Date: Fri, 23 Aug 2002 07:56:15 -0600 From: Ross Cutler Subject: The Apprentice 2 Oh my God! There's like a million of you out there! I promise I'm trying to get everybody answered, so be patient with me. Somebody asked me if this was a true story. No, but there's a lot of truth in it, and it's being written by committee. PJ was supposed to be like my friend Mike, but everyone that knows me says he has my attitude. Poor little shit! Van is my Brady to a 'T', so he's easy to write. Hope that answers all the questions for now. Please keep the emails coming, It's awesome! And write to Nifty and thank them for their great site! Peace, Baby! Ross Rosscutler111@hotmail.com The Apprentice: Dogs at bay Van Pulled his truck into the driveway and took his suitcase out. Bruno could be seen looking out one of the living room windows, and he smiled at the dog, causing it to shake with excitement. When he opened the door it was to chaos. The dog bounded out into the yard, and Van stared in disbelief at the mess. Bruno had torn up a pillow or something, and had scattered the stuffing all over. There was a pile of shit near the kitchen, and Bruno's water dish was tipped over. The garbage can was on its side, and garbage was scattered down the hall. He felt anger wash over him as he set his bag inside the door. PJ obviously hadn't let the dog out since yesterday, and he felt foolish for giving so much trust at one time. The message light blinked on his phone and he ignored it, letting his anger boil as he cleaned up the mess. Finally after twenty minutes he let Bruno back inside and opened the windows to get some air flowing. He tossed his bag on his bed, thinking about the sweatshirt inside he'd bought for PJ, and turned away in disgust. The first two messages were nothing important. The next was his mother inviting him to dinner Sunday, and the last was Roger. The message left him even more angry and feeling like a fool for taking his frustrations out on PJ. "Van, this is Roger. Hey, bad news, man. Your kid was arrested for possession last night. I think what happened was that he protected his Mom when she got busted so she wouldn't violate her parole. She didn't go down to make bail for him, Van. I'm sorry, but I didn't have a thousand dollars. I would've done it in a heart beat. If you need any help give me a call." "That fucking CUNT!" Van bellowed and punched the wall, putting a softball sized hole through the wallboard. Bruno disappeared into the living room. Van breathed in slowly and let it out, then glared at the hole. "Son of a bitch!" He hissed and went to his room. In the floor under the carpet was a small safe he'd installed. He liked to have enough money around to make a repair to the house or fix the truck if he needed to without going to the bank. He pulled back the carpet and opened the safe and counted out fifteen hundred dollars just in case. He carefully closed the safe, replaced the carpet, and headed out the door. The rear tires on his truck squalled as he swung out into the lane leading to the main road. As he passed by PJ's trailer his heart began to pound, and he had to fight the urge to drive right through the fucking trailer. It took fifteen minutes to get to the local police station, and twenty minutes to fill out the paperwork. He swore up and down that PJ would make it to his court dates, and finally they guard went to get him. Van paced in the foyer while he waited, running his hand through his hair. A door opened and Van turned to see PJ following a short policeman out. His head hung low, and he looked at the floor. His face was crimson, and he looked defeated. He stopped in front of Van and glanced up. "Hold your fucking head up. Put your shoulders back." Van was surprised to hear his voice crack. He blinked back tears. "You don't have anything to be ashamed of goddamn it!" He held his arms up and PJ rushed into them. He started shaking immediately, and Van stroked the back of his head. "It's okay, PJ. It's okay." "I'm so glad you're home." PJ sniffed and swiped at his eyes. "God I missed you!" "Let's get out of here. You don't belong here." Van steered him out the doors. On the ride home PJ stared out the widow and continued to swipe at his eyes. They wouldn't stop tearing up, and it got worse when Van reached over and took his hand. "Your place or mine, PJ?" Van asked gently. "You can stay with me as long as you need to." "Yours." PJ almost snarled. He glared at his mother's trailer as the drove by it. "She let me take the fucking fall, Van. She knew they were coming and she put her shit in my room. I walked right into a fucking slaughter." "Did they give you an attorney?" Van asked as they stopped in front of his place. PJ got out and followed him into the house. "Yeah, he said I could beat it pretty easy, but he couldn't get me out because of the dumb shit I did last year." He sat down at one of the kitchen chairs and put his head on his hands. "I'll pay you back the money." "You're a good risk." Van smiled and got them each a beer. "They give it back when you make all of your court times. Don't worry about it." PJ took the beer and gulped down about half of it. "Thanks." "Don't go getting all fucked up on me." Van chuckled and took a drink of his beer. "Actually, if you want to get blasted tonight we can arrange that. You probably could use a chance to let your hair down." "That would be a bad idea." PJ said faintly sarcastically but seriously. "If I get drunk I might tell you how I really feel, and then you'd want your money back real bad." "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Van said irritably. "PJ, you can always tell me how you feel. I'm not embarrassed, and you shouldn't be either." PJ's face changed, and for a second he looked years older. "You mean that?" Van felt a shift going on between them and he couldn't pin it down. "Of course I do, man. You think I throw down a thousand bucks on just anybody?" PJ stood up and moved into the middle of the living room and ran his hands trough his hair. "I have this problem, Van, and it's got me all fucked up inside. I fell in love with somebody, and I can't have him." "Why?" Van asked cautiously. He had a feeling what was coming, and he didn't know how he would react. "I'm not going to make this a soap opera, man." PJ put his hands on his hips. He looked so tired, and his shoulders sagged. "Van, you are the most perfect, most beautiful and decent person I ever met. I don't deserve the treatment you give me. I sort of suspected a long time ago that I liked guys, but when I met you I got this weird flutter in my chest." He swiped at his eyes again. "Fucking tears. I hate looking like a pussy almost as bad as I hate sounding like one." Van stood up and scratched his head, totally unable to think of anything to say. He picked up the empty beer bottles and dropped them in the trash and got two more. "You don't look like a pussy." Van said, clearing his throat. "In fact. I think you're one of the toughest fuckers I ever met." He walked over and handed the beer to PJ. "I don't know how I feel about gay and not gay, but I can tell you that I feel real attached to you, and that if I was gay, I would be real attracted to you. I can tell you for a fact that I love you, kid. I mean it." "Do you dare to find out what its like?" PJ asked, trying not to cry anymore and failing miserably. "Can I please hug you for a minute?" Van swallowed hard and held his arms open. He wrapped them around PJ and held him, letting him cry. This tough as nails kid had finally cracked, and Van knew he needed to get it out of his system. He also knew that he was extremely attracted to PJ, especially now that he'd seen this real side. He felt like his chest was going to explode, like there was a big hole inside that he'd never noticed that PJ was filling up in a rush. After several minutes PJ leaned back and looked Van in the eye. "I can't pretend that I don't feel like this any more, Van. I'm sorry." PJ sniffed and smiled slightly. "Don't tell me I don't know what I'm talking about, okay? I know I love you, and I can imagine making love with you, and I like thinking about it." "I won't." Van said seriously. "I have real strong feelings, too. What worries me is that you have so much shit on your plate that it would be taking advantage of you, PJ." Van stroked his bangs out of his face. "I don't want you to have to worry about me too. I'll be here in a few days when it's taken care of, or in a month or so. Give yourself some time so that you're not just jumping, know what I mean?" PJ put his forehead against Van's chest and exhaled slowly. "Can I at least kiss you sometimes? See what it's like?" Van used his finger and tilted PJ's chin up. "I already know what it's like." He bent down slightly and touched his lips to PJ's, barely connecting at first and then more forcefully. A cascade of mental and physical feelings washed through them both, and Van crushed PJ to him in a hug, their tongues meeting tentatively and then sliding together. Only needing to breathe made Van push away. It was even worse than he'd expected. Not only was it extremely arousing to kiss PJ, it was intoxicating. He gasped for air and smiled tentatively. "That's what it's like." PJ put his head back on Van's chest. "Too bad. I knew I was going to like it." "Look, PJ, I've never felt like this." Van stroked his long hair. "I'm not rejecting you, I mean it." He lifted PJ's chin until their eyes met. "Here's the deal, okay? We take it slow, like one day at a time, and see what happens. Do you get what I mean?" PJ sighed and nodded. After a moment he headed down the hall towards the spare bedroom. Van pulled on his face and groaned. He knew he'd handled that badly, and he hated feeling confused. His mind was racing and wanted time to sort things out. His body had reacted to PJ like no other he'd ever met and wanted to take the kid up on his offer. They watched TV for a while, and Van stretched out on the couch with PJ stretched out on his chest. PJ remained silent for most of the night, and after the news was over he hugged Van tightly and headed for the guest room. Van stripped and climbed under the sheets. Bruno waddled up to the other pillow and plopped down, slobbering and panting. Van forced his eyes closed and tried to sleep, but his mind never slowed down. He stared at the blinds in frustration. Falling in love with PJ was not only a serious stupidity, risking all of his other relationships, but was also surrendering to his longest fight, the idea that he would find a woman and settle down and have kids. Twice he'd forced himself to try a relationship and believe, and twice it had ended in screams and heartache. The worst part was that PJ had slipped in without even being seen, and now Van was wanting him, wanting him to be a part of him, like he'd never felt before. He sighed and looked out the window again, resigned to being tired and ornery tomorrow. A little after one in the morning he heard PJ stirring in the other room. He got up quietly and pulled on his underwear and went to the door. There was another quiet rustle of fabric, and Van moved to look into the guest room to see if everything was okay. PJ was sitting with his legs crossed at the end of the bed staring out the window. He looked over his shoulder at Van and tried to smile. Van moved into the room and slid onto the bed. PJ immediately leaned back against him and let Van's arms slide around his waist. "I know what you meant now." PJ said quietly, closing his eyes. "What?" Van pulled him close and rested his chin on PJ's shoulder. "About having to much on my mind? I can't sleep." PJ yawned hugely and blinked at the moon in the window. "This is really cool, though." Van smiled and made a decision. "Tell you what, Ion boy. I think you should come and sleep with me and Bruno. The bed's way to big for only one body." He stood up and took PJ by the hand. "Wait, I'll put on my underwear." PJ bent to pick them up. Van pulled on his hand, stopping him, and quickly ran his eyes over the kid's naked form. "You don't have to. Come on." Van put his arm around PJ's shoulders and moved him out into the hall. "Go get in bed with Bruno. I have to make a call." "At two am?" PJ turned and looked at him. "Today was a fucker. I think we ought to sleep in tomorrow." Van smiled and pointed at the bed. "Left side is mine. Get in bed." PJ hesitated and then bounded onto the bed. Van went to the phone and called the office. He left a message and lied, explaining that he was up with the flu and was taking the day off and promised to work in his home office. When he returned to the bedroom PJ had curled up around Bruno with his back to Van's side of the bed. Van chuckled at the look on the dog's face and pulled his underwear off. "If you keep that up he'll never let you alone." He picked up the sheet and slid under it, moving up against PJ and wrapping his arm around his waist. "He doesn't want to be alone anymore than I do." PJ said quietly. "Until I got home and you weren't here I thought I wanted to be alone. I don't." Van kissed the back of PJ's neck. "Goodnight, PJ." PJ's arm came up around his, and in seconds they were both asleep. A couple of mornings later Roger looked across the diner booth at the two of them and his eyebrows bunched together. He'd known Van for fourteen years, and he'd known about PJ and his life for over a year, and he knew that there had been a major change somewhere. PJ had finished his bacon and eggs, toast, pancakes, and OJ, and was currently leaning back against Van's shoulder. Van, who was never the touchy feely type, had not pushed the kid away, but had instead put his arm around PJ's shoulders. "Anyway, I decided to call in sick, and PJ crashed at my place that night." Van stifled a yawn. "I wouldn't go through it again." He'd been describing 'The Jail Day' for Roger. Every detail from the shredded trash all over the trailer to the money for bail. Roger listened intently, nodding in the right places, and not missing the very sneaky and subtle way that they held hands under the table. When Van finished the girl poured more coffee for them, and Roger waited until she left before he met Van's eyes and held them. "Quite an experience. It's a good thing you two are close." There was no malice in his voice, no sneer or jibe, and he watched as Van's eyes widened slightly. PJ looked up at him with new interest. "What kind of crack was that?" Van asked quietly. Under the table PJ's hand squeezed his briefly and disappeared. "Look, Van, you two are obviously a lot closer than you were and I'm fine with that. I'm not making a crack." Roger said carefully. "What I was saying is that if I were in your shoes I might carefully consider how much effort it's going to take after PJ's mother gets arrested. It's going to be tough." He sipped at his coffee and set it down and then looked up at his friend again. "If ever there were two people who deserved someone to be decent to them it would be you two." He smiled slightly and quirked his head to the side. "I'm really glad that things are going so well." Van got the message and smiled slightly. "I was thinking that while he was going through your adult education thingy that he could stay with me, keep focused, you know?" He said, looking down at PJ. Roger snorted and Van looked up sharply. "I'm not sure his focus will be any better." Roger chuckled and shook his head. "I am, however, positive that he'll be happier." He smiled at PJ. "You guys are big boys, okay? You know what you're doing. Just don't forget the team, huh?" They all shook hands outside the restaurant and Van sent PJ on ahead to the truck. It took a few seconds before he could look Roger in the face. "I didn't plan this, Roger." "If I thought you had, Van, we wouldn't be speaking right now." Roger did something unusual and hugged Van. "You two are always welcome to come and see me an Carrie. The kids haven't seen Uncle Van for a while." "We will." Van swallowed hard and hugged Roger back. "You've always been a decent bastard, haven't you." "Van, take some advice. Take the brat and go on a trip for a few days camping or something. Get both of you out of town and out of everything that's happened." He followed Van towards the truck. "If you're at your usual norm you've got so much leave saved up that you're losing it." "I don't have money to do something like that." Van chuckled. "Christ, Roger, I had to pay a thousand dollars to get him out of the pound." "Who are you bullshitting, Ace?" Roger moved up so his face was only a few inches from Van's. "Your truck is paid for, you paid cash for it from the trust your mom set up when your dad died. I was there. Your house is paid for in double payments, and you make more than I do by a damn sight. I think you have every nickel you ever made." Roger poked him in the chest. "Go do something fun, Van. You're worn out and that kid is exhausted. Do Disney or something. Go to Texas or Florida, someplace you've never seen" He smiled sarcastically. "God you're a pain in the ass." Van shook his head. "Tell Carrie she has my pity." "You and everyone else." Roger waved and headed for his car. PJ looked curiously at Van as he climbed in the truck. "What was all that happy bullshit about?" Van started the truck and pulled into traffic. "Roger knows me better than my mom does, PJ. We were being to obvious." He steered into the turning lane and glanced over at the kid. "We need to be more careful. I was afraid something like this would happen." "So now we go back to nothing?" PJ said bitterly, understanding what Van meant. Van grinned and reached out for PJ's hand. "You weren't listening, kid. I said we need to be careful, not that we can't be us." He flashed the grin at PJ and let go to steer the truck. They got back to the trailer and PJ used his new key to open the door. "Take Bruno out, PJ, would you?" PJ nodded and went in to the yard with the excited dog. "I have to get some work done. Give me an hour or so, okay?" Van sat in his office and scratched his chin, thinking about what Roger said. He got on the net and did some searches, smiled at the insanity of his freshly developed plan, and got his credit card out. Since insanity seemed to be the order of the day, fuck it, why not? He went to the safe and took out the remaining cash and counted out four hundred dollars. PJ was going to need some things. By the time he went out to the living room he was whistling. He called work and requested leave, which shocked his boss speechless, and made sure that PJ could hear him. "What's going on?" PJ asked. Van headed into the spare bedroom and opened the closet. He pulled out two suitcases, tossing one to PJ as he entered the door. "Ever been out of Oakland?" He headed into his room and set the bag on the bed. "No, I never even been to the city border." PJ said nervously. "Do you have to go somewhere again?" "Do you trust me?" Van dropped the suitcase and walked over to the kid and put his hands on his shoulders. PJ nodded, but it was clear that he wasn't sure. "Look, I have an idea for a surprise, and it's going to be big one, okay? Just hang with me." He took the four hundred dollars out of his pocket. "This is a loan until you get a job, so get that guilt shit out of the way, okay?" PJ took the money and looked at it. It was a small fortune for him. "What's it for?" Two hours later he walked out of the mall dragging a large new suitcase on wheels and hurrying to keep up with Van. "Why do I need all of these clothes?" He asked. "Where are we going?" "I told you I don't want to ruin the surprise." Van helped him get the heavy bag into the truck. He looked at PJ with his freshly trimmed hair wafting in the breeze and his new clothes and he could help but smile. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" "Thanks." PJ said almost shyly and hugged him quickly. "I still wish you'd tell me what's going on." Van put his hands on PJ's cheeks and kissed him. PJ's mouth dropped open in shock. "Van, we're in like broad fucking day light." "Amazing, but the more I think about it the less that matters." Van laughed hard and slapped PJ's ass. "Get in the truck, buddy. We're having breakfast in another state." They finished packing, and PJ took off all the tags and wrappings so he could refold his new clothes. While Van arranged for his brother to dog sit, PJ took the bags out to the truck and loaded them. He was getting so excited by the time he made it back into the house he was shaking. Every time he looked at Van or touched him his heart skipped. Finally Van turned out the lights and checked the doors. It was almost seven, and the sun was getting low in the sky. "Are you ready, Baby?" He asked PJ and ran his fingertips through the kid's silky dark blond hair. "Figured out what's going on yet?" He gave PJ a shit-eating grin. "I'm scared but it's a good scared." PJ laughed nervously. "Where are we going?" He followed Van out of the trailer and to the truck. "IT'S A SURPRISE!" Van shouted and climbed in the truck. "You know I wouldn't ever hurt you, so lean back and enjoy the ride." Van pulled out and headed for the park entrance. "Do you have your state ID card?" PJ took out his new wallet and nodded. "And I have that cash you gave me." "Good, you can buy dinner at the airport." "Airport? You didn't say anything about flying." PJ swallowed hard. "Van, I never flew before!" "Will you please relax? I promise you'll love it." Van laughed again and turned towards the freeway entrance. "Think of this as an early graduation from school, okay?" They made it through check in and security, and PJ watched them attach tags to their bags and put them on the conveyor. His eyes were wide as they walked through the towering concourse, and a shiver ran up his spine as they watched a plane land. He wiped his hands on his shorts and followed Van into the food court. Eating turned out to be a useless effort. He was to excited. They made their way to their gate, and Van bought a book for each of them, although PJ couldn't think of how he could settle down to read it, and he didn't care how long the flight was. He turned to go up to the counter and almost knocked over a display. Van laughed and took PJ by the wrist into a quiet corner. The way the bookshelves were arranged gave them a little privacy, and Van immediately turned and kissed him. It was a real kiss, and PJ greedily accepted Van's tongue in his mouth. The world seem to shrink away, and his thoughts narrowed down to right now. When Van turned him loose he sagged forward into Van's arms. "Take your mind off things?" Van asked. PJ nodded and blew air out through puffed cheeks. "Good. Think about that for a while." Van paid for their things and headed out into the concourse. "Thanks." PJ smirked as he caught up. "I always wanted to walk through an airport with a fucking hard on." He slapped Van's ass. "You're not climbing the walls anymore, are you?" Van grinned broadly. After about twenty minutes they boarded the plane, and PJ got nervous again. Van had already given him some Dramamine as a precaution, and PJ sat in his seat looking out the window. Their first class seats were comfortable, and his hand rested so that his pinky was curled around Van's pinky. There was a clunk as the ground crew backed the plane away from the gate and PJ swallowed hard and glanced at Van. Van had his head back against the seat back with his eyes closed, and PJ pursed his lips in irritation. He went back to watching the ground move beneath them. It was dark when they began to taxi, and he watched as the terminal fell behind them. "Are we driving to wherever?" He groused. Van smiled and patted his hand. "Be patient, PJ. It gets better." PJ sighed and tried to look out into the darkness. The plane's landing lights illuminated the cement as it passed by. Suddenly they turned and stopped, and the plane began to vibrate as the engines raced. His pulse quickened, and despite the public appearances, he took Van's hand. "Oh, God." The plane suddenly jumped forward and he was pressed into his seat. The landing gear vibrated rhythmically on the runway, and PJ growled through his teeth. "Van, I don't like this!" "Ask if you can get off." Van quipped. The nose of the plane came up and the vibration went away. There was a sinking feeling in the pits of their stomachs, and the plane arced over their city. PJ got a dopey grin on his face and watched in fascination as the lights slid by. Before long they were to high to see individual lights. Despite his excitement, an hour into the flight PJ yawned. After they had a little sandwich and a coke he accepted a blanket and a pillow, and fifteen minutes later he was asleep with both hands wrapped around Van's arm under the covers. He came to slowly, blinking at the feint morning light shining in the little window. Van snoozed next to him, and he stretched his back and carefully stood up to go to the bathroom. It took very little time to decide that he hated the cramped little toilet stall. He washed his face, used his new comb on his glossy hair, and tried to straighten his sleep wrinkled shirt. Van smiled up at him as he came back to his seat. "Morning. Did you sleep good?" "Yeah, better than I thought." He slipped into the seat and buckled in. "Where are we?" "I would guess we're damn close to Orlando." Van yawned and sat up. The attendants were bringing coffee and croissants around. "Florida?" PJ's eyes lit up. "You're taking me to Florida?" "I thought you might like some beach time." Van squeezed his hand and adjusted his seat back up. "Not all of life is a fight like you've had, PJ." He'd begun saying it like 'Peej' instead of 'Pee Jay'. "Sometimes you get some fuck off time, and I think we're due." The landing was smooth, and PJ watched the strange city float under them. With barely a bump they were on the ground. They were near the front of the plane and were in the terminal quickly. The car rental counter was right across from the baggage wheel so PJ watched for the bags while Van got their car. Every time the doors opened there was a blast of hot air, and PJ was already glad that he had on shorts and a t-shirt. His new shoes needed to be broken in, though. His feet hurt. He pulled the two large pull cases and headed for Van. Van rented a convertible Mustang, and they both grinned like fools as they hit the freeway. "Where now?" PJ shouted over the wind. "Orlando!" Van answered. "What's in Orlando?" "All kinds of shit!" Van grinned and pulled PJ over for a kiss. "I promise you won't be bored!" Before long they started seeing signs for Disney, and when Van took more than a couple of the Disney exits PJ started to laugh. "You're taking me to Disney World?" Van nodded. PJ leaned over and hugged his neck had and kissed his ear. "I love you, Van." "I love you, kid. I wouldn't be here with anybody else." They checked into a resort that looked like a tropical island surrounded by pools, lagoons, and palm trees. The lobby was an enormous twist of walls, sofas, fish tanks, and open windows. PJ's neck was starting to ache from looking up and around so much. He followed Van out a door and they walked for sometime before he started seeing what looked like little houses in the trees. Van stopped in front of one of the little houses and used the key card to open the day. "Here we are. Home for a week." He let PJ go in first. "Get your clothes put away so they aren't wrinkled." There was a living room with a sofa and overstuffed chair, a kitchenette, a small bar, and a bedroom with a king sized bed. PJ walked over to the sliding doors and open it. There was a patio with two lounges and a little round table. It was like watching one of those rich and famous shows on TV. "So what do you want to do first?" Van pushed his suitcase into the bedroom and leaned it by the closet. "We can do whatever you want. This is your trip." PJ thought about it as he set his bag down and then smiled mischievously. He turned to Van and pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. As he walked across the room, he undid his belt and zipper and shoved his pants and underwear down at the same time. "You said anything." He stopped in front of Van, naked, and began to slowly pull Van's shirt up and off. "Are you sure this is what you want?" Van asked. PJ just smiled and undid his pants. Van allowed him to slip his pants and underwear off, and they stood motionless for long seconds, looking into each other's eyes. PJ brought his hands up under Van's arms and hooked them over his shoulders. With very little effort he brought Van's lips to his, and this time their kiss took no time to heat up. Something poked him in the stomach and PJ reached between them to feel Van's powerful manhood hardening in his fingers. Van guided PJ back to the bed and they crawled onto it. Van stretched out on his back, and PJ moved on top of him, slowly gliding back and forth and causing their rock hard cocks to rub together. "I never did this before." PJ breathed heavily. "I'm not sure what to do." Van licked one of his nipples and tickled it with the tip of his tongue. "Oh, God that's cool." "I'm not an expert, but just relax, okay?" Van said gently. He rolled onto his side so that PJ was on the bed next to him. He resumed kissing PJ and exploring his chest with his tongue and began to slowly masturbate him. "Aaaaaaahhhh!" PJ groaned. He felt like a wild fire was burning throughout his entire body, and it was hard to concentrate. Van made his way down, outlining and tonguing each muscle, and then enveloped PJ's manhood in his mouth. "Van!" PJ gasped as Van began to pump slowly up and down. "Holy shit! Oh!" Each motion on Van's part caused PJ's nerves to vibrate faster, and his stomach tightened harshly but in the most pleasant feeling he'd ever had. Flashes went off in his eyes, and he could feel his hips moving by themselves. "Van! Something's happening!" He pulled at the sheets and arched his back, and somewhere inside something gave loose. "Aaahhh! AaaaaaaaaaHh! Oh, God!" Tears streamed down his cheeks as PJ had his first ever orgasm that he didn't cause himself in the shower. Van was caught off guard by the size, flavor, and amount of PJ's load, but he managed to swallow and keep up with it. He had been prepared to find it disgusting and nasty, and instead was happy to find it sort of salty but pretty damn good. He looked up at the now gasping PJ and smiled as he slid back up along side of him. PJ immediately wrapped his arms and legs around Van. "Why are you crying, Baby?" Van smoothed his sweaty hair out of his eyes. "It was so much better than I thought. I love you so much it hurts sometimes and I like when you call me Baby." PJ mumbled against Van's chest. "Me too, Baby. Me too." Van rolled onto his back to let PJ crawl up onto his favorite place, stretched out on top of Van. "That's like the third time I ever came in my life." PJ said quietly. "I never could make it feel very good." "Who taught you how?" Van asked, running his fingers through PJ's hair. "Nobody. I figured it out myself." PJ relaxed and moved just perceptibly against Van's sort of soft hard on. It didn't take long for it to start stiffening up again. "Did you use baby oil or KY or shampoo or something?" "For what?" PJ lifted his head up. "I thought that was for gay sex." "Oh, PJ, I think we figured out a problem here." Van smiled and closed his eyes. Whatever the kid was doing felt really good, and he just leaned back to enjoy it. "When it's dry it doesn't feel very good. Kind of hurts actually." "I know." PJ chuckled. "I never thought of using it on myself, though." Without warning he jumped up and ran into the bathroom, dragging his suitcase. "PJ, are you okay?" Van sat up worried. "I'm fine, don't move!" PJ said from the bathroom. Van could hear him rustling in his suitcase, and in a bout a minute he came out and bounded up on the bed. Van had gone soft. "Let me fix that." PJ said and put it in his mouth. He tried to copy Van's motions, and pretty soon he was hard again. So was PJ. He climbed up on Van's chest again and stretched out. Van kissed him and leaned his head back, beginning to enjoy it again. Suddenly PJ slid farther forward and reached back to grasp Van. "What are you doing?" Van's eyebrows came together. Then the feeling came to him and he knew where PJ was aiming. "PJ, not yet." "I want to." PJ said and slid back, causing Van to penetrate the first two inches into his ass. He held his breath for a few seconds as the pain washed through him, and before Van could stop him he pushed the rest of the way on. He'd brought a little tub of stuff the guy at the mall said was very slick and smooth, and in the bathroom he'd put it inside himself as best he could. "PJ!" Van hissed, "You'll hurt yourself!" He felt himself go all the way in and he looked at PJ's face. It was red from exertion, but he had a great big smile on his face. "Oh my God that feels cool!" PJ said. "Oh, man. It hits some kind of button in there." He closed his eyes and began a steady rocking motion. "Don't move for a minute, okay? Jesus Christ, it's like liking a battery or something." Van chuckled. He didn't want to move ever. He wanted this moment to last forever. He put his hands on PJ's chest and began to massage him. PJ groaned and arched his back. "It's coming again!" PJ grunted, picking up the pace. Van gritted his teeth as his own moment approached. "Every time it hits that spot it makes my insides buzz." PJ grinned and pushed up on his hands. "Jack me off, Van. Please." His eyes fluttered shut. Just as van went to reach for PJ though he arched his back and screamed, blowing his load all over Van's chest without even being toughed. As this happened he constricted his ass, and Van automatically began to slam up into PJ's ass. He couldn't help it. He reached around PJ's back and crushed him down in a bear hug, pistoning in and out. "Jeeeeeeessuuuuuuss!" He growled and let go, spewing inside PJ in great contractions. It was almost fifteen minutes before either of them moved, and Van's now limp cock slid out of PJ. PJ's breathing was getting deeper and more controlled, and Van stroked his back. "Aren't you glad we waited?" He asked. "No, it could've been like this a couple of nights ago." PJ smirked at him. "This is the best thing that ever happened to me." Van chuckled and kissed him. "I told you you'd like Florida."