." I raised my hand toward him when I saw him start to say something. "You really need to find someone more your age to `experiment' with rather than hang around an old guy like me." He bit his lip but didn't interrupt. "I really appreciate what you did for me last night... then again just now out by the pool. I got to thinking about all of that, and some of the past things in my life, and I guess that maybe I am gay and just hadn't realized it -- or didn't want to see it. I really appreciate that you allowed me to watch you with Garret -- that was really hot, and playing with you earlier was fantastic, and it opened my eyes a lot. I have a lot of things to think about and a lot to learn about myself, but I just can't run the risk of what might happen if I kept seeing you." Dillon was holding his hands stiff in his lap, and I could see his eyes welling up with tears. He looked at me with pain in his eyes, and choked out, "So you're sending me away, and don't wanna be with me." "Dillon, it's not like that. I think you're wonderful, and if you were older, I would like to find out about this new side of my life with you, but you really do need to be with guys your age--" "I have," he interrupted, still trying hard not to cry. "I'm sorry, I don't understand." Taking a deep breath and wiping at his eyes, he looked back at me and said, "I have been with guys my own age. My best friend, Garret, and I have been doing it for years. We learned about all this stuff by trying it with each other. I've done things with other guys from school too, but I wanted something more... I wanted an older guy to do things with. I never had an older brother to teach me things. You don't look like you're 28, but that doesn't matter to me. At first I was scared last night, but you were so nice to me and didn't treat me like I wasn't there, I felt like I had found someone to... to do things with... somebody who would like me for me," he said as I could visibly see that he was getting upset. "I just thought you'd like it -- thought you'd want me. I'm sorry," and started quietly crying as I saw tears run down those beautiful cheeks. `Shit, I do like him,' I thought to myself, `Now I've hurt him.' I felt my resolve melt away as I looked over to this wonderful young man who was having such a difficult time trying to grow up. I got up from my chair, sat next to him on the couch, and placed my hand on his shoulder, intending to just help him get himself pulled back together. I was totally unprepared for what he did next. Dillon threw himself into my arms, wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug, and bawled like a baby on my shoulder. About all I could do was to gently wrap my arms around him and hold him while he cried. About ten minutes later, we were still entwined as I had held him while his crying subsided and the wracking spasms eased. I didn't know what had caused such an outburst, but it was clear that this magnificent boy had a few demons of his own. I really wanted to help, but... but I'm scared... scared of what all of these new feelings and ideas mean to me, scared of the unknown, but also scared of what might happen if I keep Dillon close. I eased him away from me, reached for a Kleenex from the side table, and handed it to him. He dried his eyes and blew his nose, and then he looked around for someplace to put it. "In the kitchen, under the sink," I told him. Dillon nodded, and still without looking at me, got up to dispose of the tissue. True to what he'd told me, Shadow watches his every move, but never leaves the spot where he was told to stay; he just wags his tail and waits for Dillon to return. As Dillon got close, I saw that tail really go wild, and then Shadow rolled onto his back and put all four paws in the air, obviously expecting to be petted. Dillon leaned over in an automatic reaction and stroked Shadow's belly a few times before coming back to the living room. He looked over at me as he approached with a very sheepish look on his face. He looked so cute. "Well... ah... I guess I'd better go," muttered as he walked up to the couch. I patted the seat next to me, indicating that I wanted him to sit down. He did sit, but I was aware that he kept a good six inches between us. I picked up his delicate hand and said, "Dillon, what's wrong? All of that couldn't have been just from our talk." He didn't say anything, but fidgeted around and looked everywhere but at me, but he didn't try to withdraw his hand. For the longest time, I didn't know if he would answer me or not, but then he took a deep breath and sighed, as if he'd finally come to an internal decision. "All my life, I've felt like an outsider in my own house. I know my parents love me, and love me a lot, but they're so tied up in work and social engagements, and politics and stuff, sometimes I wonder why they had me at all. I know dad works hard as an architect, and mom takes care of the books and appointments and things for the company, but other than going on a two-week vacation every year, they don't spend a lot of time at home. When they are there, we have a pretty good family life, and I know I can talk to them if I need something; especially my mom, but I'm alone a lot. That's why I'm so glad I have Shadow. And I spend most of my time over at my friend Garret's house. They have three kids and Mrs. Wilson is always home, so there's always something happening." I still held his hand, but I felt he needed to continue on his own, so I kept my mouth shut and listened -- for once. "Anyway, Garret and I have been friends, like, forever, and we spend most of our time together." He saw the quizzical look on my face and said, "You saw him last night. He's a short redhead with freckles." "Oh yeah, the one with the impish grin that looks like he's always up to something," I responded. Dillon giggled. "Yeah, that's what his mom says too. She says she can always tell when he's lyin' because he blushes and that grin gives him away. He has a big old dumb dog named Sandy, and the four of us have done everything together," and he looked at me to see if I had picked up on what he was telling me. "You know, EVERYTHING???" Then it finally dawned on me what he was saying and I grinned at him in understanding and squeezed his hand. "I've just been thinking a lot about what it would be like to have an older brother... and... and I kinda... kinda thought that maybe you would be it. I'm sorry Blaine; you were so nice to me and made me feel so wanted, besides the great feeling you gave my dick." Then it was my turn to blush... again. "I just wanted those feelings again, but now I can't... you don't want me." I made a decision that I hoped I wouldn't live to regret. "Dillon, I don't know anything about being gay, but I'd really like to be your friend... and I kinda like the idea of having a `kid brother'." His eyes lit up, his face brightened, and his smile broke out all over his face. "I just don't know about the sex stuff. If anyone found out about us doing anything like that, I would go to jail for a long, long time, and you would probably end up in a juvenile center somewhere." "I'd never say anything to anyone about us, and if anyone asks me anything I'll lie. I've gotten kinda good at that in the past few years. I just wanna be with you and be your `little brother'." "What do you say if we just kinda take it one step at a time and see what happens." "That's great Blaine... yeah... sure... anything," he said as he leaned over and hugged me again. "OH SHIT!!!!" he screamed into my ear and bounced up off the couch. I couldn't do anything but just sit there flabbergasted. "I just saw my watch. It's almost ten!" he exclaimed. When it didn't register with me, he continued, "Ten is my curfew on school nights. The `rents let me do most anything I want, just as long as I'm in the house by ten. Can we talk again tomorrow? They're goin' away for a retreat or something all weekend -- can I call you -- or maybe you can come by -- or maybe call," he was babbling. "Slow down Dillon, relax. You still have about 10 minutes and it's only a couple of blocks," I said as I was writing down my phone number. "Here, you call me tomorrow whenever you fell like it, and we'll work something out. And yes, I wanna help, and I wanna be your big brother, so I'll wait for your call tomorrow night... ok?" "That's great Blaine," he said as he was snapping the leash onto Shadow. We headed over to the door, and before he opened it, he leaned into me and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "I will call Blaine, and ... thanks," he said as he and Shadow took off at a run toward home. As I watched those gorgeous buns gyrating as Dillon ran toward home, I thought `What the heck have I gotten myself into? That butt looks great, and I already know how tight is hole is, but damn... Shit, I need a beer!' and closed the door. "C'mon Shadow, we can't be late. I want the `rents to leave this weekend, and I don't want anything to stop it -- least of all me," Dillon panted on his way home. "Cutting it a little close aren't you son?" Harold asked, looking up from the tv as Dillon and Shadow came in through the back door. "Ahh dad, you know I'm home before curfew," Dillon whined back to his father as he unleashed Shadow who walked right over to his water bowl and started slurping water all over the floor -- neat he's not. "Besides, my homework's all done and I'm ready for school tomorrow." "I know son," chuckled his father, "That's why I never worry when we go out of town for these things. You do remember that we'll be heading out for the weekend tomorrow, don't you?" he reminded Dillon. "Yes dad, I haven't forgotten," Dillon repeated for the thousandth time in his life. `He doesn't think I can remember anything,' he thought sullenly, going though the same routine that they always seemed to get into before the `rents leave for a few days. Dillon heard Shadow quit drinking, so he called him to his side and told his parents that he was headed to bed. "Good night son," they called from the living room. As Dillon got undressed, did his bathroom routine, and got into bed, he was remembering all that had happened tonight. "C'mon Shadow," he called, and the lab jumped up to his usual side of the bed and lay down beside the prone body as Dillon slowly stroked his young cock back to life. "Well, what do think of Blaine?" he asked the dog. "I think he's hot, and I really want him to be with us. Shadow just looked back and forth between his master's voice and watching what Dillon was doing on his cock. "AAArrrrggggghhhhhhh!!!!" Dillon cried out softly as hot white boy cum erupted from the head of his dick. As the sensations subsided and his cockhead got ultra-sensitive, he cleaned himself up slightly, then threw the sheet and light blanket over his lower body, and was asleep within minutes, nude, like he always slept. Blaine didn't sleep too well, tossing and turning all night. He thought that maybe the lessening of the jet lag might be partly to do with it, but deep down he knew that it was all the conflicting thoughts running around in his head. He finally quit trying to sleep and crawled out of bed at 5:30, and went to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. As he stumbled around doing familiar tasks by rout, while he still thought about what he was going to do about his newfound awareness and his growing fondness for Dillon. In fact, he noticed that he now had an almost painful erection in the sweatpants he had thrown on. `This is gonna be a long day,' he thought to himself. Blaine watched the early morning news shows and found that nothing had changed the world over in the last couple of days, even though everything was turned upside down in his own little world. As the day progressed, he worked some on a new security program he was writing, napped a couple of times when he felt sleepy, but mostly `surfed the net' looking at pictures of men, and men with teens. He found a library online of Q & A's about the gay lifestyle. He found that to be a wealth of information about `coming out' and how others have dealt with it in the past. He soon realized that he was not alone, and found several of the guy's stories to parallel his own. He also found, much to his surprise, that he was getting hard reading some of the stories. As the afternoon progressed, he started worrying about whether or not Dillon would call, but the more he thought about it, the more he was sure that Dillon would call. After all, he was the kid's `big brother' now. Then he thought about the marvelous experiences that he'd enjoyed with Dillon, and knew that he was looking forward to repeating them, but first he had to make sure that Dillon understood the consequences to him if anyone ever found out about their tryst. Having made the decision to pursue his relationship with Dillon, he found that a great weight seemed to have been lifted off his shoulders, and he could relax. He decided to take a swim, lounge by the pool, and work on his tan. As the clock ticked closer to 6pm, he started getting more and more anxious waiting for "the call." Suddenly, his reverie was shattered by the ringing of the telephone and he just about jumped out of his skin scrambling to answer it. As he reached for the cordless on the table, he tripped on the leg of the chaise and tumbled into the full table, knocking everything to the deck. As he was trying to find his equilibrium, he heard a voice on the phone, "Hello... Hello Blaine... are you there?" He got the phone rearranged to his ear and said, "Yeah, I'm here. I just had a little problem getting here." "What happened? Trip over your own feet?" he heard Dillon chuckle over the line. "Yeah, smartass, I can't even walk to the damn phone," Blaine chuckled back. "God, I thought the `rents were never gonna leave, but they finally drove out about 15 minutes ago. I wanted to wait and make sure they didn't `forget' something and come back." "That's smart. What do you wanna do now?" "Well, dad left me a hundred bucks, so maybe we could go out and get something to eat," Dillon ventured. "Tell ya what, why don't I pull a couple of steaks outta the freezer, and we'll barbecue `em for dinner. Bring Shadow and your cute little butt down here and we can talk some more while we make dinner," Blaine said. "Now you only want me for my ass... I see how you are," Dillon chuckled into the mouthpiece. Blaine froze in place realizing what he'd said and started sputtering into the mouthpiece. "But...aah...I didn't mean...wait... aah..." "Calm down Blaine. Jeeze can't take a joke?" Dillon said, laughing back at his exasperation. "Just get in gear and get down here," Blaine said back to him. "Okay, okay, and I'll bring some dinner for Shadow too. Be right there," and Dillon hung up. I heard the dial tone come back in my ear and I looked at the phone as if it was some foreign object. `Food for Shadow; I'm glad one of us was thinking ahead,' I mused. I found the base and started picking up the rest of the crap that went flying in my melee to answer the damn thing. I got things picked up and then headed to the freezer to find some steaks. Thank god, I went to the store yesterday. As I was getting the ingredients for a salad out of the fridge, the doorbell rang and I jumped again. `I have GOT to get my nerves under control and quit jumping at every little noise,' I thought to myself as I moved across the living room. When I opened the door, my jaw hit the floor. Shadow was standing there wagging his tail and wearing a harness, but next to him was this naked, young, teenage ass pointed at me. Then I heard this raucous laughter start as I saw two hands pulling up white nylon running shorts over those luscious globes, then Dillon turned around and pushed past me, laughing, and holding his side. "You should see your face -- it's GREAT!!" he roared at my obviously distressed condition. "Talk about a Kodak moment -- I need a camera when I do that next time!" I closed the door and tried to regain some of my shattered composure, but watching this beautiful young man, rolling on the floor, with Shadow licking and scrambling after him was just too much. I dropped to the floor and started tickling the little weasel. "You just THINK there's gonna be a next time. But you're not gonna survive to try it again," I said as I tickled anywhere I could touch on his squirming body. My wrestling experience in high school and college, and the going to the gym once in a while, paid off. In no time at all, I had him spread-eagle on the floor under me, using my weight to hold him in place while I maintained the tickling on his sides and under his arms midst the screams and squeals coming out of his mouth. "AHHHHYYY!!! YOU GOTTA QUIT BLAINE, I'm GONNA PEEEEE!!!! Dillon screamed at me, but I didn't care. We were on the entryway tile floor and that would clean. This little imp was gonna wish he had never started this. What I didn't count on was the extra help from Shadow. He was barking at the two of us and licking wherever he could get his tongue. It didn't bother me as much as it did Dillon, because I'm not ticklish. I had Dillon pinned under me with my head pushed in under his chin and my bare belly thrust into his groin. I could feel that his boy cock was halfway hard under me as he squirmed. Shadow picked that moment to nose between my outstretched legs right into my nuts in my sweats. It caused me to jump and I lost control of Dillon's head when I raised mine to look down. When I looked back, Dillon's face was right there, and he planted his lips squarely on mine. I was so surprised by his action, I just froze, and the little bastard took full advantage by slipping his tongue inside my mouth. `Well, why not,' I thought, and my tickles changed into stroking that firm body underneath my fingers. I felt Dillon's cock harden underneath my abs and I was sure I was just as hard as he was, but I couldn't feel it because my nuts were hanging in the air suspended over his legs. I eased upward and felt Dillon's arms wrap around my back and the pressure from his lips increase as we kissed. Shadow, not to be left out, slurped a sloppy tongue up the side of our joined faces, causing us to start laughing. I rolled off of Dillon and lay there gasping for breath, feeling Dillon's body jerking with laughter beside me. "Well, that was different," I laughed at Dillon. "I'll say," he replied as he reached up and stroked Shadow's big head drooling above us. He scrambled to his feet with the agility of youth, and reached down to offer me a hand up. As I gazed up at him, I saw right up the leg of his shorts all the way to his still half-hard dick. He saw where my eyes were and grinned at me. "I wore `em special for you. I cut the liner out for `accessibility'," he said with that lopsided grin I've come to find so attractive on him. I took his hand and he helped me to stand. "What's with the harness on Shadow?" I asked him. "You don't expect me to carry his food, do you? He's bigger than I am; he can carry his own food," he said as he was undoing the straps and removing the harness. I then saw that it was really a pair of saddlebags and had places for lots of things to be placed in separate pockets. Dillon was removing a metal bowl from one of the pockets as we moved to the kitchen, then he flung the bags into a dining room chair as he passed on his way to the sink. "Here ya go Shadow, I know you want a drink," he said as he set the full bowl on the floor. Shadow was sitting and waited, kinda patiently, waiting for his water dish. After Dillon had set it down, he still didn't move until Dillon said it was ok. "That is one well-trained dog Dillon, did you do all that?" I looked at him and the poor boy was blushing again and staring at the floor over just the compliment. "Ok Dillon, what's going on? You're wild are far as anything sexy is concerned, but you blush like crazy whenever I say anything about how well you have trained Shadow. What gives?" "Ah... um... well... ah... it's just that when I got Shadow, my dad told me that I had to `be responsible' and take care of everything concerning the dog; feeding him, baths, cleanups, everything. I just knew that if Shadow made a mess anywhere, or I didn't get something cleaned up, then that might make dad mad and he'd get rid of him. So to make sure that didn't happen, I got them to get Shadow and me into doggie obedience school where I learned how to train him and he learned what to do. After that, I just kept working with him and taught him everything I could think of that would keep him out of dad's way. It's just that you're the only person who ever noticed and said anything, so I didn't know what to say," he explained. "You mean to tell me that your folks never noticed or said anything?" I questioned. Dillon hung his head and softly said, "No, they never notice anything that I do. I'm just sorta there and stay out of their way." I was dumbfounded. How could anyone just ignore their child; especially an angel like this boy? I opened my arms and he stepped into me and held me tight as he quietly sobbed into my chest. "Well, I noticed, and I think you've done a wonderful job training Shadow." To Be Continued...