Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2001 07:19:43 -0400 From: The Mariner Subject: My Newspaper Boy Chapter #18 MY NEWSPAPER BOY PART #18 _________________________________________________________________________ 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 exit. Thanks for your consideration. ________________________________________________________________________ Chapter #18 UPDATE: Grant and his parents seem to have reached an understanding and his father agrees to his remaining in his home. Grant's mother has been the stronger and more of less laid down the ground rules for the compromise. Grant does not tell them about Peter but he gets the feeling that his mother knows from things she has said to him. A few houses away, Aaron and Elliott have been discussing what has happened and both agree that things still have to be talked over with Grant hoping that he has not been terribly confused by what has happened. They are not aware of the situation with Peter and Grant. Elliott has to return to his apartment to change for work and as he is leaving, Aaron again displays his love which Elliott accepts. As Aaron falls back over the bed, he leaves the house. ___________________________________________________________________________ In his bedroom, Peter awakes with his cock in his hand having had dreams of Grant that resulted in a very sticky, dreamy ejaculation. While enjoying the aftermath, he realizes he overslept and forgot Grant's newspaper route. Peter dashes out of the house to make the deliveries. As he passes the house he knows is Aaron's, he sees an unknown young man leaving as he throws the newspaper and continues with a wave at the young man. Elliott waves back but knows it is not Grant. Peter stops after throwing the last newspaper in the block. He straddles his bicycle as he watches the car pulling away. Running things through his mind, he can't remember seeing this guy around the neighborhood. Maybe Grant was worrying about Aaron just a little too much. As he stands there, Peter feels the bicycle seat nudging up under his balls and the pressure feels good, creating a little twinge at the base of his penis. Looking into the basket holding the papers, he counts ten and then he can swing around to Grant's house. As he peddles, he is hoping that things have worked out with Grant's parents. Grant is finishing the great breakfast his mother has made and asks her if there is anything she wants him to do. She looks over he shoulder from where she is washing dishes and say's "the lawn could use mowing if you have the time. Your daddy didn't get to it before we left last Friday." Grant jumps up and kissing his mother on the cheek he dashes out the door with a "no problem Mom, consider it done." Mrs. Benson watches her son leave and shakes her head silently but thinking "I made a beautiful being and he is breaking my heart." She understood what Grant was going through but it still saddened her. Reaching the garage, Grant checked the oil and fuel levels in his dad's lawnmower. For a moment, he wondered if maybe he should change out of the sweats he had put on when he was called downstairs. He decided against it, thinking the feel of sweat running down his body would feel good. Besides, he hadn't worked out since last Wednesday and it would help some to sweat. As he is running the mower across the front lawn, Grant sees Peter peddling towards him and stops in the shade of a big elm tree to wait for him. Seeing Grant, Peter heads towards him and as he brakes to a stop exclaims "what's up man, everything alright." Grant smiles at what he sees and remarks "from where I am standing it wouldn't take long for me to be up and maybe some others." Looking quizzical, Peter says "huh" and then he follows Grants eyes and sees about half of his penis is sticking out of his shorts and with an "oh my God" he tries to stuff himself back up in his shorts. Laughing at Peter's embarrassment, he observes "good thing it had not gotten hard or you might have pulled the wrong gear leaver on that 10speed. " Laughing harder as he watches Peter trying to put himself away. As Peter is getting himself together and his embarrassment subsides some he looks at Grant, "dude that little laugh at my expense will cost you later. Now tell me what happened with your parents." The sun was getting hotter so he said "lets go around back on the patio where it is a little cooler and we can get a drink." Looking out the window, Mrs. Benson sees Peter pushing his bicycle walking with Grant. She calls out "hello Peter." Peter looks up and seeing her he calls back "good morning Mrs. Benson." Both boys walk around to the back of the house and reach the covered patio. Peter leans his bicycle up against the side of the house as Grant goes inside for a couple of drinks. He pulls his shorts down as much as he can and walks over to sit at a corner table away from the house. Grant comes out with a couple of cold Mountain Dews, Peter's favorite drink. Peter smiles wondering if that means something. As Grant places the drinks on the table, Peter looks at his friend trying to see some sign as to what had happened. He could see his sweats were soaked from pushing the lawnmower. After a few moments and a couple of swigs of their drinks, Grant looks at Peter and says "I think everything is going to be alright. At least for now." "What do you mean at least for now? What else is there? Are you going to be okay staying here? Is your dad okay with your being gay." All of this in a low voice as Peter was trying to find out what had happened. "Whoa, whoa Peter. Slow down a little, mom's just inside the kitchen." At that moment, Grants mother called out "I have to go over to the library Grant, I won't be that long maybe an hour or so." Calling back to his mother, "okay mom, I should be about finished with the lawn by then." Hearing his mother's car backing out of the drive from the carport, he reaches over and takes Peter's hand stroking the back of it with his thumb. As he was doing this he looked into his eyes and could see love and desire there as he felt himself starting to swell and lengthen. Peter responded to Grant with a smile as his penis once again made its presence known stretching out from his shorts. He wanted him but shook it off knowing they had things to talk about, sex later. Grant saw the lamps in Peter's eyes shut down but he asked "you wanna go inside and get another drink?" Hearing the tone, Peter knew he had disappointed Grant but he said "Grant we have so much to talk about. There will be plenty of time later for making love. I want you badly but later please, I can wait." Grant knew he was right and grinned "well you can't blame a guy for trying with the best looking hunk in town, can you?" Grinning, Peter said "okay stud but tell me what's going on." Grant told him about the conversation with his parents and the restrictions his father had placed on his staying. He told Peter about talking with his mother after his dad had left but held back on what she had said about him and Peter. Peter did not realize he had been holding his breath almost all of the time Grant was talking. Exhaling slowly, he exclaimed "damn Grant, I know that is going to be tough on you. Every time we want to go up to your room together, your old man might be thinking we are making out and we ain't never done that unless you count jerking off together." A thought of Aaron flashed through his mind as he said this. As he listened to his buddy, he was thinking if he should or should not tell him what his mother had said about them both. Deciding it was only fair, he looked at Pete and taking his hand, softly said "Pete there is more and I don't want you upset when I tell you." Watching Grant and listening to the serious tone he had taken, a little fear pricked his thoughts. He thought he knew what Grant was going to say but he didn't want to hear it as he said "What's that Grant?" As Grant held Peter's hand, he knew there was only one way to say it and taking a deep breath he softly whispered "Pete, mom thinks you are gay also." He felt Peter grip his hand tight. As he caught his breath he said "she said that, are you sure?" "Well, Grant said, she didn't come right out and call you gay. She told me that she had long suspected that we were that way and for us to be careful. That comes pretty close to saying it. Think on it and we have been awfully close growing up. " "Yeah, we have and now closer then ever. I always knew I loved you but never as much as I do." He watched as Grant pulled his sweat hood over his head and that gorgeous body filled his eyes. Muscles rippling and the slow rise and fall of his deep, broad chest. His breath quickened. Seeing Peter scanning his body, he said "if we go inside, you can do more then look Peter." Grant felt his cock rising again. Sucking in his breath, and exhaling "not yet lover, there is more to tell." Starting with his getting up late and rushing to deliver the papers, he told about the young man he saw leaving Aaron's house and waving as he passed. "That does not look to me like your friend is having any problems with your leaving yesterday." Peter saw Grant tighten when he said this but didn't realize he had pricked his ego a little. "No, he said, I guess it didn't effect him as much. He got some cute boy cock and that was what he wanted." "Oh well, I still want to talk with sometime." Grant was just a little bitter and hurt. Standing up suddenly, he said "Hey Pete, I got to get this lawn cut. Can you meet me back in the bushes a little later this afternoon and we can talk some more?" Peter saw a wicked gleam in his eyes when he said "sure, I'll be there just as horny as you are." He ducked the swing from Grant as he ran for his bicycle. Looking back as he mounted the bike, he saw him standing there with the sun gleaming on his sweaty torso, muscles rippling and defined with his chest heaving. Peter felt his cock surge as he peddled reluctantly away. Peter rode inside the garage at his house and leaned his bike up against the wall. Waling in the side door, he opened the frig searching for a cold drink. He heard his mother calling "Peter is that you, come into my sewing room dear, need to speak with you." Popping the tab on the can, he takes a swallow as he walks to where his mother usually is, her sewing room. Leaning up against the door frame, he asks "what's up mom, did I do something wrong again?" Usually there was something wrong when his mother spoke to him as she had. Without looking at her son, she said "your father said he wanted to talk with you and he wants you to stay around the house. He will be back about 3 this afternoon." Do you know what he might want to talk about mom? Just a negative nod of her head. "Okay he said, I'll be up in my room or maybe walk down to Grant's. You can call me when he gets home." His mother turned and said "Peter, I don't think that is a good idea, you had better stay here." Hearing his mother, he sucked his breath in as he said "okay mom, can I call Grant and tell him I won't be able to come down a little later, I told him I would." His mother gave him permission and he went to call Grant. Punching the speed dial button, the phone rang and then Mrs. Benson answered "Benson residence, how may I help you?" Hesitating for just a moment before saying "Mrs. Benson, this is Peter. Will you tell Grant I won't be able to make it this afternoon, I have to help my father. Will you tell him for me, please?" "Of course Peter, I will tell him. I know he will be disappointed though." Another comment with an underlying tone that caused a prick of fear. Peter could sense that something was wrong and he was afraid he knew what it was. Nothing to do but wait for his father and sweat it out. As Grant was pushing the mower down the side of the house to the back, he heard his mother call out "Grant, Peter called and he won't be able to make it back this afternoon. He has to help his father or something." Stopping, he shut the mower off. "Mother, did he say anything else or just that? Did he ask me to call or say he would call back?" Hearing his mother's negative reply, he wondered what had happened, Peter had never done this before. He would usually run down and then run back home after he told him what was up. The phone call bothered him, he never did that. They only lived three houses apart and always run back and forth to talk with each other. His mind racing he started to finish his mowing, Pete would tell him later. The day wore on slowly and Peter went up to his room. He looked out his window and could see Grant mowing the back yard. Normally he would have dropped his shorts and while watching him he would jerk off into a sock. Today, he didn't get any twitch or swelling in his cock. There was too much on his mind. Turning from the window, he stripped the to short shorts and pulled his tank top over his head. Glancing at the full length mirror on the back of his door, he saw a good looking well built young stud looking back at him. His blond hair framed an unblemished face and in the room light, it gleamed. As he felt his pecs and ran his hands down his ribs he reached and scratched his golden hair pubes with his slender but long uncut cock jutting out and hanging in front of him its pink head peeking out of its smooth sheath. "Yesssssssssss he whispered aloud, a damn nice looking stud." Turning he walked into the bath and his shower. After bathing, Peter slipped on a pair of light sweats and started playing games on his computer and then he laid on his bed. He woke with his father standing over him shaking his shoulder. As he opened his eyes, Peter said "hi dad, what time is it? I feel asleep." Glancing at the clock on his son's desk, Mr. Cochran said "almost 3:30, how about coming down to my office after you wash up?" He turned and left without waiting for an answer. Peter realized it was an order not a real request. Flushing his face with cold water and brushing his hair, he walked heavily down the stairs to his father's office. Walking in he noticed his mother was not there. This was just between the two of them then. Peter stood in the center of the well furnished room, his father's sanctuary. His dad was facing his bar mixing a drink when he said "Peter would you like a drink?" Peter just stood there, he had never been offered a drink before and for that matter seldom entered this room. He could not answer. Turning Mr. Cochran said, "come on now Peter you are almost a man, do you want a drink?" Peter could feel the sarcasm dripping from the words and his knees went weak. "No thanks dad and could I sit down sir?" Standing there looking at his son, he said "go ahead, sit." The coldness in his attitude was there and directed at Peter. Turning again to the bar, he poured a small brandy and placed it beside Peter. "I think you might need that later." Returning to the bar, he picked up his drink and sat down behind his desk and stared at Peter for a few minutes before finally asking "Peter do you like girls?" "Yes sir." "No, I mean do you LIKE girls, have you been to bed with any girls?" "Yes sir, I like girls but no, I have not been to bed with a girl." Peter blushed at this answer to his father's question. He didn't feel as if he was lying, he did like girls just not to go to bed with. Mr. Cochran sat and sipped his drink for a moment. "Then you are still a virgin and have not had sex with anyone other then masturbation, correct?" Looking direct at his father he said "What do you mean by sex with anyone, sir" In exasperation, his voice rising he blurted out "I mean have you been to bed with anybody other then a girl and masturbation. Have you had sex with any males?" There it was he had said it and leaned back in his chair waiting for Peter's answer. He knew he had to either lie or tell the truth. Peter reached for the small brandy and took a small sip, he coughed just a little at the heat as it slipped down his throat. He smiled at that thought and set the glass back on the table. Looking at his father he asked "dad, has someone been telling you something about me for you to ask me this?" Peter did not fear his father but he did respect him for the fair man he knew he was. Cochran had not expected that from Peter and it was his turn to sip his drink. As he sat the glass on the coaster, he told Peter about Charlie Hopson. " I was in the liquor store picking up a bottle or two when he came over and asked me if I had heard about Grant Benson. Before I could stop him, he told me how he had seen him holding hands with a strange man in the Outback Steak House last Saturday. I just looked at him and walked away in disgust." Then Mr. Hopson was telling you about Grant and not me. Why are you asking me these things if it was Grant you heard about?" Cochran realized that Peter had turned this interview around and was questioning him, he didn't like it. Inwardly he was proud that the boy had spunk and was a fighter. Looking at Peter as he sat there very straight, he admired the good looking boy he had sired. He could see the straightness of his back and the well built turn of his body. His blue eyes flashing as he looked at him. Not a coward. He was almost ashamed of himself but the questions had been nagging him since he heard Hopson mention Grant the way he did. He started by saying "Peter you and Grant have been as close as two brothers could be since you were babies. You have had sleepovers, camping trips, sailing and I know how boys are together. Especially when they get to be teenagers, I probably did a lot of what you guys did. When Hopson told me about seeing Grant with a strange man holding hands, I could not help but think about how close you boys have been and wondered about it." As Cochran leaned back, he heard from Peter "you mean you wondered if Grant and I had sex together, didn't you? What would you say if I told you we had?" He reached for the brandy as his father sat like he had been struck by a lightening bolt. Peter knew he was taking a great big chance but he had been thinking about this and if it came up, he was going to take the bull by the horns and get it all out. He was not going to hide from his family what he wanted. Taking a small sip of the brandy, his eyes did not leave his father's face. Cochran's mind was racing and whirling as he thought "my god, my son is telling me he is gay or at least trying to tell me. What do I say now?" One word slipped from his lips "Why?" As he heard this Peter said simply and truthfully "I love Grant and have for years. We only recently admitted it to each other. I have done nothing that would embarrass you or mother and never would. I am not going to sneak around and lie about it and you would not want me to. I nor Grant are going to wave a flag and march down the street screaming we are gay. We both want to live our lives together that's all." "Wow!!!! Cochran thought. This boy has it all spelled out and goddamned if I can see anything wrong with it. I may not get any grandchildren from him but he is a man." He still wanted to see how far this admission went. "Well Peter he started, what about the future? You both have school to finish and then there is college to think about. Does Grant talk about going to college if his parents can afford it? You know it takes a lot of money to get through school these days. I don't think Grant can make it on paper route money." Inwardly he was seething that his father would try and play the economics card against him. With his eyes flashing, he slowly and quietly said "Sir, I am well aware of what it costs for college. I also know that you can refuse me any assistance, it is your legal right. You could refuse to allow me to stay in your home if you wanted and demand that I leave. This I know. I also know that Grant is hoping to attend the same college as I do. His families finances I do not know and don't care, he will go to college with me. I should probably not tell you this but you have brought it up. Grant is gay and his family knows it. Mr. & Mrs. Benson have accepted it. Right now sir, you have the same choice. I am not trying to force an ultimatum, just stating the facts and you began with them." Peter clamped his teeth shut, his eyes flashing. Knowing he was beaten, Cochran said "Peter it looks like you know what you want and are determined to get it. It will take a lot of money for both you and Grant if it comes to that. I know you are thinking about the very large trust your grandparents set up for you before they passed away and it has grown considerably. Your mother and I took out an education policy on both you and your sister when you were born that matures when you reach 20. I hope Grant's parents have done as well. My bank has done well with your trust investments and when you want I will explain all of that. I hope you leave it in the banks hands but that is up to you." As Peter started to speak, his father said "Son, you have been honest and I will also. Your mother mentioned this to me some time back and I guess I was to damn bullheaded to admit it might be so. She noticed the way you and Grant would wrestle and touch each other, the looks and things that I did not and she found the gay porno in your room. I just thought it was teenage fantasy." He finished his drink in one swallow. Peter stood and walked around to the back of his fathers desk and leaning up against it he said "Dad, I love you and I hate you had to find out this way, I really do." Standing up and holding Peter by the shoulders at arms length, he said "Peter, you and Grant make me proud of you both and be careful that is all I ask. One thing for sure, you turned this around on me and damned skillfully. Maybe you better think of being a lawyer." He felt Peter melt into his arms and hug him tight. Just then a light tap on the door and Peter's mother opened the door. "Everything alright, may I come in?" Looking at his wife, Cochran told her that everything was fine and he would tell her all about it later. As his wife slipped her arm around him, he looked at Peter and said "don't you want to run down and see Grant? Bring him up if you like and we can have dinner with our other son." Peter beamed as he said "Yes sir, thank you sir, mother. " he ran from the room his heart about to explode. He loved his mom and dad and now they would love Grant. Peter raced across the back yards in the gather dusk of evening... ____________________________________________________________________________ Elliott had stopped at his apartment and packed some of his clothing to take over to Aaron's and was walking up the walkway as Peter was racing across the backyards to find Grant. ...