Skateboard Christmas 2015 by Kewl Dad
The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead unless otherwise indicated is a coincidence. This story contains sexual situations between an adult male and a teenage male though no explicite sex. This story is the property of the author Kewl Dad and should not be reproduced or reposted without his permission.
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I'd seen him around before, a hundred pounds or so of lightening fast muscle and bone with long hair and a "hell if I care" attitude. He often used the parking lot of my apartment building for his personal skateboard park and once or twice he came close to getting mowed down by one of the tenants.
I guessed him to be 13 or 14 as I watched him from the balcony of my apartment and I wondered where he came from. I knew he didn't live in my building or the ones close by, but it was a big complex and he could have lived in one of the units closer to the pool.
It was late December but the weather had been warm all fall and it looked like it was going to hold up through Christmas. That kind of sucked as far as I was concerned, I really wanted a white Christmas, but for Skateboard boy down there I'm sure it was awesome news.
I wondered what his name was and if he knew how cute he was. Surely he had to know. I could just imagine how the girls, or maybe even the boys, would react to his kind of beauty and athleticism. Maybe he didn't play football or shoot hoops but he got plenty of workout on that board of his.
Speaking of the board, I could tell it had seen better days. The only thing still new looking about it was the wheels which I figured he had to repace often as much as he used the thing. It was obvious he and the board had a history from the way he treated it and how much at home he looked on it. Maybe he didn't replace it because he loved it just the way it way. Maybe it was like a favorite pair of jeans or that tee shirt that you just couldn't throw out.
Today he was dressed in baggy denim jeans, a black tee, and a red and black hoodie with the hood over his head, but the zipper down like the kids liked to wear them. His shoes looked a little worse for wear too. They looked liked Vans or a knock off but they were faded looking and I could see a few scuffed places on them.
I watched with interest as he did a tricky manuever over a speed bump and when he was finished he kicked his board up, grabbed it neatly, then looked my way. For one brief moment our eyes were locked and I saw a hint of a grin on his cute face. I blushed beneath his stare, but it only lasted a moment then he was gone. I sat there for a long time hoping he'd reappear, but he never did. Finally when the sun started to go down the air got chilly and I went inside.
I was 30 and divorced and living alone for the first time in a long time. My marriage of five years had started out well enough but soon eroded until neither of us could stand it anymore. She asked for a divorce and I agreed. Since there were no kids it was an easy split and I have to say she was very fair about it.
I got to keep my car, my clothes and personal belongings, a TV and a stereo, and half the money we had (about a thousand bucks) and she got the rest...including the house and all the furniture. I borrowed enough to buy furniture and moved into a modest apartment and put that part of my life behind me.
When she filed for divorce she had said she still loved me but that she didn't understand me anymore. I knew what she meant, I didn't undestand me anymore either. I had once been so sure of who I was, but five years of marriage had made me a person I neither liked nor understood.
At times I thought about seeing a shrink, but in the end I decided I could never open myself up to that kind of probing. There were things I'd never told anyone before and I sure as hell couldn't tell a total stranger that I liked guys.
Yeah, that was my big secret and no doubt part of the reason my marriage fell apart. I never messed around on her, but I was tempted a bunch of times and every time it was a guy who tempted me. I guess in a way I thought that wouldn't have been cheating, that it only counted if I messed with another woman, but I was glad I stayed strong cause now it was one less thing to stress over and feel guilty about.
I had thought that once I moved out on my own I'd figure things out and maybe find a nice guy to share my life with, but in no way was I prepared for what gay life was really about. The one nighters (if they lasted that long) and the endless flakes and fakes almost drove me to a life of celibacy (or at least solitary gratification), but I was still young and not bad looking and I just kept trying.
I had never really had much experience with guys till I moved out on my own. I mean yeah, as a young teen I messed around with a few of my pals. You know, mutual jacking and the occasional dare of: I'll jerk yours if you'll jerk mine. There was even this one guy, Dirk was his name, who gave a couple of us guys a bj. Everyone said he was gay and laughed at him and made fun of him, but they didn't mind blowing their jizz down his throat once in a while. I didn't want to be like Dirk, but I knew I liked what we were doing and wanted to do more.
I dated from 8th grade all through high school, but only got laid once. That was with Cathy Shepard who was a year older than me and on the pep squad. But since she pretty much screwed any boy who'd let her, I didn't think it was that big a deal. Furthermore, I really didn't like it that much. She smelled like cigarettes and BO and her cunt was so stretched out that it was like throwing a hotdog down a rain gutter.
I met Pam in college but we didn't get serious until my senior year. She was a junior that year and we planned to get married as soon as she graduated. But things have a way of changing and Pam eventually dropped out of college to take a job at her father's publishing company and we got married three months after I graduated.
I landed a job with a big grocery wholesaler as an accountant and we saved for a year and bought a house. We had talked about kids in the beginning, but with both of us working it just never seemed fesiable which was a blessing considering the way things turned out. Although it would've been nice to have a kid, even if I only got cusotody every other week or whatever, but that boat had sailed as they say, and the bloodline would have to be carried on by my brother Cal, who had already produced two fine looking boys.
I fixed myself a sandwich and grabbed a beer and sat down in front of my 32" flat screen and surfed through the channels till I found a stupid movie on cable. I wasn't really in the mood to go out and I thought that this would have been one of those times when having a boyfriend or partner or whatever would have been nice. We could have dressed down, watched TV while we made out on the couch, then stumbled off to the bedroom and made love till we fell asleep.
I wasn't really watching the movie, just sort of watching at it when I heard some commotion coming from the parking lot. I jumped up and ran to the patio door and slid it open just as I heard a tirade filled with curse words wafting up to my balcony.
As I got closer I heard another voice that sounded like a young boy returning fire but without resorting to cursing. I knew in an instant what I would see when I got in position and sure enough standing just below my balcony was the kid with the skateboard.
The angry voice belonged to a women that I guessed to be in her late 30's or early 40's and she was livid with rage.
"Mother fucker you ever do that again and I will cut your balls off and feed them to you for lunch. You stupid selfish little prick. What the fuck is wrong with you?" she sounded crazy, but I could alos hear anguish in her voice.
"Mom stop, just stop please," the boy pleaded and I had a whole new respect for the kid, "I didn't do it. It wasn't me."
"Then who? Are you saying it was Edward? Just because you never like the men in my life, that's no excuse to blame them for your bad behavior."
"Mom, I swear on my father's grave. I..did...not...take...the grocery money. Look at me, do yo see anything new? I have the same worn out clothes and my board is almost as old as I am."
She seemed to calm down a bit, but she was still angry, "Well, maybe you used it for drugs. I should drag your sorry ass down to the clinic and have you UA'd."
UA'd, wasn't that a prison term? I'd seen kids on drugs before and I would have bet a week's wages that Skateboard boy down there never touched anything stronger than weed..if that.
"What am I going to do?" mom suddenly said sounding beaten, her fury flying away like a feather on the wind.
"I'm sorry mom," the kid said actually hugging her. She melted into him and patted him gently.
"Oh Jax, I'm so tired of living like this...." she said starting to sob now.
I felt like a voyeur standing there watching this little drama unfold, but I was touched by the tender way Jax, what a great name, had comforted his mom. My opinion of him went to the next level. He was not only beautiful and talented, he had a good heart. I wanted to do something, but like most people confronted with such a situation I had no clue how to even start.
Eventually Jax and this mom wandered off toward the back of the complex and I went back inside. I sat for a long time and thought about what I had seen and overheard and I felt very sad. It was almost Christmas and Jax and his mom didn't even have grocery money. And who was this Edward person? Some loser that mom had shacked up with? I felt worse for Jax, after all he was just a kid. Mom had made her bed and now she had to sleep in it, but Jax was an innoncent victim.
Jax, I Googled it. It's short for Jaxon. Jaxon is English and means: God has been gracious and Oh my God, had he ever. When he made this boy he created an angel on earth.
Wow, did I just think that? I mean isn't that a little creepy? No, no way. I wasn't perving on Jax, I was just making an observation based on the truth. He was a beautiful boy and from what I'd seen and heard an awesome person.
I fell into bed that night still thinking about Jax and his situation but I had no idea how to help him or his mom. I had a little money put away and a couple of credit cards with a zero balance, but how could I help without seeming pushy or creepy? And if this Edward person was stealing the grocery money how could I make sure he didn't steal whatever money I gave them?
No, that was crazy. It was none of my business. I finally drifted off to sleep but it was fitful. I awoke around 1 am and padded off to the bathroom on bare feet. I peed and decided to grab a snack. I'd been a late night snacker all my life, even as a kid, and I kept a wide assortment of snacks handy.
I grabbed a glass of milk and a handful of cookies and for some reason I wandered out onto the balcony. The temp had dropped to around 50 and the wooden floor was cold against my bare feet but otherwise I was fine. I took a deep breath of the crisp night air and looked out across the parking lot and that's when I saw him.
I did a double take and closed my eyes, but when I looked back he was still there. Sitting under the awning of the clubhouse/office was Jax and he looked so small and lost and alone that I felt tears run down my face.
I went back inside and dressed quickly not even bothering to grab a jacket. I was running on pure adrenaline now and hadn't had time to think about what I was doing or what I would say when I got there, but I was on a mission and nothing could hold me back.
I ran downstairs but slowed as I exited the stairwell. I didn't want to alarm him or scare him off and the walk over gave me time to think of what I was going to say.
He looked up as I approached and I saw his body tense up, then suddenly he went limp as if giving up and his head dropped to his chest. I could sense the dispair and sadness in him and my heart broke as I sat down beside him.
"Hey, what's up buddy?" I said gently, "You okay?"
He shrugged, "I'm fine," he said sounding embarrassed, "Just can't go home right now....that's all."
"Ah, I see...trouble at home?"
He nodded, "Yeah, big trouble."
"Well...I know stranger danger and all that, but...." I left the words hanging and he looked up and smiled.
"I know you...you're not a stranger. You live up there, 212 right? You watch me boarding all the time. I feel like I kinda know you already."
I smiled, "Yeah, I'm Zach and you're Jax, right?"
If he was surprised I knew his name he didn't show it, "Yeah, Jaxon Alexander Hall to be exact. My dad was English."
"Was?" I asked hoping I wasn't being too intrusive. Then I remembered him swearing on his father's grave and I felt awful.
"Yeah, he died when I was nine. It's just me and my mom now...and whatever guy she takes up with. Right now it's a loser named Edward."
I nodded, "And he's the trouble at home?"
He nodded and sighed, "He's a fucking thief," he said angrily, then meekly added, "Sorry."
I laughed, "No worries, I've heard that word a few times. Well Jax, we can stay out here all night and get to know each other and freeze our nuts off, or we can go into my nice warm apartment and have a snack and get warmed up. Your choice."
I think the snack was the biggest incentive, but he didn't just jump up right away. Instead he felt me out a bit more.
"You're not a serial killer or one of those weirdos who kidnaps people and tortures them for fun are you?" he was grinning as he asked that so I decided to play along.
"If I was would I really tell you?"
"Guess not. You don't look like a serial killer anyway."
"But maybe a kidnapper?"
He shrugged, "As long as you don't off me, I guess I could live with being kidnapped, but you can forget the ransom," he said laughing.
"No one on earth has enough money to pay what you're worth," I said suddenly. It just slipped out, came straight from my heart, but I think it did more to cement our budding friendship than anything I could have said or done.
He smiled, "What kind of snack?"
"You name it, I'm a junk food junky..or I can fix you a sandwich or something. I keep lots of food around."
He stood up and dusted off his backside and offered his hand. I let him help me up and I dusted myself off and when I started for my apartment he was right beside me.
"You have a Challenger, don't you?" he said as we headed up the stairs, "A white one."
"Yeah, it's one of the few things I got in the divorce settlement along with the $350.00 a month payments," I chuckled. I was impressed that he knew as much about me as I knew about him.
"Cool, can we go for a drive later?"
I smiled, "Are you moving in or something?"
He laughed and it did my heart good to hear his soft teenage voice. "Maybe...you got a couch I can sleep on?" He asked as I let us in.
"Whoa, I'm sure there are laws against letting a 13 year old move in with a 3o year old divorced guy."
"13? Who's 13, I'm 16." he said sounding annoyed, "Wanna see my license?"
"16?" I doubted it, but giving him a good looking over I decided it was possible, but before I could continue he dug one of those wallets on a chain out and produced a State Driver's License that looked pretty new. It was his picture, though he looked a little older in a button up shirt with his hair combed and it said his birthday was January 15, 1999. That would make him almost 17.
"Holy crap, you don't look that old," I said studying the license carefully to make sure it wasn't a fake. It appeared genuine all right and as I looked back and forth between the picture and Jax I decided I had underestimated his age.
"Thanks, I guess," he said retrieving his license and tucking it back in his wallet.
"Come on, let's get that snack and we'll talk some more," I said ignoring his response. If only he knew what I was really thinking, that I liked the idea of him looking younger for some odd reason.
He followed me like a pup as I started off for my tiny kitchen and when I threw open the cabinet door to expose my larder he gasped as his eyes grew wide.
"O.M.G., you have a lot of crap in there. What's this? He said pulling out a package of Little Debbies.
"My favorite, Boston Cream Rolls, go ahead eat one, you'll be hooked too."
He grabbed one out of the package and opened it slowly then took a bite. The look on his face was priceless. "Mmmmm...yummy."
"Want a soda or some milk to wash it down with?"
"Milk's cool. I don't get milk too often."
Well, that almost broke my heart, but I tried not to show it. I poured him a tall glass of milk and pulled out some cookies and more Debbies and sat a bowl of fruit on the table. He finished his Boston Cream Roll and took a big drink of milk before grabbing a banana and slowly peeling it. I was dunking an oreo in my milk and watching him with interest when suddenly he started deep throating the banana causing me to almost choke on my own spit.
Was I imagining things or was he trying to be suggestive. He gave me a smile and took a bite of the banana and chewed it slowly. "What?" he said grinning lewdly.
"Nothing," I squeaked, "so...how long have you been skateboarding?" I asked anxious to move the conversation back to a safe path.
"Oh, well...since I was about 7. My dad bought me my first board and taught me how to skate. He was awesome. I still have that board."
"Uh, that one you use now?" I asked wondering if that's why he seemed so at home on his board.
"Naw, it's too small. The one I use now was a gift from...um, a friend of mine." He said pushing back a lock of long dark hair.
I tried not to stare, but up close his beauty was overwhelming. His eyes were the palest shade of grey and seemed to look right into my soul. His lips were pouty and so red he could have been wearing lipstick. He had a prominent chin and a cute nose that he twitched occassionally as if it itched and he was too shy to scratch it.
I let my eyes wander to his chest and what I could see of his stomach and he looked as fit as I had first imagined. Maybe he didn't have a six pack yet, but his body was muscled and well defined already. Years of boarding had turned his legs and arms into powerhouses and the rest of his body matched them.
"Do I have chocolate on my face or something," he said looking amused, "you keep staring at me."
"Sorry, I don't mean to be rude," I said looking away guiltily.
"I didn't say you couldn't look," he said unwrapping an oatmeal cream pie and downing it in three bites.
I smiled, "I guess I'm just curious about you," I said opening up a little, "maybe a little envious of your youth and your abilities."
He snorted, "Envious of me? Man, you must have one sad life if you want mine."
I blushed, "I'm sorry," I muttered.
"Hey, no worries. We're cool...right?" he said offering his fist to bump.
I bumped it and smiled, "So...what were your plans...before I came along?"
"Huh, oh...well...." he said looking as guilty as I had earlier, "I didn't just happen to pick that particular spot by accident...."
"Oh. OH!" I said understanding at last, "You were expecting me?"
He shrugged, "Sometimes you get up in the middle of the night and eat, right?"
I tilted my head and gave him a worried look, "Have you been stalking me?"
"Stalking is such an overused word, don't you think?"
"Then what's a better one?"
"Just observing, watching, sort of like what you were doing with me," he said smugly.
I nodded in defeat, "Guilty as charged. I guess you might be worried that I'm a pervert or something."
"Another overused word. When it comes down to it, isn't everyone a little perverted? I mean who decides what's normal and what's perverted?"
I shrugged, "Beats me, I just go with the flow I guess."
"Naw...you don't. You like guys, don't ya." It was more of a statement than a question.
Busted and I had no cute come back."And how do you know that?"
"I've seen em' come in with you and they usually stay a long time...or all night. I don't think they're just watching TV or something," he said grinning.
"You are stalking me," I laughed, "are you obsessed with me?"
He shrugged, "Are you obsessed with me?" he said handing it back to me.
"Curious maybe, not obsessed," I admitted.
He was quiet for a while then reaching for another banana he grinned mishcieviously. "You should have seen your face when I deep throated that banana."
"I didn't notice," I lied.
"Liar, you nearly came in your pants...didn't you?"
I had nothing so I kept quiet.
"Sorry, just bustin your balls. You can tell me to go and I won't blame you."
"Why would I do that? I'm enjoying your company."
He peeled the banana but this time he just ate it slowly without theatirics. As he chewed he looked around the room then turned to check out the living room. "Is that sofa comfy?"
"I like it, why?"
"Ever let anyone sleep on it?"
"My nephew once, why?"
"Oh?" he said raising an eyebrow, "You have a nephew?"
"Two actually, Josh is 8 and Skyler is 10, it was Skyler that spent the night when Josh was sick and in the hospital. I kept him for a few days so my brother and sister-in-law could stay by Josh's side."
"Oh, that was cool." Any idea of insinuating anything perverted flying out the window.
"He's a sweet kid. He had a really hard time while his brother was sick. They're very close and he was afraid Josh was going to die or something."
"Poor kid. I wish I had a brother though....someone to share things with, but it would suck for him to have to go through the same crap I do."
"I'm sorry your life is so rough right now, but look at it like this..in a couple of years you'll be free to do whatever you want."
"Yeah, sure...with what? I don't have a college fund and I'm not smart enough for a scholarship so I guess I can go to work slinging hamburgers and live in a crappy little apartment somewhere on the Northside."
"Or you can get the best education you can and work your way up from slinging burgers to running the joint."
He laughed, "Is that what you did?"
"Well, actually I have a degree in accounting. I'm not getting rich, but I do okay."
He snorted, "See...you need a degree just to get a get by job."
"There's always tech schools. You could work days and go to school at night. A lot of firms hire people who go to tech school. Computers are big now."
"All I know how to do is board, if I could get a job doing that...that would be the best."
I shrugged, "If you're that good no reason you can't. You can do whatever you want, you just have to believe in yourself."
"Thanks oh great one," he laughed, "this grasshopper will remember that."
I laughed with him, "Sorry. You don't need my bullshit..do you?"
"Actually..it's cool. I know you mean well," he said grinning, "So..can I try out the couch tonight or are you gonna make me sleep on the sidewalk?"
"What would your mom say?"
"She'd say.....I'm glad you found a place to sleep where its warm and safe. Despite what you think, she does care about me."
"Hey, I didn't say she didn't. Okay, you can stay, but no monkey business and no stealing from me."
"Forget it," he said jumping up, "if you have to say that then you don't know me at all. I'm not a thief."
He was half way to the door before I could react but he only half-heartedly resisted when I begged him to stay.
"I'm sorry, it was a joke. I tell that to all my...uh, friends who come over....."
"Well, just so you know. My mom's boyfriend stole our grocery money to buy booze and now we got nothing to eat till mom gets paid next week."
"Ouch, Im sorry. I could lend you some money...."
He frowned, "And how would I pay it back? I'm not exactly rolling in money you know."
"I'm sorry..I didn't mean to make things worse. I seem to be saying all the wrong things....."
"It's all good. Hey, think I could take a shower? I'm a little ripe," he said sniffing his pits and for some reason that excited me.
"Uh, sure....I'll grab some towels and you can shower while I make up the couch."
I handed him two towels and a wash cloth and he went off to the bathroom while I pulled sheets from the linen closet. I heard the toilet flush a few times and guessed he was doing his business before he showered.
I carried the bedding back to the living room and after a few minutes I heard the shower running and Jax singing. I couldn't make out the words, but he had a nice voice and seemed to be in perfect tune.
I made up the bed and cleaned up our mess in the kitchen and when I stepped back into the living room Jax was exiting the bathroom dressed only in baggy boxer shorts and carrying the rest of his clothes including his shoes and socks.
I must've looked strange and I hoped my mouth wasn't wide open, but dressed as he was he was even more beautiful than before.
"Oh, hi. Thanks, I smell a lot better now," he said making no mention of his state of dress or my reaction to it.
"No problem, well...I'm gonna go back to bed. Fortunately I'm off the weekend so we can sleep late...or whatever...." I said trailing off toward the end.
"Gotta be up by ten, can you wake me if I'm not up by then?"
"Oh, sure I'll set the alarm. Well, goodnight. There's an extra blanket on the back of the couch if you get cold."
"I won't I usualLy kick the covers off before morning. I'm hot natured."
God are you ever? I almost yelled.
"Well, goodnight Jax. See you in the morning."
"Nite Zach, and thanks again."
I exited before I could do or say anything stupid and headed to my bedroom. I closed the door partway and stripped down to my boxer briefs and plowed under the covers. I was asleep almost instantly.
When I woke up a while later I knew something was different but it took me a minute to figure out what. The first thing I noticed was that my door was fully open now and light was streaming in from the hallway. I could see from the one small window near my bed that it was still dark outside so I knew it wasn't morning yet. Suddenly I panicked. Was Jax a thief after all and looking for my wallet or the family jewels? (only family jewels I had were between my legs) but you get what I mean.
I rolled over and almost crushed him. Yeah, the little stink had climbed into bed with me at some point and I'd been too busy worrying if he was robbing me to realize a living breathing Angel was laying beside me sleeping soundly.
When I rolled into him he sighed but didn't wake and I backed off quickly. I lay there watching him sleep for a long time as his chest rose and fell listening to his soft breathing and enhaling his sweet scent. Was I falling in love with this boy? I had never been with anyone as young as him nor I had ever met anyone as beautiful as this Angelic creature that lay beside me.
I didn't exactly know what to think of these new feelings but I did know that despite my attraction there was no way anything could ever happen between us, even if he was interested, which I doubted. Still it was nice to be near him and to gaze upon his beauty even if only for a while. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice his eyes were open until he spoke.
"Hi, sorry....I hope you don't think I'm trying some monkey business," he said grinning.
I had to laugh, "Well, I don't see any bananas, so I guess we're okay."
He laughed and it was a sweet sound to my ears, "I couldn't stretch out on the couch, that's all. I was uncomfortable," he said blushing.
The couch was long enough for my 6'1" frame so I knew his 5'6" would have fit easily, but I didn't dispute his word. I didn't know what his real motive was for climbing into my bed, but only a monster would kick a beautiful boy like Jax out of bed.
"So, you're cool sleeping with a gay man?" I teased.
"Who says I haven't done it before?" he said grinning evily.
"Whoa, not me. Anyone I know?"
He just shrugged, "If it bugs you I can go back to the couch."
"I don't mind. It was just a surprise when I woke up and found you there. I almost squashed you when I rolled over."
"Yeah, really? I'm a sound sleeper. You could've done more than that and I probably wouldn't have woke up."
"Then what did wake you?" I asked curiously.
"I felt your eyes on me," he giggled.
I rolled those eyes, "Yeah, right and next you'll be telling me you can read my mind."
"Oh, that's easy. Let me see....you think I'm cute and it surprises you that you find me..ummm....sexy...right?"
I must've blushed or looked funny because he shook his head and gave me a I told you so look.
"I'm a man, you're a boy...it is sort of uncomfortable to think of you that way."
He shrugged, "I get that, but I'm not really a boy...I'm 16 and I'm not innocent if that's what you're thinking."
I laughed, "Yeah, I bet you've done some evil things in your short life."
"Not evil exactly, just not innocent....not kid stuff."
"What else am I thinking?"
"You're wondering why I'm really here...in your bed I mean."
Man, he was batting a thousand. "Well...if I am then why don't you tell me.? Why are you in my bed?"
He sighed, "Promise you won't get mad?"
"Promise, I don't get mad very easy."
"Okay, here goes. I...was....lonely. I needed to feel someone warm beside me."
I was shocked but pleased at his answer and what's more I understood exactly what he meant. "Yeah, I get that. Sometimes I wish I was still married. Maybe the sex wasn't so good but the snuggling was awesome."
"How come you don't just find a boyfriend and have him move in with ya?"
I laughed at his naivity. "I wish it was that easy. Most guys just want to get a nut, excuse my vulgarity, and don't want any strings attached. They get horny, they get off, they leave."
"Oh, too bad. So...maybe you should run an ad or something. I mean I see stuff like that all the time on Craigslist."
"What are you doing looking at Craigslist?" I chucked. "Looking for a hot date?"
He shrugged, "Just curious, that's all."
"Ah, okay. Well, as a matter of fact I have posted there and no matter what my post says I still get the same kind of guys I meet in the clubs."
"And you get a lot of those," he said grinning. "I've counted 5 since I started watching you."
"Stalking you mean. Are you jealous?" I teased.
"Maybe," he said causing me to search his face for any hint of sincerity, "I wouldn't mind having a friend like you."
"As far as I'm concerned we are friends, we bumped fists right?"
He laughed, "Yeah, I guess we are and here we are sleeping together on our first date."
"I move fast," I teased back.
"So do I get a kiss?" he said grinning.
"I don't kiss on the first date," I teased, "maybe some hand holding or snuggling though."
He surprised the hell out of me by reaching over and grabbing my hand and holding it in his warm firm grip. "Well, that's a start."
I didn't know what to say. Was I being seduced by a sixteen year old boy or was he just a child looking for love and acceptance? Either way it felt nice laying there holding hands and pretty soon Jax was storing softly.
I watched him sleep for a long time before I finally drifted off to sleep and I didn't wake again till morning.
Sunlight was streaming through the window and I batted my eyes in defense. I rolled onto my side expecting to see Jax laying there, but his pillow was empty. Had I dreamed the whole thing? I grabbed the pillow and sniffed it and found his wonderful scent still lingered there. No, he was real all right, but where was he?
I got up slowly and headed to the bathroom half way expecting him to be there, but it was empty. I took a much needed pee and washed my face and hands and went looking for my noctunral visitor, but he was nowhere to be found.
Glancing at the clock in the living room I noted that it was 9:30. I'd set the alarm for 9:45 because he had said he needed to be up by ten, but apparently he had woke up on his own. I was about to go back to my bedroom to get dressed when I saw a note on my kitchen counter.
I smiled as I picked it up. It was from Jax of course and read:
Thanks for letting me crash last night. I had to be somewhere at 10 so I got up early. I slept really good :). I want to see you again...if it's okay....maybe later today.
P.S. I ate some Poptarts and drank some milk, hope that was okay.
I held the note against my heart as I pictured him standing there writing it that morning. I wished I'd woke up or he had woke me up. It would have been nice to have breakfast with him and to have seen him once more before he left for his date or whatever.
I dressed and fixed a quick breakfast and tidied up the place in hopes Jax really would come back. I missed him already and I'd ony met him last night. It was weird sometimes how things happened. I'd never felt this way before with any of the guys I'd ever dated. It wasn't about sex with Jax, yeah, that was the difference. It was about spending time with him and maybe helping him and his mom, even though I had no clue how to do that part yet.
I felt an empty spot inside me that I didn't know how to fill. I tried everything, but in the end I wound up sitting on my balcony and watching for Jax to return. It was pushing six o'clock before he finally reappeared but he seemed in no hurry to visit me again. Instead he was boarding in front of my apartment as he had done a hundred times before.
If he saw me at all he didn't acknowledge it and my heart sank like a rock tossed in the ocean. Had he just needed me for that one night and now things were better at home and he was back to his old habits? I wanted to shout at him or at least wave, but my stubborn foolish pride got in the way. Eventually he did look my way and give me a little smile, but that was enough to keep me hanging on hoping for the best.
He disappeared a few minutes later and I went inside to mope some more. I considered fixing some dinner, but I really wasn't that hungry despite the fact that I hadn't eaten since midmorning so I just sat down and waited.
Around seven there was a loud tapping at the door, the sound of wood on wood, and when I opened it Jax stood there looking as beautiful as ever, his skateboard in his hand.
"Hi, miss me?" He said grinning.
"And who are you again?" I teased.
"Jax, Jax, remember the angel Jax? I fell from Heaven, but it didn't hurt," he said dead pan.
"Come in Angel. Are you hungry? Cause I'm starved. How does pizza sound?"
"Yes, and great as long as there's pepperoni on it." he said stepping inside. He placed his board against the closed door and followed me into the living room. I grabbed my phone and called in a large stuffed crust pepperoni at Pizza Hut and turned to see him shucking off his hoodie.
"I'm staying all night if it's okay," he announced as if it was a regular thing.
"Is your mom still okay with it?"
"Dunno, she's gone...her and Edward. Haven't been home all day...so, I decided they can't be too worried about me."
"Any idea where they might have gone?"
"Vegas?" he said laughing, "Naw, don't have a clue. Where do broke adults go?"
I shrugged, "I don't know. Well, till they come back you're welcome to stay here." I said committing myself easily.
"So...really...did you miss me today?"
I smiled, "A little maybe. I would have liked to have said goodbye this morning."
"Cool, I get that. Next time I'll wake ya. I slept really good last night and when I got up to pee I decided to just get dressed and go ...." He sort of trailed off and I wondered where it was he went.
"Did you have a hot date or something?" I teased.
"You sound like my mom...I don't need another mom," he scolded.
"Okay, okay," I said holding up my palms in surrender, "sue me for caring."
"Hey, sorry...didn't mean to shit in your cornflakes. I get that you're an adult and adults are nosy."
"Nosy? Maybe I'm just curious. Or maybe I care about you. I know that's crazy since we just met...well... for real, but I felt like I knew you already."
"From perving on me while I was riding my board?" he teased.
"Watching, not perving. I mean it was pretty hard not to watch. Besides, I had to make sure you didn't get run down by one of the tenants."
"What would you have done, called 911 or come down and scrape me up off the pavement," he joked.
"Took pictures for your lawsuit."
"Did you? Take pics of me I mean?"
"No, I never did." Though I had thought about it a hundred times.
"You can if you want. Take some right now," he said sounding excited, "I'll pose for you..just no nudes....not yet anyway," he added giggling.
I grabbed my phone, eager for a photo op with my new friend and he started hamming it up for me. I took about a dozen pics and of course he insisted on seeing all of them. He practically climbed on me as he pulled the phone his way and thumbed thorough the pics.
In the process his face came very close to mine, so close in fact that I could smell his breath. It smelled of gum and boy spit and it made me a little dizzy. Then before I could react he leaned in and kissed my lips. It was a quick kiss but to me it was the most amazing kiss I had ever experienced.
He leaned back and smiled nervously, "Well, technically this is our second date."
"What?" I stuttered still reeling from the kiss.
"You said you didn't kiss on the first date, well....this is our second date."
"Oh, yeah...YEAH," I said smiling.
"So....how was it?"
"Well, it was over kind of quick," I said hoping for more.
He frowned and flashed his grey eyes at me and I felt weak in my knees. "Then let's try it again."
"Well...if you want....."
He leaned in and I met him half way. Our lips met. His were soft and wet but he offered no tongue at this point. It was a sweet kiss, but exciting and arousing as well. The tent in my jeans attested to that fact.
He pulled back and looked into my eyes and smiled nervously, "Well....was that better?"
I drew in a sharp breath, "Where do I begin? It was....amazing. Sweet yet..ummm...erotic," I said blushing, "Where did you learn to kiss like that?"
He shrugged, "Here and there," he said sounding embarrassed, "Was it really good?"
"Good doesn't come close. On a scale from one to ten, I'd say it was a solid 9."
"Only a nine," he pouted, "what do I got to do to make it a ten?"
"I think you know," I said sighing.
We were interrupted by a knock on the door and I jumped up to answer it. It was the pizza guy and I paid him and tipped him five. He was all smiles as he thanked me and I closed the door behind him.
"Let's eat Jaxon," I said grinning. He could stew while we ate and maybe he'd come up with the right answer.
We sat the pizza on the coffee table and I got us sodas and we watched a movie on Netflix while we ate. He ate in silence for a long time then suddenly he laid his pizza down and took a drink of soda and turned to me with a serious look on his face. "Tongue, right? It needed tongue."
I cracked up laughing and he looked at me like I was crazy. "Tongue? Well, maybe. We could see if that was it."
"Okay, but not till after we eat....and brush our teeth."
I laughed again, "Did you bring your toof brush?"
"Actually....." he said digging something out of his pocket, "I bought a new one today."
Or stole it, I dared to think, then pushed that thought from my mind.
"So, what else did you do today?"
"Robbed a 7-11, mugged an old lady, shot up with dope," he said sounding exasperated, "Why do you think I did anything else?"
"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry," I said feeling hurt.
He sat in silence for a moment then turned to me. His facial features had softened and he looked embarrassed. "No, it's okay. It's me. I just get the third degree at home so much and sometimes I forget that not everyone is prying, that some people actually care."
"I do care," I sad gently and he nodded. Was that a tear in his eye. Naw, must be the light.
"Do you...oh God this is so lame.... "he said closing his eyes and shaking his head as if to clear it, "I was wondering....do you...(sigh) likemeasmuchasIlikeyou. There I said it." He rattled the last part off so fast that it took me a moment to absorb what he had said, but when I did I was quick to answer.
"I think I like you more," I said from the heart, "I know it's crazy...I'm an adult and you're....well 16, but I like you a lot...maybe even too much for my own good."
He smiled, "You do? Man, I knew it. You love me don't you?"
"Don't push it," I warned smiling to hide the fact that he had hit the nail right on the head.
"Okay, okay..but you like me a lot, right?"
"Yeah, I do. I have since the first time I saw you on your board dodging cars and jumping the curbs."
"So..you like me for my talent, not for me?" He said testing me.
"No, it's a package deal. I like the whole package."
"This package?" he said grabbing himself. My eyes darted to his crotch and I blushed. "Made ya look," he giggled.
"I meant that I like all of you, how you look, how you sound, how you act, and yes...how you tackle that board like you were born on it. I'm envious but not jealous."
He finished his pizza, wiped his hands on a napkin, then swallowed the rest of his soda. "Gonna go brush my teeth. Hurry up slowpoke."
I swallowed the rest of my pizza, guzzled down my soda, and followed him into the bathroom. He was already brushing, frothing at the mouth like a rabbid dog, and I had to laugh. I felt giddy and bold and I moved up behind him and put my arms around his waist and held him while he finished brushing. He felt so warm and solid and his scent was intoxicating. I never knew till I met him what a young teen smelled like or how exciting that scent was, but I would never forget such a lesson.
When he spit we swapped places, but to my dismay he didn't hug me as I had him. I felt foolish and embarrassed. Had I gone too far? Was he just teasing me back there in the living room?
I rinsed and spit and grabbed a bottle of mouthwash and did him one better. As soon as I sat it down he picked it up and checked the label.
"This contains alcohol, I can't drink alcohol, I'm a minor," he teased.
"You don't need it anyway. In fact I bet your breath smelled good before you brushed."
"Thanks, but I have this thing about brushing. Ever since my dad bought me my first toothbush...." He didn't need to go on, I knew exactly what he was saying.
Once again I felt bold or maybe it was just a gut instinct, but whatever it was I turned and hugged him to me. He melted into me and I knew I had done the right thing.
He turned his head upward and I leaned down and kissed him. This kiss was different from the start. His lips were wetter and he seemed greedier. His mouth opened for me and before I could offer my tongue his darted out like a little fish and I met him with mine.
We kissed for a long time, our tongues exploring as much as our hands were. His back was as muscled as the rest of him and after a while I dared to let my hands wander lower until they rested at the swell of his perfect buttocks. He didn't seem to mind and in fact mocked my actions rather quickly.
When we finally broke for air, I stared down into those amazing grey eyes and he smiled nervously.
"Well, how was it this time?"
"11 or 12," I said sighing.
His smile said it all."Okay, then let's go finish the movie." He said as he broke free and skipped off leaving me to stare after him.
I had no base of experience to compare his actions against. I didn't remember being that flighty when I was 16, but by then I'd already figured out I liked boys and was trying to get in as many boys pants as possible. I didn't kiss or play games, I just liked to suck and fuck and took every opportunity to improve my skills.
I found him surfing through 'My List' on Netflix and I held my breath. I good number of my favorites were gay-themed movies and Netflix had a bunch of them. He landed on one called Another Gay Movie and my face went red.
"What's this one, is it funny?"
"Well, yeah. At least I thought it was...."
"Can we watch it?"
"Are you sure you want to?"
"Sure, why not?"
So we watched it sitting side by side and if I wasn't embarrassed enough he kept asking me questions about things they said or terms he didn't know. After a while I began to think he was just putting me on, that he knew the answers, but just wanted to embarrass me.
I had to admit he laughed at all the right places and we did have a good time watching the movie. When it ended he jumped up and announced he was going to go take a shower. I sat waiting for him trying to digest all that happened, but the more I thought I knew what was happening the more unsure I was.
Eventually he returned wearing a pair of plaid boxer shorts that looked a size too small for him. I noticed his package, the one he'd grabbed earlier, for the first time, but I'm no judge of 16 year old junk, so I couldn't tell if it is was avearage or huge. He turned as if to show off for me and I got a good look at that cute butt I'd come close to squeezing earlier.
I couldn't help but stare, and it's not just a gay thing. My ex wife told me she liked men's butts and I've since read that it's one of the first things women notice about a man. The other thing being his smile...ha..got ya. I'd seen my share of male bottoms but even clothed I could tell everyone of them would pale in comparison to Jax's sweet tush.
"God, are you staring at my butt now?" He teased.
"You can call me Zach when we're alone," I joked.
It took him a minute to get the joke then he sniggered, "Very funny. Well, are you gonna take a shower or come to bed all stinky?"
"Damn you sure are pushy, worse than my ex wife," I said laughing.
"But you like it..right?"
I shrugged, "Yeah, actually I do. I'll just go take a shower now." I said meekly.
I showered and shaved and dressed in clean boxer briefs and found Jax already stretched out in my bed. I guess there was no pretense tonight. No need to start out on the couch, save the middle man and all that.
"Well, you look comfy."
"Yep, I'm naked under the covers."
"What? Huh uh," I said looking around for his discarded boxers.
"You wish," he snorted.
I was so confused, so frustrated, and most of all desperate. Desperate to figure this boy out and find out what he wanted from me. I was his and I think he knew it, the question was: Now what?
I climbed into bed and turned out the lamp beside the bed and he immediately moved closer, not full body contact, but I could feel his foot against mine and a feather light touch of his thigh and shoulder against mine. But that was enough to get me excited and wanting more of him.
The kiss had been magical and I wanted more or it. I didn't even think about the consequences of loving a 16 year boy, I just knew that if it was what he wanted I would gladly give myself to him.
"So....we've kissed now, what's next?"
"What do you mean?" I said not trusting myself to answer such a question.
"You said you liked kissing and snuggling, do you want to snuggle now?"
God yes, I want you on me so close there's not enough room for a piece of paper between us. "I don't mind if you don't," I said trying not to sound too anxious in case he was testing me again.
He didn't answer, instead he turned on his side and scooted against me pressing his hot hard teenage body against me all along my side then throwing his arm over my tummy and hugging me to him. God, I was in Heaven. If a heart attack had felled me right then they'd have buried me with a smile on my face.
I shivered as if I was freezing but I had the presence of mind to take his hand in mine and hold it against me. Sighing contentedly I brought his hand to my lips and kissed it like he was royalty. Which as far as I was concerned he was, King of all boys all over the world, and he was mine, if only for the moment.
"Feels good, huh?" He said sounding sleepy and content.
"Very good, the best."
"So...do you love me now?"
"I always have," I confessed. "Is that okay?"
"Sure, just don't hurt me...okay?"
My heart broke for him. Had someone else loved him and hurt him before?"
"Never, I will never hurt you. You may hurt me though before whatever this is is over."
"No, I won't," he said stubbornly, "I would never do that to anyone, but I had to be sure you were the one."
What was he saying? Had he been planning this a long time?
"The one?" I said between kisses on his sweet fingers.
"The one that will love me forever." he said as if dealing with a difficult child, "You know, just like what you've been looking for."
"But....you're so young....."
"Shhhh....." he sighed, "let's not worry about that. If two people love each other that shouldn't matter."
Unless the cops get wind of it or some protective mother and her shiftless boyfriend.
I sighed, "I don't think I have any choice in the matter anyway. My heart seems to be doing the thinking for a change. Usually it's my little head that does all the thinking."
He giggled, "I know. But those guys weren't right for you. You need someone who will love you back and be there for you when you need them."
That was true, but how could a 16 year old boy still living with mom be there for me?
"I'm sort of tired," I said at last, "maybe we should sleep on it."
"Okay," he said yawning, "I'm tired too. It was a long day."
This time when I woke up my Angel was right beside me. He was snoring softly and there was a little drool in the corner of his mouth. Isn't it weird that stuff like that is cute when you love someone. I lay there watching him sleep for long time before my aching bladder drove me out of bed.
I was just shaking the last few drops off when the drooling Angel stumbled in scratching his balls like your typical male.
"Morning Jax," I said happily.
"Morning," he mummbled, "Can we go for that ride in your car today?"
"Sure, how about we go out for breakfast, my treat. How does Denny's sound?"
"Ummm, fine. I've never been there but I've heard of it."
"Oh, you are in for a real treat then. I was raised on Denny's and I never get tired of it."
"We don't eat out a lot," Jax said taking his place at the toilet.
I didn't want him to think I was trying to sneak a peak so I kept my back to him the whole time as I washed my hands and face at the sink. When I turned to dry my hands he was half turned shaking the most lovely cock I had ever seen on a male in my life. I didn't know much about 16 year old junk, but I could tell his was definitely nice.
"Think I could drive it some time...I mean some place where it's not too busy. I'm a good driver, not like most teenagers," he said grinning.
Holding his lovely penis and shaking it at me as he was I would have granted him any wish. "I....don't see why not. I have good insurance. I know a place where there's not a lot of traffic."
"K, well...gonna go get dressed then. Something wrong?" he said grinning as he tucked his junk away.
"No...nothing....just not a morning person. Takes me a while to get going."
"Oh, okay. Well, take your time," he said starting for the bedroom, "We got all day."
So we had all day? That was good news. I was already attached like velcro to Jax and I wondered if he knew just how hooked I was.
I got dressed in record time and by the time I was ready to go so was Jax. I noticed he left his skateboard, a sure sign that he was coming back with me, and he seemed to be in a really good mood as we headed out the door.
I wondered where his mother and Edward were and why he was taking their absence so lightly. Was this a common thing with them, or was he just stronger than most kids his age...more resilient maybe?
As we left the parking lot he was checking out the radio, surfing through the channels till he found one he liked. As it turned out it was one I often listened to. As Miley Circus sang Wrecking Ball he began to sing along and I got to hear his voice up close. He sang in perfect pitch and he seemed to know all the words. I was captivated by his voice and kept quiet the whole song holding my breath in awe.
"Wow, do you sing in a band or something?" I finally asked when the DJ came on hawking some car dearlership.
He shrugged, "Naw, but I like singing. I've made a few videos and posted them to YouTube. I'll give ya the link if you like."
"Definitely, you're really good. Has anyone ever told you just how good you are?"
He shrugged again, "My dad was a professional singer, I guess I got it from him."
"He was? Have I ever heard of him?"
"Probably not, it was in England when he was younger. He was in a couple of rock bands there. That's where my mom met him. She was on vacation and when it was time for her to come back he came with her. I guess it was love at first sight or something like that," he said grinning.
"Do you look like your dad?"
"Sorta, want to see a picture of him?" he said digging his wallet out.
I nodded and he handed me a worn wallet sized picture of a handsome middle aged man who bore a remarkable resemblance to the young man sitting next to me. They weren't a perfect match but they looked enough alike to make it evident that they shared the same DNA.
"He was a good looking guy, and so is his son," I said smiling. "I wish I could have known him...heard him sing maybe."
Jax put the picture away and stared out the window for a few minutes and I felt awful for him. Had I made things worse by bringing up his dad? I reached over and took his hand and he gripped it tightly and gave me a weak smile.
We drove on hand in hand and when we reached Denny's he seemed to be okay. He was all smiles as we went inside and once we were seated he was bubbling over with enthusiasm. He studied the menu carefully but I could tell he was conflicted about what to order. I finally asked him if he wanted me to order for us and he looked relieved.
I ordered two Grand Slams with bacon and a side of hash browns, iced tea for me and milk for him. As we waited he stared out the window with a faraway look on his face.
"Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah, fine....just thinking that's all."
"Okay, cool...I won't pry. God knows you probably get enough of that, but if there's anything I can do...or if you need someone to vent on, I'm here for you."
"Yeah, I know. It's nothing," he said looking at me with those haunting eyes of his.
"Okay, cool. So are you hungry?"
The waiter brought our drinks and Jax downed half of his milk as we waited for our food. When he brought our food the waiter refilled our glasses and we began to chow down. Jax was quiet except for an occassional favorable comment about the food and I agreed wholeheardedly. The food was great, but the companionship was even better. I didn't dine with anyone that often, most of my "friends" were only interested in sex and didn't hang around for breakfast, so it was nice to have someone to share with.
When we were finished he followed me to the car but I surprised him by tossing him the key fob. His eyes grew wide with excitement and as we climbed in he was laughing.
"You sure about this? I thought you were going to take me somewhere there was no traffic?"
"We'll drive there, it's not far. Go ahead, adjust everything to suit you and turn right out of the parking lot.
He was a good driver, just as he 's promised and I relaxed immediately. I could see the joy in his eyes and I remembered how much fun I'd had driving when I was his age. The Challenger had sort of recaptured that joy that I'd lost as I grew older and I couldn't even begin to imagine what Jax was feeling driving such 012a563-+ vbgv sporty car and at only 16 years of age.
"So where is this place? The one with no traffic?"
"Don't worry about it. Just drive wherever you want. I think you can handle anything that comes along."
"Really? All right! Can I take it on the freeway?"
"Sure, as long as you obey the speed limit."
He drove 60 most of the time accelerating to 65 a couple of times to pass, but he always settled back down to the speed limit. He was constantly looking around, and always used his turn signals. I didn't know if he was just being extra careful because I was in the car or if he was a naturally good driver, but I was happy either way.
Around noon he seemed to be tiring and I suggested we stop somewhere for a drink or some ice cream. He took the next off ramp and drove onto the city streets and it only took a few minutes to find a Sonic Drive-In. I ordered a Cherry Limeade and Jax a Sonic Blast, some holiday concoction that looked like Walt Disney had vomited, and we sat in the car and talked while we refreshed ourselves.
"So what next?"
"Mmmm...huh, oh...dunno. Guess I should go home and see if mom and Edward are back. I figure you got work tomorrow and I got school."
"Yeah, unfortunately it's back to the grind tomorrow. But on a lighter note, the weekend was fun....surprising, but fun."
"I surprised you huh? I bet you thought I was like some macho dude that gets lots of pussy, right?"
I blushed a little, but I admitted that I was surprised by the hand holding and the kissing. "I mean, even a lot of gay guys don't kiss that well. Some don't even like kissing at all. Crazy huh, they'll suck your dick, but kissing is too gay for them," I laughed.
"I think I'd rather kiss," he said looking a little put off.
"Ouch, did I say the wrong thing?"
He shrugged, "I know you probably think I'm a real sex God or something, but...truth is...I'm a virgin."
"Well, actually that's pretty cool. It's sort of refreshing in this day and age to find a 16 year old virgin. Good for you."
"Dude, it's lame. I'm the only virgin I know. And it's not cause I want to be, it's just that...well, It's just that I've never met anyone I wanted to....you know, do it with."
"Well, I don't know what to say.....no one, not one single person interests you?"
"Well...one does," he said grinning, "Someone I been wanting to get to know for a while now."
"Well, this guy...does he know you're interested?
"I don't know how he couldn't know, not after this weekend," he said blushing.
"What? Oh...OH! Me? You're talking about me?"
"Duh!" he laughed, "What did you think I was doing here all weekend?"
I sighed, "I'm not sure what I thought. I mean I just thought I was helping a kid in need or something."
"Oh," he said looking dejected, "so....you're not interested in me...I get it."
"Don't put words in my mouth Jax. I didn't say that, but this is not something I'm willing to just jump into. It's scary, not to mention illegal."
"No, it's not illegal. I'm 16 almost 17 and the age of consent in this state is 16. I looked it up."
"Unfortunately, the age of consent is for heterosexuals and...if a parent really pushed it they can say the kid was coerced or raped and surprisingly enough the kid usually looses the right to consent."
"My mom could care less what I do, but I get what you're saying. I'm too young to have sex, but not too young to kiss or hold hands. I don't get it."
"Well, I guess you got me there. I shouldn't have done those things either, but you're pretty hard to resist dude. I mean you are like....the most beautiful person I have ever met."
"Yeah, right," he snorted.
"No, I mean it. I haven't been sitting on my balcony watching you for the last few weeks for nothing."
"Perv," he laughed, "So if I'm so...beatuiful," he said shaking his head from side to side, "then how can you resist me?"
"Didn't say I could."
He laughed, "So...what's the problem?"
"Didn't say there was one."
"Man, you're driving me crazy. First you're afraid of going to jail, then you tell me how beautiful I am, and that's there's no problem and that you can't resist me...what the hell man?"
I laughed, "I think we need to think this thing out, that's all. I mean you have as much to lose as I do...maybe more."
"Do you really want your first time to be with a guy twice your age?"
"Why would that matter? It's not like you're ancient or ugly or anything. You're actually pretty hot. Don't let it go to your head or anything, but I never felt this way with anyone before."
"Neither have I," I said softly then taking his hand.
"I'm not saying we have to like go back and do it right now, I'm just saying, think about it...Okay?"
I looked into those haunting grey eyes and nodded, "How could I not think about it? It's like....like a dream or something...a wonderful dream. I don't know if I can go any further, but what we have right now is pretty nice."
"Okay, I can live with that...for now, but I'm not sure how long I can wait."
"So, you're saying that you don't want to be my friend if I'm not willing to go all the way?"
"I didn't say that, I'm just saying you may not be the first if we wait too long."
I don't know why that hurt, but it did. Was he just playing me or was he serious.?0
1"I can't promise anything, but I'll understand if someone else come42s along."
"Oh shit dude, I'm bluffing. I don't want anyone but you and if I gotta wait, then I'll wait."
I smiled and squeezed his hand, "Jerk."
"Cock teaser," he said grinning.
"Let's head back before your mom sends out the bloodhounds."
"Okay," he sighed, "but this isn't over."
I laughed, "I didn't think it was."
When we got back to the apartment Jax climbed out and waited on the sidewalk for me. "I should go. I'll see you around, okay?" he said jamming his hands in his pockets.
"Jax," I said as he turned to go.
He swung around and looked at me anxiously, "Yeah."
I shrugged, "I....thanks for an amazing weekend."
"Yeah, back at ya, it was fun. Well....better go. Later dude."
"What about your skateboard?" I said quickly. Any excuse to keep him a minute longer.
"Oh, yeah. Might need that."
He walked up with me and grabbed his board and I held my breath hoping for one last kiss before he left. He grabbed the door knob and started to open the door then spun quickly and gave me a peck on the cheek. It wasn't exactly what I had been hoping for, but it was nice and I was grinning as he let himself out. I watched him from the door as he zoomed down the stairs then threw his board down and quickly disappeared. I closed the door and leaned against it for a long time with my eyes closed.
I puttered around cleaning up the little messes we'd made and tossed a bunch of dirty laundry in a basket and walked downstairs to the laundry. As I sat there waiting for my wash to finish I thought about what Jax was offering. Sure there were risks, but wasn't life full of risks? And if his mother was really as disconnected from him as it seemed, she was probably not a danger to us.
But what would it really be like? I was twice his age, we were from two different generations, and yet it seemed we had a lot in common just from the brief time we were together. When he was 21 I'd be 35. I sighed, the math wasn't helping. Besides if we did start something it probably wouldn't last that long anyway. Once he lost his virginity and got some self confidence he'd probably move on. And what would that be like? Dumped once again. I sighed, it was a lose lose situation no matter what.
When my laundry was done I dropped it off upstairs and decided to take a walk and get some fresh air to clear my head. I found myself walking in the direction Jax had gone earlier but there were at least six other units beyond the four on this side of the quantrant. I lingered in the little play area by the pool and retied my shoes and looked around. There was no one out and about despite the nice weather and very little traffic.
I considered walking past every apartment hoping to see Jax, but finally decided that was a little creepy. I'd accused him of stalking and now it was me doing the stalking. Instead I walked back to my apartment and watched a movie on Netflix then turned in early. My bed felt empty, but Jax's unique scent still lingered on his pillow and with that hugged up to me I finally fell asleep.
The week passed slowly with no sign of Jax. I figured he had come to his senses and moved on, but I was glad for what time we had together. I had even quit sitting on the balcony. It was too painful waiting for him to show each day and I just couldn't do that to myself any more.
It was Friday again and I had the weekend off as usual but unlike last weekend I had nothing to look forward to. I had considered going out to the bars and seeing if I could stir up something, but after being with Jax a one nighter with some sex hungry guy didn't seem appealing.
Instead I chilled a bottle of wine and called in a pizza and put on a gay themed movie on Netflix. I was halfway through the wine but hadn't eaten much of the pizza when there was a knock on the door. I guess I knew all along who it would be but when I opened the door and saw Jax standing there I was still so excited I was shaking.
"Hi, what's up? Did you miss me?" he said grinning.
"Naw, not much. What was your name again?" I teased.
"Damn man have you already moved on?" he said frowning.
"No, but I thought you had," I admitted as I ushered him in and closed the door, "are you hungry, I have pepperoni pizza."
"Starved, but first we need to talk," he said sounding serious.
"Oh, okay...." I said shaking with fear that he had moved on and this was a dear John visit.
"First, I haven't been around all week cause I was out of town. I didn't just forget you or whatever if that's what you think."
I shrugged, "I'm sorry I just thought...."
"That I lied?" he said looking hurt, "Dude, I wasn't just running my mouth. I like you a lot, and I want to be your friend...maybe even boyfriend, but I.....I had to go with my mom to my grandma's funeral," he said as tears ran down his cute face.
"Oh Jax, I'm so sorry," I said moving closer and wrapping him up in a hug.
He buried his head in my chest and sobbed quietly for a moment then pulled up and gave me a weak smile. "She was a nice old lady, I loved her a lot. She used to bake me Ranger Cookies and serve them with hot cocoa with whipped cream in it," he said laughing softly, "She was a really good cook and her house always smelled like sugar and spice."
"Was that where your mother and Edward were when you couldn't find them?"
He nodded, "Well, mom anyway, Edward split...hopefully for good. Mom was at the hospital with grandma. She called me after I left here and I took a bus to the hospital. She hung on for a couple of days then she went to sleep and never woke up. She already had the funeral and everything planned but she wanted to be buried back in her home town so we had to go there. I should have called you, I thought about it a dozen times, then I realized I didn't have your number. It's crazy I know your address and practically everything about you but I don't have your phone number."
"We'll fix that right now," I said grabbing my phone. We swapped numbers and added each other to our contacts and by then he had recovered enough to think about food.
"What are you drinking?" he said pointing at my wine glass.
"Cheap champagne, want a sip?"
He nodded and I handed him the glass and he sniffed it getting bubbles in his nose before he took a little sip. His eyes went wide and he smiled and gulped down most of what was left. "It's good, like pop only better."
"Are you staying over?" I asked then blushed.
"If it's okay?"
"Then you can have a glass of your own. I just didn't want to send you home with a buzz going on."
I got up and poured him a glass of bubbly and refilled mine and when I returned he had eaten half a slice of pizza. He smiled when I handed him the glass and took a big swallow before finishing his pizza.
"Better than beer even," he said finishing off the glass and holding it up for more.
"Whoa, slow down that stuff sneaks up on you. It is alocholic you know?"
"Relax, I've drank a lot of beer before. I have a high tolerance to alcohol."
"Good to know, what else should I know about you? Ever smoke weed?"
"Once, but it didn't do much for me. It's just not my thing, but if you want to smoke some, that's cool."
"I don't smoke weed," I said shaking my head, "I was just feeling you out, you know the narc squad," I teased.
"Okay...MOM, that sounds like something she would do," he laughed.
"Sorry, I guess I just want to know everything about you, even the dirt."
He snorted, "Why not just ask, I won't lie to you if you don't lie to me."
"Okay, sounds good and speaking of your mom...where does she think you are right now?"
"She knows exactly where I am," he said cramming half a piece of pizza in his teenage eating machine pie hole.
"What? She knows you're with a...an older guy in his apartment and she's fine with that?"
"She ask me like a million questions about you, but you passed the test."
"God, I can't believe she's okay with this....with us...."I said nervously.
"I'm just shitting you, she thinks I'm at my friend Eric's house."
"I'm not sure which is worse. What if she sees you coming out of my apartment or sees us in my car or something."
"She's gone, went with my aunt to take care of Granny's things. Her clothes and stuff, she didn't have much but someone has to take care of things."
"Oh, okay...well...it's just that I've been thinking about this and if you really want to..uh, be friends it might be better if things were out in the open."
"Okay, so you want me to tell my mom that we're going to have sex and stuff?" he chuckled.
"No! Of course not, but I don't want to sneak around. Maybe if she saw me as a...well, male influence...a good one, she'd be okay with our relationship."
"Then we'd sneak around and have sex, right?"
I sighed, "I guess there's no good way to do this, is there?"
He shrugged, "She's not a prude if that's what you're thinking. She's even cool with me being gay."
Wow, talk about a shock. I mean I guess I assumed he was gay, but I didn't know he was out to his mom.
"She knows you're gay?"
"Sure, how else could I explain the fact that I don't have any girl friends?"
"You're only 16, but I guess I get what you mean. I guess most boys start sniffing after girls sometime around puberty."
"Yeah, like all my buds. It's hard to keep them off my case about it. I've been tempted to just get it over and come out to them. I figure I'd lose a few, but a couple of em' are pretty tight and they'd probably hang with me."
"I feel for you, but I never had to face that kind of thing. I dated girls...even married one, but there was always something missing. By the time I finally figured it out I was way past my prime. Wish I'd known at your age, I might have some great memories now....or maybe I'd have found the right guy and settled down."
"It's never too late, maybe I'm the right guy."
"Too bad you're 10 years too late." I laughed.
"Who says I'm late? Maybe I'm right on time."
"Maybe so, I guess we'll see."
I refilled our glasses and managed to eat another slice of pizza before Jax finished it off. Like most teenage boys he was always hungry and never gained an ounce. In fact the more he ate the better he looked. It was like it all turned to muscle or something.
"So what are we doing tonight?"
"Well, I was going to get drunk and watch some sad gay movies, but now...I'm up for anything. You name it and I will make it happen."
"Okay...we get naked..."
"Liar, you said anything," he pouted.
I sighed theatrically, "Okay, get naked then."
"What? Really? Oh, man you're just bustin my balls aren't ya?"
"Who knows what might happen if I get drunk enough."
"Hell yeah, then filler up."
"Only one problem, if I get drunk we can't go anywhere. I don't drink and drive."
"So, who says we gotta go anywhere tonight? I'm cool just hangin here with you."
"Okay then. Now that we got that settled, I'll get the wine."
We drank the rest of the bottle and started another as we watched a hot coming out vid on Netflix. It was sort of sad, but had some hot sex scenes in it (well...implied sex anyway) and I actually had a boner by the time it was over.
Jax seemed perfectly at home in my apartment and even went in and started digging in my junk food stash without asking. I took that as a sign that he was comfortable with me and didn't feel like a guest anymore and I loved it.
He brought back some Debbies and some chips and ate them while drinking his wine. I shivered at what that must taste like but he seemed to like it. Like most boys his age he had peculiar tastes and just watching him made me smile. I was as happy as I could ever remember being and it was all because of Jax.
When the movie ended he announced he was going to go take a shower and when he returned a short time later he was dressed only in a pair of baby blue silk boxers that fit him perfectly. He piled down on the couch next to me, so close I could smell his soap and boy smell and I enhaled deeply as I closed my eyes.
"God you smell good."
"Thanks, so do you and you didn't even shower yet."
"It's my manly odor," I chuckled, "but actually I showered after work."
"So, wanna make out?" he said suddenly grinning at me and looking shy.
"Sure, scoot on over here. A little making out never hurt anyone. Besides I've been missing those lips of yours."
He cuddled up to me and we began kissing and all thoughts of whether this was right or wrong went out the window. His lips were so soft and wet and his tongue was like a little animal roaming around in my mouth. And when it came time for my tongue to reply he sucked it like it was a delicious morsel of food. No one had ever kissed me as thouroughly or as erotically as this sixteen year boy and if I hadn't been hooked on him before I was now.
He placed his hand on my chest and I moaned as he found my hard nipples and rubbed them gently. His hand traveled down my chest to my stomach and I shivered. Was I really ready for what came next? I wanted it more than anything I had ever dreamed of, but it was still scary stuff for me.
"Wait," I gasped breaking our kiss, "I....slow down a little okay?"
"Okay, but I'm sixteen and horny and I'm not sure how much longer I can wait," he whined.
"More wine?" I suggested. I knew I needed more if I was to remove all my inhibitions.
"Sure, and some more chips," he said forgetting his horniness for the sake of food.
I brought back the bottle and filled our glasses then took a swig from the bottle and handed it to him to finish off. He downed it then belched indelicately and crammed a hand full of Doritos in his mouth. I sat down beside him with my hand on his leg and we drank our wine and thought our thoughts.
"Aren't we supposed to make a toast or something?" he asked after a while.
"Excellent idea. To Jax, God's gracious gift to us mortals," I said holding up my glass.
"Come on be serious, it should be about us, not about me," he scolded.
"Okay, okay...to us and our friendship wherever it may lead." I guess that one was okay because he raised his glass and we clinked them together then took a sip of wine.
"It better lead to the bedroom soon, cause my undies are wet with pre-cum and I'm one horny mother humper." He said under his breath.
"And if it doesn't, are you going to run home crying to mommy?" I teased.
He pouted for a minute then fired back at me, "No, I'm gonna rape you, you....you...cock teaser."
I laughed, "Well, I've been called a lot of things, but cock teaser is a first for me."
He sighed, "Man, this wine is starting to get to me, gonna go pee now," he said getting up slowly and stumbling a little, "my face is fuzzy," he said feeling his face and laughing.
I was beginning to feel it too, usually I drank a bottle alone then fell into bed before the effect took complete hold of me, but tonight I was still up and about and feeling quite a buzz.
When he returned he fell down on the couch and put his head in my lap and I began to stroke his lovely hair. He purred softly and sighed and soon his eyes were closed. I continued to stroke his hair and soon I was nodding as well.
Proding him I managed to get him up and together we stumbled off to the bathroom to pee and brush our teeth. We fell into bed and snuggled up but all thoughts of anything more physical had evaporated long ago. I was glad in a way, but I was sure Jax would be disappointed when morning came. I kissed his sweet face and soon fell off into a deep sleep.
I was aware of movement from Jax side of the bed but I was still in a sort of fog from all the wine. It took me a few minutes to realize he was masturbating and I felt torn between watching and pretending I was asleep. In the end I decided to give him his privacy and I rolled over facing the wall. I could feel the bed moving as he got more and more into it and then his labored breathing as he neared release. I knew the exact instant he came from the way his shivering shook the bed and the little ohs that escaped his lips.
I smiled at his enthusiasm but my smile faded as I realized he had been driven to self gratification because I wasn't able to get over my fears and give him what he wanted. I sighed and managed to go back to sleep but I knew I couldn't hold out much longer.
Jax was gone when I got up around ten and once again he had left me a note.
Sorry but I had to be someplace at ten so I got up early and let myself out. I ate some stuff, but I know you're cool with that. I don't know if I'll be back tonight, but if I can I will. Hey....sorry I got drunk and passed out. I guess I can't handle wine as good as I do beer.
I read the note twice and kept coming back to his apology for getting drunk and falling asleep. I guess I had dodged a bullet there. He wasn't blaming me after all. I smiled as I put the note down and when I found his dirty milk glass in the sink I picked it up and held it to my lips. His lips had touched it and it was special. Boy, talk about sappy, I was definitely smitten.
I had a light breakfast, showered and got dressed and decided to go do some Christmas shopping. I had cards to mail and decided to give gift cards to the few people I had to buy for, but suddenly I realized that I had someone very special I needed to buy for, Jax. I wanted to give that boy everything he wanted but the truth was I didn't have the slightest idea what that was.
I was in quite a frenzy as I headed out and somehow wound up at the mall. I usually avoided that place like the plague, but for some reason that day it was as if I was drawn there by some mysterious force.
I didn't even know they had a skateboard shop in the mall, but when I saw it just around the corner from the food court I practically ran there. It was called Board Silly, I guess it was a play on words, but one look at the gear in the window told me it was the real thing.
Of course I knew nothing about skateboards or equipment or even the clothes the boarders wore, but I was sure I could find an expert there who did. Of course I wasn't expecting to find the one expert that I knew.
I didn't see him at first becasue he was behind the counter and talking to the clerk but when I did I froze like a deer in headlights. I was torn between making myself known and hightailing it out of there, but in the end the decision wasn't mine to make.
Suddenly Jax turned, took one look at me and his mouth flew open and he headed my way.
"What are you doing here," he asked sounding almost panicky.
"I was doing some shopping, I just saw the store and decided to look around," I said quickly.
"Dude, are you following me?"
"No...no, of course not. You left before I even got up. How could I follow you?" I said getting a little annoyed. What was the big deal anyway?
"Yeah, I guess that's true," he said calming down some, "so...I guess you're wondering what I'm doing here...huh?"
"Well yeah, but it's no big deal. You love boarding, it's a board store, so...."
"Oh, yeah....right," he laughed, "and....I sort of work here sometimes."
"Oh, well...I'm surprised you never told me that," I said feeling a little hurt that he'd kept something as important as that from me.
"I didn't lie, I just didn't mention it...that's all," he said defensively.
"Yeah, big difference," I said without emotion, "Well, I gotta go. Don't want to get you in trouble or anything."
"No, don't go. You won't get me in trouble. The guy who runs this place is way cool. That's him up there at the register. Just walk with me and I'll show you around and you can pretend to be interested in stuff."
"Well, if you're sure." What better way to find out what Jax liked?
So for the next fifteen minutes he showed me around the place and I was able to pick up on the things he seemed to like best. The board he lit up on wasn't the most expensive one in the place, but it looked like something he'd like. He got called away for a minute and I pulled out my cell phone and snapped a picture of it including the price tag with the stock number. I also picked up on some clothes he liked and a pair of shoes that he practically drooled over.
I finally convinced him I needed to finish my shopping and he walked me to the door.
"Dude, sorry if I acted like an ass when I saw you, you just surpirsed me, that's all."
I shrugged, "No big deal, I aint trippin," I said trying to sound cool.
He laughed, "Okay, then I'll see ya. Maybe tonight if I can."
I didn't ask him what the deciding factor was but I was hoping for the best. I bought my gift cards at Walmart and a few things for the apartment. If I was going to have Jax around I wanted the place to look festive. I hadn't bothered before since it was only me, but Jax had given me a whole new take on the Christmas spirit.
As I put up a tiny lighed tree and tinsel I thought about how much my life had changed in just one week. Before I had practically dreaded coming home to my empty apartment, but now with the prospect that Jax might show up I actually looked forward to spending time there.
For a guy I thought I did a decent job of decorating and Jax just had to come now, I reasoned, so he could see that I did it all for him. I had even stopped at the Coronels and bought a bucket of chicken and the fixings in case Jax came by with his voracious appetite.
Christmas was less than a week away and I hadn't been this excited about it since I was a kid. Even when I was married and we visited family and friends I hadn't really gotten into Christmas as much as my ex had. Maybe it was because we didn't have kids. After all Christmas was about kids, and well...now I had one...he he, even if he was 16.
I took another shower and chilled a bottle of wine and waited. I watched TV for awhile then finally got up and walked out onto the balcony. It was nearing six when I saw him boarding across the lot and when he saw me he waved then jumped off his board, flipped it up, caught it neatly and headed my way.
I was so excited I felt like doing cartwheels and when I met him at the door it was all I could do not to grab him and squeeze the stuffing out of him, as my grandma used to say..he he.
"Sup?" he said grinning, "Smells good in here, you got food?"
"KFC, how does that sound?"
"Like an invitation to stay for dinner...or more," he said parking his board by the door.
"Give me a minute to heat the mashed potatoes and gravy up and we can eat."
"Care if I take a shower while you're doing that?"
"No, take your time, I'm just nuking it, it can wait."
I was whistling and happy as a bee in clover when he returned after about ten minutes looking lovely as always and smelling like soap and boy. He surprised me by giving me a quick hug before
grabbing a chicken leg and gnawing on it while I heated up the sides.
He was dressed in shorts and a tee this time, but he was no less lovely or desirable than he had been dressed only in his undies. I made a mental note to buy his some cute undies and maybe a few shorts or tees to leave at my place since he seemed to be staying over so much.
"I sold a board today that cost almost nine hundred dollars," he said wiping grease from his red pouty lips.
"Damn, who bought it a rich famous boarder?"
"Nope, a doctor for his son for Christmas, and he bought pads and some other stuff. The sale was like 1200 dollars."
"Wow, do you work on commission?"
"I wish, no, on second thought, I'm glad I don't. Some days I don't sell much at all. I'm glad I get my 7.50 an hour whether I sell anything or not."
"So...it's no big deal, but why didn't you tell me you had a job?" Since he had brought it up I decided to find out why he had kept it a secret.
He sighed, "Well, no reason really. I would have eventually. It just never came up, that's all?" he said not skipping a beat.
I wasn't sure I believed him but I wasn't going to press it, but it made me wonder what else he wasn't telling me. For instance, what was really going on with him and his mom and had his grandmother really died? No, that was crazy, of course his grandmother was dead. He had cried and no one would lie about something like that.
"It's no big deal, but I have to admit I'm sort of proud of you for taking on responsibility like that." Was he squirming in his seat now?
"Uh, it's not big deal. I hung out there a lot and one day the manager, Art is his name, asked me if I needed a job. I said yeah, and so I went to work. No big deal."
"Well, I bet it's nice to have a little spending money and to know you earned it."
"Well, I don't get to keep much of it. With my mom only working part time and Edward smoking and drinking up most of the money she makes, I have to buy groceries and stuff."
God, now I felt awful. No wonder he wasn't advertising the fact that he had a job and now I had dragged it out of him and he must feel awful.
"You know what, that makes me even prouder of you. Most kids would just say screw it and use the money for themselves, but you are actually putting your money to a good use."
That seemed to please him and he was bubbling over with well being as we ate our dinner. For dessert I offered him an ice cream bar but he said he was too full and that he'd have dessert later.
I threw away the trash and put up what little food was left and we went into the living room.
"I have wine if you want, but this time not so much," I chuckled.
"Yeah, maybe later. I'm stuffed." He piled down on the couch stretching out so he was taking up the whole space.
I picked up his feet and sat down placing them in my lap as I did so and began rubbing them. He had nice feet, kind of slender and well cared for and for a kid his age not enormous like some I'd seen.
"Mmmmm....that feels good," he hummed, "in fact just being here feels good."
"And you being here feels good to me."
"Hey, you got a tree," he suddenly said, "and you put up decorations. When did you do that?"
"Today, after I left the mall. Do you like them?"
He shrugged, "Yeah, they're cool I guess. We don't go in much for Christmas at my house."
"Well, I didn't always, but I have to admit since you came along I'm looking at things differently."
"You did it for me?" He said beaming.
"Yeah, I guess I did."
"Then it's awesome. Dude, no one ever did anything like that for me before." He said sounding genuinely touched.
"Well, it's no big deal...."
"Yeah, it is. Thanks," he said jumping up and inspecting the little tree closer. He moved a couple of ornaments around and I had to admit it did look better. "Now, there aren't two green ones together and I put one down here where there's nothing."
"You have a knack for decorating," I chuckled, "next year I'll let you decorate for me."
"Really? You think you'll still want me around by then?"
"I don't think that's an issue. The question is: where will you want to be a year from now?"
"Well, assuming I'm still alive and that my mom doesn't drag me to some other state, I think I'll still want to be right here."
"Is there a danger of your mom moving?" I asked with concern.
"Naw, not really. Just making conversation. Now that Edward is gone maybe we can start living like normal people again."
"I hope so. Come lay back down, I'm not done with your feet yet."
"Okay, but I might fall asleep."
"It's okay if you do. I'll carry you to bed," I teased.
"Okay, work your magic."
I massaged his feet pulling each toe and rubbing them gently as he moaned lowly and sighed contentedly. I didn't know I had a thing for feet until that very moment, it was just one of the wonderous things Jax opened my eyes to that Christmas season.
Eventually he pulled away and hopped up to pee and while he was gone I broke out the wine and poured us a glass. He came in as I was pouring and stood behind me for a moment with his head on my shoulder before putting his arms around my waist and hugging me gently.
"Thanks for the foot rub and the dinner and for...well, for everything."
"You're welcome," I said reaching down and squeezing his hands as he held me tight.
Then he pulled away and began digging through the cabinet pulling out a bag of chips and a sack of cookies. He raised an eyebrow and grinned, "Can't drink wine without snacks."
I laughed, only a kid would eat cookies and drink wine, but you know what, I tried it and it wasn't bad.
We went to bed around eleven and the subject of sex never came up. I don't know if I was relieved or disappointed, but I knew it was for the best. We snuggled and kissed and I had to admit I was highly aroused, but he seemed fine with what we were doing and I didn't press for more.
I eventually drifted off to sleep with Jax spooned up against my backside. It was a wonderful feeling to have someone warm and soft (well not all of him was soft) pressed against me and I don't think I have ever slept as well as I did that night.
We woke and went out for breakfast again, this time at IHop and I let him drive the whole time we were out. Unlike the previous Suday he came back with me and we sat around and watched TV for a while. He seemed quiet and seemed to be thinking about something but I didn't pry. I knew that eventually he would tell me if he thought I needed to know what was on his mind.
Around four he finally started talking about needing to go home, but he made no move to do so. He was stretched out on the couch with his head in my lap and purring like a kitten and I was certainly in no hurry for him to go.
"What would you say if I said I wanted you to meet my mom?" he said softly as I ran my fingers through his soft hair.
"I'd say, are you sure?"
"Yeah, I been thinking about it a lot. I think she knows I been coming over here, well not exactly, but that I have a new friend."
"What if she doesn't like me or the fact that I'm older and forbids you from seeing me again?"
He shrugged, "I'd do it anyway, but I don't think she will. I think she might actually be relieved it was someone like you."
I frowned, "This is the same mother who accused you of stealing the grocery money and who dogs you about everything you do?"
He shrugged, "So maybe I exaggerated a little. When there's no Edward around she's actually pretty nice. And I think she already knew who stole the grocery money, she just needed someone to remind her what a douche he was."
"Look, Jax you know her better than I do and I trust you to do the right thing. I might be terrified at first but if she doesn't call the cops right away then I'll probably be okay."
He smiled, "She won't call the cops. First of all she hates cops and second she already thinks I've had sex with an older guy."
"What? With who?"
"Art, see he's gay too. She thinks that's why I wanted to work there...and It's sort of why I didn't tell you I worked there...but I was gonna...eventually."
"Jax, this just gets more and more complicated as we go along, doesn't it?"
"I'm sorry. If you don't want to that's cool, but just think about it...okay?"
"I already said it was up to you. If you think it's the way to go, then I'm all for it. Worse case senario, I wind up in jail and you have to find some one else to take care of your virginity problem."
He lauged, "You are not going to jail. Trust me, that is the last thing you need to worry about."
"Okay, so...when did you want me to meet her?"
"How about...now? We could take her out to dinner, I'll even buy. I got paid Friday."
"Now, is she back?"
"Yeah, she got back last night. She called me at work today."
"Well, how about if you call her first and see if she's up for this little get together."
"I can do that," he said sitting up, "hold on."
He pulled his phone from his pocket and I sat nervously as he made the call. I tried not to worry, but let's face it, anything could happen and with my luck it just might.
I listened as he outlined the plan and then he fell quiet listening to his mom on the other end of the line. "Uh huh, yeah....okay, twenty minutes...okay, we'll be there and thanks mom. Love ya."
He was all smiles as he hung up and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. " Twenty minutes should give her time to get the cops here," I teased.
"Will you stop with the cops already," he practically screamed, "My mom was in jail once and she hates cops. She would kill you herself before she would put you in jail."
"Well, that's a relief...I guess," I laughed, "and just for the record, I'd rather be dead than in jail."
"So see it's fine," he said grinning.
I took a really quick shower and changed into clean jeans and a pullover and checked myself out in the mirror. I didn't look too bad for a guy my age, but would I be able to impress Jax's mom enough to keep her from killing me?
We finally drove over to his apartment building and I was surprised to find he lived only three buildings away. He ran in to get his mom and pretty soon they emerged and I took a deep breath and steeled myself for what was to come next.
If I ever had any doubts before that moment it was now quite evident that he was running things as he slid into the back seat giving his mom the shotgun seat.
"Hi," I said shaking so hard my teeth must've been chattering,"I'm Zach. It's nice to finally meet you."
"Hello, I'm Mary. What's this one been up to?" she said grinning.
"Well, nothing bad," I said swallowing hard, "he's a good kid. I've enjoyed his company. He's a really awesome boarder and I guess that's what I first noticed about him."
"Oh, do you skateboard too?"
"No, I just saw him around the complex, that's all."
"Uh huh," she said quietly making me go pale with fear wondering what her next words would be, "I admit sometimes I don't pay as much attention to him as I should, but I do like to know who he hangs around with."
"I understand completely. I guess that's what all this is about....tonight I mean. Jax wanted us to meet and so...here we are."
"All right. I guess that's fair."
"Is Chili's okay?" I said as I backed out of the lot.
"Anything is fine," she assured me, "and thank you for dinner. We don't get a chance to go out very often."
"Well, maybe we can do it again, if you find you can stand me," I joked.
She laughed, "I can see why Jax likes you, you're a lot like him. Always saying things to make me laugh."
Yesss...I said silently, she thinks I'm funny. Score one for me.
Chili's was packed and we had to wait for a table but it just gave us a chance to talk a little more. I found Mary was actually a pretty nice lady and her sense of humor was a lot like Jax's and mine. She told me about her late husband and about her mother's death just recently and I was ashamed of myself for doubting Jax's word earlier.
We finally got a table and I could see the uncertainty in Mary's eyes about what to order and I finally suggested one of my favorites and she seemed relieved. I chose a burger and fries and Jax had chicken. I wanted a glass of wine badly, but decided that wouldn't do much for first impressions so I had ice tea as did Mary while Jax had a soda.
"So, I've told you about me now what about you?" Mary said suddenly.
"Well, I was married for five years, divorced, no kids thankfully, and I moved here and started over. Not much to tell really. I'm sort of boring actually like most accountants I guess. Probably the only exciting thing about me is my car, and that was sort of a spur of the moment thing back when I was married. I guess I needed something to call my own back then and a way to express myself. My wife laughed at me when I brought it home, but she let me keep it along with the payments when we divorced."
"What went wrong? Was she cheating on you? Did you cheat on her?"
"Well, there was no cheating...at least not as far as I know...I didn't cheat anyway, but after a while we just didn't click any more. She had her friends and her job and I had mine. I think she wanted out before I did. I was willing to ride it out if she wanted to, but when she asked for a divorce I gave it to her."
"Sorry, didn't mean to pry. So when did you figure out you were gay?" She asked causing me to almost choke on the swallow of tea I'd just taken.
"Oh, come on. It's obvious to anyone who knows what to look for. Since Jax came out to me I've picked up on two guys at work who are gay. It's not a big deal. If I thought it was I wouldn't have agreed to have dinner with you."
"Wow you don't mince words do you?" I chuckled. "Well, I guess I figured it out about the second year of my marriage. But I never once cheated...not even with..uh, a guy. I think she figured things out, I guess women are good at that," I said giving her a grin, "but she never once said it out loud."
Our food came and we were busy for a while eating but pretty soon she was back at it again. "So are you and Jax lovers?" She asked almost causing me to wet myself.
"Mommmmmm!" Jax whined.
"Well, I have a right to know," she said looking me straight in the eye.
"If you're asking if we have had sex," I said lowering my voice, "No, we have not. If you're asking if we have feeling for each other, then yes...I guess we do. At least I do..have feeling for Jax."
"Mom, I love him," Jax said simply, "and I want you to love him too."
She smiled, "It's so simple for you, isn't it?"
He shrugged, "Dad would have understood," he moped.
"Always using that one on me, aren't you?" she laughed, "Yes, he would have, but he would have also taken the time to get to know the person you loved and he would have been a lion if that person ever hurt you."
"Yeah, he would have," Jax said looking sad, "but he would have liked Zach, I just know it. They would have been tight. We'd of done stuff together, gone places and had fun."
"Well, your father is gone and I'm all you have and I am just tying to make the best of the situation. So, shoot me if I ask too many questions," she laughed when she added the last part.
"I'm an open book," I said holding out my arms, "Ask me anything."
"I think that's enough questions for now. I think I understand what's going on and while I don't approve 100% I'm wise enough to know that I don't have control of some things and Jax's feelings are one of them."
"I promise you I will never hurt him if that's what your'e afraid of," I said sincerely.
"I don't know why but I believe you. But if you ever did...well, let's not think about that," she said grinning maniacally.
I sighed and we ate the rest of our meal in near silence. On the way home Jax was very talkative, but mostly he talked about skateboarding and what was going on at work.
"So what about Art?" His mom finally said, "Does he know about Zach?"
"What? Why would he care mom? I've told you a million times there is nothing going on between us."
"Okay, if you say so." she snorted.
We finally made it home and when I pulled up in front of their apartment Jax told her he'd be up in a minute and she thanked me for dinner and climbed out. She leaned back and gave me a wry smile, "We both have something in common, we both love that boy in the back and we both want what's best for him. I just hope we can agree on what that is."
She was gone before I could answer and then Jax swarmed out and climbed in beside me, "Well, I think that went well, don't you?"
"Well, I"m not in jail or dead...so yeah, I guess so."
"Shut up," he said pushing me playfully, "I told you she wasn't gonna call the cops."
"But the killing is still up in the air I guess..."
"No, she liked you, I can tell. In fact I think she's sold on the whole idea of us being together. She never liked Art," he added giggling, "and she won't believe me when I say we aren't boyfriends."
"So, I'm a better match for you..is that it?"
"I guess she thinks so. Hey, whatever works."
"Well, you better get in there before she thinks we're having sex in the car," I teased.
"Not until I get a kiss," he said leaning in.
Oh boy, I could just imagine her peeking out the window and witnessing that, but I knew he wouldn't give in till he got a kiss so I cooperated with the inevitable. I had to admit the kiss was nice and I actually got a little wood from the contact.
He pulled away and smiled, "I'll see ya tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay, I'm home by five usually."
"I know, all that stalking and stuff...." he laughed. Then he bounced out and I watched him till he was safe inside.
I went home in a cloud. Was it really going to be this easy? I threw my keys on the dresser and stripped off my clothes and fell into bed naked. I stared at the celiing for a long time thinking about things and eventually fell into a deep sleep. I dreamed of Jax, only he was older and more buff. We were naked and making out but before things got too heated I woke up. I could still feel his lips on mine and taste him, that's how vivid the dream was, and I fell back asleep with a smile on my face.
Monday Jax stopped by for a while and I quizzed him about how things were going at home.
"Great actually, mom gets paid today and we're gonna have Christmas dinner after all. Hey, speaking of that...can you come to our apartment for dinner that day?"
"Are you sure? Did your mom okay this?"
"Actually it was her idea. She says she wants to get to know you better. Nothing fancy, I think we're having turkey and stuffing."
"Should I call her?"
"Sure, if you want. I'll give you her number."
We talked a while longer as we sat holding hands but we didn't kiss until he started to leave. It was a quick goodbye kiss but it was enough to have me whistling and smiling the rest of the evening.
I called Mary the next day and she was very friendly. I suggested I bring dessert and she said that was great since she wasn't much at baking. I confessed that I had learned to bake pies at my grandmother's house and had always made the desserts for our holiday dinners when I was married.
We hung up and I felt great. Not only did I have a place to go for Christmas, but I had someone who made me happy and that person was Jax. I drove to the mall and picked up the board, shoes, and clothing I'd scoped out when Jax was showing me around and then went to Walmart to pick up the stuff I needed for the pies and some kind of gift for Mary.
I had never been good at buying gifts for women, even when I was married, but I finally found a nice pair of earring that I was pretty sure any women would like. I knew her ears were pierced because she had been wearing hoops the night we went out to Chili's. How's that for being observant?
I picked up a package of underwear and some tees and socks for Jax and threw in a couple of pair of shorts too, but these weren't Christmas gifts, these were clothes for him when he stayed over at my place. Near the front of the store there was a large display of fruit baskets and I smiled as I thought about Jax deep throating that banana that first day. I grabbed one of the baskets and threw it in my cart to give to Jax and his mom as a holiday treat then headed to checkouts.
I used the self serve checkout, but still had to wait in line for almost fifteen minutes. Isn't technology wonderful? And it's soooo nice to be thanked by a computer after you've spent a fortune with your little plastic card.
I zoomed home and quickly wrapped the gifts just in case Jax decided to drop by, but by 7 he hadn't shown so I guessed he was either working or busy elsewhere. I made myself a sandwich and a beer and sat down at my little dining table and pretty soon my phone chirped. It was Jax.
"Sorry I didn't come by, mom and I went Christmas shopping. I got you something cool," he said happily.
"Well, Santa dropped by and left some stuff for you too," I laughed, "And for your mom."
"Oh Zach, you didn't have to....." But we both knew it was only right.
"So are you working Christmas Eve?"
"Nope, wanna hang out?"
"Yeah, think your mom would let you spend the night?"
"Pretty sure. Why we gonna do it Christmas Eve?" He giggled.
"Not necessarily, I just wanted to smooch and hold hands in front of the tree and watch sappy Christmas movies."
"Sounds like fun. I'm in. Well, I gotta go but I'll see ya tomorrow for sure."
"Okay. Hey, I...I miss you," I said feeling very vulnerable at that moment.
"I miss you too. Bye, love ya."
He hung up before I could reply. Why hadn't I said that first?"
Wednesday evening when I arrived home from work he was boarding in the parking lot outside my apartment. When I parked he rolled over and kicked his board up and caught it neatly.
"Hi, miss me?" This seemed to be his catch phrase of late.
"A lot, are you hungry cause I'm starved."
"What do you think?" he laughed. Like most teenage boys he was always hungry.
"I'm tired of pizza, how does Chinese sound?"
"Egg rolls? I love egg rolls. Mmmmm."
"Hop in, we're headed to the Egg Roll Palace."
"Okay, but I need to bring mom back something. I got money."
"Wanna see if she wants to come along?"
"Is that okay? I mean sure if it's cool. Just till we eat then we can go back to your place and make out or something," he said happily.
"Call her and tell her we're on our way."
Mary met us at the curb but this time Jax made her ride in the back. She was a small women and she didn't complain. I guess both of us knew who was really in charge here and it wasn't either of us.
The restaurant was only a mile up the road and when we got inside both of them knew exactly what they wanted. I guessed this was one place where they did eat out occassionally. We found a table and sat down and Jax began woofing down his food like a hungry animal.
Mary slapped at his hands playfully, "Jax honey, slow down. I know you're hungry, but have some manners."
He did slow down but not before showing her a mouthful of eggroll like some little kid might. I just shook my head and watched the little mother son drama unfold with a grin on my face.
"Does he act like this when you two are together?" she asked looking exasperated.
"Actually, he comes across as very intelligent and thoughtful most of the time, but there is still some kid left in him."
She smiled, "And that's okay with you?"
Was she accsuing me of only liking Jax cause he was young or just concerned that he didn't act as grown up as she thought he should.
"I like Jax just as he is. I woudn't change a thing," I said smiling.
She must've liked my answer because she nodded and went back to her meal. After a while she wiped her mouth and took a sip of her soda. "He's been so excited ever since he found out you were coming for Christmas dinner....we both are. It will be nice to have company for a change...well, nice company," she laughed.
"I'm looking forward to it. Tomorrow I'm off work and I'm going to bake the pies. Oh, and I got whipped cream too. I hope you both like pumpkin and pecan."
"Wouldn't be Christmas without them. Jax says he's staying over tomorrow night," she added looking me right in the eye, "but we have sort of a family tradtion of opening one gift on Christmas Eve, so he may be a little late coming over."
Jax looked up and smiled but so far he was letting his mom do all the talking.
"That's fine. We were just going to watch some lame Christmas movies and eat junk food," I laughed. And make out. I didn't add.
She sighed, "I suppose you think I'm a bad mother for giving in so easy."
"What? No, why would I think that? From what I've seen and from what Jax has told me I would say just the opposite. If Jax were my son I'd want to get to know his friends too....especially under the circumstances."
"I haven't always been a good mother...."
"Mommmm, yes you have," Jax said frowning, "it wasn't you that messed thing up it was....well, you know...those guys."
"That's what I mean. I'm done with that though. I guess I finally woke up when Edward stole what little money we had and left us high and dry."
"Yeah, Jax mentioned that. I'm sorry. If you need to borrow some money or anything...."
She laughed, "Jax said you'd be like this. Look, I don't want you to think I'm only letting you and Jax be friends because I want to use you. It's not like that."
"I never thought that," I said frowning, "And I'm sorry if I offended you by offering to help. It's just how I am."
"I'm not offended, and if I ever need help I'll consider it, but for now we're fine."
"Great, well...now that that's settled."
She laughed, "And thank you for dinner...again."
"You are very welcome. I'm enjoying the company."
"I'm getting some of these to go," Jax said waving an egg roll around in the air. "Be right back." He said hopping up and heading toward the counter.
When he was gone Mary leaned in close and said softly, "He's happier than I've ever seen him and I think we both know why. That is the main reason I gave in so easily. He is a shrewd judge of character, much better than me, and if he loves you then I guess I need to learn to love you too."
I smiled, "I'm very loveable. I grow on people pretty fast. You're probably already hooked."
She laughed and slapped my hand, "No wonder he can't talk about anything else but you. Zach this and Zach that. I haven't heard him this excited since...well, since before his father died."
"You don't think he thinks of me that way....as a father figure do you?" I said suddenly worried by what she'd said.
"A thirty year old father? Not likely. I mean sure he probably craves a male influence in his life. He has since his father died and the men I brought home certainly weren't good role models, but I don't think he sees you that way. I think he genuinely cares for you. Maybe it's not the kind of love that singers sing about or that luanches ships, but in his own way I think he loves you."
"I care for him too....maybe even love him. It's hard not to. He's very special. So bright and caring...not like most teenagers...not that I know all that many, but you know what I mean."
"He is special. He always has been. Have you heard him sing?"
I nodded, "Like an Angel. I was shocked at first then he told me about his father being a singer and all."
"He was the most talented man I have ever known. We met in England, did Jax tell you that?" I nodded and she continued, "He was so handsome and sexy," she said blushing, "and we fell in love at first sight. Jax is the spitting image of him when he was that age. I have a picture of him and the resemblance is amazing."
"You must miss him very much."
"He was my world and for a while I didn't want to go on. It was hardest on Jax, he lost a father and a mother for a while. Then I eventually pulled myself together and started a new life. I'm afraid I haven't always done such a good job, but I'm trying."
"I can help. And I don't just mean money. I mean I can watch out for him and make sure he's fed and most of all...that he's happy."
She smiled, "I think you've already done that."
Jax returned then with his egg rolls and when he slid in he looked at us questiongly, "What were you two talking about? Was it me?" he said grinning.
"Always the center of attention," I laughed.
"Of course," he said grinning.
We finished our meal and I dropped Mary off at her place and Jax and I drove around for a while looking at Christmas lights. He was happy to let me drive that night so he could devote all his attention to the lights.
"If we had a house I'd decorate it like that."
"Maybe someday you will."
"Mabye you and me could have a house together," he said grinning.
"Maybe, anything is possible. You've shown me that. I mean what are the odds that I'd ever meet someone like you or that I'd fall in love again?"
"So...wanna go back to your place and make out. There's no school tomorrow and you're off."
I smiled, "I like how you think." And that's just what we did, but no more. He didn't spend the night since he was going to be doing that Christmas Eve and we didn't want to press our look with his mom.
Christmas Eve Jax showed up around seven with a smile on his cute face. He was wearing a new hoodie, his Christmas Eve gift from his mom, and he showed it to me proudly. I had baked my pies earlier in the day and got my part ready for tomorrow's dinner and I was ready to enjoy my evening with Jax.
"Want to open one from me tonight?"
"Well...sure, but you gotta wait till tomorrow for yours."
"No problem, how about this one?" I said picking up the box with the shoes in it."
He looked at me with a smile on his face and took the package with trembling hands, "What is it..ohhh..it's heavy."
He began to rip the paper off slowly then when he had enough uncovered to see what was beneath it he ripped the rest off quickly.
"No way! Oh my God, how did you know?...oh...yeah, I sort of drooled on them when I showed them to you that day didn't I?" he giggled, "But I swear I wasn't hinting and I never thought you would buy them or anything. They cost a lot of money...I...Thank you...thank you!" he said hugging my neck with one arm while he held the shoes in the other.
"Well, try them on."
He sat down and pulled them from the box and began lacing them in some intricate pattern that I had no clue about. He was already down to his socks having left his old shoes at the door as usual and soon he had the new ones on and laced up.
"They fit perfectly. How did you know what size to get?"
"Well...I looked in your old ones when you weren't looking and since they seemed to fit you a little tight, I got the next size up."
"You are sneaky," He said running to me and hugging my neck with both arms this time. He kissed my face then our lips met and we kissed passionately for a long time.
"So, are you going to wear your shoes all night?" I teased, "They might be a little uncomfortable in bed."
"No, in fact I'm gonna put em back in the box and save them for tomorrow. I want to wear them Christmas day. Thank you again....you are soooo nice."
If he was this excited over a pair of shoes I wondered what he would do when he saw the rest of the booty. I even worried that maybe I had gone a bit overboard, but it was too late now.
"I'm gonna go take a shower now, wanna take one with me?" He said grinning mischieviously.
"Well...I suppose that would be okay. Hold on I got you something else...for when you stay over.
I ran to my room and grabbed the package of boxer briefs I bought for him and when he saw them he was all smiles, "More stuff for me? You're gonna spoil me."
"This is just stuff you need since you sleep over so much. I got you some socks and some tees and shorts too."
"God, I love you," he said throwing his arms around me for the third time that night.
"Whoa, if we keep this up we'll never get to the movies. Come on let's get naked and get clean."
"Mmmm...or dirty," he said grinning.
"That's something I'd like to talk to you about later, so let's keep the shower strictly business okay?"
"Okay, spoil sport," he pouted, "at least I get to see you naked. You realize this is the first time for us to be naked together."
"Yeah, too bad the lights will be out the whole time," I teased.
"Whaa...whaaat?" he said making me laugh, "Huh uh, I wanna at least see you if I can't touch you."
"You can wash my back, how's that?"
"Okay, and you can wash my front," he said grinning.
"I think you can reach that yourself."
"You're no fun," he pouted.
We watched each other as we undressed and I had to admit my heart was pounding by the time he got down to his undies. He teased me a little, pulling out the elastic and giving me a peak then spinning around and doing it all again giving me a glimpse of his perfect ass. Then without fanfare he whipped his undies off and they fell to the floor.
As lovely as he was clothed, nude he was a work of art. His legs came togther to form a perfect Y and his pubes were so perfectly placed that they could have been sculptured. Nestled in those pubes was the lovely cock I had seen that one time in the bathroom, but now it were joined by two equally lovely balls that looked as smooth as a baby's behind.
I hoped my mouth wasn't standing open, but I am almost sure I did make some kind of gasping sound as his most private area came into view.
"Soooo....are you gonna stand here staring at my junk all night or are you going to show me yours?"
"Oh, what? Yeah, I just...sorry," I said red-faced.
I quickly stripped off my undies but I had the most rediculous urge to cover my privates like some kid showering after gym class. But instead I stood straight and let him get an eyeful of the family jewels.
"Not bad," he said sounding a little nervous, "bigger than I thought....but I guess probably everyone is bigger than me."
"I think you're perfect just as you are."
"Thanks, but I wish I had about an inch more."
"You may still grow some, the rest of you is still growing so there's a good chance you may get that inch or more."
"Well, as long as you like what I got that's all that matters."
"I think without a doubt you have the lovliest junk I have ever seen," I said sincerely.
"Yours aint so bad either," he said blushing, "Well, we gonna shower or what?"
"Or what." I said and we both laughed.
I turned on the shower and got the temp just right and as we stepped in I pulled the curtain closed. He was nearest the shower head and I waited while he soaped up before taking the poof from him and suddsing up his back and shoulders.
Years of boarding had made his body lean and powerful and his shoulders were muscled and solid. His skin felt so good beneath my hands and as I ran the poof down the popple of his perfectly straight spine, he moaned softly and threw his head back.
"Mmmm...that feels nice," he moaned moving his hands to the shower wall and leaning back to give me better access.
I was nervous as hell. This was a real live, living and breathing boy beneath me and I loved him more than life itself. I wanted him, but I didn't want our first time to be hurried and sleasy. That was one of the things I wanted to talk to him about. But I had no problem running my hands across his soft smooth flesh and feeling his bone and muscle and all that made him the boy I loved.
"Do my butt," he sighed.
I hoped he meant wash it, because that was about all I was willing to do right then. I let my hands move down to the swell of his perfect butt and he purred like a kitten. His ass was incredible. No man or women in history ever had an ass this perfect. Two soft smooth orbs that joined together at the base of his spine accentuated by two little dimples, one on either side. It took my breath away and to think this boy wanted to be with me was overwhelming.
"God, you are so beautiful," I murmered in his ear.
"Mmmmm.....yeah inside," he said spreading his cheeks for me.
My hands were trembling as they moved downward spreading him further and it was his turn to tremble when the scratchy poof passed his pucker.
God he was making it hard to stay focused. And speaking of hard, my penis was so hard it hurt and neither of us had touched it. Just being with him was more exciting than full blown sex with some guys, but I had to be strong...for him...for us.
"Okay, my turn," I said slapping his butt gently.
"O...kay," he whined, "Swap places with me."
He took time to rinse off first and as we swapped places we touched in places we'd never touched before and my penis got even harder. I wasn't surprised to see that his lovely penis was just as hard and felt kind of proud to know I was partly responsible for it. Of course he was a teenage boy and it didn't take much to get a teenage boy hard. Still I liked to think it mostly because I was so hot.
When Jax's hands began to caress my back and shoulders I felt as if I would pass out from shear ecstacy. His hands were soft and firm and his grip strong and he was using less poof and more hand with each pass. Finally he dropped the poof in the soap dish and used only his hands. Now why hadn't I thought of that?
I held my breath as his hands traveled down my back to that most private place where only a select few had ever been before. I let out the breath in a low moan as his hand pried my cheeks apart and his soapy hands rubbed against my anus.
"Oh..oh...oh," I gasped.
"You okay," he giggled.
"I'm being touched by a young Angel. No, I am not okay, I am in Heaven." I gasped.
"Shut up," he said slapping my rear rather smartly bringing me out of my trance, "and wash your dirty dick and let's get out of here."
Boy talk about a rude awakening, but in a way it was a blessing. Any more handling by either of us and things might have gotten out of hand. We soaped ourselves up and rinsed off swapping places as needed but the bumping together didn't seem as erotic this time.
As we dried off we got a chance to study each other's bodies some more and even help dry each other off. I was surprised again at how little body hair he had. Even though the hair on his head was dark, the little bit on his legs and arms looked blond. His pubes were a shade lighter than his head hair and looked silky soft.
I strained to see if he had any chest hair at all, but other than a few stray hairs below his belly button he was smooth above the waist. Not quite a path to paradise, more like a teaser, but it was sexy.
"So, now that we got that out of the way....."
"Mmmm...yeah, was it everything you hoped for?"
"Well...yeah...I guess, but you know...it would have been nice to touch some more."
"So, why'd you stop?"
"I...I was afraid I couldn't stop until we went all the way and I know you don't want to...not yet anyway." he said looking small and vulnerable.
"It might not have been you who lost control, I was pretty close."
"Damn, I knew I should've stuck my finger up your butt," he giggled.
"That...would have probably done it," I laughed.
"Mmmmmm...oh well, I'll remember that..." he said slowly. Then he popped me on the ass with his towel and ran out before I could retaliate.
"Oh, you are so dead," I laughed as I chased out after him.
He had grabbed his undies and was desperately trying to put them on as he ran. This of course resulted in his falling down as he tripped himself and I piled down on top of him still naked. We wrestled half heartedly for a moment before I found myself pining him looking down at his lovely face which was filled with a grin as wide as life itself.
I lowered my head slowly and our lips met and he relaxed into my loving ebrace. I rolled him over on top of me never breaking the kiss and pulled him against me. True to his word his skin was hot to the touch and so smooth it was like silk stretched over steel.
Our breathing was labored and our hearts were beating so fast it was scary. I had never felt that way with anyone before and it was both frightening and exhilarating. We kissed for a long time then he pulled away gazing into my soul with his haunting grey eyes.
I hugged him tightly never wanting to let him go and eventually he laid his head on my chest and sighed contentedly.
"Do you love me as much as I love you?"
"So much it scares me."
He tilted his head and stared up at me,"Me too. I thought it was just cause this is my first time."
"Well, in a way it's my first time too, because I have never loved anyone like I love you."
"Umm...good, cause I like being the first."
"So do I," I admitted, "At first I was afraid of that too, but now I see just how special being your first is."
"Do you think my mom loved my dad this way?" he said softly, sounding younger and far away.
"From the way her eys light up when she talks about him...yeah I think so. You know...all my life I've wanted to feel this way about someone. Oh sure, I loved my wife, but there was always something missing...something I could never figure out." I sighed. "Now I know she just wasn't the one...the love of my life."
"And I am," he said smiling.
"I....hope so. Otherwise I might as well give up."
"Still wanna watch the movies?"
"If you do?"
"Yeah, I wanna see what you llike. I want to know everything about you and this is a start. Besides...I'm hungry...and you said you had wine...."
So we slipped our undies on and I broke out the bubbly while the human eating machine popped some microwave popcorn and grabbed some cookies. I had about a dozen Christmas DVDs and I laid them out and let him choose one.
"Mmmm...I've seen this one...it's pretty cool, but you choose. I want to see what you like."
"Okay, I say we start with National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, then transition into A Christmas Story, and if you're still hungry for more...Home Alone."
"Sounds cool," he said snuggling down on the couch.
I popped in the movie and piled down beside him and he snuggled in close. He laughed at all the right places and when the movie was over he gave me a thumbs up.
"Well, that was funnnnneeeee," he said still laughing, "Score one for Zach."
"Oh, if you thought that was funny wait till you see Scud Farkus and his yellow teeth," I giggled. It felt so good to be sharing with someone and that I loved that someone was even more special.
"Oh...yeah...actually I've seen that one too...it's a good one. Yeah, I like that one a lot."
We finished off the wine and the human sinkhole got his tummy full and we made out a little during the slow parts of the movie. He was so sweet and my heart was bursting with love for him. He was warm and snuggly and his lips were soft and tasted like wine and cookies and I was starved for him. Never in all my life had I loved somone as much as I loved this sixteen year old boy snuggled up against me. I only wanted him to be happy and I was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen. But I still couldn't give him the thing he said he wanted most.
The movie ended and we took a pee break and when we settled back down on the couch I decided it was time to tell him what I'd decided.
"Can we talk now?"
"Sure, I almost forgot. What's up?"
"It's about us."
"Uh oh, is it bad?"
"No, but you may not like what I'm about to say."
He sighed, "As long as you love me...I guess I can handle anything."
"I do love you. And because I love you, I want more for us than just sex."
"Well...so do I, but I want that too..... a lot."
"I want it too, but just not yet. If this is real....if it's more than just an infatuation, then it's worth waiting for. Here's my idea: you'll be 17 soon. If you can wait that long...assuming you still want to and that we are still together, then I am willing to give you all of me..body and soul."
"I can wait," he said hugging me close, "heck I've waited all my life, what's a few more weeks?"
I sighed in relief, "Then we're in agreement. No begging or trying to seduce me, okay?"
"I swear. But...if you change you mind and want to do it before then...well, I'm open for that too."
"Jaxxxxx...be good. Okay?"
"Scouts honor, but we can kiss and make out..right?"
"Oh, yeah...all we want."
"So what movie is next?"
"You've seen Home Alone I assume...so how about if we watch my personal favorite. But I have to warn you...it's a musical."
"White Christmas? I've seen that one."
"That's a good one, but this is a little different."
"Okay, I'm game..go for it."
Five minutes into the movie he seemed mesmerized and when the first musical number began he gave me a sly grin. This is like....A Christmas Carol..right?"
"Yup, the 1975 musical version. My absolute favorite Christmas movie of all time."
"Cool," he said stretching out and putting his soft warm feet in my lap, "rub my feet please."
We didn't last the whole movie, but when we finally went to bed around midnight we agreed to finish it the next chance we got. We peed and brushed our teeth and fell into bed and by then some of the sleepiness had drained from us. We snuggled up and kissed for a while then he spooned up against me and we talked quietly, making plans and dreaming dreams until we drifted off into a warm and blissful sleep.
Christmas morning brought a surprise that neither of us had expected. Instead of sunshine we woke up to grey skies and falling snow. Yes, wrapped up in each other we had missed the weather man's prediction of snow and now that it was here it was an especially pleasant surprise.
"It's really snowing?" Jax said excitedly.
"Well, either that or we're still asleep and dreaming," I said as we stepped out onto the balcony.
The temp had dropped overnight as well and a cold wind whipped across the balcony causing us to shiver. We had stopped long enough to slip on shorts and a tee, but we were still barefoot and the cold deck floor sent spikes of cold through us sharp as razor blades. Still we stood watching the snow and suddenly it was as if we were the only two people in the world and that mother nature was putting on a show just for us.
"It's so pretty," Jax said softly, "I don't even care if I can't board in this. It's perfect."
"Yeah, I wanted a white Chirstmas but I got a whole lot more," I said kissing the top of his head oblivious of anyone that might have been watching us.
But there was no one about and no traffic in the parking lot. The snow must've been falling for a while because there was already a good inch on the grass and the pavement was slowly starting to catch up.
"My feet are frozen," Jax suddenly said dancing from one foot to the other.
"Oh, yeah..mine too, come on let's go inside. I'll rub your feet till the circulation comes back, then we can take a hot shower."
Inside we sat on the couch and I rubbed Jax's feet as he purred softly. "Mmmmm feels good. What time are we going to my place?"
"I told your mom we'd be there some time after 11, is that okay?"
"Mmmmm...yeah, that gives us two hours. Why don't we take a shower and get dressed and go play in the snow?" He said bubbling over like a little kid.
"Okay, come on then." I said jumping up and grabbing his hand.
We showered quickly and got dressed. I loaned Jax a pair of my sweats and though they were a little big he girded them up with the draw string enough to keep them up. He had his hoodie, but no coat so I loaned him an old sweater so he could layer up and fortunately I had an extra pair of gloves. I slipped on a sock cap and he pulled his hoodie up and for once zipped it all the way.
As soon as we hit the stairs I realized just how much it has snowed. We had to be careful not to fall down them but once we were at the bottom we trudged on through it till we reached the courtyard. The snow was well over the top of our tennis shoes and sifting into our socks but nothing could have stopped us that snowy Christmas morning.
The first thing Jax did was run ahead and grab a handful of snow and thus began our impromptu snowball fight. We ran around pelting each other with snowballs for a good fifteen minutes before Jax fell down on a thus far untouched patch of snow and began to fan his legs and arms out making a snow angel.
How appropriate, I thought, my angel is making a snow angel with his perfect body.
Caught up in the moment I fell down near him and made a snow angel of my own. When we finally managed to climb out of our creations we stood side by side admiring them and suddenly we were kissing. Right there in the open, in front of God and the whole world we were declaring our love and neither of us cared whether anyone else approved or not.
We were frozen by then and hand in hand we walked back to the apartment and shook off the snow before we went inside. Carrying our shoes we hit the bathroom and pulled off our wet frozen clothing and hung them on the shower rod to dry. We changed into dry clothes and snuggled on the couch warming each other up until time to go. We kissed and cuddled and soon it was time.
"What about our shoes?" Jax asked retrieving his from the bathroom. They were still wet and so were mine.
"I have some snow boots, maybe I could carry you to the car," I teased.
"Yeah, right. I'll just wear these to mom's then change into my new ones once we're inside."
Jax grabbed his shoes and I put the presents and the pies in a box I'd saved just for this purpose and we drove the short distance slipping and sliding in my rear wheel drive Challenger. Fortunately there was a space right in front of Jax apartment so we didn't have to walk far. Jax used his key and I grabbed the box and we went inside leaving our shoes in the tiled entryway.
There was no tree or decorations of any kind for that matter so I pulled the pies and whipped cream out of the box and left the presents on the coffee table.
"Oh there you guys are," Mary said coming out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a dish towel, "The turkey is cooked, the yams are made and the rolls are in the oven. All I have to do is mash the potatoes and heat up the green beans."
"I'm a bit of an expert at mashing potatoes," I said sitting the sack with the pies down.
"Well, have at it then," she said smiling, "Mine are usually lumpy."
"The secret is to use milk and to whip them. You do have a wire whip don't you?"
"Yeah, hanging up there."
I mashed and whipped the potatoes while Mary heated up the green beans and made some instant gravy. Jax was sitting at the table lacing on his new shoes and when he had them tied he came in proudly displaying them for us to see.
"What's this?" Mary said looking at both of us questiongly.
"Santa brought them," Jax said grinning.
"Well, I hope you thanked him," she said looking at me and smiling.
"Yeah, I did. I pelted him in the kisser with a snowball too," he laughed.
"The snow was quite a shock for us," I said changing the subject, "I love snow and I wanted a white Christmas and here it is."
"I'm just glad I don't have to work till Monday," she said sighing, "I hate driving in this stuff."
"I could drive you mom," Jax reminded her.
"You may have to if it keeps this up."
We finally got everything ready while Jax set the table. I noticed their china was bits and pieces and nothing really matched but I don't think I had ever seen a more beautiful table. She had made a centerpiece of pine cones and articficial poinsettias, her only attempt at decorating, and a lit candle burned in the center.
We sat down and to my surprise it was Jax who insisted on saying grace. "Okay everyone hold hands," he said blushing, "and I'll pray us in," he laughed.
Mary sat at the end of the table and Jax and I on either side of her and we joined hands and Jax began to pray softly, "Thank you God for my mom and for this food and especially for Zach. Oh, and for the new shoes," he added grinning,"and umm..bless this food to our bodies...amen."
There were tears in my eyes I echoed his amen and I wiped at them before filling my plate. The turkey was moist and tasty and everything else equally good. I don't know if the food was really that extraordinary or if it was just because I was so happy. I hadn't felt this happy at Christmas since I was a small boy. Back when Christmas was special and family meant everything.
Suddenly I missed my mom and the rest of my family, but in a way Jax and Mary were my new family. I loved Jax as much or more than I had ever loved any of my family, including my ex wife, and Mary was growing on me fast.
"Ummm...these potatoes are yummy," Jax said showing me a mouthful of them.
"Yes, much better than mine ever are," Mary agreed ignoring Jax childish display.
"It's all in the wrist," I joked, but speaking of yummy, these yams are the best I've ever eaten."
"The secret ingredient is orange Koolaid. Tang works best, but on a budget Koolaid works fine too."
"Well, it works whatever it is."
We ate till we were stuffed, too stuffed to even think about desset, and I helped Mary clean up the kitchen while Jax cleared the table. When we were done we went into the living room and I suggested they open their presents.
"This is for both of you," I said pulling out the fruit basket, "There's apples, orangers, and bananas in it," I said giving Jax a wink and causing him to crack up.
Mary gave us a questioning look but thankfully didn't ask what the joke was.
"I got you something too," Jax said getting all excited and running off to his room to return with a small brightly wrapped package.
I handed Jax the skateboard first and his eyes lit up when he hefted the package. "What did you do?" he asked giving me a sly grin.
"Open it and find out." I said as I started unwrapping his gift to me.
"It's...oh...my...God...mom....it's...oh..no way!..it's the board I been telling you about mom....the one that I showed Zach the other day when he was in the store. You bought this for me?...I can't believe it..it's like....oh...thank you, thank you, thank you," he said jumping up and hugging me right in front of his mom.
"You're welcome. I'm just sorry it snowed and you can't use it today."
"We could maybe go to the indoor park tomorrow or something," he suggested. "I never liked going before because I was sort of ashamed of my old board."
I finished unwrapping my gift and opened the box to find a nice sports watch. My old one had given up the ghost a few weeks ago and though I don't remember mentioning it to Jax he must've found out some way. "This is great. I really needed this buddy, thank you so much," I said daring to give him a little hug.
"Oh, I almost forgot," I said digging out Mary's gift, "For you Mary, I hope you like them."
She took the package with shaky hands, "You shouldn't have. I didn't get you anything...."
"Shhhh.....yeah, you did," I said giving Jax a loving look, "the best present any man could ever ask for.
She unwrapped the earrings and her mouth went wide with joy, "Oh Zach, they're perfect. You have very good taste. I'm going to go try them on," she said jumping up and running to the bathroom.
When she was gone Jax came over and thanked me properly and we had just broke off a kiss when we heard her coming down the hall. He pulled away slowly and sighed, "The best Christmas ever."
"And there's more," I said pulling out the other packages with the clothes in them."
He ripped into them quickly and his eyes were aglow with wonder as he fondled the garments. "I'm gonna go try them on," he said jumping up and giggling, "I'm worse than a woman aren't I?"
I laughed, "No, it's the kid in you coming out, that's all."
When he left Mary gave me a serious look, "You spent so much on him. What if I had said no, that he couldn't see you again?"
"Then he'd of had something to remember me by," I said shrugging, "I wanted him to have these things, I hope you don't think I'm being pushy or anything. I just got so excited when I saw the way his eyes lit up on those things."
"Well, just don't go spoiling him because I can't compete with those kind of gifts."
"Okay, it's a deal. If you like in the future I'll run things past you first."
She waved a hand in dismissal, "I trust you. I think you know what's right and wrong."
"While we're on the subject of trust....I want you to know Jax and I have decided not to rush into things. He's agreed to wait till his birthday for us to...well, you know take it to the next level...if he still wants to. I'd feel better about things if he was older and if he changes his mind about things...."
"Oh.I have to say I'm surprised that you haven't...ummm..well, I think that's very mature of both of you. He must really love you to be willing to wait that long. I mean he didn't wait that long with....well, I guess you know about Art."
"I know he works for him, I don't think there's anything else there."
"Well, he denies it, but I've always suspected that they were closer than he lets on."
"I don't think he would lie about something like that..."
Our discussion was interrupted as Jax returned strutting in like a runway model in his new clothes.
"Wow, you look great Jax. They fit you just right. I was a little worried about the sizes but looks like I did okay."
"They're perfect," he said giving me another big hug, "Thank you soooo much Zach."
"You're welcome buddy. " I said disengaging myself as gently as possible.
We sat down on the couch with Jax in the middle and watched TV for a while and chatted and I began to see where Jax got his sense of humor. His intelligence and mannerisms were reflections of his upbringing and I supposed his father had a lot to do with it as well. Mary drug out the picture of Jax's father that she had mentioned earlier and a picture of Jax at the same age and she hadn'tbeen exaggerationg about the resemblance. Jax was basically a carbon copy of his father and it made me wish I could have met the man. Mary seemed quieter and a little sad after that and I noticed Jax took her hand and held it, then sweet boy that he is he took my hand as well and the three of us sat there holding hands for a long time.
"I hope you boys don't mind, but I think I'm going to take a little nap. I don't know if it was the turkey or the weather, but I'm suddenly very tired."
"Can I go back to Zach's?" Jax asked hopefully.
"Sure sweety. Are you spending the night again?"
"Is it okay?" Jax asked turning to me.
"If your mom doesn't care." I said to him, then to Mary, "Are you sure you don't mind Mary. It's Christmas I thought you might like him home."
"The day is almost gone and It's been wonderful having company. I think I can live without him one more night. I know you two have a lot to talk about."
Jax gave me a curious look but I gave him my best poker face. Mary walked us to the door and Jax changed into his old shoes and I slipped on my boots.
"Well, Merry Christmas. Thanks for having me...it was fun. I haven't enjoyed Christmas this much in a long time."
"You're welcome Zach. Thanks again for the earrings...I love them. Jax baby give me a hug."
"Okay mom, love ya," he said hugging her neck.
The snow had stopped but not before it had dumped almost three inches on the ground. I drove us back to the apartment and once we were inside we stripped down and took a long hot shower together. This time we were in no hurry and both feeling a bit frisky, but I was determined not to let things get out of control. While I was rinsing my hair Jax moved up behind me and put his arms around my waist and hugged me close.
"Mmmmm....you feel good," he purred.
I could feel his erection pressing into the crack of my ass and you cannot imagine how tempted I was to reach back and help him drive it home. Instead I finished rinsing my hair and spun out of his grasp.
"Hey, did I piss you off or something?" Jax said sounding hurt.
"No, no...sorry...it's just that I thought things might have been getting a little steamy."
He grinned, "So you felt little Jax back there, huh?"
"Little Jax?" I laughed, "He didn't feel so little and he's still rearing his head up," I said looking at his engorged member.
"Are you sure we have to wait till my birthday?" He whined, "It is Christmas."
"Jax, we agreed...okay buddy? I mean...I want it too, but I even told your mom that we had decided to wait."
"You did?" He asked incredulously, "What did she say?"
"She mentioned your love afair with Art," I teased.
"She just won't let that go will she? No matter how many times I tell her there was never anything between us." He said rolling his eyes.
"Moms, whatta gonna do?" I said in a long suffering voice.
"Okay, okay....I get it. We can wait." He sighed.
We managed to get clean and dried off without further temptation and dressed in sweats we piled down on the couch and continued watching the movie we'd started last night. We snuggled and cuddled and held hands and even kissed during the slow parts and I realized that waiting wasn't going to be as easy as I'd hoped.
No doubt about it that boy was one sexy little minx and even the simplest movement seemed erotic yet graceful. He was so warm and soft and yet solid and muscular. He was a little powerhouse and, I smiled to myself, for the time being he was mine.
"Have I told you today how much I love you?"
"No," he said turning his face up to me and nibbling at my bottom lip, "but it's nice to hear. And...I love you too."
"Mmmmm....this has been the best Christmas ever. And your mom, wow....I couldn't believe how easily she gave in."
"She loves me, she wants me to be happy. Besides, she already thinks I've done this with Art and she doesn't like him.
"Yeah, she mentioned him," I chuckled, "Maybe it's best we don't covince her you didn't do anything."
"Hmmm...got any wine left?"
"Yeah, I think so," I said kissing him, "be right back."
I poured us a glass and brought the bottle and sat it on the coffee table. We sipped our wine and watched the movie, basking in each other's warmth and love. We finished the Scrooge Movie and I put in A Christmas Story and Jax loved it.
He said he had seen it a few times before, but never really paid that much attention to it till now and how funny it was. We drank our wine and when the final scene began, the one where Raph's mom and dad sit on the couch watching the snow fall outside the window in front of the tree, we made a toast.
"To new love and new hope." We clinked our glasses together just as the clock struck twelve. Christmas was over but we still had a lot to look forward to.
Well, we lasted till Jax birthday and that night we shared our love completely. I'm not going to discribe it for you because it's too beautiful and too personal to share. We're still together six months later and our loves seems to grow each day. Mary has embraced our relationship and we often spend evenings with her either going out to eat or having a home cooked meal together.
True to her word there had been no more men drudging in and out of her life, but there's hope for her yet. She found a good full time job and one of her co-workers, a divorcee named Ted, has asked her to the Fourth of July picnic. Jax and I approve of the guy whole-heartedly and we're planning on going along to make sure things go well.
A lot has happened since I first saw Jax boarding outside my window but I thank God he send him my way. God had been more than gracious when he created my Jax and put him in my life.
Sorry if you were expecting sex, but I didn't want to ruin the spirit of the story by making it a taudry jerk off story. I hope you see that it's really about love and second chances and that sex is only an expression of that love and best kept private.
Thanks to all my readers who keep me sane and grounded and keeping on keeping on. Have a great Christmas and I'll see you on the other side.
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