Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2003 13:27:37 -0800 (PST) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: traveling-salesman - Chapter 2 THE NORMAL BORING DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION, and just one of my fantasies. Any similarity to real persons is purely coincidental. Further, this story contains sexually explicit information between an adult and a teen-ager. If this type of material offends you, do NOT read further. However, if you like these kinds of stories, then read on and ENJOY! -- CHAPTER 2 "Is the water too hot?" I asked as I gently caressed Jason's beautiful hair under the spray of the shower. "Mmmmm, it feels great," he smiled. "I wish I could stay here all day." I smiled too. One reason was because I was feeling so much better. My cold, it seemed, was taking a turn towards recovery. The second reason was because this angelic boy was sharing my private shower with me. What more could I possibly hope for? Like Jason, I wanted this moment frozen in time, all day, forever. But, as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. Or do they? We finished our shower, and Jason, redressing in his overalls, said "Sorry your soup got cold." "Don't worry, my hunger was more than satisfied," I winked. Jason left my room with the lunch tray in hand, and a smile on his face. --- I spent several weeks in New England, often staying as many as 7-8 days in the B&B. Jason and I spent more and more time together, and I could tell that we were becoming very close. Movies and outings together, but my earlier experience with Jason did not repeat itself. Perhaps, for Jason, it was a passing curiosity. I didn't press the issue, as I was enjoying just spending time with him. My travels would once again bring me to the beautiful B&B. This time, I was summoned there, not because of some prospective sale or some new sales conference. No, this time was different, and would change my life forever. I arrived about 7:00 PM. Dusk had fallen, and the interior lights as they shined through the leaded glass of the B&B, made it sparkle and twinkle like Christmas. It was the first time I had ever arrived so late, and this new perspective on my favorite hideaway took on a mysterious, almost translucent quality. I was instantly mesmerized, and all of my memories of my frequent stays there reemerged. However, unlike every other arrival, my sweet Jason was not waiting for me. I paused for a few moments in the car, waiting to see if he would come bounding out of the house to greet, like someone's pet might do. But, Jason did not appear. I carried my bags into the foyer of the B&B, and was almost immediately greeted by Ms. Jessie Witherton. This was not someone I had met before, but had spoke with only once on the telephone. She was the reason I was here for this visit, or more accurately, she was the one who requested my presence. Ms. Jessie Witherton, a starchy, gray-haired woman in her late 60's, dressed in a formal business suit, and carrying a smile that had seen better days, and was wilted by too many years of endless smoking. Her tobacco-influenced aroma caught me by surprise, and I had to swallow hard to keep from coughing. I was informed that my usual room was prepared, and I was requested to return to the sitting room by 7:45 PM. As I proceeded up the stairs to my room, I noticed that the B&B was unusually quiet. Was I the only one here? And where was Jason? Certainly he must have heard me come in. My mind was doing flip-flops, trying to assess what was going on. Upon entering my room, I dropped my bags at the end of the bed, and sat down for a moment. The aroma of flowers still lingered, although not as fresh as I remembered. It also appeared as though the room had not been given much attention as usual. That wasn't like Jason's mother, Susan. She was very meticulous about her care of the B&B. I changed out of my suit into casual pants and a sweater, and proceeded downstairs. Upon entering the sitting room, I realized that my suspicion was correct. I WAS the only person there. I was about to call out for Susan, when Ms. Witherton entered the room. "Earl Grey is your favorite, I understand," her wrinkled grin appearing. "Why yes, thank you." I took the cup and set it down on the table next to my chair. "I must insist, Ms. Witherton, what's this all about. I have a very busy schedule and your middle-of-the-night phone call with no details..." "Please, Mr. Thompson, let me explain. You see, I'm the executor of Susan's estate." My heart sank. There's no way this could be good news. "You see, Mr. Thompson, Mrs. Elerby has requested that I speak with you directly. So, I couldn't give you any details over the phone. It wouldn't be right." "Where is Mrs. Elerby?" I demanded. It was funny calling Susan that, since I never knew her last name. She introduced herself as Susan, and that's all I've ever known. "Mr. Thompson, I'm so sorry, but Mrs. Elerby died." "WHAT? Are you serious? Is this some kind of sick joke?" "I'm afraid not," she bowed her head. "However, there's more, Mr. Thompson, much more that we need to discuss." The smoky old woman proceeded to read me Susan's will, and for some strange reason, Susan had grown attached to me as much more than a customer. Susan had been diagnosed with a rare heart disease, and her digression was speedy. She had enough time to formulate a will and discuss these matters with Ms. Witherton. Apparently Susan saw me as a father figure for Jason. In addition to the proceeds from the sale of the B&B, I was awarded custody of Jason. "You can't be serious!" I screamed. "I'm not father material; I travel all the time; I'm never home. What was she thinking? I can't possibly. What about Jason's father?" "He died when Jason was a small child," she informed me. "I understand your frustration, Mr. Thompson, but Jason has no other family. Susan spoke with me at great length about the time you spent with Jason, and how much Jason spoke of you." I was shocked. I hadn't realized what an impact I had on the boy. "Where is Jason?" I asked. "For now, he's staying with me. He is unaware of Susan's decision, Mr. Thompson. I felt that it was best that I not tell him, in case I couldn't find you, or in case you insisted that you could not take him. I've already made arrangements for a Foster Care family in Louisiana to take him in." "Louisiana? Oh, Christ! This kid was born and raised here in New England. How could you possibly send him there?" "I'm sorry, Mr. Thompson, but I have no choice. If you won't take him, then he goes there. My caring for him was only temporary, until I could speak with you." "I must see him," I said. The seriousness in my eye emphasized that I was not someone to reckon with. Ms. Witherton left to retrieve Jason from her home. While waiting for their return, I went upstairs to my room. Staring out the familiar box window, I gazed at the stars. How could all this be true, I asked myself? Within 15 minutes, they had returned. Upon opening the front door, and seeing me at the top of the stairs, Jason ran to me. He hugged me tightly, as if he never wanted to let go. Peering over his shoulder, I saw Ms. Witherton standing in the foyer. "Could you give a moment?" I asked. "I'll make some tea." And she left the room. I leaned over and whispered into Jason's ear, "I've missed you." Jason spoke not a word, but I could hear the small muffled sounds of his tears. I took Jason to my room, and closed the door. We sat on the edge of the bed and he once again hugged me tightly. "It's all right, Jason. Everything is going to be all right." I was saying to him, but I wondered if I was trying to convince myself. "Jason, there's something very important that I have to talk to you about. Your mother loved you very much, and she knew that we are close." No response, just the same muffled tears. "Jason, your mother wants me to take care of you. I'm not sure what she was thinking. I'm not really father material. I travel all the time, and I don't know what kind of life I can provide for you." Finally, Jason lifted his head, and our eyes met. Those gorgeous hazel eyes burning into mine. "I want to be with you, Rick. It's all I've ever wanted. Please, Rick, please take me with you. Take me away from all this pain." That settled it. The decision was made. It no longer mattered to me what kind of father I was, or how much I traveled. I would never let a stranger care for the boy I loved so much. I hugged him again, and kissed him gently on the head. Jason hugged me tighter, and it seemed to last a long time. I found myself gently rocking the boy, and stroking his soft hair. Despite the moment, I felt myself aroused by our closeness. I had not touched the boy since that late August day, and now he was in my arms. I felt the blood begin to move, and my dick begin to grow. Jason moved his arm lower and began to caress my chest and stomach. I lifted his chin and looked again into his teary eyes. Then I kissed him, gently at first, then more passionately. I was working to remove those tears and take away his pain. Jason returned my kisses with passion of his own. As I reached down and touched his pants, I could tell that Jason too, was feeling good about this embrace. "Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked. "Oh yes." A small attempt at his usual smile came to his face. I stood from the bed, and locked the door. As I turned around, Jason had moved back across the bed and was lying there, face up, waiting for my return. I didn't disappoint him, as I lay down next to him and we kissed again. Jason opened his mouth, and allowed my tongue to dance with his. Slowly, carefully, I began moving my hand down his soft face, then down his neck, and then across his chest. When I reached his belly, I slipped my hand inside his T-shirt, to touch his soft, warm skin. I moved my hand up and began rubbing his stiffening quarter sized nipples. Jason was enjoying my touch and the subsiding tears were replaced with moans of enjoyment and passion. Jason was also exploring my body, and his touch only made my dick grow harder, begging to be released from its cloth prison. I had to feel Jason next to me. I had to feel his soft skin against mine. I pushed his shirt higher, and taking the clue, Jason lifted his head so I could remove it. I kissed his chest, and continued making little kisses on each nipple. Then, slowly, I moved down his milky skin towards his abs. I stuck the tip of my tongue out and traced a tender line along his belly. Jason shifted upwards and I could feel the heat of his own rising cock against my neck. I unbuckled his belt, and then unsnapped the top of his jeans. Sliding the zipper down with my finger inside, so I could rub across his dick. Just like before, Jason wore no underwear, and this made me smile. Jason lifted his hips so I could remove his pants and let them fall to the floor. Just as I did, Jason lifted up and pushed me backwards onto the bed. He decided it was his turn to do some undressing and would show me how it was done. Jason lifted my sweater to the top of my chest and planted several kisses on my skin. The feel of his soft lips touching me was almost enough to make me lose my load. But I tightened my teeth to fight off the urge to cum. I wanted this to last. He lifted the sweater over my head. Then, just like I did, he moved down my body, kissing along the way. Unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down my firm legs. Then licking the front of my boxer briefs, Jason made an outline of my now fully erect cock. He began gently chewing on the front of my shorts and was sending me into blissful ecstasy. I hadn't noticed that Jason had slipped his fingers into my waistband, until he began to pull them down. Allowing my stiff dick to pop out, Jason quickly engulfed the full length of my hot love pole into his craving mouth. Then, he slowly slid my dick out of his mouth to the tip. Holding it a moment, he slid back down. Jason too wanted this to last, but I didn't want him to think it was a one-way trip. I pulled him upwards and moved around into a 69 position. I wanted him to feel just as good as I felt. Jason quickly went back to work on my excited dick, and I savored the taste of his own teen dick. As I lifted my mouth off his dick, a single precum tear appeared. I licked it off the tip, and savored it on my tongue. "Mmmmmm. It's been way too long, but so worth it," I moaned. Jason began picking up his pace on my dick, and as my stiff rod moved in and out of his hot mouth, Jason reached under to caress and fondle my cum filled orbs. Taking the hint, I returned the favor. As I began to massage his balls, Jason moaned and said "Oh yes, Rick." I massaged those beautiful tight balls, begging for them to release their white nectar, and occasionally reached further back to gently rub against his boy pussy. "Oh, Rick, this feels so good. I'm about to lose it." I didn't need the announcement, I could tell by his precum and the movements of his body that my lover was close to giving me exactly what I was begging for. However, I took his admission as encouragement, and began sucking even faster, flicking my tongue on his piss-slit, and rubbing and massaging his balls. I held my own cum back, waiting for this boy to give me his load first. But, with each movement, Jason was making it more and more difficult to hold back. Just when I thought I couldn't wait any longer, Jason exploded in my mouth. One, two, three shots of hot tasty boy cum hit the back of my throat. I quickly swallowed it down, keeping a tight grip on his dick head. I didn't want to lose a single drop of his precious load. A final shot rested on my tongue and I held it there between my tongue and the bottom of his dick. Licking the bottom of Jason's softening dick, and the taste of his boy-cum was too much, and I began to buck my hips. My first shot of hot cum caught Jason by surprise, and he released my dick. The second shot hit his left cheek, so Jason moved his mouth back onto my cock. One more shot came out on his tongue, and Jason moaned, knowing he had satisfied me. He held my dick in his mouth, until softening, it slid out. He licked me a few more times to make sure I was clean, and I returned the favor by bathing his soft dick. Then I turned around to smile at Jason, and saw the stream of my own cum on his cheek. I kissed him, and then began licking his cheek to clean him off. I then held the cum in my mouth and kissed Jason again, sharing my cum with him. Our tongues danced over the savory flavor, as our arms intertwined in a warm embrace. His soft skin next to mine, and his tight embrace, I knew that there was no way in hell I could let this boy go! --- We dressed quietly, only occasionally giving each other a kiss on the cheek. I knew Jason could go again, but I remembered that the old smoky woman was downstairs, and was probably beginning to wonder what was taking our "talk" so long. We finished dressing and proceeded downstairs. "Jason will be coming with me," I proudly pronounced, as if in front of a whole crowd. All of Jason's tears were gone, and he walked as though so much more relaxed and happy. "We leave tomorrow, 10:00 AM sharp, so you best get packing, Jason." Inside, I was jumping for joy, and just as excited as Jason, but I continued my air of maturity and "father like" quality. Jason even giggled a bit, because he had never heard me talk like that, and certainly knew better. We both knew it was a show for Ms. Witherton, and so we let the show go on. "Well, that's just wonderful," the old woman spoke. "I'll drop by first thing in the morning with the paperwork. Thank you, Mr. Thompson. I'll keep you informed on the sale of the house, and the rest of the details. Don't worry about a thing." "Thank you for all your help," I said as I shook her hand. "Well, you two better get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning." Sleep...now THAT was funny. Jason and I looked at each other and grinned. We both knew that neither of us would get ANY sleep tonight. -- If you liked my story, and want to hear more about the adventures of Rick and Jason, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.