Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2003 08:41:06 -0800 (PST) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: traveling-salesman Chapter 3 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 3 "Jason!" I yelled upstairs. "I have GREAT news. Come down here, please." Quite comfortable in his new California home, Jason was always running around the house without a shirt most often, sometimes in just boxers. I insisted that he at least wear something, or I would never be able to control my erections. This statement always made him giggle. The California sun was doing wonders to my golden boy. His dirty blonde hair was becoming quite pale, and softer than I ever remember. His skin was tanning nicely, though I never allowed him to sunbathe for too long. I love to hear Jason giggle. He's had such a rough life, and it seemed that he was finally a happy teenager, with good things happening for him. This latest news would be the icing on the cake. "We're going on vacation!" I exclaimed as he bounded down the steps, in his Tazmania Boxers and no shirt. I caught myself staring, as usual, when he said "Are you serious? Where? When? For how long? When do we leave?" Ahhh, so typical of my beautiful Jason, so curious and excited! "Well now, that depends," I grinned. "On what?" "On how quickly you can pack!" That was all it took and Jason was back up the stairs. No more questions. He didn't care, as long as we were together and going to be traveling to some place new, it didn't really matter. Since becoming Jason's guardian, my life changed more than I could have ever imagined. We keep pictures of Susan on the wall, as a reminder of how fragile and short life is, and take advantage of every moment to express our love to each other. I left my "traveling" sales position, so Jason would have a stable environment. My company was very supportive, and offered me a Director's position, so I wouldn't have to travel. On this particular morning, I was given a three week paid "holiday." Since I had plenty of airline miles and a nice little nest egg of my own saved up, I decided to take Jason somewhere neither he, or I, had ever been, the Florida keys. When the B&B was sold, I was sent the proceeds, as Susan had promised in her will. I opened a Savings CD Account for Jason, deposited the full amount with strict instructions that he could retrieve the money for himself when he was 18. He just giggled again, and said he was never planning to leave me anyway, so who cared? So sweet and innocent. It's no wonder I love him so much. In just 30 short minutes, Jason was back downstairs; two cases packed, a t-shirt thrown on haphazardly, and sweat pants. "Your shoes?" I pointed to his still bare feet. "Geez, Rick, come on." "Sorry, Mister Man, but you can't get on a plane without shoes." I pointed back upstairs. "A plane? Oh, Dude!" He was getting into the California lingo as well. I hated being called Dude, but from him, it was somehow cute. This trip was going to be unforgettable, since Jason had never flown before. When I retrieved him from New England, I insisted we drive the rental car all the way back to California. I wanted the extended 4 days alone with Jason, and make sure that we got off on the right foot. Of course, each hotel room along the way had two beds, though we never used the second one. He stayed right by my side the entire trip, as if fearing that if I were out of his sight for even one second, he would wake up from his dream, and it would all be gone. For a week or so, he even insisted I go with him to the bathroom, though I'm sure he felt a bit silly about it, being 14. However, out of love and some curiosity, I complied. Our 7:00 PM flight left without a hitch, and on the plane I explained that we were visiting a homestead ranch I had heard of in my travels. Though I had not seen the place before, I had been told by associates that it was quite nice, and well worth the trip. We would be staying right on one of Florida's white sand beaches. I had even heard that for a few extra bucks, you could get a private servant. Yes Sir, we were going to really make a show of it. During the flight from San Francisco to Dallas, the excitement of the trip took its toll on both of us. So, during the long flight from Dallas to Orlando, we slept. Well, more accurately, Jason slept. I simply held him and admired him, which was relaxing and quite refreshing for me. Each time the plane would bump, Jason would nudge closer to me. I covered us with a blanket, so anyone walking by would simply see a father and son snoozing on the plane. Beneath the blanket, I gently caressed Jason's leg. This seemed to relax him further, as he slept right through the flight. I hated to wake him when we arrived, but I didn't want him to miss any of the plans I'd made for us. I woke him with a gentle kiss on his head, and softly calling his name. "We've arrived, my sweet angel boy." A little dozing, then remembering where he was at, he began to furiously look around through the windows. I could just imagine what was going through his head, as he tried so hard to soak it all in. Coming off the landing stairs, Jason tugged on my shirt. "Rick, look!" At the end of the arrival gate, was a well-suited man wearing a Chauffeur's Cap and holding a sign that read: Mr. And Master Rick Thompson. "Oh yes, I didn't tell you? We're taking a limousine to the Ranch. I thought it might be fun to act like we owned the place. What do you think?" "So cool," was all Jason could sputter out. I think I overwhelmed him, but at least he rested on the plane. We were escorted on one of those golf carts you see at the airport, with the flashing yellow light blazing the whole time. By this time, Jason was ear-to-ear smiles. Our little troupe was escorted to the limousine. We settled into the back of the stretched Mercedes, and were whisked off to the Mortonson Ranch and Resort. It was almost like a dream for me too. As we entered through the front gates, both Jason and I were at the windows looking at all the splendor and beauty. Once checked in, a well-dressed bellhop escorted us to our room and helped us settle our luggage. Jason bounced on the bed a couple times and made some comment about making sure it could take the bouncing. "You know, for later," he winked. Oh yes, this vacation was definitely what we needed. I could feel my cock stir when he winked, and I felt like ravaging him right then. My mind drifted, and I was snapped out of it when I heard Jason say "Way cool! Check out the pool!" I peered out and saw what would best be described as a mini water park. The pool itself snaked around a lavish center garden bar, and there were a couple water slides and an Olympic size lap pool. One could literally spend his entire vacation in that pool, I thought to myself. "First things first, Mister Man," I winked at Jason. "Let's get cleaned up and see what meals are like in this paradise, okay?" Just then I saw Jason drag a hand across his stomach. "Yeah, the airplane food kinda sucked." Showered and dressed, we proceeded down to the Scallops Restaurant, and enjoyed what turned out to be a $200 dinner. Looking at Jason, I noticed he still had some of his Grand Marnier Soufflé dessert on his chin. I reached across and gently wiped it away. This would have mortified any other kid, but Jason didn't mind my little quirks. He just smiled at me. We decided that since the pool area was still open, we'd check out this little water play land. I stuck to the Jacuzzi, while Jason enjoyed the water slides, before finally nestling in next to me. Back in our room for the evening, we undressed for bed. Jason in his usual sleeping apparel, that is nude, and I in my boxer briefs. Jason nuzzled in next to me, and the feel of his warm skin against mine is something I can never get too much of. I started to whisper something to Jason and kiss him gently, when I felt his breathing slow, and knew he had fallen fast asleep. It had been a big day for both of us, and although I didn't think I'd fall asleep anytime soon, the soothing sounds of the beach waves, and Jason's breathing had me in dreamland in no time. The next day was filled with our pool paradise in the morning; Para-sailing after lunch, though I wasn't brave enough to get out of the boat, let alone be pulled through the air; and horse-back riding in the late afternoon. Jason had never been on a horse, and I had not been riding since I was 16, so we both got "novice rider" horses and enjoyed the main trail. We retired after a simple dinner, and both of us fell asleep almost immediately. So far, this vacation has been quite the adventure, and Jason loved every minute of it. We woke late, about 10:00 AM, and I suggested that we take today off. Just lie around the pool, and try to recover from yesterday's activities. Jason seemed to like the idea, and we meandered down to the pool area. Like before, my plan was take up permanent residence in the wonderful Jacuzzi. Jason said he wanted to explore the rest of the pool area, and I said I didn't mind. Since you can boil like a Boston Crab in one of those Jacuzzi's, I found a nice lounge chair and rested there, just soaking up the sun, and enjoying the view of the other people swimming in the pool. It seemed to me that people in Florida like Speedos a lot better than California, so I wasn't complaining a bit! --- Jason was passing by some water polo players in one part of the pool, as the ball got bounced out and rolled towards him. "A little help here," one boy shouted. Jason looked towards the voice and stopped in his tracks. There, staring back at Jason was a gorgeous white boy with dirty blonde hair and a big smile. "Dude, the ball. Toss it in, k?" Jason picked up the ball at his feet and threw it to the boy. Now this was something to check out, Jason thought. After throwing the ball, Jason casually sat on one of the lounge chairs and watched the game. Or, more specifically, watched the boy who had called out to him. He noticed that the boy seemed to be quite a good swimmer and his pale skin glistened in the sun. He shimmered and seemed almost unreal to Jason. Jason was hooked and couldn't help himself but staring at this boy. He even felt the blood rushing to his dick as he watched this boy move in the pool. He had never experienced these kinds of feelings for anyone but Rick. He almost felt kinda guilty about it. He was soon snapped out of it when he heard the boy call him again. "I said did you want to play?" "Oh, ummm, sorry," Jason stumbled, "I really don't know how." "Come on. Hop in, and I'll show you." The boy's invitation was almost too much. Jason dropped the towel on his chair and jumped into the pool. Everyone laughed and for a moment felt kind of embarrassed. "Oh, don't worry about them, Dude," the boy patted Jason on the shoulder. "They're just trying to psych you out." The game commenced and having learned the rules, Jason began to get quite good at it. He even got to spike the ball a couple times, each one with a high-five from the boy. The game ended as people began to leave, and the boy suggested that Jason and he check out the water slides. "My name's Heath," the boy smiled and put out his hand. "Heath Walker. My dad runs this place." As Jason shook Heath's hand, he noticed a small thin patch of hair under Heath's arm. "Jason Elerby. Nice to meet you, Heath. It must be so cool living here. I mean, this place is awesome." "Yeah, it's okay. I get to do pretty much what I want. My dad's always busy, and I don't have a mom anymore, so no one bugs me." Heath smiled again, and Jason noticed for the first time just green and sparkly Heath's eyes were. They seemed to smile as much as Heath. Heath was a good looking boy, same age as Jason, medium build about 140 lbs, and standing the same height as Jason, about 5' 7". From the back, they could almost be twins, although Jason's hair was much paler than Heath's. The two became instant best friends, and spent the rest of the day on the water slides and splashing each other in the main pool. Jason captured the nerve he was seeking and swam down under and between Heath's smooth legs. On the way back up, he brushed his hand against Heath's crotch. If Heath said anything about it when Jason came up for air, he figured he say he was just horsing around, no big deal. To Jason's surprise, Heath said "my turn," and dove down under Jason. Jason tried to stand still, but as Heath swam through his legs, he was sure Heath had brushed against his crotch. He didn't dare say anything and spoil the fun, so when Heath came back up for air, Jason just smiled and said "this place is the most beautiful place I've ever seen." "Oh, this is nothing," Heath bragged. "Come on, let me give you a tour." The two proceeded around the grounds of the resort, and Heath showed Jason what the property had to offer. A full weight room, formal conference rooms, second indoor pool were just some of the areas. Jason told Heath about the horse riding and Para-sailing. Heath then told Jason about some of the 500 rooms they had there, and how some of the rooms had themes, like a jungle theme, or African Safari and weird stuff like that. "Some people get really crazy in these rooms," Heath giggled. Heath also told Jason about the 15 private suites the resort had, along with a very private formal dining room. This was the room that Heath's dad used to entertain special guests. "Come have dinner with us tonight," Heath insisted. Jason began to blush, and hoped that Heath didn't notice. "I'd have to ask permission," Jason said. The boys walked back to where I was snoozing by the Jacuzzi. It's a good thing I lathered on plenty of sunscreen, because the Florida sun can be unforgiving, especially on its sleeping visitors. "Hey, Lazy Bones!" Jason nudged my side. "Wake up!" "I wasn't sleeping," I lied. "This is Heath," Jason announced with a big smile. "He's invited us to have dinner with his dad. He runs our little paradise, and said we could have dinner with them. Heath, this is Rick." I sat up and shook hands with the strapping young boy. For a moment, it was like seeing double. The boys looked so similar, although Heath's eyes were strikingly greener. "You call your dad by his first name," Heath asked? Jason giggled. "Oh, he's not my dad, he adopted me after my mom died. He took me in when no one else would, and it's been awesome!" I couldn't help but be a little embarrassed myself. I was proud of Jason though. Jason had already expressed how much he loved me and was happy we were together, but we never really talked about the living arrangement and whether or not he appreciated being there. I guess this answered that question immediately. I felt so proud and honored at the same time. Now about this dinner plan. I had heard of these arrangements before, from an associate of mine. It's like getting invited to sit at the "Captain's Table" on a cruise ship. It's only for special guests, and is quite an honor. "Are you sure it's okay with your dad," I asked Heath. "Hell yeah!" Heath caught himself. He was 14, but was still raised with respect for his elders. "Sorry, I mean, yes, he'll be fine with it. I've invited people to our table before. It gives my dad a chance to brag." Heath started laughing, and we chuckled along. "Okay then, it's settled. What time do we arrive?" I was getting a bit excited being invited to dine with the Resort General Manager. "I'll come get you guys at 6, okay?" With that, Heath was off leaving Jason and I alone to wonder what other wonderful things were in store for us. I smiled at Jason. "He's cute," I said as I poked Jason in the ribs. "But not near as cute as my boy." That was it, Jason sprang wood almost immediately, and we decided to return to our room, and get cleaned up. --- 6:00 PM arrived much faster than anticipated, and the knock on our door only emphasized this fact. Jason was already dressed and ready to go. However, I was trying to prove that woman aren't the only ones that take forever in the bathroom. "He's here," Jason announced, as if I was on the other side of the resort, let alone the room. Jason opened the door and Heath entered. He was dressed in Khaki pants and a polo shirt, and looked like he just stepped out of a fashion magazine. When I stepped out of the bathroom, I commented, "You look very nice Heath." "Thanks, my dad insists I dress for dinner. You know how 'rents can be." He nudged Jason and the two had a good laugh over that. We were escorted to the private dining room. Servants opened the double doors, and two huge crystal chandeliers lighted the large oak room. Along the walls were exquisite pieces of Artwork, and were it not for the long table and chairs, this would seem like more of an Art Gallery than a dining room. We were seated near the head of the table, where our host, Mr. Nathan Walker was already waiting our arrival. "Welcome, welcome," he pronounced with a warm smile. "Please, be seated." Over the next hour and twenty minutes, we were pampered beyond anything Jason and I had ever experienced. A fine 5-course meal was presented, along with an aromatic sweet wine for dessert. Once the wine arrived, Mr. Walker announced that he must attend to his duties. "The job of General Manager is certainly not 9-5," he chuckled. "Please, make yourselves at home. Heath has talked of nothing else but you, and I expect that we should be seeing quite a bit of you during your stay." We smiled back and thanked him for his generous hospitality. Then, Mr. Walker left the three of us alone in the room. I decided to push my advantage, since I was seated next to Heath, and moved my leg until it touched his. He kept right on talking to Jason and didn't move it away. I moved closer, to test him further, and still, he didn't move away. I placed my napkin on my lap, then moved my hand to touch his upper thigh. As I did, Heath casually looked at me, smiled, and returned to his conversation with Jason. The two were busy talking about PlayStation 2 games that they both liked, and Heath gave no indication that anything unusual was happening under the table. As I moved my hand further towards Heath's inner thigh, I touched his crotch. The boy was already beginning to swell, and was enjoying this caressing movement of my hand. "Do you have a PS2 System here," Jason asked? "Yep, in my room. Sometimes, I'm on it for hours. Dad hates it, but I get to do what I want since he's so busy all the time." "I have an idea," I said. This was my opportunity, and I wasn't going to let it go. "Why don't you bring the system to our room. You and Jason can play together." Jason's eyes lit up. I had just purchased one for him at home, shortly before our vacation, but since I was no good at the games, he didn't get much chance to play with anyone. "Cool," Heath said. "I'll meet you back at your room." And we left. We walked back to our room, and I could tell Jason was getting excited about this. He kept talking on and on about how much fun he was having, and how cool it was to meet someone his own age, and that liked the same stuff he did. Heath arrived soon after and the two were busily playing games. While sitting on the floor in front of one of the beds, the two would jab and poke each other if they made bad plays, or got an advantage over the other in one of the levels. I came over and sat on the bed behind them. Jason never even noticed, as my sitting behind him was pretty normal for me. I liked giving him a gentle back rub while he played, and so he got quite used to it. Heath, however, seemed very interested in this. He kept looking over at me, and each time the two boys would poke or jab, Heath would move a little closer. I noticed it right away, but Jason kept on playing. Soon after, I began to rub Heath's shoulder and he responding by leaning back towards me. This kid was enjoying the attention, and I was not about to disappoint him. Before long, I could feel my pants getting too small for comfort, so I excused myself, and went to the bathroom to undress. I came back out in the terrycloth bathrobe the resort provided, and sat back on the bed. This time, between the boys. I started my massage treatment again, this time, one hand on Jason, one on Heath. "Rick gives the greatest massages," Jason said with pride. "Sometimes, I just fall asleep cuz I'm so relaxed." Jason then smiled at Heath, and Heath began to blush. "Would you like to try a massage," I asked Heath? "Ummm, okay, I guess." Heath was hesitant. He was 14 with raging hormones, and knew in his heart that he was gay. He only dreamed about having sex with another guy, and it seemed like this was going to be it. He sure liked Jason, and Rick was good looking too. Rick had already touched his leg and crotch at dinner, and he wanted to feel that touch again. But what if he got a woody? He'd go for it anyway. I mean, it's just a massage, right? He thought. Heath got up from the floor, and lay face down on the bed, as Jason shut down the game system. "You should take off your shirt," I said to Heath. "It will feel much better." I slipped my fingers into Heath's shirt and helped him remove it. Then, he lay back down and closed his eyes. "I'm going to get some lotion. Don't go away," I said. I rose from the bed, and pulled Jason with me. "Would you like to try doing the massage," I asked Jason? His eyes once again lit up, and he knew what I setting up for him. "Oh, Rick, I love you so much!" "Well, let's not keep the boy waiting." I grabbed my favorite lotion. A cherry almond aroma that gets slightly warm as you use it. I applied some to Heath's tanned and slightly freckled back, and then pointed to Jason. Jason straddled Heath's back and began to work the lotion in. Small, soft circular motions on his shoulder blades, then to the center of his back, then down his lower back. Each time, moving closer and closer to the top of Heath's hips. As Jason did this, Heath moved in motion to Jason's touch. I could see that Jason was really getting into the back rub, and so was Heath. I stopped Jason for a moment and lowered my head to whisper something in Heath's ear. Then, as if by grand design, Jason took my clue and got up from Heath. Only long enough to remove his shirt, and pants. No underwear, as usual for Jason, and his already stiffening dick popped out. "Heath, let me make you more comfortable," I whispered to him. I slipped my fingers into Heath's Khaki's and began to pull them down his smooth, sexy, finely haired legs. Next, I pulled his light blue bikini briefs off, to reveal to both Jason and I, two firm, white mounds of beautiful boy flesh. I reached down and kissed each one gently, and Heath rose up to meet my lips. Jason straddled Heath once more, this time sitting just below Heath's butt. He began massaging Heath again, this time giving special slow and continuous attention to Heath's cheeks. As Jason massaged Heath's butt, Heath began to moan softly and whisper how much he was enjoying this. I was too, and I sat back on the opposing bed to watch in pride, as my wonderful Jason explored this boy. I opened my robe to allow my now fully erect cock to get some fresh air. Jason smiled when he saw my hard cock, and licked his lips at me. I began to stroked the full length of my dick, but only slowly as I wanted to enjoy this whole experience. Jason took my comfort as a green light, and moved upwards on Heath. As he did, Jason's stiff dick rested perfectly between the cheeks of Heath's glorious ass. For a moment, Jason lay on top of Heath, and the two boys felt each other's heat. Heath turned his head toward my bed, and when he opened his eyes, he realized I wasn't on top of him. He then turned a bit further to see what he had hoped for. His new friend Jason, naked, on top of him. Jason lifted off of Heath, only long enough to turn Heath over to his back. As Heath turned over, his uncut dick slapped up against his tight belly. Heath offered his dick to Jason, by pushing it off his belly with his thumb. It was not fully erect and pointing straight at Jason. The almost 6 inch rod had a single tear at the end. Jason had become quite good at blow jobs, and knew just what to do. Jason lowered his head, stuck out his tongue, and in a graceful single motion, lapped up the precum from Heath's dick. The hot touch of Jason's tongue sent an electric shock through Heath, such that he had never felt before. Heath moved his hips upward and slipped his hard cock into Jason's open waiting mouth. Jason closed his lips around it, and then moved his mouth slowly back up towards the head. Then back down just as slowly. I could tell by Heath's growing moans that this was his first blowjob, and was enjoying every second. Jason went to work on Heath's boy pole, and in no time was developing a pretty good rhythm. I was working my own rhythm to match their movements. Up and down, a little faster each time. Then, Jason would let go of Heath's dick, and flick the tip with his tongue. Then, he dart in and out of Heath's piss-slit. "God, this is so awesome, Jason," Heath said in between moans. Heath's breathing increased, and I could tell, as Jason could, that Heath was not going to last long. As he learned from me, Jason began massaging Heath's balls, begging his virgin boy juice to come out. Heath responded, and after taking in a deep breath, blasted the back of Jason's throat with his first stream of hot boy cum. As Jason clamped down on Heath's dick, the second and third stream jetted out. Jason didn't miss a drop, as he swallowed each load Heath offered. Finally relaxing, Heath began to slow his breathing. And, Jason, wanting to retrieve every last drop, moved his mouth to the base of Heath's dick, and slowly, firmly, moved all the way back up Heath's shaft. Pulling the last of Heath's cum from his dick. Jason savored the flavor on his tongue, swirling it around, before he moved up toward Heath's face. In anticipation, Heath once again closed his eyes. And Jason planted his lips on Heath's. Heath opened his mouth, and the two boys began to play with Heath's final stream on their tongues. Jason lifted and said, "You taste wonderful." All Heath could do was smile. He was in absolute bliss. Just then, Jason's dick jerked upwards, touching Heath's balls. "I want to fuck you, Heath," Jason whispered in his ear. After the wonderful blowjob Jason had provided, how could he decline? After all, it was what he wanted as well. So, Heath turned over back onto his belly. Jason applied some more of the cherry-almond lotion to Heath's ass, and worked it in towards Heath's love hole. Gently, slowly, Jason inserted one finger into Heath's tight butt. "Relax, Heath," Jason whispered. "I won't hurt you, I promise." Jason began to move his digit in and out of Heath's ass, and Heath could feel his soft dick beginning to swell again. A second finger was inserted, and Heath winced only for a moment. Jason stopped long enough for Heath to get used to his fingers, and then Jason continued. Finally, a third finger. By now, Heath was relaxing and starting to loosen up. Jason could feel Heath was ready. With a little more lotion applied to his dick, Jason touched Heath's hole with the tip of his dick. "Oh yes, Jason, do it," heath moaned. Heath wanted it. He wanted Jason to be the first guy to fuck him. He wanted to feel Jason's hot hard dick in his ass, and so he pushed his hips upward, letting Jason know his desire. Jason pushed slightly, and was surprised when Heath's ass opened up to him. He slid in easily, slowly, all the way to the base of his dick, until his curly pubes were resting on Heath's ass. Jason waited a moment, knowing the Heath needed to get used to the feel of his cock inside him. Then, slowly at first, Jason began moving in and out of Heath's ass. All of this was almost too unreal for Heath. The small ting of pain subsided and was replaced by the most wonderful feeling of Jason's dick. Jason began to pick up his pace, and was enjoying the tightness and warmth of Heath's ass. Jason leaned forward and planted a kiss on the back of Heath's neck, which made Heath moan again. It was so gentle and loving, and Heath was in absolute bliss. Jason's movements quickened, and he began to thrust his cock deeper into Heath. Heath responded by thrusting his hips upward. As I watched, I could tell that Heath's cock was hard again, and he was humping the bed as Jason fucked him. I quickened my pace as well, and the string of precum from my own dick provided a wonderful lube on the underside of my head. Jason quickened again, and began to breath harder. I knew from experience that Jason was on the edge, and was doing his best to hold back and make this last. I couldn't resist and moved forward to touch Jason's chest and tweak his nipple. This was all it took, and Jason began thrusting harder into Heath's boy pussy. "I'm going to cum," Heath moaned, and began unloading his love juice onto the bedspread. As he came, he ass tightened around Jason's cock. Jason cried out, and then, Jason pushed in even further, and let go of his hot boy cum. Wave after hot wave emptied deep into Heath. The intensity of Jason and Heath's passion was more than I could take, and I began to unload my love juices across Jason's stomach and Heath's back. After three full blasts of my hot sticky cum, I held my dickhead against Heath's hot skin. I squeezed the last of my cum out, and rubbed it over Heath's back. Jason's breathing slowed, and soon he pulled his softening dick out of Heath's hole. As Heath rolled over, Jason leaned down and kissed Heath again on the lips. "You were wonderful," Jason smiled and said to Heath, and then kissed him again. Then, Jason leaned up and kissed me. "Thank you, Rick. This is the best vacation ever!" --- During the remaining 2 1/2 weeks of my bonus leave, we spent the entire time at the Resort. My original plan was to only spend a few days, then travel to Texas. But Texas would wait for another trip. A knock on my door at 8:00 AM the morning after Heath's visit surprised both Jason and I. We had been sleeping in, and were certainly not expecting any visitors. I opened the door in my robe, and was greeted with a very stern looking Mr. Walker. "It appears you're in the wrong place, Mr. Thompson!" Oh shit, I thought to myself. Heath must have had second thoughts, and now the jig was up, and Jason would be taken away from me for sure. "I can explain, Mr. Walker." I began to speak and was immediately cut off. "No explanations will do. It appears that your son Jason has made quite an impression on Heath, and I like to see Heath happy. For the remainder of your stay, you'll be staying in one of our Executive Suites, and you can consider this little resort bill of yours paid in full! I won't have Heath's new friend slumming it in some ordinary room. Now then, get your things packed. My bellhop will be here shortly to deliver them to your new room, number 816. I've also arranged for breakfast to be served in my dining room. Heath is already on his way there. It will be served at 9:00 AM, so please be prompt." "Mr. Walker, thank you. Thank you ever so much." I could barely get the words out, and Jason's jaw was about on the floor. "No, no, you just make sure you enjoy your stay here. And thank you, Jason, for being so nice to my son. He doesn't have many friends, and God knows, I don't have any free time these days." Mr. Walker shut the door behind him, and left Jason and I in silence. "Well, what do you know about that," I asked? Jason and I quickly cleaned up and dressed and packed. As promised, our things were retrieved and delivered to Suite 816, and we hurried to the formal dining room for breakfast. Heath was waiting in the room, and since no one else had arrived yet, he greeted both Jason and I with hugs. After a filling and delicious breakfast, I excused myself and said that I had been promised a spa treatment. "I hope you two can find something to keep you busy," I winked at Jason. "Don't worry, Mr. Thompson," Heath said as his smile got bigger. "Please, call me Rick." "Well, Rick, there's still a few parts of the Resort I haven't showed Jason yet, so I'm sure we'll have lots of fun." I left the boys as they busily started talking and making their plans for the day. Part of me felt empty leaving Jason behind, but the other part, the stronger part, knew Jason needed to be with someone his own age. I wanted this vacation to be the best it could, and I knew when I left the dining room, I had made the right choice. --- "This part of the beach is hardly ever used," Heath said as he led Jason by the hand. "Watch your step, cuz it can be slippery." The boys had been wondering the beach front most of the day, and Heath had promised Jason that this particular area was the best. "It's my private spot," Heath admitted. "I come here to be by myself and think and stuff." -- If you liked my story, and want to hear more about the adventures of Rick and Jason, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.