Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2011 10:38:51 -0400 From: wild wing Subject: Jason's Dilemma - Chapter four It wasn't a good week. I was full of apprehension wondering how Jason was progressing. I kept telling myself that he was only a boy and life would go on should he never return. Every time I thought it I knew I was kidding myself. Jason had become an integral part of my existence. I had asked him to give me a call after he spoke to his father. By Thursday the call still hadn't come and I found myself pacing the floor. Either he's coming or he's not, I oversimplified. As it turned out I was only partially correct. The call came Friday evening. "I can come tomorrow," he began. I felt my spirits soar! "My dad wants to come too, okay?" I was taken aback and became flustered. "Is......is he upset?" I probed. "Nah. He's fine. I did what you said to do and I explained all the stuff to him. He's going to help me with mom! I'll explain everything when we get there. All right?" I started to relax again. "That's fine," I agreed. "We'll see you tomorrow then." The conversation soon ended and I was left contemplating the purpose of the visit. It was with a pounding heart that I opened the door to the two of them the next morning. I was relieved when Mike began by sticking out his hand and grinning, "It's nice to see you again Ben." I showed them to my seats on the dock. Jason, smartly dressed in a red shirt, sat on the edge of his seat and clasped his hands. I tried to read his mood but found it difficult. "Would you like a coffee?" I offered. I retrieved a fresh pot with two cups on a tray with a soda for Jason. There were few pleasantries. Mike did not mince words and soon got right to the point. "Jason has told me many times just how much he enjoys being in your company Ben. It seems the two of you have a lot in common." "Your son is a wonderful polite young man. He's a delight to have around," I replied. Mike's tone turned even more serious. "You know when Jason first started coming here I was very concerned that you might take advantage of him. He's assured me over and over that my fears are groundless. I trust my boy and now I trust you. I want to apologize for thinking differently." I could feel the relief as I savoured his words. Jason was smiling broadly now, nodding his head up and down as his dad spoke. "My son did a very brave thing this week," he continued. "He told me he's gay. He said it was your idea that he tell me." "We did discuss it," I admitted. "Strangely his willingness to tell me made the two of us closer. I thank you for that. I suspected for some time that he was gay so it came as no surprise. I want to reassure you that I know you had nothing to do with his orientation. It was nature's choice and I just want him to accept himself and be happy." His words were such a welcome relief that I felt myself losing my composure. I steeled myself in an attempt to keep the tears from falling. "Jason and I have decided to face a family problem together. My wife lives in a different world. She's old school. She believes that scripture is the infallible word of God. She believes that one chooses to be gay and that a little prayer will set things right. She means well but she's obstinate in such matters. I don't mind admitting that my marriage is in some trouble. In the meantime Jason can keep coming here and I'll cover for him the best I can. Jason knows that eventually the two of us will have to face the music." I thanked Mike profusely and assured him that if I could assist him in any way I was available. He in turn thanked me again and then excused himself allowing Jason to stay the rest of the day. As soon as his father drove away the tears of relief began to cascade down both of our faces. Jason rushed into my arms and we instinctively sought out each other's lips. "I love you Ben!" he cried. "Let's face it kid," I responded, "I've fallen in love with you too." We went back to passionate kissing. Although both Jason and I recognized that more problems lay ahead we felt that for the moment at least we had a new mandate to work with. A clap of thunder interrupted us. The heavens soon began to drench the warm earth and hiking was out of the question. I assumed that Jason, like all twelve year olds, was addicted to video games and I showed him how to access them on the computer. I found a seat on my couch and buried my nose in a good book. It wasn't long before he appeared at the door looking quite bored. He'd made a corporate decision and doffed his clothes. I decided not to make a fuss over his nudity. Now he stood there in a provocative pose, or so it seemed to me, just inches from my head. It seemed he loved to be visually inspected and I didn't disappoint him. "Watcha reading?" he grinned. I told him, "I'm reading a book by my favourite Canadian author, Dermot Clark. It's called "Let Wolves Run Free." "What's it about?" I explained, "It's the story of a young man who is obsessed with wolves, who sets out on his own and lives among them in the far north to prove that these magnificent animals do not deserve world wide condemnation and extermination." "Cool! It sounds like a great book," he grinned. "Would you read it to me please?" I could never remember ever reading a book to someone else in my life. I thought about it just for a moment before I figured that it might be fun. "Sure," I replied. He positioned himself on the couch beside me. My free arm wrapped around his waist and my hand rested on his stomach dangerously close to his boyhood. He didn't object and I admittedly loved the thrill of his closeness. I turned back to chapter one and began the story anew. He placed his head on my side and began to follow the words as I read them. When I reached the bottom of the page he knew I had no free hands and he turned the page for me. I found myself becoming one with the characters. We were soon whisked to northern Canada and our emotions began to ebb and flow in cadence with the events of the tale. The mood was only momentarily broken when Jason would pose a question of discovery. The reading was a delightful experience and time melted away. Before we knew it we had completed five chapters. The rain had ceased and the sun was working hard to brighten the day. "That's a lot of reading we've done," I remarked. "Isn't that enough for now?" Jason mused, "What a lucky man! I'd love to go up north to study wolves like that." "Perhaps one day you'll have the opportunity to travel into the wilderness." "I sure hope so," he sighed. "Look," I encouraged, "the sun is coming out. Why don't we take Molly for a walk?" Jason didn't stir. He took another big sigh and stated, "Nah, not today." He turned his head towards me before continuing. "I'm so happy just being here with you. I was so scared last week. I thought I might get banned from coming here ever again." I quietly put the book down and said nothing. I kissed him gently on the cheek before he rested his head on my chest. I wrapped my second arm around him securing him firmly in place. We lay there for a considerable time luxuriating in each other's presence. Eventually I realized that one hand had slipped a little and now the back of it was resting up against his erection. I was contemplating moving my hand to safer ground when Jason looked up again. "You can hold it if you want," he uttered quietly. This was wrong I reasoned. Especially considering the trust that Mike King had so recently placed in me. My hand admittedly remained frozen in place as I debated my next move. Sensing my hesitation Jason placed his hand on top of mine. Taking a firm grip he guided my fingers to his swollen boyhood. I did not resist. As a final touch he squeezed my fingers to assure that my hold was strong. I allowed my hand to linger there a moment. His flesh was delicious. Then with willpower that surprised me I was able to move my hand away. Jason immediately looked up at me. There was a look of panic in his eyes. "Are you mad at me now Ben?" he murmured nervously. I smiled and replied, "Not at all Jason." He relaxed a little and then explained, "I was kinda hoping you would jerk me off.......or something." I stroked his cheek lovingly and responded, "Now isn't the time Jason. You're too young and we promised your dad we would behave ourselves." Jason rested his head on me once more and contemplated for some time before he muttered, "You're right." "I just remembered I've got a couple of rib eyes that need grilling on the barbeque. Are you hungry?" "You bet. I love steak," he said. We extricated ourselves from the couch and I set about preparing the meal. I made a delicious Caesar salad, fried up some more boletes and put the steaks on the grill. Jason got dressed and took Molly for a short walk. As we munched we contemplated the future. Eventually the conversation drifted back to Dermot and his adventures. "I'd love to go canoeing one day," he enthused. "Well that one's easy," I offered. "I haven't used it for a while but I have a big red canoe stored in the crawl space under the cabin." "Really?" he gushed. "Cool!" I pulled down a framed topographical map of the area that I had hanging on the wall. We excitedly reviewed the local rivers and lakes that we could visit. "Can we stay on one of the lakes overnight? We might see a wolf or something," he enthused. "Hmmm," I queried, "how do we explain that one to your mother?" Turning instantly sullen he muttered, "Oh yeah, I forgot." That was as close as we came all day to discussing the dark cloud that still hung over both of us. It was later than it should have been when Jason gave me one last hug and turned homeward.