Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 02:19:59 -0700 (PDT) From: John Michaels Subject: Discovering Jayson - Chapter 5 DISCOVERING JAYSON BY JM email: mmanlookin@yahoo.com Disclaimers and other info: See chapter one Please show your appreciation for the many years of free entertainment Nifty has provided by sending a donation in whatever amount you can, using the link on their home page. Thanks!! CHAPTER FIVE Walking into my bedroom, I went over to the wardrobe and rummaged around in the drawer where I kept my sports clothes, looking for the particular pair of board shorts that I knew I had somewhere in there. They were the baggiest pair I had, and, along with the restraint provided by a jock, would provide the coverage needed. I knew that after seeing Jayson in his skimpy suit that there would be no way I'd be able to keep from getting a hardon. I found the shorts I was looking for, and, grabbing a random jock, stripped off my clothes. Pulling up the jock, it took me a minute to get my junk arranged properly. My cock was still semi-hard, and I needed to get it positioned just right for the inevitable hardon to grow comfortably, as I just knew it would occur, once I was in the pool with Jayson. That accomplished, I pulled on my board shorts before turning toward the full-length mirror on the wall beside the wardrobe. Satisfied that my plan would work, I grabbed a towel and went out through the access door in the hall onto the pool deck. Jayson was poised on the diving board at the far end, and when he noticed me, he gave a wave, a huge smile spread across his face. Once again, my breath hitched and my cock throbbed at the sight of his perfect body, as he launched himself into a perfect dive with only the tiniest ripple of water showing his entrance. I could make out the form of his body under the water, as he swam along the bottom using dolphin-like movements before breaking the surface at about the half-way point, the smile still on his face. I believe I said it earlier, but it bears repeating. Jayson has, what one would call, a "pleasant" face, and you couldn't really call him handsome. Until he smiled, that is. Then, his features were transformed as if by magic into an extremely attractive face. I couldn't help smiling myself, as I walked down the steps into the water until I was about waist-deep, before ducking to the bottom and swimming along until I could see his body just before and above me. I could also clearly see the outline of his package within the confines of his tight speedo, and, unless I missed my guess, his cock wasn't exactly soft, nor was it fully hard - somewhere at about the half-way point, would be my guess. My cock rapidly expanded in the pouch of my jock, as I rose to the surface just in front of him. Once my head broke the surface, I shook the hair off my face and was greeted by an even bigger smile, if that was possible, his cheeks taking on a ruddy blush. But for the first time since we met, his eyes never left mine as they had previously when he was shyly embarrassed. "Thanks, Eric," he said. "This is great! I haven't been able to swim since the season ended at school." "I'm glad you enjoy it," I replied. "Just remember what I told you in the house: While you and your gramma are here, you're to consider this your home. That means you can do anything you want, as long as you let me or your gramma know where you'll be in case we need you for something. That includes the sauna and exercise room, although, if you plan to use the bench weights, I'd prefer if you schedule that for when I can spot you. It's too easy to get quickly tired out and find yourself in a bad situation. That's the only condition I have." "That won't be a problem," he said. "I don't use bench weights, since those don't develop the right muscles for the sports I like." "That's good to know," I said. "But just remember that you don't have to ask permission every time. Just let me or you gramma know where you'll be, unless you're in the pool. It would be pretty obvious if that's where you were. Besides, once you get going on the yard work, you'll want to take some cooling off breaks, since it gets so hot this time of year, and what better place to cool down than the pool." "That will be great!" he agreed. "Speaking of which, you ready to do some laps with me?" "Sounds good," I replied. And so we did. We headed back toward the deep end before turning and heading back toward the steps. Because the steps went all the way across the shallow end, we had to adapt our turn-arounds there, but we both managed it smoothly. By unspoken agreement, we varied our strokes on each lap, rotating through the crawl, breast stroke, butterfly, back stroke with the occasional free-style. For several laps, Jayson waited to see which stroke I was going to use and matched me. After a while, though, we were alternating who got to choose what, and we spent the next hour traversing the pool, from one end to the other. I had maintained my swimming abilities from my high school and college days, but it was clear to me that I was no match for Jayson. He moved with the ease and grace of a natural, and I could tell that he was holding back, keeping it on a recreational level. I have no doubt that he's a formidable competitor on his swim team. He was especially beautiful to watch with his long hair billowing out behind him, as he cut through the water with ease. It must be a bitch getting it all up and confined in a swimmer's cap. Finally, I decided I'd had enough as I glided toward the stairs and turned, sitting on the second step, which brought the water level up to the middle of my chest. Jayson soon joined me, sitting almost close enough that our thighs were touching. Surprisingly, neither of us appeared to be too winded, as I leaned back on my elbows. "Had enough, old man?" he quipped. "I'll "old man" you!" I exclaimed, as I put him in a headlock and splashed his face repeatedly. He was laughing and sputtering, but oddly enough, did nothing to break my hold, which admittedly, was pretty loose. As a matter of fact, he actually used the time to move closer to me, so that our bodies WERE touching from shoulder to thigh. I relented on the splashing and moved my arm so that it was around his shoulder, as he practically melted into me, his arm snaking around my waist. We just sat quietly like this, neither of us feeling the least bit uncomfortable, for quite a while, as the last rays of the sunset faded into night, setting off the sensors for the pool lights to come on. Oddly enough, I felt none of those sexual stirrings I had earlier, despite the fact that I had an attractive, desirable and nearly naked young man beside me. It was a bonding moment that I think we both wanted and needed. It took me a moment to realize that Jayson was gently stroking my shoulder with the hand that wasn't around my waist, and I was surprised to find that my own hand that was around him was softly caressing his arm from his shoulder to his elbow, seemingly of it's own accord. I have no idea who started it first or how long it had been going on. All I knew is that it just felt so right. I'd had a fair number of partners over the years, but mostly all of them were one-nighters, with the exception of my college roommate my junior year. Once I realized that I wanted to find that one special guy, it struck me that I'd never find him by taking to bed the first one that attracted me sexually. A meaningful and long-term relationship predicated on sex just didn't pan out 99.99% of the time, although there were those extremely rare cases (.01%) where it did. I know that if I want to find my Mr. Right, that there would have to be a strong foundation of friendship and trust before anything else for any chance of something that was meaningful and would last to happen. There's nothing wrong with being physically attracted to someone (like Jayson), but without that deep friendship first, it would have no more meaning than my one-night stands. Physical beauty and desirability fades, but emotional and spiritual beauty is forever, and that's what I've been hoping to find, although if they were attractive as well, that would be an added bonus. And maybe - just maybe - I'm holding the one right now. The basis for a true friendship was definitely there. Only time will tell. From what I've seen so far is that I'm going to be the one to put on the brakes, as we discover each other. This may be a long journey, or it may be short, but it's important that we don't just jump into things without following all the steps toward full commitment. This is especially true for Jayson right now. I honestly think that he doesn't really fully understand what's going on inside him. He has a sensitivity and vulnerability that makes it paramount that he fully understands his feelings. For now, it seems he just wants the closeness we're currently sharing here by the pool. And that's fine by me. I've always been a tactile individual, not afraid to give hugs when appropriate, and there's no denying that I'm a "people person" and can get along with just about anyone. And if they're as sweet and gentle-natured as Jayson, all the better. I'm going to let him set the pace, but I'm willing to be the voice of reason if necessary. I have no doubt whatsoever that whatever Jayson's emotional roller coaster is putting him through right now, a lot of it is totally new to him and maybe even a little frightening. There already seems to be a rapidly budding friendship and sense of trust between us, so hopefully he'll feel comfortable talking to me about what's going on in his head - at least to a certain extent. I'm sure that if what Mae told me - that he loves me - is true, he's not about to make an open declaration just yet. Frankly, I hope that what she said IS true, since I'm rapidly developing those feelings for him. As I look down on him now, my heart races, and I have to suppress a gasp as I take in the sight of his lean, strong young body, his arms around me and the sheen of his still-wet hair as it cascades over his shoulders, front and back. Yeah. In my heart, he IS the one I've been hoping to find. I just hope that when all is said and done, that he feels the same way about me, but I'm not going to do anything to urge him along, other than to return whatever affection he shows me with the same level of feeling. And there's the distinct possibility that the love Mae says he has for me is the love of a good friend. And if that's all it turns out to be, so be it. I can live with that, as long as he remains a part of my life. I need to discover Jayson, just as he has to discover himself AND me. In the meantime, we'll at least be living together for the foreseeable future, and that will, hopefully, give us at least good start. Then, a thought struck me. Shit!! I'm going to be gone for almost 3 weeks, and he'll be starting school not too long after I get back. I heaved a big sigh. "What's with the big sigh," he asked, raising his head to look at me. "I just remembered my book tour," I said, with another sigh. "I'll be leaving a week from Friday and will be gone almost 3 weeks." "Three weeks?!?" His head shot up, as he looked at me with near-panic in his beautiful, dark eyes. "Why so long?" "Well, normally, when an author has a new book, there's usually a couple of signings a week, and the whole signing thing gets dragged out for months," I said, giving him a gentle squeeze. "Going to just a few a week over a long period of time interrupts my work at the Center too much. This way, I get it all out of the way at once, which makes it easier, if that makes sense to you." "It sounds like a crazy schedule," he said, putting his head back on my shoulder. "Do you get any time to sleep or eat?" "There will probably be a few times when they'll have to bring me a sandwich or something during a session," I replied, "but usually there's time for a good meal - which they pay for, by the way - and I usually get a good night's sleep. Besides, they're flying me first class for most of this, and those seats are comfortable enough to catch a nap, if I need one." "I just don't know how you do it," he said, softly. "Hey! If we're done here, I printed out a copy of the itinerary," I said. "Want to take a look? I'm going to be leaving a copy with you here at the house and another at the Center, in case anyone needs to reach me." "Yeah, I've had enough swimming for now. It will be interesting to see what a popular author has to go through," he added, cheekily. "OK," I said. "Let's dry off and go take a look." We both stood, got our towels, and after drying off what we could, wrapped them around our waists to catch any stray drips from our suits. Going through the door to the hallway, we entered my office, and, after turning on the lights, I went to my desk, grabbed the printout and handed it to Jayson. As he concentrated on the pages of my itinerary, I leaned against my desk and watched him. I couldn't control my eyes as they scanned his taut body, from his attractive face, down over his defined chest which sported quarter-sized aureoles capped by stiff, prominent nipples, and flat stomach, where there was a definition of a developing 6-pack. There was a noticeable bulge in the front of the towel, hinting at the treasures lying beneath. His strong, lithe thighs emerged below the towel and flowed into equally strong calf muscles which ended in a pair of well-formed feet. The only hair in evidence was, obviously, his long head of lustrous dark-brown hair, and a dusting of hairs on his forearms and calves. I was practically drooling from the sight, and my heart was beating faster as it began to pump blood into my rapidly expanding cock. When I realized my semi-aroused state, I gave myself a mental slap. What the hell am I doing?!? Jayson was in a very rough place emotionally, and he doesn't need some older guy perving on him! But as I watched him turning the pages, his brow wrinkling in a frown as he looked over the itinerary, I slowly got myself back under control. As I calmed down, mentally chastising myself for my wanton thoughts, I became aware of something else that was floating around in my jumbled and lecherous mind. I felt a sense of longing for Jayson that had absolutely no sexual overtones. Even though we had only known each other for such a short time, I was feeling a connection to him that I'd never felt before when around other attractive males. There just seemed to be something that "clicked" between us from the moment we met, and I was just now beginning to realize that our ease around one another was different from my dealings with the members of the Center. With them, it was more a professional type of compassion, although I genuinely do care about them. When I met Jayson, there was something uniquely different in the way we seemed to bond so quickly, and I was just now beginning to see that. For the past year or so, when I made my trips to the city to immerse myself in the gay night life, I had always had my hopes of finding that one special guy that would be the one to share a life with. I was ready to settle down to a committed and monogamous relationship, but it seemed that all of the guys that I met were only out for a no-strings-attached good time. There was a shallowness that I was finally beginning to realize ran fairly deep among those that I encountered, and it was most likely for that reason that it had been so long since I'd gone back to the clubs. I was tired of playing the games and wanted something real and lasting. And in my heart of hearts, I wanted it to be Jayson. But given the circumstances under which we met, there was no way I was going to actively court him. For one thing, I don't even know if he's gay. Mae's comment about him loving me could be as simple as him finding an older friend who is helping him and his grandma, and he feels that he now has an older male in his life that he can trust. He's at the cusp of his adolescent development where emotions can surge and be overwhelming, and maybe he sees me as an anchor - someone he can turn to when things get to be too much for him. That's fine by me. I'll do anything I can to help when he needs it. He's never had a reliable male role model. This was something that was lacking in his life before, although Mae did an admirable job raising him the best she knew how. And if he is indeed gay, I have a feeling he doesn't fully realize it. Granted, growing up where he did, I have no doubt he's seen and heard it all, but when it comes to your own sense of self, sometimes the signs that are most obvious to others elude you. Whatever the case, I'm going to take a hands off approach. I'll just wait and let nature takes it's course, whatever that might be. In the meantime, I'll continue as I have, being there for both him and Mae, doing whatever I can to get their lives back on track. I was brought back to the moment by a rustling of papers. Jayson had finished his perusal. "Eric," he said, shaking his head, "this is insane! How can you possibly cover all these places in that amount of time?" "Yeah, it's pretty intense," I replied. "But it's my own travel design, and I've done it several times before. I admit that I'm pretty wiped out afterward, but it gets it all out of the way in one trip. With my work at the Center, I can't afford to be away too much, and spreading the tours out would be too disruptive. This way, I get it all over with and take a few days R-&-R at my folks. That's why I end the tour here instead of starting it here." I was leaning against my desk, and he came over and took a position beside me, still shaking his head. "And what about the TV interviews?" he asked. "I see a list of those on the last page. How do you manage to fit those in too?" "You'll notice that those only happen in the bigger cities," I said, pointing to several examples. "I'll admit that getting to a studio at 6AM isn't my idea of a good time, but because all the major networks have major affiliates in those places, and they all tend to be centered in the same area, I can do two or three in the morning, since each only takes about 15 minutes to do, so I'm normally done around 9AM. On the days of the interviews, I don't have any book signings until 2PM at the earliest, so there's time for rest and lunch. And as for traveling between cities, they always fly me first class whenever it's available, and that's comfortable enough for me to get some sleep, if I need it. The least amount of sleep I get each night is 6 hours, and since that's pretty normal for me anyway, it works out fine." I noticed that the papers were shaking in his hand. "But you're still going to be gone 3 weeks," he said, quietly. "I'm...umm...WE...No, damn it! I'M going to miss you! Gramma will too, I know, but I'm REALLY going to miss you." With that, he dropped the papers and threw his arms around me, sobbing softly. "Shh," I whispered, putting my arms around him. It felt so comfortable...so right! "It's going to be OK. I've got a week before I have to leave, and who knows. You may be sick of me by then." Holding this hot young man in my arms was beginning to erode my resolve to hold back. "Not gonna happen!" he stated firmly. We stood like that for what seemed and eternity and yet not long enough, before Jayson broke his hold and took a small step back, looking down toward his feet and fiddling with the edge of the towel wrapped around him. "Eric," he began, softly, "I don't know what's wrong with me. We only just met today, but there's something happening inside me. I scares me, but at the same time, I think I like it. It doesn't make any sense. I've never felt this way before. I have no idea why the thought of you going away bothers me so much, but it does. I can't help it. When I think about not being able to see you or talk to you all the time, I get a tight feeling in my stomach. This is crazy!! I barely know you, and I get this need that you are always where I can find you when I need you. The thing that scares me the most is that I think I need you all the time. I don't know what's going on with me. I must be nuts!" "You're not nuts, Jayse," I said, lifting his chin so he was looking at me. There were tears in his eyes, and I felt my resolve slip that much more. "I have pretty much the same feelings as you do, but I still have to take that trip. We'll still have a week before I leave, so maybe that will help make it a little easier. Everything in your life has been turned upside-down, so it's no wonder you're feeling more than a little overwhelmed. Hopefully, that emotional roller coaster you're on will calm down in the next few days, and life will become more normal, or as normal as it can be under the circumstances. Just take it one day at a time, and don't try to over-think everything." "I'll try," he sighed," but it won't be easy." "None of the good things in life ever come easily," I replied, wiping the tears from his cheeks with my thumbs. "And if you think it might help, you could talk to Jackie. Besides being a nurse, she also has a degree in counseling and is very good at it. It sometimes helps getting an impartial ear to listen, and she's going to be moving in here when I go, so you'll have plenty of opportunity. And I know she'd be very happy to talk to you. And don't forget your grandma. She's one smart lady." "I'll think about it," he replied, leaning into my hand on his cheek, which had been subconsciously rubbing it. "I think I need a little more time to get things straight in my own head first, though. But I think it would be good to talk to both of them. That still doesn't change the fact that I'm gonna miss you." "I'm going to miss you, too, Jayse," I said, quietly. "Before, I've always just looked at these as business trips. Now, for the first time, I have someone at home that I'll be missing. I'll try to call whenever I can, depending on the time zone and difference. And maybe we can even Skype. I'll get you set up here before I leave." "That will certainly be better than nothing," he said, with a tinge of excitement. "At least I'll be able to see you, even if I can't get one of your great hugs. Everything just seems all right when you hug me." "Well, don't forget that grandmas give good hugs, too," I replied, pulling him into one. His arms were immediately wrapped around me, his head on my shoulder. There was no question about it this time. He kissed my neck. A shiver of intense comfort, longing and, oddly enough, peace ran through my body. I lifted his head from my shoulder and stared into the endless depths of his dark, soulful eyes. I could detect a blush on his cheeks, but he held my gaze, and there was such a look of love and longing that it took my breath away! Slowly, I lowered my head until our lips met. There were no open mouths, no tongues, just a soft, gentle meeting of our lips that conveyed the depths of our feelings. Our arms tightened around one another as we pulled our bodies closer. I could feel his throbbing erection through the layers of our suits and towels as it pressed against my own equally hard member, yet our lips kept a gentle caress. Jayson began moaning and then gasped into my mouth just as my own hard, throbbing cock exploded in the most mind-blowing orgasm I've ever had, catching me completely unawares. From the sounds Jayson was making, he was in the throes of his own orgasm. This was all just from the physical contact - no grinding or moving hips were involved. Neither of us had done more than just press our bodies together, and yet, that had been enough to send us both into orbit. This had never happened to me before, and from the sounds of Jayson's reaction, it was a first for him, also. It was like a waking wet dream for both of us, and we were both panting heavily as I reluctantly pulled my lips from Jayson and rested my forehead against his. "Wow!" he exclaimed, breathlessly. "What happened?" "I think we both just discovered we're on the same page here," I gasped, as the rich smell of fresh cum began to permeate the area. "That's never happened to me before." "Me neither," he giggled. "Kinda messy." "I think now we both know where this is headed," I said, running my fingers through his long, lustrous hair, "but we really need to slow things down. I'm falling in love with you in a really big way, but this is too quick - for either of us. You're dealing with a lot of shit in your life right now, and your emotions are working overtime. If you're willing to see where this goes, we need to step back and make sure we go about it in the right way. We need to really get to know one another and build things from the ground up, because even if we found that we weren't cut out to be lovers, I still want you in my life as a friend." "Why do you always have to make sense," he said, in a mock-whining tone. "Things ARE pretty crazy right now, but because of you and the others, it's already beginning to settle down. I can actually see Gramma and me having a good life here, and for me, it's even better because of you. I think I'm falling in love with you, too, but I've never had any strong feelings for anyone before now, girl OR boy. Even when I....you know...umm jerked off, I never had a fantasy to get me going. It was all about the pleasure and release. I thought that maybe I was asexual, 'cuz I never met anyone I felt romantically attached to until I met you. I started falling for you the minute we met. That was one of the reasons I seemed so nervous. It kinda caught me off guard." "And this is why it's so important for us to take our time," I said. "This is all so new to you, and you need to sort out ALL your feelings, especially about this change with the move and everything that's happened. I really think you need to do this first before trying to sort out how you feel about me. Get your personal life straightened out, then it will be easier to deal with everything else. That's why I think you need to talk to your grandma and Jackie. Jackie knows I'm gay and probably knows me better than anyone, other than my parents. She'll help you wade through everything and will give you a definite "no bullshit" approach. She's already taken you and your grandma under her wing, and when she gets in her "protector mode", God help anyone who gets in the way, including me, and I'm technically her boss." "The one thing that I do know for certain is that I trust you," he said. "And I can see the benefit of talking with someone like Jackie. But I still hate the thought of you being away so long." "I'm not too crazy about it either," I said, giving him a squeeze. "But it's all part of trying to be a successful writer. If everything works out as we hope it will, maybe you can come along the next time." "I'd like that," he said, squeezing me back. "I wish I could come with you THIS time." "I have an idea," I said, as a thought just occurred to me. "I usually spend a few days with my folks at the end of the tour, to kind of decompress and spend some time with them. Why don't I see if they'd be willing to bring me back here when I land, and that way, I can still have my time with them and they'll get to meet you and your grandma. That way, I'll only be gone 16 days instead of 21." "I like that you'd get back sooner, and I guess I'll have to meet the 'rents sometime," he giggled. "I'll call them first thing in the morning," I replied. "I think they're both going to be available. I know my mom is on summer sabbatical, and the last I knew, my dad was going to be home for most of the summer, plus they haven't visited here for a while. I think it's time they did. I always enjoyed relaxing from a tour at their place, but that's because, up until now, I didn't have anyone to come home to. Now, I do." That got me an extra-large hug. "I can't tell you how good that makes me feel to hear you say that," he said. "I really do love you, Eric" "I love you too, Jayson," I returned, as I leaned to kiss him Again, it was close-mouthed but loving and yet passionate, as we melded out bodies together. Jayson was the first to break it off. "Yuck!" he exclaimed. "What felt so great a few minutes ago now feels all cold and clammy," referring, of course, to the massive loads of cooling cum in our suits. "Ah, yes," I extolled, laughing. "The price of passion! It's getting late, anyway. You've had a pretty traumatic day, and it's been a long one for me, too. I think a good hot shower and bed is in the cards." "Actually, I AM feeling tired," he said, stifling a yawn,which, of course, got me started. "And I have to check on Gramma and make sure she's all set for the night." "Sounds good," I said, as I put my arm around his shoulder. Turning off the lights, I walked with him to Mae's room, in case my help was needed. When we quietly opened the door, her lights were off, and she was sleeping. Closing the door again, I walked with Jayson to his room, stopping just outside the door. With another kiss, avoiding squishing our soggy groins together, we said our good nights, and I went back to my room, heading straight for the shower. I kept my suit on, as I stepped into the steaming water, only removing it once I was under the spray. I was astounded at the amount of cum that was enclosed in the pouch. It looked like I'd shot a quart! Rinsing the passion juice from the suit, I hung it over the shower rod and proceeded to scrub the remnants from my groin. If you've ever had a crotch-full of cum, you know how difficult it is to get it out of your pubes. The scrubbing had the predictable effect of causing my rod to stiffen, and as I slowly stroked it, ostensibly to remove the cummy residue, my thoughts automatically turned to Jayson and our interlude in my office. My cleansing routine quickly transformed into a full-out jack-off session, and it was less than a minute before I was hit by my second orgasm in less than half an hour. The first two shots hit the wall five feet in front of me, and the succeeding 6 diminishing shots painted a line that ended just beyond my feet. While I usually shoot a healthy load, with both of the recent ones I just had produced more than I ever had before, and it looked like this second orgasm was heavier than the first. And while not as intense as the orgasm I'd had with Jayson, it was still one of the best ever. Once I recovered, I finished washing up, dried off and climbed into bed. I think I was asleep before my head his the pillow.