Date: Mon, 31 Aug 2020 22:00:42 -0600 From: Chad Steinbeck Subject: I Am His Son By Gaystuff69 Chapter 1 "I tapped my middle finger on the table of Arbies I was at. It was Wednesday and it was Aribes night. I would read or listen to a book, and jot down ideas for a story, or project for a customer I was working on. After a long day, in my basement apartment's home office, that was no bigger than My desk, and a tv. Getting out of the coffin, was good. So I often worked, during dinner if I felt like it. More importantly, it got me out of the house. I worked like a clock. The staff had my order waiting for me, every week. I worked like that. I noticed tonight there was a young man sitting across from me, looking up at me for a second then he'd go back to whatever he was doing. Ignored him and ate. I was just about ready to leave when the chair across from me slid out. I looked up to see the young man slide out his chair. "Hi, I'm Clay." He smiled at me. He was cute, in the 'fun to look at' way. He was probably four years too young, a total of seven years younger than me.. He was cheerful, short, like 4ft 10in at best. He wore his hair, short blond, a bit messy, it wasn't surfer messy or blond. It was mainly his bangs that were messy, the clung to his forehead, but were a bit bushy on the ends, he was lean, his arms were big for a guy his age. Wich made him look strong, his friendly nature, made him seem like someone you'd want watching your back. Someone to keep you safe, I liked that feeling in a man. "Hi, I am Jake," I said as he sat. "I was just about to leave. Is there something I can do for you?" Being polite. "Not really." He shrugged. "I just wanted to give you this." He took two sketchpads out, a nice leather one, and the cheap kind. He opened the cheap one and ripped out a page and handed it to me. "I like to go places and sketch." I looked at it, it was really good, it was shaded, the curves of my face were smooth and accurate, and my chin curved almost perfectly. I was making a cross-eyed face, eating a curly fry. I laughed. "Thanks kid." I smiled. "I Got to go." I stood. "See you later." "Bye." He stood, and smiled at me. I walked to the side I parked on he walked to the other. I drove home and another unremarkable week passed. I got to Aribes the next week, to the counter. "Hey, Kevin." I said to the cashier as I took out my wallet to pay. "Nope!" He smiled. I looked at him, letting the confusion on my face ask him what the hell he meant. "I mean, the person just before you paid for it." He said pointing to an empty tray next to mine. "Oh." I blurted, while I looked around to thank this stranger. "Ah, he just stepped to the bathroom, he'll be back soon." He smiled at me. I waited, and the kid from last week walked out. He wouldn't,.... there must be someone else in there. I thought to my self. I waited for a second, the kid smiled, and walked towards me. He got to me, I waited a few more seconds as he stood next to me I started to give up hope of someone else walking out. "I am surprised you haven't gone to your table." He said sure of the fact he knew where I was going to eat. I shot him a suspicious glare. "You eat in a fast-food restaurant and sit at the same table every week... To quote my father 'you have no reasonable right to privacy'." He chuckled. I took out my wallet to hand him a twenty. "Hey!" He protested. "I bought your dinner, cause you were cool, about me drawing you last week." "To say thank you?" I asked. He nodded at me, as Kevin put his food on his tray. "Well, I didn't know you were drawing me, so I didn't do much." He picked up his tray and he started to walk, I followed him. "That is what was perfect." He smiled. "When people know I am drawing them, they act different., you always eat your first curly fry with that silly face." He chuckled, and I blushed. "It's just you." He grinned, as he set his tray on a table, I looked and saw we were in fact at my usual table I sat at. "May I join you?" I looked at the empty restaurant, then at Kevin, who was cleaning the counter, and made his friendly little half hip wave at me, then went back to cleaning."Sure." I sighed. "Only, cause, I don't think one drawing is worth an entire meal." He took his black leather sketch pad out, from under his tray and turned it to the middle, and handed it to me. "How about a few?" I looked and made a half frown when I saw me chewing on a straw, I raised the book over my face and turned the page. I was the next picture too, this time I was bent down tying my shoe, the next I was throwing away a wrapper like a basketball. I had caught his eye, and I wanted to catch the eye of a cute young guy. He was short, which was great, he also looked to be a freshman in high school, and that was not. Still, I just could have been fun to draw. The fine details he put in, how my cheeks looked like they should, even the shadows, said I was more. I turned from picture to picture, all had such detail. He took his book back. "It's been a few." He smiled. I sighed silently, I was starting to feel more and more,that I was more than an interesting subject to draw. "I see. You are a very good artist." "Thanks." He smiled. "My parents got a divorce, and it helps, keep me busy." "Work keeps my mind off stuff, when I can't, I write." I nodded. "Can't work?" He laughed. "Is that what your doing over here?" I nodded. "Jesus, you work all day too?" I nodded. "Oh, fuck that! I am dragging your sad ass somewhere." I looked down, at my tray. "You know, I am trying to be polite, but I just met you, and I bet I'm at least five years older than you.. I don't know what you getting at here, if anything, but a guy my age, walking around with a boy your age." "I am not a boy, I am fourteen." He said proudly. Then he peered into my eyes. "No your not eighteen like I thought." He grinned. "But I am not GETTING at anything." He groaned annoyed. "I know, it's just that's how people will think, that I am trying to get...." I paused, thinking of a way to craft it. "Getting, inside me?" It was blunt, crude, but accurate, so I half nodded at him. "Well, would it help if I told you that would never happen?" I shrugged. " It won't happen, so don't even think it." He chuckled. "Listen, I don't know your preferences and you don't know mine, it's just what people will see." "Not if they, find out, your my uncle." He winked. "Uncle and I are out spending some time after the divorce, that's all." I mulled it over, chewing on my straw, I quickly set my cup down remembering he drew me doint it. "Never going to happen?" I asked. He had been through a divorce, and he was at least appearance a good guy, clean-cut, nice clothes, cute clothes, and an overwhelmingly friendly smile. He was young, probably still mostly honest. "Fine 'Uncle' will go with you to the park." There was a park down the street, public, lots of people, and still being young, his sex life was probably relegated to his thoughts, a few bad pornos, meaning any moves he tried to put on me would be obvious like a tank. "Great! Hurry up and eat!" His face lit up, he was happy, it was nice seeing him smile. When my parents got divorced, I remember missing my dad, I remember being lonely, wanting to spend time with an older man. I was ten, and when things started happening, to my body, it was clear, my mom couldn't look at me, and not see me in her arms when I was a baby. It was the cold truth that I wasn't a boy anymore, I wasn't a man either, I was a guy, a teenager. We ate fast, and put away our trays. "It's a bit of a walk."' He said pointing to the bathroom. The park wasn't far, but it was a big park, so I went in and parked in front of the wall. The door opened mid-way through banged into the wall, when I glanced at the source of the thunderous bang, I thought for a second, I saw him, looking out of the corner of his eye at me. He was too short, to see anything, but when I glanced back, he was zipping up, like he had done nothing. Surely every fourteen year old would at least look guilty if he thought he had been caught. I glanced back at my business, so it didn't look like I was trying to get my own look. We left the restaurant, I continued straight and glanced to see him turn left. "No, not that park, there is one about a mile away, it's much nicer." I shrugged and followed him. "So what do you do?" "Odd jobs, for people who can't, but mostly things for businesses, but I have a few older clients, who need things like bushes trimmed, and gutters cleaned, cause they can't do it. Most of my money these days, I make from business, preparing reports, or finding which suppliers are cheaper." "You can make money doing that?" "Yea..." I chuckled. "Mostly in the business, Most of my clients, actually save a few hundred bucks a month. Sometimes, they choose one supplier, who offers a bulk discount, or discounts, on some products they need. Either, when I call mention I am looking into prices, the suppliers start to offer bigger discounts, or I find out by going with additional vendors, they can get better prices." "Bussines, are around to make money, so if you save them money, that more they get." He smiled. He was sharp, it was nice, and he was cheerful. If he was older, he'd be on the menu, but he still was cute, and pleasing to look at. "Yes." I looked around, and noticed the houses, were starting to get really nice. "I haven't been this way." "No you probably haven't, there is a gate in the street, but the trail we cut through doesn't have one." "How'd you know about this place?" I asked. "Huh?" He asked. "Ohh... I have a friend that used to live over here." We continued to the park, which was a little lake, a stream, a field big enough for a football game or two, and a playground. He walked to a little gazebo, on a little peninsula. I looked around. "There's no one here." "Yea, rich fucks have these nice things, and never use them." He groaned. We got to the end to the gazabo, he leaned on the end staring at the water. He took a big sniff of the late evening summer breeze. "I love that smell." He smiled. "Come on lean in and take a smell." I leaned in, putting my hands on the rails, to support me, so I was more his height. I let the sweet grass, carred by the warmth of the night, and the humidity from the lake, enter my nose freely. "Yea, I get it, there's a park up by the green river, that is like this, but better." I smiled. "Green river bend?" He asked I nodded my confirmation. "My dad took me there a few times, when I was really young, it was a good time." The pain from the divorce, the what I guessed is a mother based custody agreemeant. "Come on, lets walk around the lake." "Yes sir!" I chuckled. He smiled and shifted. "Careful now or you'll end up working for me." "Oh, do you need someone to organize your crazy schedule?" I laughed. "No, but you, seem like you do just about whatever someone asks you too..." "For $30 an hour." I pointed out He started to walk, I followed him. "Mom is gone all the time, and she won't let me see my dad, and I am supposed sed to have a 'caretaker'." "Your mom will pay $30 an hour, for a baby sitter?" I mused. "Ehh, I get to choose who, and she won't care." He walked for a bit more, and chatted, he left the baby sitter bit alone for. An idea in a flash, like flambeing liquor, gone in an instant. The way I wanted it, friends, to him, an 'uncle', who has been there, shoulder to cry on. A babysitter not so much. "As long as she can be in Vail, Aspen, LA, or New York." I swallowed a frown. "That's shitty of her." He sighed and nodded. "My dad wouldn't be much better. As long as she doesn't bring one of her 'boyfriends' home, I don't care. My dad called me a happy accident, and my mom called me a manufacturing defect." "I hate how gay people, have a hard time adopting, when people like your parents, are allowed to keep children." I sighed. He stopped walking, in front of a big gate to a big winding drive way, and a hedge fence that was at least twelve feet tall. "It's not bad, I was a brat as a kid, but I live here." He said as he pointed at the gate. He took a step towards the gate. "How are you at computers?" He asked. "Good, I guess." I sighed. "I am starting to feel like the entire point of going to the park, was to get me close to your house." He froze mid step, he almost fell over, that was the response I had expected from him if he had been 'peaking' earlier. "I told you that wasn't going to happen. It just my computer is broken, you must use them for your work, I did a bit of the maths...." I chuckled. "If it's broken, I don't have much to do." I looked at him, then the driveway, there was no way to see much more than 6 feet up it. "Fine." I groaned. "Then I have to get home." "Sure." He shrugged. He swiped his wallet below the light, and the gate opened. "Fancy." I joked We walked up the little winding driveway, there was a giant three-story house, with a four-car detached garage, and a four-car garage tucked away attached to it. "I feel like a peasant." I choked. "Don't let my mom hear you say that, she'll treat you like one..." He chuckled. "But you're safe, I think she is is in LA." I raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, she is somewhere, a differnt 'man' every week it seems." "Man?" "Umm, how old are you?" He asked. "Twenty one." "She had to buy the wine for her last 'date'." He grumbled, we walked to the front door. "She is a slut." "Hey!" I scolded. "She is your mother." "Oh, you're a tuff guy now. Huh?" He chuckled. "Well, as long as I don't have a little brother or sister before I can get FO, she can do whatever. Everyone likes different things, and just because she has likes sex isn't wrong... She's also drunk all the time, and she's a major Cun... Bitch." He waved his wallet next to the door and it unlocked. "Sounds like it, but still you can hate her on the inside, but when my parents split, my mom was kinda the same." He sighed. "When I started saying it, I felt it more, and then I felt like I should tell her...." "Geeze, ok, ok, I'll stop..." He groaned. We stepped in the house, and if I thought the amazing slate side 4ing and boulder trim of the outside was amazing. The inside, was better, just as modern, dark hardwoods, grand curved staircase, made with marble, that contrasted the floors. A walkway in the middle,, and in the middle of the entry was a chandelier that hung from the ceiling, of the third floor. It was baroque, albeit modern. "Fuck!" I mumbled. "Opulent isn't enough, this is so much opulence, it has Opulence, and that has some too." "Hey!" He scolded me. " I just live here." "Yes Sir." I saluted. "Whatever you want, boss man!" He smirked. "That's better." I shifted a bit, that ohh so sure tone. That smirk was confident too, perhaps he was just comfortable at home, or perhaps he was feeling bold. Alone in this palace, with a fourteen-year-old. Intentions aside, this was not as safe as I thought. "Oh come on." I groaned. "Let's see this computer." "Follow me." He nodded at me and went up the stairs and to the left. It opened to a view of both sides of the house, he took a left, and went up to the third floor, and then up the stairs to the attic. "You need an elevator." I chuckled. "Ehh, its a pain, it's by the kitchen, so the staff can bring food or shit like that." He said. "But, it doesn't come to the attic, and it got two floors between me and where that cun... Woman sleeps." The hallway was small, only Four doors, he walked to the one on the right, there was one on the end and two on the left. The room was massive, bigger than my living room, not that that meant too much, but still. "Home." He sighed. "Is that a Bar?" It wasn't the first thing I noticed, that was the fact that it smelt like him, like all messy teenage boys' rooms do. I hadn't been in one for quite a while, it made me feel guilty, but it was hot. I glanced at him, he wasn't looking so I smirked, his shirt showed his curves, his arm hair was blond and fine, his skin looked so soft. His leg hair was a mix mostly medium-coarse blonde hair, and a few black ones. I was in his room. His lip was a bit fuzzy. The thought thrilled me, what had once scared me now turned me on. It wasn't going to happen, but if it did, no one was home, and that meant... Stop! I told my self.