Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2001 08:12:21 -0400
From: The Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Newspaper Boy #17

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.

Chapter #17

UPDATE:  Aaron and Elliott have both re-confirmed a love that they
knew existed but was never really admitted. They have discussed the
past, present and future, hoping that it can be resolved. Aaron does not
know exactly where Grant lives but hopes he will continue delivering the
newspaper and maybe they can see each other and talk it out.

Grant and Peter have admitted they have loved each other since early in
their young lives.  Both boys not being sure of their feelings ignored them
out of  fear.  Grant meeting Aaron and being shown the love that can be
between two men is torn by his feelings an frustrations when he has to
leave Aaron.  Peter discovers Grant in tears and in trying to console him,
his own frustrations surface and they both are wrapped up in feelings for
each other.

Grant's father has been told about a scene between Grant and an
unknown man.  His father makes a correct assumption and in anger,
throws Grant out of his house. Grant runs to Peter and tells him what
has happened. Both boys are again overcome by their feelings and in the
act of making love on a bench behind a utility shed,  they realize how
much they do love each other.

Grant sneaks back into his home and discovers  his mother waiting for
him, they have a long talk.  Later in the morning he awakes from a fitful
sleep with his thoughts flashing between Peter and Aaron.  Thinking of
both, he becomes fully aroused and masturbates with Peter in his
thoughts.  It is early in the morning and Grant slips back into sleep
worrying about his parents and future...

Grant is awakened by a knocking on his bedroom door and he hears his
father on the other side.

Grant, Grant, get dressed and come on downstairs.  Your mother and I
want to talk with you.   Hurry up, you know when I have to be at work.
Grant glances at the clock and sees it is almost 7AM.  Jumping out of
bed, his cock hard, he slips on a pair of sweats to hide himself and cover
some of the cum that  has dried on his chest.   He suddenly remembers
his newspaper route and then recalls that Peter said he would cover it for
him.   Running downstairs, he finds his parents sitting at the kitchen
table.  Grant stops and stands in the doorway looking at his father, his
heart racing.

Grant's father looks up and says "come on boy, don't stand there, sit
down."

Grant sits down and his mother gets up and pours him a large glass of
orange juice.  He drinks it not taking his eyes off of his father.

Looking up from his coffee, Mr. Benson stares at his son for a few
minutes before asking "how long have you been involved with other men
son? I know you are still a boy but you have the body and equipment of a
man, I am sure."

Grant's mother fidgets with her coffee cup, eyes downcast.

Taking a deep breath, Grant says "only once Dad, this past weekend. But
I  have had these feelings for a long time and you didn't want to talk  with
me."

Leaning forward a little, his father growls "don't try and blame this on
me boy.  I have a family to support and not a lot of time for tomfoolery
and such. You could have talked with your mother if you had a problem."

Grant heard his mother saying "Ralph, boys do not talk with their
mother's about such things and you know it. Besides we are not going to
be blaming each other, we need a solution."

Her husband just sitting there, she went on "Grant, you have only been
with one person?"

Grant nods his head yes. He didn't think he should mention Peter and
maybe get him into trouble.

As Grant is thinking of this, he hears his mother "are you going to see this
person again? Do you need to see him again?"
Grant is about to answer his mother when his father growls "I wish I
knew who he was, I'd wring his damn neck and he wouldn't be able to
prey on young boys again."

Grant listens with pride as he hears his mother "don't be a damn fool
Ralph, what would that accomplish? If you would open your eyes, you
would see our young boy as almost a man, not some kid. Go ahead Grant."

Looking at his mother he tells her "I need to talk with him and straighten
things out. I ran away with a lot of stuff not right and need to see him."

Grant's mother had taken control of the conversation and said "what will
happen after you see this person? You know you still have schooling to
finish and maybe college before you decide on a career."

Grant's father said "where does he live boy?"

His mother said "where he lives is not necessary and you stop calling him
boy, he has name."  She glared at her husband.

Mr Benson stands up and looking at his wife and son, he says " you can
stay in this house as long as you do not embarrass your mother or I.
There will no bringing of anyone into this house if you get my meaning.
Do you understand me?"

Grant looks back at his father direct into his eyes and says "yes sir, I do.
I would never do anything to hurt you or mother."

Turning away, his father growls over his shoulder "you have done that
already but I have to get to work." He walks out leaving his wife  to
handle the rest of it.

After his father left, Grant leaned over and took  his mothers hands
"mom I love you." A tear slid down his cheek.

Looking at her son with tears in her eyes, she says "Grant you will never
know how much both  your father and I love you. Oh he does you know,
this has just caught him off guard.  He does not see things the same way I
do and is not aware of certain things that I see.  I have suspected it was
that way with you and Peter."

Grant starts to protest and his mother places a finger on his lips with
"shhhhhh, say nothing, just remember what your father said and be
careful."  Standing she starts to fix a breakfast for her and Grant.

Grant stands up and walking over to his mother, he places his arms
around her and whispers "mama, thanks, I love you and dad."

Placing her hand alongside of his face, she kisses him lightly and tells
him to get cleaned up breakfast will be ready shortly.  Grant runs up to
his room.

Just a few houses away, Aaron and Elliott are awakening from a very
short sleep.

Rolling over and facing each other, they lay there looking into the others
eyes.  Aaron leans forward and kisses Elliott  saying "I love you Ryan, I
really do.  It just took me a little longer to figure it out."

As he looks at Aaron, he answers "sure glad you did babe, it has been
hard watching you tear yourself up and nothing I could do.  I have not
stopped loving you but you could not see it."

"Well Aaron  said, I realize it now and still do not understand how I
messed up so bad."

"It is simple, you never see what is right in front of you. Some people
never do and you were shocked into seeing it when you thought you had
lost Grant. I will admit that he is one hell of a good looking boy from what
I saw, so really cannot blame you for falling for him."

Aaron thought a moment before responding "Yes, he is a good looking
young man and I only hope he comes back by so we can talk and
understand what happened over the weekend. I am pretty sure he is
really confused."

Elliott nodded "I think he will, you both really burnt each other
yesterday from what you have been saying. Now, I need to get over to my
apartment and clean up for work.  Monday is always rough at the bank."

Swinging out of bed, he walked around to where Aaron was sitting. His
half hard cock swinging from side to side as he leaned down and kissed
those soft lips.  He felt Aaron taking his  cock in his hand and pulled
back. Aaron held on and he started to swell in his hand.

Aaron reached behind Elliott and pulled him to him as he opened his
mouth taking his long slender cock into his throat.  Elliott groaned and
gripped Aaron's head as he pushed deeper into the warmth of his mouth.

Aaron sat on the side of the bed as Elliott started a slow rhythm and he
felt his cock sliding deep into his throat only to be withdrawn and
inserted again the tempo increasing with each stroke of Elliott's hips.

As Elliott was fucking his mouth, Aaron was massaging his cock and
stroking his rock hard length while playing with Elliott's low hanging
balls.

Both young men could feel themselves quickly coming to a release as
their cocks hardened and swelled with the onslaught of boiling, rising
cum.  Elliott held Aaron's head tight as he drove  his cock deeper and
deeper into Aaron's throat, he was on fire and totally abandoned  himself
to the lust that had overtaken him.   Looking down, he saw his cock filling
Aaron's throat and him madly beating his huge cock. Elliott lost it and
screamed "take it Aaron, take it. Drink my cum baby, aaaaaaaaaaa
Christ you are killing me Aaron."

Aaron felt the hot creamy cum hitting his throat and  swallowed gush
after hot gush and he moaned and felt his own juice exploding from his
cock.  With each stream of his cum, he sucked Elliott as deep as he could
tasting the overflowing force of his slowly softening cock.  He did not
want to feel it withdraw and clamped his  lips tight as Elliott gasped and
slowly withdrew feeling Aaron's tight lips drain the last drops of  his cum.

Pulling Aaron tight against his groin, he whispered "Aaron, Aaron that
was fantastic, I only with I could have taken you too."

"Later babe, later. I am yours when ever you want me, forever Elliott."
Aaron nuzzled his nose into the dark soft hair of Elliott's groin.

Elliott was happy to hear Aaron's declaration of his love as he moved to
pull on his  sweats and run to his apartment to change for work.  He
watched Aaron lay back on the bed as he headed for the door.

Peter awoke holding his hot throbbing gushing cock, feeling his cum
landing on his chest and stomach.  He had been dreaming of Grant and
he smiled as he slowly finished himself off.  Thoughts of him and Grant
drifted through his mind as his cock was softening yet was still
demanding more attention.  Suddenly he thought "oh my God, the paper
route" he had forgotten it completely.

Sitting up, he looked at the clock and saw it was not quite 7AM so he
jumped out of bed and after wiping himself off, he pulled on his shorts
and a shirt.  Slipping on a pair of sneakers, he dashed out the door and
jumped on his bicycle heading for the drop off for the paper.   Quickly
folding them, he filled his bike baskets and peddled madly to make the
deliveries.

As Peter reached the house he knew Aaron lived in, he saw a young man
pulling out of the drive and it was not Aaron.  Throwing the paper up on
Aaron's porch, he peddled by waving at the driver as he pulled away.

Elliott saw the boy and waved back but he knew it was not the same kid
he had met the other evening.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This will all come together in the next chapter.

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