Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2001 08:28:18 -0400
From: The Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Newspaper Boy #15

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WARNING: This is a gay fantasy involving relations between gay males
and homosexual acts. If you are not of legal age to read this material or
you do not approve, please leave.  Thanks for your consideration.
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Chapter #15

UPDATE:
Grant and Peter have been involved with each other and while not
resisting, Grant was thoroughly confused.  He was enjoying Peter's
making love to  him and he was responding yet his thoughts continued to
flash back to Aaron.  Peter had attempted to help Grant understand
those feelings but was not very successful. He wanted Grant
and he felt Grant wanted him.  Grant's mother called him and they had
to break off  their love making to answer her.

Elliott and Aaron had reached the El Rodeo Restaurant but the dinner
was not very enjoyable in so far as Aaron being in a very poor mood. Their
waiter was an attractive Hispanic and he made sly indications that he
was interested in Elliott and gave him his telephone number and name,
Miguel.  Elliott made a mental note to return to the El Rodeo at another
time.  He and Aaron returned to Aaron's home and he helped him into
bed becoming very aroused and wanting Aaron.  He would not take
advantage of him in the condition he was in.  As Elliott left Aaron, he
headed back to the El Rodeo.

Grant and Peter went down to the kitchen and after greeting his mother
and father, Grant noticed his father seemed a bit cold when he spoke as
he left the room.  After Peter left for his home, he returned inside and
trying to talk with his mother, he noticed she would not look directly at
him and he asked if something was wrong.

Over his shoulder, he heard his father suddenly say "you ask your mother
what is wrong, you tell us what is wrong FAGGOT.

Grant was stunned and just looked at his parents.  He listened as his
father told him how a Charlie Hopson had seen him and Aaron holding
hands when they were at dinner at the Outback Steak House.  He heard
his mother plead with his father to let him explain and further accuse
him of being a faggot and threw him out of the house.  Grant ran out with
tears streaming down his cheeks and he ran to Peter's house  just down
the street from his.

Reaching Peter's, he got his attention as he was in the bathroom and
asked him if he could come out he had something to tell him.

Peter came out and met him in a darkened area but a utility shed and
Grant poured out what had happened and after tears and explanations,
their emotions overcame them and they melted into each others arms
searching for  comfort within each other.

After stroking , kissing and feeling each other, Peter heard Grant
say..."Peter you feel fantastic under me and I am beginning to feel I
have always loved you."

Grinding their hot bodies together and kissing, Peter thought to
himself..."he is mine, now he is mine, I know it"...
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Peter and Grant were laying together in the warmth of the night,
exploring each other's bodies .  Grant had slid down and with his mouth
he found Peter's hard nipples and swirling his tongue around the nips, he
heard Peter gasp with a sharp intake of his breath.

"Grant, Grant, please don't stop, take me" Peter hissed as he felt the
waves of excitement flowing through his body.  Holding Grant's head he
applied a light downward pressure and felt him slowly nibbling at his
flesh, he had broken into a light sweat with the feel of his body being
teased and kissed.

Grant, slid off the side of Peter's body and with his right hand he felt
Pete's long hard cut cock laying on his stomach, Peter gasped again as
Grant started stroking his hard steel rod. Grant's hands and mouth
were  sending electric like shocks through his very taught body and in
anticipation, he started an almost involuntary movement of his hips.

Grant reached for his hard cock and laying it alongside Peter's thigh, he
pressed  himself hard and felt the pre-cum oozing from the tip.  Laying
his right leg over Peter's, he started a slow humping motion as his lips
reached for their prize.  Grant felt his head being slowly but firmly
directed downward and he opened his lips allowing Peter's cock to slowly
enter,the velvety head was oozing precum and it tasted creamy and salty.

Almost without warning Grant felt Peter lifting his hips and his head
being now very firmly held in place as he opened  his mouth to allow
Peter to thrust deeper inside.  As he felt Peter pushing his cock deeper into
his throat he heard Peter moaning and saying...


"Oh my God Grant, oh my God, please take me Grant please, I love you
so much."  Grant held a very hard and throbbing cock deep in his throat
and worked his throat muscles around its base and his tongue washed
the length of it.  He wanted to swallow all of Peter's creamy boy cum.

Grant felt his head being lifted and realized that Peter was pulling his
cock from his mouth.  Withdrawing from the soft but hard flesh, he
looked up and said "Am I doing something wrong Peter?"

Stroking Grant's hair he said "No Grant, I want you to twist around so I
can have you at the same time. I want to feel you and drink your cum as
you drain me. Please."  As Peter moved closer to the shed, Grant moved
around so  his hard and throbbing cock was where Peter could take it.
They both were perspiring from the heat of their passion and the warm
evening.

Suddenly he felt his cock sliding into Peter's hot, wet mouth. He gasped
at the sheer electric shock of the feeling and pushed himself deeper.
Hearing Peter moaning, he again swallowed him and he could smell the
musky scent of  Peters groin exciting him even more.  In his mind, he
knew that this is what he wanted.  Aaron had shown him how to make
love and he felt he loved him,  he did but differently.  Making love to
Peter, he realized that deep inside of himself he had always loved Peter
and Aaron had shown him that.  He worked his hips in a slow driving
motion and he could feel Peter's cock sliding in and out of his throat.
Grant's excitement built at every thrust of Peter's powerful hips.

They both were lost in a deep fog of ecstasy and desire as they slowly
worked to their climax and giving of one to the other.  Grant was slowly
massaging Peters balls in their smooth sac and he could feel his own
juice working towards the tip of his cock.  Grant could feel a swelling of
Peter's cock and knew he was not far and he increased his tempo driving
his cock deeper into Peter. They both were moaning and grinding
themselves into the other when suddenly Peter's cock seemed to swell
and almost gag him as he felt his nuts drawing up against his groin and a
hot river of young healthy cream was flowing down his throat.  He drove
his mouth down hard and held Peter's cock deep inside as he swallowed
gush after gushing stream of cum.  He could feel his cock swelling and
filling Peter and he drove himself as deep as he could as his juice started
to pour from his throbbing, jerking cock.  Peter gagged but holding Grant
by the hips he swallowed all of his friend.

When both boys had finally stopped draining themselves into the warm,
soft throats of the other they relaxed and allowed the warm fog of their
passion envelope them. Slowly their rigid cocks softened even as they
continued to suck and wash them with their tongues. As they withdrew
from each other, their lips continued to squeeze and drain their remaining
drops of salty cream as they fought to stay within each other. As each
boy lost his prize, they gave a deep sigh of contentment and held on tightly
as they buried their faces in the soft flesh and silky hair of the others
groin.

Sliding around, Grant looking down at Peter said "Pete that was
fantastic, god you were great, I love you."

"Do you Grant, do you? I have known I loved you for years and I have
wanted you so long, so very long. Taking you was what I have always
wanted and feeling  you inside my throat pumping your love into me was
beautiful."  Peter snuggled closer to Grant laying his head on that
magnificent chest he had wanted to love for so long as he felt Grant's
strong muscled arms around him.  A warmth seemed to envelope his
body, a warmth he had never felt before.  He knew how deeply he loved
Grant.

Both boys sat holding each other for a few minutes when Grant lowered
his head and brushed his lips against Peter's.  Nibbling lightly on his ear
lobe, he whispered "Pete you were right, Aaron was good because he
showed me how much I love you. I guess I have always known it but we
were to close as friends for me to see it.  If you had not found me in the
bushes, we may never have known it.  Thanks Peter, I am yours as long as
you will have me."

Pulling back a little he whispered simply "that is for ever Grant, forever."
They both sealed their love for each other with a long deep kiss.

As they broke off from kissing, Grant said "what am I going to do Pete? I
have no place to go since dad kicked me out of the house, no clothes."

Pete stood up and pulling Grant up with him, he said "lets dress first."

They both stood chest to chest, groin to groin and in the dim light they
ran their hands over bodies they loved before slipping into their clothes.
Leaning over a little Peter said "God Grant, you are beautiful. You don't
know how long I have wanted to feel your gorgeous body next to mine, to
taste you."

Slipping his still half hard cock into his cutoffs, Grant said 'you keep
talking like that buddy and we are going to never figure out what to do."

Dressed, both boys started trying to figure out what Grant could do.
Peter asked when Mr. Benson went to bed and did he think he could slip
back in for the night and maybe they could talk in the morning.

Grant thought about that and figured he could do that since he didn't
think his mom would mind if he did.   Grant had a nagging bad feeling but
he did not say anything too Peter.

After a moment, Peter said "okay Grant, lets do that and see what
happens tomorrow.  I won't come over until about noon so that should
give you time to talk with your parents and maybe something will work
out."  Knowing Grant's dad, Peter had a doubt nagging him.

Reaching for each other, they embraced in another long and passionate
kiss.  Peter whispered into Grant's ear, "do you want me to walk home
with you?"

Grant answered "would you Pete, please."

Both boys walked together locking their arms and not saying anything
but deep in thought.

Reaching Grant's house, he said "Pete looks like they have gone to bed. I
can slip in through the basement. Thanks buddy, see you tomorrow and I
love you."

Peter kissed  him lightly and said "tomorrow, be safe."  He watched
Grant open the basement door and close it behind  him.

As Peter walked back to his house, Grant moved through the dark
basement.  He knew where things were so did not need a light. Reaching
the steps, he moved up them very carefully, not wanting to make any
noise. He reached the door and opened it quietly.

Reaching his room, Grant opened the door and closing it  he turned on a
small night light.  His mother was laying sideways on his bed.  Grant did
not know what to do when he heard his mother speak.

Softly she said, "I left the back door unlocked for you. I knew you would
come back, where else would you go."  Grant stood there a lump in his
throat as she spoke.  "Grant, are you what your father said, are you one of
those?" Grant moved over and sat down beside his mother taking her in
his arms.

With tears in his eyes, he told her how he had felt for so long but didn't
know who to talk with about it.  He went on and told her about meeting
this man and he was friendly and since you guys had gone to Manasses he
didn't see anything wrong in going to dinner with him.  Grant told him
about the feelings he felt when the guy touched his hands and it made
him feel good.  Grant told his mother about the man asking him to stay
with him for the night and he did. He told her about the feelings that
were going through his body and he needed someone to talk with and this
guy was trying to explain those feelings so he could understand them.
They went to bed together and Grant felt his mother's body tighten when
he said this.

Grant's mother turned and looking at Grant she said, "you went to bed
with him? You mean you had sex with him?" Grant could see tears in his
mothers eyes as she spoke.

Quickly he answered  "yes mother but it was not dirty or anything like
that. Hemade me feel like I was wanted, needed, he made me feel alive
inside."  Continuing on Grant said "I felt these strange feelings just about
the time Brad was born but nobody wanted to talk to me very much after
that."  He broke down and sobbed violently in great heaving gasps.

As he was crying, he felt his mother stroking his head and whispering to
him "Grant you have always been loved by your father and me. We have
always tried to do what we could for you and your brother. Brad needs a
little more then you since he is younger.  I am sorry if you felt left out but
that does not explain what you are telling me."

Grant had calmed down some and as he looked at his mother she
continued " I felt something was different Grant.  I noticed a few things
in your room when cleaning and suspected things were changing.  I
mentioned this to your father and told him he should talk with you.  He
just waved it off as growing up. I see that was wrong now."  She wiped
Grant's face with the tissue she had in her hand.

Looking back at her, Grant said "Mom things will never be the same with
me. Girls have never been on my mind but I faked it for so long.  Peter
and I would talk about girls and stuff but we didn't know anything and I
never told him about how I was feeling, just played along. I was afraid of
being called what dad called me a faggot and queer." Tears started
streaming again as he said "Mom, what am I going to do? If you and dad
hate me and chase me out, I don't know what I am going to do." His body
shook as his mother tried to soothe him.

Lifting Grants tear stained face to hers, his mother kissed his forehead
lightly and said " Grant you are my first born and I love you very much.
This is your home and always will be, I won't let your father throw you
out and you know that, don't  you?"

Seeing the love in his mothers eyes, he said "yes mom, I know that but
dad scared me so bad earlier. I didn't know what to do."

Still holding his face, she said "you can always come to me with any
problem you have. Now undress and slip into bed, we will talk in the
morning and don't worry about your  father, he loves you as much as I
do."  She turned and walking out the door she blew Grant a kiss as she
closed it softly behind her.

As she left, Grant felt immensely relieved.  Slipping out of his skimpy
clothing he went into the bathroom off his room and turned the shower
on soft spray and warm.  Stepping under the spray, he let the water run
over his body with his mind racing.  Thoughts of Aaron came into his
head and he remembered what had happened between them. Thoughts of
Peter pushed Aaron out of his mind and he thought of Peter running his
hands over  his body making him feel alive.  Grant felt a swelling in his
cock and he pressed it against his full ball sac.  Feelings of desire were
rushing through his groin but he was emotionally drained and let his
hands fall to his sides.  Turning the water off he dried himself and slipped
between the sheets to immediately fall off to sleep...a slight smile on
his face.
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Just a few houses away, Aaron slept fitfully, his dreams were of Grant
walking down a long corridor getting further and further away.  Aaron
awoke with sweat streaming down his body and he called out "Grant,
don't leave me."  Aaron fell back onto his bed sobbing and holding his
head in his hands.

After what seemed like hours, Aaron picked up his bedside telephone and
punched the direct dial for Elliott, he didn't know what time it was but he
needed Elliott.

The persistent ringing of the telephone roused Elliott and picking up the
receiver he heard "Elliott, Elliott I need you can you come over, please."

Still groggy, Elliott looked at the clock and said "Aaron, it is 3 in the
morning and you want me to come over there?"

Aaron pleading said "Yes, yes Elliott. I need you, please, please if you love
me."

With a sigh Elliott responded "okay bud, give me a few minutes to dress."
After hanging up, he thought for a moment and thinking to himself "yeah,
I still have the key he gave me". He started to dress but not much.  He
slipped his sweats over his naked body, he slept nude, he snatched his
wallet and keys from the dresser and headed out the door.

As he was driving, thoughts raced through his mind.  He could almost bet
he knew what had happened.  Aaron had a bad dream and it woke him up
in a fright.  Aaron always called him when he was troubled.

Pulling into the drive at Aaron's, he walked to the door and using his key
he entered.  The house was dark except for the nightlights he had turned
on earlier.  Walking into Aaron's bedroom, he heard the shower running.
Opening the door to the bath, he saw him standing under the shower
spray and he tapped on the glass shower door lightly.  Aaron still jumped
a little until he recognized Elliott.

Turning off the water, he opened the door and threw his arms around
Elliott's neck with a "God Elliott, I need  you" rushing from his lips.

Elliott staggered back from the onslaught and he could feel his sweats
getting soaked from the water on Aaron's body.  Catching his balance as
he placed his arms around Aaron's chest, he said "whoa buddy, easy up a
little. Why do you need me so bad at this time of the morning?" Elliott
felt Aaron's swinging pendulum pressing against him through his now
thoroughly soaked clothing.

Pulling Aaron's arms from around his neck, he reached for a towel and
started to dry him off, thinking he would have to take his sweats off and
dry them and himself as he did so.

Leaning over to dry Aaron's legs, he felt him press his cock against the
side of his face.  At this he felt a swelling in his own cock.  As he stood
back up, Aaron pressed against  him and huskily he asked...

"Elliott do you want me?" Aaron pressed his lips against Elliott's his
tongue searching and probing until he felt an opening and slid his tongue
into Elliott's mouth searching for its counterpart.  Elliott melted against
Aaron.

Breaking their embrace, Elliott just as huskily responded "Aaron you
know I have always wanted you."  Aaron was pulling the hooded sweat
shirt over Elliott's head as Elliott was pushing the bottoms to the floor
and kicking off his slippers, they walked into the bedroom...

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