Date: Tue, 2 Sep 2003 00:05:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: vealskye <vealskye@yahoo.com>
Subject: JT Part 6

Disclaimer:  The characters in this story are not
real.  I made them up.  Some of them are gay.  Some of
them might have sex.  If you are not allowed to read
this type of material, or if you will be offended by
it, leave now.


JT Part 6


Jess was gorgeous.  He wasn't as tall as me but the
bulge in his pants was making up for that.  The dark
hair and green eyes were perfect.  I was definitely in
lust.  I was obviously not as large as him in the
crotch department so I was hoping he wouldn't notice
what was going on in my pants.

His eyes.  Those damned green eyes.

"Well it looks like I have the rest of the day free.
Where do you want to have lunch?"

"Lunch?"

"Yeah, that mid-day meal?  Sometimes called dinner?"

"You want me to go to lunch with you?"

"Well, unless you have some other plans for the after
noon I was thinking we would have lunch and then take
a ride in the country.  You will have to put up with
Josh-The-Brat though," I said hooking my thumb over my
shoulder at JT.

"Jess, run now while you still have a chance!"

"See!  Brat!"

Jess was bewildered at our antics and I had to guide
him out the door and to the parking lot.  We were
about to get into the car when the security guard
approached.

"Mr. Watson?  I'm sorry but I need your keys."

"The old man doesn't waste any time does he, Pete?"

"I guess not but I need your keys and he said I was to
call the cops if you showed back up around here."

"Yeah well, I see he is still suffering from the
delusion that he has the authority to fire me.  Not
that it really matters or anything -- I have decided to
quit.  It isn't like I need the money."  I removed my
master key from my ring and handed it over to Pete.

"Make sure it gets to where it is supposed to.  I
don't want the ass to blame me when something goes
missing."

"Yes sir.   If it wasn't for my kid I would quit."

"At least he won't fire you for being a fag."

"You are gay, Mr. Watson?"

"Dammit Pete, call me Tim.  And yes I am gay."

"Umm, you wouldn't happen to be seeing anyone would
you?"

My arched brows must have been question enough for him
because he continued,

"Yeah me too.  Sally, my wife, died in childbirth ... we
were actually going to get a divorce anyway.  She had
found out."

"Sorry to hear that man.  Sorry to say I can't go out
with you, though.  It seems my calendar is booked.
Hopefully forever.  At least Jess has consented to a
date this afternoon."

With that I tossed the keys to an open-mouthed Jess
and said, "You drive."

"But ..."

"Well, you do look kinda young -- how old are you
anyway?"

"Twenty-three."

"Have a license?"

"Well yeah, but..."

"But nothing!  How am I supposed to stare at you and
drive too?  Just don't wreck the Park Avenue, man.  It
may have a couple hundred thousand miles on it but the
dealer still hasn't come through with my new ride."


I didn't push the conversation during lunch and
decided to drive on the way out of the restaurant.  I
thought I'd swing buy the dealer and see if my new
transportation had arrived.

I knew I was in luck when I drove into the lot.  That
had to be mine they were backing off the car hauler.
Porsche didn't normally make Cayennes with that shade
of blue.

"Tim, how can you afford a Porsche if you've just lost
your job?"

"Nosey little brat, aren't you?  Let's just say that I
have managed to become financially comfortable since I
last saw you."

"What's that mean?"

"It means that the truth is just goofy, that's what."

"What did you do?  Win the lottery or something?"

I got out of the car and walked over to my new ride.

Jess said, "I have loved these things since they first
came out."

"Yeah, me too.  That's why I waited so long to get
this color."

I decided to forgo conversation so I could fondle my
new vehicle.


Jess didn't know why he was standing in the middle of
a Porsche dealership waiting for someone he didn't
even know.  The day had gone from bad to hell.  His
father had told him over breakfast that he was
starting an internship at the college.  He hadn't said
anything about it before but the network admin was
expecting him?  Oh, god, he might have to work with
his brother!

Then he had walked in on his new boss fighting with
his boss -- and about being gay?  He knew all hell was
going to break loose then.  He had heard enough of his
father's and brother's lectures on the evils of being
a fag.

He couldn't believe his own ears when he heard himself
admit to being gay.  He had only ever told one person
that he was gay.  He had been in love with Johnny but
it had ended in disaster the night they tried to have
sex.  He hadn't known.  Oh god he had never meant to
hurt him, "I loved him!" he thought.


I didn't know what inner demons were looming in Jess'
mind but the look on his face as I came out of the
dealership manager's office was pure pain.  He looked
to be on the edge of hysterics.

I wasn't even thinking as I took his hand it mine and
started walking to the car.  The thrill of my new ride
had faded.  I had never been good at dealing with the
emotions of others; it was all I could do to try and
deal with my own.  I had known JT long enough to know
which of his button's to push.  But with Nanna or Jess
and sometimes even Tom I was frequently at a loss.  My
thoughts turned briefly to Nanna, I knew I would have
to be around when she told Tom about her illness but I
didn't have a clue what to say or how to console them.

I steered a recovering Jess to the drivers door of the
Cayenne, handing him the keys.  By the time he started
to protest I was rounding the front and unlocking the
doors with my second key fob.

"I'm not driving so if you don't do it we can just sit
here the rest of the day," I told Jess as I got in.  I
put the seat back and, as Jess still hadn't gotten in,
I started reclining.  I crossed my arms on my chest
and closed my eyes and waited.  Josh decided to try
sitting behind the drives seat.  I guessed he didn't
like me lying in his lap.

"Tim, what if he doesn't get in the truck?"

I glanced back at JT, and said, "Well then I guess I
will never get to see what he looks like in the hot
tub."

I knew Josh was getting ready ask me about this hot
tub, but Jess finally decided to join us.

"Tim, why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?"  I was raising the seat-back back to an
upright position while hoping he would hurry up and
get the damn air conditioning going.  It was getting
hot.

"Why are you doing all this for me?  I mean, why am I
here?"

Josh took that moment to be a teenager, saying, "Maybe
he wants to see what you look like in the hot tub?"
If I hadn't seen the dark shadow pass behind Jess'
eyes I might have laughed.

"JT, give him some time to get used to us, OK?'  He
nodded, I think maybe he had seen Jess' reaction as
well.

"Well, Jess, it's like this.  The ass that sired you
has just disowned you, tried to fire me, and generally
made a fool of himself.  I figured you could use a
break; a friend; a distraction.  If you have some
place you would like to go or someone you want to stay
with, feel free to take us there -- we can drop you
off.

"Or, you are welcome to continue the day with a drive
out in the country and are welcome to bunk with us
tonight."

"I don't understand why you'd want me but I ... I really
don't have anyplace else to go so I guess we will take
a drive in the country.

"Thank you."

"You are more than welcome."  "Stop staring, Tim,
sheesh, you can't keep staring at his eyes like this!"
I thought.

"So where to?" Jess asked, as he started the truck.

"Forget where, how about what?  As in what about the
AC?"

"Yessir, Master Josh," said Jess, "and where may I
drive you today, Sir?
"Actually, you might want to swing by your house on
the way out route 42.  Pick up some of your things
before your father gets home?"

"There is nothing there but clothes.  All the
important stuff is in storage."

"From when you moved back last year?"

"How'd you know about that?"

"Jess you are the son of the President of the college
I work for -- I hear things.  I actually know a bit
about you, your brother and your dad.  I didn't think
your father was a bigot though.  I have had to work
with Doug before so I know what he's like."

"I thought you had been stalking me!"

He said it so serious and absolutely deadpan that I
was getting ready to apologize.  I saw a twinkle in
the corner of his eye in time enough to switch
thoughts,

"His first wisecrack!  Josh?  Did you see?  There
might be hope for him yet!"


"Well, JT, what do you think?"

He was ignoring me.  I hadn't known Tom would be
working on the house this afternoon.  But there he
was, helping a carpenter with something or other.

I hadn't been out to see the site for nearly a week
and was impressed to see the landscaping going in.

"Ok, go talk to your bf.  Help him out if he needs it
-- just stay out of the way and watch your step, this
is still a live construction site!

"And your insurance doesn't cover me?"

"Jerkface!  I can afford the medical bills but if you
get your hand cut off in a miter saw there might not
be that much the docs can do!  Or," I said, pulling
him into a one armed hug, "what if you lost something
more important?"  With that I glanced below his belt.
He blushed.  "What would Tom think?!"  He was turning
scarlet as he bounced over to Tom.

"How do you do that?"

"Do what?  What did I do?"

"Manage to get the right message across while saying
something ... off the wall?"

"Part of my charm?"  I knew I would be chancing
crossing the line, but I had to say it as I glanced
down, "You'd better be careful too!  Or I might not
have anything to check out in the hot tub!"

I think he knew it was coming, but I still saw a wave
of panic flash through him.  I couldn't help wonder
what would cause his fear.  I thought it might have
something to do with him moving back home -- the office
scuttlebutt had still not come up with a reason for
that.  My thoughts were interrupted by the contractor.

"Looks like you will be ready to move in by the end of
the week."

"The last minute things taken care of?"

"The electrician had to install some sort of filter on
your kiln -- it was what was causing the problems with
the rest of the electronics and the home automation
stuff."

Some sort of filter?  Stuff?  If he wasn't coming in
under budget while still doing first class work I
would be worried.

"Anything I need to know, Ron?"

"No sir, everything is going smooth, finally.  The
painters just have to finish up some finish work and
the carpenters are completing your shelves in the
studio.

"Nice work.  I'll be around for a while if you need
me."

I took Jess on a quick tour of the new house; he was
impressed with the kitchen.  Hell, I was still
impressed with the kitchen.  I had put hours of
thought into it before I ever consulted an architect
and it had turned out better than I could have hoped
for.  It was huge and functional.  The multilevel
ceiling still let it feel enclosed and intimate.

"Josh and Tom are boyfriends?"

"Seems that way.  They seem to have fallen for each
other instantly.  At the very least they are in lust."

"They haven't been together very long?"

"They met Saturday.  Josh didn't even come to stay
with me until Friday night."

"I thought he was your son?"

"He is.  I had to rescue him from his biological
parents' clutches.  His father is the one that put
that bruise on his face."

"That was the first thing I saw when I walked into
your office today.  He doesn't act like it hurts him
very much but it looks painful as hell."

"I think he is just distracted."

"Tim!  Tim!  Where are you?"

"What now?" I muttered, "In here Tom!"

"Oh there you are.  Nanna wants me and Josh to spend
the night with her.  She said she needs to talk to
me."

"Josh too?"

"Yeah, I don't know what's going on.  Do you?  You
need to move the Porsche so I can get out."

I was glad I had an out on that one, but I didn't
remember him being this excitable before Saturday.

I tossed him the keys.  "Here ya go.  Just take it and
leave me the keys to the Lightning."

"But it's your new car!  I don't wan--"

"Dude!  Take the thing.  It is only a car.  Just
remember it is kinda on the fast side too."

"Ok!"  He tossed his keys on the counter and took off.
 I flagged Josh down.

"JT, Jess and I will be here for a while -- I will
leave my cell on or you can call us at the house, OK?
Nanna and Tom have the numbers -- you just make sure
they use them if they need to, or if you need to?
OK?"

"What's going on?"

"Nanna wants to explain it to you both I guess -- just
take care of your boyfriend, he is going to have a
rough night."

"OK ..."

"Make him grab you some clothes on your way."

After Josh had walked off, I grabbed Jess' hand and
pulled him to the back of the house where we would
have some more privacy.  I was glad there had been
some furniture delivered as we sank into the new
leather sofa off the master bedroom.

"Those poor boys.  I feel for them.  They are in for a
rough night."  I proceeded to tell Jess about Nanna's
illness, crying silently as I did so.  He just sat
there holding my hand in his.


"Thanks for letting me get all that out, man.  I guess
I needed to talk to someone."

"Tim, after what has gone on in your life this weekend
I would think you would need to talk!"

"Yeah, well, I am glad you were here for me to talk
to."

"Me too."

We were sitting on the edge of the still-empty pool.
The workmen had long since left.  "The pool didn't
really make sense with only me, and I Do Not swim, but
with Josh and Tom I guess it will get some use after
all."

"I could teach you to swim.  Why isn't it filled yet
anyway?"

"Something about letting it cure first, I don't know.
They built the hot tub too, but it was safe to be used
they said.  I am more of a lounger than a swimmer, I
think."

"How do you know if you have never learned to swim?"

I cocked my head and stuck my tongue out at him.
"Come on," I said, pulling him up.

I took him round to the hot tub, turning it on as we
passed the control systems.

"Damn, do you think it is big enough?"

"Well, I never could figure out what the point of a 6
or 7 person tub was if they all didn't have room to
stretch out.  It has seven full loungers as well as
upright seats.  But yes, I did go overboard.

"Even if Josh chose the wrong time to bring it up, you
are welcome to take a soak with me...I've been in a few
times already.  I just have to watch, to keep myself
from falling asleep!"

"I...uh..."  He was panicking again.

"I am not gonna try and put the moves on you or
anything like that.  I will keep my hands to myself."

"It's not that.  It's ... nobody has seen me without my
clothes on since...well..."

I was totally confused.  How could he not know he was
hot?  Small, compact, jet black hair and those green
eyes.  I couldn't keep my mind from wondering to the
bulge down below, or what had happened to him to cause
him to be so afraid.

"I don't have a bathing suit."  It all came out in a
rush and he seemed relieved to have a reason not have
to go in.

"Well, I tell ya what, I have to go to the bathroom.
There is one over there in the pool house.  I can't
see out here from in there, so, when I get back, if
you were to be sitting in the tub, I would be ... well ...
happy I guess.  Hell you don't even have to be naked
if you don't want to be.  Go in in your underwear then
just wear the pants back to the house.

"But, if you decide not to, that's cool.  We can leave
and go back to the house without a soak."

He looked undecided but I walked off to the pool house
anyway.  I made sure to take my time, hoping he would
relax enough to be in the tub when I returned.

He was.

Now it was my turn to be embarrassed.  I wasn't
exactly ashamed anymore or anything but I knew the
stretch marks still showed and you could never tell
how someone might react to the equipment one puts on
display when he is naked.  I had been partially erect
all afternoon so I wasn't worried much about my grower
status, but still, I had to strip down in front of
him.

I managed it without fainting and he had the decency
to pretend to look away.

After an hour of soaking we had gone from sitting side
by side, to holding hands to having our sides pressed
against one another.  I knew the timer would be
kicking the jets off soon.

"I guess we should think about getting out ... the timer
will turn the thing off soon I think."

I felt him tense up again.

I gave his hand a squeeze and said, "I'll go first.  I
will shower off and meet you in the kitchen, OK?"

Needing an excuse to let him see the effect he had had
on me, I made it a point to turn around to tell him I
wasn't sure the water heaters had been turned on.


It was after midnight, the boys hadn't called and the
cold shower had done nothing to help out my ...
condition.  But then I was lying on the couch cuddled
up with Jess.  He seemed to have the same fondness for
sci-fi as I.  The DVD had stopped and I wanted to go
to bed.  I Wanted to go to bed with Jess, but thought
if I couldn't see him naked there was no way I could
get him nekkid and involved in anything.  I knew I
would have settled for an all night cuddle though.  I
did not think it would really be settling.

"Tim, I ... well I ... I don't know ..."

"You don't know how you can move this evening where
you want it to go?"

"Uh..."

"It is ok.  We don't have to DO anything.  I would be
content to sleep.  But even then there is Josh's room.
 You can stay in there."

He was looking at the floor.  I didn't know what was
going on but I knew whatever it was would require me
to control my emotions or fear hurting him even worse.

"It's ... I can't!  I mean... oh god I hurt him!  He was
bleeding!"

Now I was getting scared, and Jess was dissolving in
front of me.

"Jess, man!  What is it?  What happened?  Who was
hurt?"

"Johnny!  I didn't mean to do it...I loved him!"

He was hysterical and I didn't know what to do.  In
the movies they always brought someone to their senses
with a slap.  I didn't think that would be the best
idea and the only thing that came to mind was to kiss
him.

I did.

Apparently it shocked him out of whatever terror he
was in because he nearly deflated my lungs with his
gasp.  And then, I had a very passionate, very excited
man wrapped around me.  I could feel his erection
pressing into me as he kept our lips locked together.
The man certainly knew what to do with his tongue and
I was imagining it in various other regions located
rather further south when he suddenly pulled away.  I
could breathe again.

He tried to get away but I held onto him and pulled
him down into my lap as we crashed down onto the
couch.  I pulled his back into my chest and wrapped my
arms around his midsection holding him to me.  He
didn't struggle but I could tell he was having a hard
time keeping himself together.

"Who is Johnny?"

"My boyfriend," he sniffled.  I tensed up.  I guess he
felt it because he quickly added, "Ex."

"Oh."  I was very glad to hear that!  "What happened,
Jess?"

"I...we...It was our ... first ..."

"It's okay man, deep breaths.  I'll hold you while you
tell me."

"It was our first time.  With anyone."  He was
trembling but his voice seemed to be a bit steadier.

"We wanted it to be so special.  We waited all
semester..."  His breathing had slowed somewhat.

"It was our last week.  He was going to finish school
in Houston and I had a job lined up with dad.  We knew
we wouldn't be staying together but we wanted to be
together before he left, ya know?  Just once.  I ... I ...
and he screamed!  It was awful he was bleeding!  ...   I
couldn't do anything.  I just sat there while he
pulled his pants on and ran out of my apartment."

I had no idea what to say or do.  My mind was speeding
along trying to figure this all out.  Jess had tried
to fuck his boyfriend and had hurt him so bad he was
bleeding?  My hands were resting on his crotch; I knew
there was something large down there but ... it made no
sense ... what had they done?  Just tried to fuck
without preparing each other for it at all?

I pulled him tighter and rested my chin on his
shoulder.  I tried to find my most smoothing, least
judgmental voice.

"Umm... you tried to ... fuck him?"  Jess nodded.  "Didn't
you do anything to ... prepare ... for it?"

"Prepare?  What...?  What do you do to prepare?"

He was an adult.  How could he not know this stuff?
Oh God, if he didn't know, how would the boys?  I knew
it was only a matter of time before they started
experimenting with each other.  I would have to sit
them down soon!

"Well, using lube.  Stretching him out first.  Taking
it slow... Any of that?  More."

He sat for a second and started bawling.  He was
shaking both of us with his sobs.


"Even if we had known about all that it still would
have been horrible."

He had calmed down; we were lying on the couch.  He
was lying on top of me; I was caressing his back.

"Why would you think that, baby?"

Jess just lied there for what seemed a very long
while.  His face was buried in my chest.

"Tim, I'm deformed.  A freak."  He said it as if he
were somehow resigned to a fate.

"What do you mean, deformed?  And you are certainly no
freak!"

"My dick.  It's deformed.  That's why I hurt Johnny."

"Um, what do you Mean?  How is it ... deformed?"

He didn't move for a while, but finally pushed himself
up off the couch.  "I'll show you.  Then I'll leave."

"You are Not leaving.  I don't care what it looks like
man, you don't have to leave.  It's not like I brought
you out here just to take advantage of your hot bod."

Another "he's lost his mind" look crossed his face.

"Yes, you are small, and slight.  You aren't actually
skinny or anything.  And I have always liked my guys
smaller than me."  He didn't seem convinced.  "You saw
the stretch marks when we were in the hot tub.  Until
I was so graciously disowned a couple years ago I was
290 pounds and loved skinny dudes.  Bear chasers.
I'll never be small -- I'm not built for it -- but I
still love bear chasers."

"You aren't a bear."

"Yeah, yeah, but I do not qualify as a twink either."

He still didn't seem totally convinced.  He started to
unbutton his pants.

"You don't have to you know."  I was actually a bit
scared myself.  I didn't know if I could contain any
reaction if he was grotesque.

"Yes I do!  You have to see for yourself!  Then you'll
know you can't have me."

"Jes--"  He shoved the pants down.

"Oh my god," I thought.  My first thought was, "no
wonder the boy was bleeding!"

"Uh...Jess...that is ... not deformed."  I didn't know what
to say.  His head snapped up, his glare catching my
eyes and holding them.

"I know what it looks like Tim, you don't have to lie
to me, damn it!"

I stood and said, "Shut up and listen to me!  Unless I
am missing something here that thing is not deformed!"

"Look at it!  It ... It's ..."

"Large?  Yeah, I noticed."

"Huh?"

"Jess, you said deformed.  I was thinking burn victim,
car accident, hell, even scar tissue from too much
jacking off ... I didn't see that.  I don't see that."
And I didn't.  Looking down I saw that it was, indeed,
large.  And quite thick, but not deformed.

"Wha--?  Tim, look at it!"

"Jess!  Trust me, I am."  I hadn't bottomed since
before I lost weight but my mind was definitely
playing future events and my own cock was starting to
notice.

"Jess, are you saying you think you are deformed
because you are porn-star-hung?"

"Uh..."

"Did you think you were deformed before that night
with Johnny?"

"No, but I didn't know any better then!"

"Hmmm.  How big does it get, anyway?"  My mind had
definitely wondered from trying to convince him that
he wasn't deformed.  I was thinking more along the
lines of convincing him that he needed to climb back
on the horse after falling off.

"I don't really know."

"You don't?  I thought every guy on the planet pulled
out a ruler sometime or other"

"It was about eight when I was sixteen."

"Jess, I don't know what to say to convince you, but
it certainly isn't deformed.  I am so sorry your first
experience had to be so traumatic, but ... well, you
were an uninformed child who didn't know any better.
I guess Johnny didn't either.  You can't really blame
yourself."

He pulled up his pants and sat down beside me.  I
shifted and pulled him against me again.  The way my
arms fit around his waist was kismet.

"So what happened to Johnny?"

"I don't know."

"You never found out?"

"I know he must have gotten OK; I looked up a number
for him in Houston.  I never had the nerve to call
though."

"Well, what would you have said before now?  What
would you want to say now?"

"I guess that I am sorry for being such a jerk after
it happened.  And that he shouldn't be afraid of
trying it again.  He always said he needed it.  We
would be playing around, jerking each other off, and
he would beg me to fuck him.  He never wanted oral sex
though.  I wanted to do that but he would never let
me.  He wouldn't do it to me either."

"Yeah, well, with you two being so inexperienced and
all, he would have scraped his teeth on you.  You
wouldn't have liked that."  I was thinking that it was
going to take me a while to get accustomed to his size
before I could do it without scraping it.

"So you think you could do it without biting it, huh?"
 His second wisecrack?  Oh my.

"You did Not just say that!"

"Sorry."  I had not only deflated his mood but the
tent that he had begun to display.

"It might take me a while to get used to it but I
think I can manage with minimal damage to `Little
Jesse.'  When do I get to try?  Hmmm?  Now?"  He
wasn't the only one who could tease.

"Well, I ..."

"Jess, kidding aside, we don't have to do a thing."

"I know.  I want to."

"You really want to be sucked don't you, babe?"  The
tent had returned.

"It's what I always wanted.  You don't have to
though."

"Don't have to?  There is no way you could stop me.
Jess, I want you inside me.  We will take it slow and
only do That when you are ready."

"But I'll hurt you."

"It might be a bit uncomfortable at first.  I've not
done it in a while but you don't have to worry, I am
not going to do anything that causes me too much agony
or anything."

"But --"

"Can you lie still?"

"What?  Lie still?  I'm not moving."

"No, I mean when we decide to try that, think you
could lie still?  If I were on top I could control it
and take it as slow or as fast as I needed to."

"Oh.  That would work I guess."


"What does it take to make this thing go soft?"  We
were lying in bed after I had practiced my oral skills
on my man.  The second time I had managed to relax my
throat enough to bury him inside.  I didn't think he
had grown too much in the length department since he
was sixteen, but he was definitely thick now.  I knew
I would have a sore throat tomorrow.

He was breathing too hard to actually answer the
question.  Apparently he wasn't too exhausted to roll
on top of me and show me that his oral skills were top
notch as well.  At least those he administered above
the waistline.

 He was pressed between my legs.  He spread them for
me and started pressing himself under me.  As he
started raising my legs it was all I could manage to
tell him,

"Jess, take it easy going in, it has been a while,
OK?"  I could see it in his eyes that he would; he
continued his kissing.

All my submissive instincts were kicking in again as
my lover rested my legs on his shoulders.  I knew with
the amount of precum he produced, lubrication would be
no problem unless he didn't take some time first.  But
I also knew that it no longer mattered, somehow I had
slipped into a submissive frame of mind that I hadn't
visited in years; and I knew that even if he did not
take his time and let me adjust that I couldn't do a
thing to resist him.  I also knew that was the way it
should be.

He did take his time though.  He spent seemingly
forever rubbing himself against my hole.  Eventually
moving on to teasing it.  My eyes were locked onto his
green ones as he would press lightly against me only
to pull away and spread more of his precum.  He
continued his teasing until his head popped inside.  I
don't think he realized he was that close to it
happening and I watched his eyes roll back as the head
slipped into me.

I felt no pain; a tightness but no pain.  Great
pleasure at finally having Jess inside me, but no
pain.  He must have known, because he very slowly
started moving deeper into me, our eyes once again
locked, as a pair of lovers' eyes should be.

When he realized he had completely buried himself
inside me a look of satisfaction came over his face,
mixed with no a small amount of amazement.

As submissive as I was feeling, it was horribly
difficult for me to act in any way contrary to what I
thought he would want or need.  I managed to pull him
down to me for another deep kiss.

"Thank you Timmy."  He started to move inside me and I
managed to mutter the last intelligible word I would
speak until we were through ravaging each other.

"Hard!"

A transient smile passed his lips as he pulled himself
slowly upward and I knew he would tease me again.  And
he did.


Jess was watching Tim sleep.  He could hear what
sounded like the TV going in some other part of the
house and figured Tom must have dropped Josh off
earlier.  He knew they should get up and face the day;
that Tom, especially, would need them today.

He suddenly realized he was thinking of himself and
Tim as a unit.  After the last night he couldn't deny
that Tim, at least, did not find him deformed in any
way.  Tim hadn't ever felt any pain when he had
entered him.  He had watched Tim's eyes and was sure
he had only been feeling pleasure.  Tim had even asked
him to fuck him hard.  He had built into it but at the
end, if Tim hadn't been begging for more, he would
have sworn he would have been inflicting torture he
had been pounding so hard.  His entire body was sore
from the exertion of it all.


Tim woke to find his husband staring at him.  Husband?
 Had he really thought that?  He remembered the last
night and fell toward Jess, with a smile, for a kiss.


"You scared me last night."

"How?  What in the world did I do, Jess?"

"You got all ... I don't know ... submissive or
something."

"Yeah, but you loved being in control.  I could tell
that, before you passed out, of course."

"I passed out?"

"Oh yeah.  After you had your orgasm.  After we both
did actually.  I think I fell asleep with you still on
top of me.  And still inside me."

"Are you sore?"

"No.  Well, it's not soreness. I mean I know I was
well and truly fucked.  No.  Made love to.  Hmm.
Fucked and made love to, I guess.  But I am not sore.
Tender doesn't really cover it either.  I do not
hurt."

"That mean we can do it again?"

I sighed and looked into my husband's eyes, "Jess, you
could have me on the grounds of the White House if you
wanted."

"That's scary!"

"Why?"

"Because I know you mean it."

"Yeah, I do.  Yes, if you really wanted it I would do
it.  I can't explain it.  I have always had a sub
side.  You somehow brought it out in me in a way ...
well, it has never been as strong as it was last
night.

"You know what the weird thing is?"

"What?"

"Right now, Jess, I want nothing more than to make
love to you."

"I think Josh is home, babe."

"So we need to get up, get cleaned up, and go be
parents?"

"Uh...parents?  You want me to be ... to help you raise
Josh?  We only met yesterday, Tim!"

"If you can lock those gorgeous eyes on mine and
honestly tell me you don't feel the exact same way,
husband, then I will drop the matter."

He looked into my eyes and for the briefest of moments
I felt real fear.

Then he smiled.


Sitting in a classroom at the local high school, Tom
had no idea what was being said.  He usually loved
this class.  Mr. Samuels was one of his favorite
teachers.  The man never took any bull from any of his
students.  He treated them with respect and demanded
the same in return.

But Tom couldn't concentrate today.  Last night his
grandmother had told him and Josh that she was dying
and now he was sitting in the middle of a math class.
If he didn't have that chemistry test after lunch he
wouldn't have even shown up today.  It was only
chemistry he really had to worry about; Mr. Samuels
was just teaching stuff he said they "needed to know."
 There wasn't going to be a test over it.  No one else
was really listening either, he supposed.

And he could still feel Josh in his arms.  Nanna had
told them to stay in the sleep in the same bed last
night.  She had also propped the door open, "Just in
case," she had said.


In a small east Texas town, Michael Greentree was
tuning his father out over breakfast.  The man was
raving about sodomy laws again.  Since the Supreme
Court had ruled, that had been his father's favorite
tirade.

Michael was just happy that since his parents never
paid attention to him anyway, there would never be a
need for them to know he was gay.

They spent a lot of time away from home, which gave
him time to snoop.  He had just found out about a
grand mother he never knew he had.  He knew her name
but the internet search he had done hadn't turned up
anything for Charlotte Greentree.

He couldn't wait to talk to his internet friend again.
 Tom had said that he had a friend that worked with
computers.  He wanted Tom to ask his friend if he knew
of any other way to track down people online.

Maybe his granny would want him.


"What do you mean he went to school, Josh?"

"He had a test ... he said he couldn't miss it."

"What class?"

"Chemistry I think."

"Did he say who the teacher is?"

"Yeah, he said Mrs.P would kill him if he missed it."

I knew her.  And she still let her students call her
Mrs.P after all these years.  Well, it had only been a
dozen or so since I graduated.

I looked around at the three of us.

"We are presentable.  Time for a road trip."

Knowing the secretary at the front desk got us in the
building without the usual troubles of visitor's
passes and escorts.

I knocked on Sharon's classroom door.  She was
surprised as she opened it.

"What are you doing here?  I haven't seen you in
forever!"

"Actually I came to collect my son from your class
before he flunks your test this afternoon."

"Son???"  She knew I was gay.  I had actually called
her from my dorm room several years ago to talk to her
about it.

"Yep.  This is Jess and Josh by the way.  My husband,
and other son."

It had taken sixteen years but I had finally rendered
her speechless.  Sixteen years?  Oh lord.  I had first
sat in here classroom at the time Tom had been born.

It took her a second but she recovered quickly, "who
is your Other son?"

"Tom Greentree."

"How can he be your son?  His grandmother lives just
down the street."

"It's actually a long story.  The short version is
that as of Saturday night I am legally his father.
His grandmother is dying -- she doesn't have much time
left and he just found out last night.  That's why he
doesn't need to be taking your test today."

"He is in my homeroom and I knew there was something
wrong when he walked in this morning.  I had no idea
it was this bad though.  He has an A in my class so he
doesn't really need to take the test.  It is the only
one he has left to take anyway."

"I thought there was another week of school left?"

"There is, but most of us are counting the new state
tests they took last week as their finals.  There
wasn't one that covered chemistry so my class had to
take one of my finals."

"Yeah, I remember those," I said, rolling my eyes at
her.

"You always did well."

"I know.  Josh will do well when he starts in the
fall, won't you?"

He just nodded.

"You are going to have to tell me the story of how you
wound up with two kids and a husband.  Sometime," she
said, looking at Jess.

I pulled him to me, putting my arm around him, and
said, "I am lucky aren't I?"

She just nodded, stepped inside, and said, "Tom, your
dad is here, would you get your things and come here?"

I gave him a quick hug as he stepped into the hall.

"Hey kiddo."

"Hey."

Sharon said, "Tommy, I'm so sorry to hear about your
grandmother.  Don't worry about the test, you have an
A."  She turned to me and continued, "I will talk to
the superintendent, and he doesn't need to come back."

Tom threw his arms around her in a tight hug.


End of Part 6.  If you like it, let me know.  Writers
tend not to write without encouragement.  Yes, I know,
blackmail.  Write anyway.  :)
vealskye@yahoo.com