Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2000 18:33:50 GMT
From: Wayne Patrick <wppsd@hotmail.com>
Subject: gay/beginnings/searching for a son 8

Disclaimers:  Please see chapter 1 for disclaimers.  If you shouldn't be
here, you know who you are.

I appreciate any comments or suggestions that you have about the storyline.


Joey stopped him by quickly locking his legs behind Stephen's back.  Through
his gritted teeth he said, "What...ever...you...do...don't...move."

Stephen froze.  If Joey said don't move, don't move was what was going to
happen.  If a mosquito had landed on Stephen's nose, he wouldn't have
swatted at it.  Joey squirmed a little under Stephen, trying to get
comfortable.  He looked into Stephen's eyes again.  The tears that had
started to form were gone, replaced by looks of concern and love.  That
helped him forget the pain pretty quickly.  He waited until the beating of
his heart eased, the throbbing in his body subsided.  He tightened the
muscles around Stephen's tool.   Stephen moaned as Joey smiled.  A couple of
minutes later, he rose up to Stephen, kissed him softly and said, "I'm okay.
  Go ahead."

Stephen slowly pushed in some more.  Joey prepared for more pain, drawing
strength from deep within.  He was going to smile for Stephen no matter how
much it hurt.  This was for Stephen.  But it never got worse, it got better.
  Stephen stopped pushing.  Now Joey was concerned, why wasn't Stephen
moving?  What was wrong?  Stephen smiled.

"You've got it all."


Chapter 21

A broad smile broke out on Joey's face.  He laid his head back on the
pillow.  He wanted to remember this moment forever.  He wanted to know what
every nerve ending in his body was feeling.  This was no dream.  It felt
very real.  It felt calm and relaxing.  It was warm inside his entire body.
He was so excited that he was covered with goose bumps.  It was magic.  It
was why Joey had taken that chance to offer Stephen his body in the hopes of
helping him forget the rest of his world.

"Are you ready?"  Stephen asked.  Joey nodded wide-eyed as he stared at
Stephen.  Stephen started to pull out very slowly.  Joey moaned, happy and
upset at the same time.  The pleasure he hoped for was even greater than he
expected.  He also felt the emptiness as Stephen started to withdraw from
Joey's body.  He wanted him in.  He wanted Stephen to stay in there forever,
as deep as he could bury it.

Stephen was unsure what to do.  He surely didn't want to pull back so far
out that he would pop out, but he was excited by the squeals and groans he
was causing from the man under his body as he moved.  Remember, this was his
first time with a man and he really didn't know what he was doing that was
so right.  But he was very happy that Joey felt good.   Stephen began
stroking Joey slowly, pulling out and then pushing back in.  Joey just
moaned.  Stephen wasn't a virgin.  He and Susan had made love enough that he
knew the signs if it felt good for his partner.  He watched Joey's face for
the answers.  His expressions would let Stephen know what was good and what
did nothing for him.  Stephen took his time, but as he got used to the
tightness of Joey's ass, he began to move faster.

They played - hugging, kissing and fondling each other.  This was not going
to be a "wham, bam, thank you ma'am."  Neither of them cared how long this
would take.  They could go all night.  And just like their times before,
they were more concerned with the happiness of their lover.  They reveled in
the pleasures that each gave the other.  Finally, when they could not stand
it any more, Stephen filled Joey with shot after shot of his love.

Joey had already cum, and he was happy that Stephen had shown proof of his
love for Joey, not that they really needed it.  But for Joey, there was more
to it.  For years, he had sought love and affection from someone he could
look up to.  Joey needed to feel protected; he needed that security he had
never had before.  Joey watched Stephen's face as he claimed him as his
lover, and he thought not of the physical pleasures he was giving Stephen,
but he felt the emotional union of their two souls.  He saw in Stephen's
look, a man who loved him because of who he was.  Joey felt acceptance, that
he wasn't some freak.  And in that moment, because Stephen could accept
everything about Joey Edwards just the way it was, Joey was able to accept
himself for who he was, and for the first time since he was five years old,
he was truly happy.

They fell asleep, spooning in their favorite position, but this time with
Stephen's now softening cock still inside of Joey.


Chapter 22

Bzzzzzz.  Stephen's right hand reached to the night table as he slapped at
the alarm clock.  On the third try, he finally backhanded the damn thing
off.  He opened his eyes to take inventory.  Pins and needles shot through
his left hand.  He tried to move it, but the dead-to-the-world weight of a
teenage boy laying on it made it impossible.  With his right hand, he lifted
the boy, rolling Joey towards him until Joey was curled up under Stephen's
arm, his head resting on his shoulder.   At least Stephen's left arm was
free to get the blood flowing again.

He finally slid out the side of the bed, letting Joey continue in dreamland.
  Joey rustled a little bit, grabbing Stephen's pillow, pulling it to his
face, inhaling the sweet aroma of the sweat of his lover.  He took a deep
breath, smacking his lips a couple of times, then nestled down, hugging
Stephen's pillow under his chin as he went back to sleep.  Stephen began his
usual routine of shaving, showering, and dressing.  As he put on his tie, he
looked in the dresser's mirror and smiled as the naked boy lay sleeping,
uncovered on the bed.  He walked over to the bed, pulled the sheet back over
Joey, kissed him on his forehead and tousled his hair gently.  He quietly
left and headed out for the office.

Joey woke around 9:30 to the sound of the doorbell.  He staggered out of the
bed, wrapping the bed sheet around his waist.  "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" he
shouted as the bell rang at him again.  He threw open the door to see a man
wearing a business suit and sunglasses.

"Hello, can I help you?"  Joey asked, shielding his eyes from the glare of
the sun.

"Is Stephen Andrews here?"

"No, I'm sorry, he left for work a while ago.  Is there anything I can do
for you?"

"Yes.  If you have a few minutes, I'd like to talk to you."

"Would you come in?  Let me put some clothes on, and then we can talk."
Joey left the door open after the stranger came in.

The man walked in to the living room and stood in the middle of the room.
Joey went down the hall to the bedroom where he grabbed the first pair of
jeans he saw.  They were a pair of Stephen's old jeans.  He slipped them on
without his boxers and threw a t-shirt over it.

Back in the living room, the man walked over to the bookcase where the
photos of Matthew Edwards and Scott were.  He looked at them. He noticed the
positioning of the photos.  He wondered if it meant anything.

Joey re-entered the room.  "I'm sorry, I don't believe you said your name
before.  I'm Joey Edwards."

"Jeffrey Wood."

Joey went pale.  Jeff knew Stephen would be at work.  What the hell was this
guy doing here?  Why did he want Stephen?  "What can I do for you, Mr.
Wood?"

"I wanted to stop by for a minute to see what Stephen thought was so damn
hot that he couldn't keep his hands off it?"

"Excuse me, Mr. Wood, but that is personal between Stephen and me, and I
don't think it is any of your business."

Jeff thought he was dealing with a kid he could bullshit.  "Anything to do
with Stephen is my business right now.  He has been my best friend for ten
years.  Something has happened.  He has changed and I'm worried about him.
I just had to see what could make such an impression on Stephen.  Tell me,
is it your charming personality that changed Stephen so quickly, or do you
fuck like a madman?

"Look, Mr. Wood."  Joey wasn't fooled.  He could tell how Jeff had risen to
the top at the office, by stepping on toes and kissing ass.  "I have never
met you before today, I really don't know you very well, and even if Stephen
and I were having sex, I believe in `don't ask, don't tell,' especially to
you."

"Oh, but I think it is my business.  You see, he is an employee of my firm,
and if there is something that could possibly be interfering with his job, I
have the right to know how that will affect the performance of his duties."

Joey was not buying any of this.  "I have never set foot in your office,
and, for that matter, I don't even know the phone number for your office
even if I wanted to call.  I have not interfered in Stephen's job, nor do I
intend to.  What Stephen does when he is not working is not your business at
all.  I think it is best if you leave now.  Goodbye."  Joey pointed to the
front door and stood tall against this intruder.  Joey was going to stand up
to this jackass.  He knew he didn't have to take anything from Jeff.

"Yes, I think you should leave."  The two men turned to the new voice
standing in the doorway.  Stephen angrily stared at Jeff.  "I was standing
at the front desk when you called the office and said you were at a
client's, I had a funny feeling about it."

Jeff was expressionless.  "I had to come and see for myself what all the
fuss was about.  If it was so good that it made you forget Susan, I had to
see it."

"First of all, IT is not an it, his name is Joey.  Second, Joey is right.
It is none of your business.  Third, my resignation is sitting on your desk,
so as far as being your employee, that's not true anymore.   And let me tell
you something else, I loved Susan and Scott with all my heart.  But they are
gone and I have to continue my life.  I don't need your approval, although
it would have been nice.   After what you said yesterday, I felt that you
had given me an ultimatum.  I could have Joey or I could have my job.  I
choose Joey."  He walked over to Joey, putting his arm around Joey's waist.
Stephen put an exclamation point on it for Jeff, gently kissing Joey on the
cheek.

"I've made my choice.  Now you have a choice, Jeff.  You can choose to
accept Joey as my friend and our friendship will go on or you can say
goodbye.  No matter what you choose, I will always love you in my heart
because you were there when I needed you.  I will always remember you and
Donna for your kindness when I lost Susan and Scott."

Jeff stood there.  He couldn't accept the fact that Stephen was different.
Why is it so difficult for a human to accept anything that doesn't not
follow the rules?  Why do people have to be so insistent on every one being
exactly the same, staying within the lines?  Besides, who made the rules
anyway?

Jeff turned to the door without saying a word.  He stopped at the picture of
Scott, glancing at it for a second.  He shook his head sadly and continued
walking out the door.  The screen banged shut as he stormed away.

"What do you think he'll do?"  Joey asked Stephen.

"Jeff always had a temper, especially when he was younger.  Give him some
time to think about it.  I don't really know if he'll come around, but it
doesn't matter to me anymore.  I meant it when I said I made my choice and I
chose you."

"Thank you."  They kissed and hugged.

Joey drew back from Stephen, "But what about your job?  Why did you resign?"

"It was an easy choice.  When I was getting dressed this morning, I looked
in the mirror and I saw you sleeping.  It's hard to believe, but looking at
you then, I fell in love with you even more.  I couldn't even remember what
my life was like when I was alone.  What you did for me last night confirmed
your love for me.  I know I want to be with you as much as I can, and while
driving to work, I thought about all those 12 hour days I used to put in.  I
don't want that anymore.  I want you.  I can find a job, maybe for less
money, but I won't have to work killer hours.  We won't go hungry.  I've got
enough put away to take care of us for a while, even if I can't find a job.
And last night, you convinced me that I can do anything.  I will land on my
feet."

"So will you go back to the office today?"

"No, I told them I didn't feel well.  The rest of the day is ours.  What
does my boy want?  Is there anything special we can do?"

"Well, we could do what we did last night.  That is the most special thing I
can think of."

"That would be fun, but that is tonight's entertainment.  Try something else
for today."

"I want to celebrate.  Let's go anywhere not in the sun.  I'm still stinging
from yesterday at the pool."


Chapter 23

Stephen decided that they would go shopping.  He felt that they needed a
couple of new pieces of furniture for Joey's personal things, and he wanted
to buy Joey a new computer for school.  Stephen wasn't worried about money
even though he had just quit his job.  The love that these two had for each
other made them feel invincible.  They would take on the world together.  If
they could deal with Jeff Wood, they thought that they would be able to
solve any problem the world could deal them.  And, as they say, money is no
object.

They spent the day talking as they shopped, learning more about their likes
and dislikes.  Stephen loved baseball, able to spout off the numbers of any
player or team.  He had become an accountant because of his affinity for
numbers.  Joey struggled to keep up with the team names.  Stephen patiently
explained things to Joey until he understood about the game.  While they
were out, they found a bookstore where Stephen bought a book to help Joey
learn.  He told him he could take it to the pool so that he didn't fall
asleep again.  That was met with a nasty stare from Joey.  But the stare
couldn't last long.  A hug and a kiss and that stare was replaced by a grin.

"I wish you had been around to explain all this stuff to me before.  I
wanted to learn when I was a kid, but no one took the time.  It wasn't worth
the trouble without someone helping me.  It almost seemed like school work."
  Joey grew sad, knowing that once again he was seeing another part of his
childhood that he missed.

"Hey, don't be sad, sport.  Don't worry about numbers, that's for accounting
geeks like me.  I promise that we'll go buy ourselves some gloves and a
ball, and I'll take you to the park behind the complex.  Playing is more fun
than watching anyway.  We can have a game of catch."  The offer was
overwhelming to Joey, who could only fight back the tears for the lost part
of his soul that Stephen had found.  Yeah, it was only baseball, but when
you've had nothing, everything is a treasure you feel you've missed.

Stephen learned that Joey was a history buff.  He could read stories of the
Civil War all day.  Stephen found history dry, but listening to Joey's
colorful details of this battle and that event, he found himself captivated.
  Then again, Stephen could listen to the sound of Joey's voice all day,
even if he just read traffic signs.

After lunch, they took in a movie in a nearly empty theater.  The movie was
pretty bad and they wound up getting into a popcorn fight that almost got
them thrown out.  They sneaked out the back exit so that they didn't have to
walk past the manager.  They were laughing so hard they nearly fell down the
steps leading to the parking garage.

"I haven't laughed this much in years," Stephen told Joey.  "Thank you for a
great first date."

"First date!" exclaimed Joey.  "I'll be damned if you call this a first
date.  I promised myself that I would never go to bed on a first date, and I
don't plan on staying up all night by myself.  You take that back!"

"All right, it's not a first date.  How about second date?  Do you put out
on second dates?"

"Gee, I never got past a first date to find out."  This started another
round of howling laughter.  When you're in love, everything is funny.

As they were driving home, they passed the market.  Stephen turned in so
that they could pick up dinner.  They picked out some frozen things that
they could microwave and went to pay.  A familiar face was working the cash
register.

Stephen smiled, "Hey Katie.  What's going on?"  He leaned over the counter
to give her a quick hug.  Joey was shocked by the apparent closeness between
them.  He stood behind Stephen, almost hiding, to see what would happen.

"Not much."  She looked past him and was surprised to see the young boy
standing with Stephen.  "Hey, what are you doing hanging around this dirty
old man today?"

Joey's mouth hung open.  He didn't know what to say.  Then he looked at
Stephen with a questioning stare.

"Joey, this is Katie.  She is my niece.  She is Susan's brother's daughter.
Katie, this is Joey.  He is going to be, ah, living in my apartment for a
while.  He got kicked out of his house, and you know how I am with stray
animals."

"Yeah, Joey, watch out.  He's got a heart of gold and a head of lead."
Katie laughed.

"Yeah, he does have a heart of gold.  He was nice enough to take me in."

Katie rang up the groceries.  "Just remember, he only likes housebroken
strays.  if you stain the carpet, he'll throw you out.  Of course, if he
throws you out, I'll be glad to take you in."

Stephen jumped in.  "Watch it, Joey.  She's a man eater."

"Anytime, Uncle Steve.  I love strays too.  It must run in the family."

They walked away from the register.  Stephen turned to wave goodbye at
Katie. Turning back, he whispered to Joey, "Too bad about poor Katie."

"What?" asked Joey.  Stephen made it sound like she had some fatal disease.

"She wants you bad.  Did you see her checking you out?  And when I just
turned around, she was staring at your cute butt."

"My butt?  No, you're kidding!" Joey was almost shouting as he jumped away
from Stephen.  "I didn't see anything!"  No wonder Joey never dated.

"Son, she was practically drooling over you.  It will break her heart when
she finds out you're taken.  I can't believe you can't see it.  Anyone would
be happy to get their hands on you.  I'm so glad I got there first."

"There will never be anyone else for me."  Joey spoke with a firmness of
conviction.  "Oh, by the way," he questionned, "what will she say when she
finds out it's her uncle that's taken me?"

"Touche'.  That's one I don't want to be around for.  Why don't you take her
out on a date and tell her yourself?"

"Me on a date with a girl.  Very funny.  Are you going to chaperone for us?"

"You don't need one.  Remember, you don't go to bed on first dates."

They both busted out laughing, people staring at them as they walked through
the parking lot to the car. They headed home for dinner and a night of fun.


Chapter 24

Dinner was over and Joey was busy cleaning the dishes when the doorbell
rang.  Joey looked at Stephen nervously after what had happened that morning
with Jeff.  He was still worried about Stephen's decision to quit his job
and kept to himself his fears that Jeff's anger might result in a
confrontation.  Stephen smiled at Joey calmly and offered, "I'll get the
door."  When Stephen opened the door a smiling face greeted him.

"Uncle Steve, what's going on."

"Hey, Katie, we're just finishing up with the dinner dishes.  What are you
doing?"

"I just got off work.  I was so happy to see you this afternoon, and I
thought that it had been a while since we had gotten together.  I know that
it's been hard on you to see all of Aunt Susie's family, but I was hoping
you guys could use a little female company.  I thought that if Joey was
going to be a temporary member of the family, he could meet some of his new
quasi-relatives."  Katie bubbled over the prospects of getting to know more
of Joey than his cute rear.

Joey turned the corner from the kitchen to see Katie standing at the door.
"Hi, Katie."

"Hey, Joey.  Has Uncle Steve showed you all the highlights of our little
city?"

"Well, we have made a couple trips to the grocery, does that count?"

Katie laughed.  Her outgoing personality was almost too much for Joey to
handle at this point.  "There is more to our town than groceries, believe
me.  Why don't you guys finish up and let's go down to Club Row.  Uncle
Steve, you and I can show Joey the nightlife in this town."

Stephen wasn't quite sure what to do.  He could tell that Katie was coming
on too strong for Joey, but he didn't feel like he could back out without
some serious explaining to Katie.  He flashed for a moment on the idea of
having to tell Susan's family that he is gay, and secondly, that Joey is now
his lover.  He wasn't quite ready for that yet and he thought that this
might be not too much of a sacrifice to protect their secret for a while.

"Well, Joey.  Are you ready to hit the Row?"

Joey didn't want to go.  Katie was not about to take "no" for an answer.

"You know, Stephen, I'm only 19.  The bars aren't going to let me in.  I'm
not sure that this is a good idea."

"Oh, don't be a party pooper, Joey."  Katie jumped in.  "I know a few clubs
that also have restaurants and dance floors.  We can just go, you can have
some soft drinks and we'll do a little dancing.  I got tomorrow off, but
we'll be home early for Uncle Steve to go to work.  Maybe he might even take
a day off for once."

And so the three of them headed off to the clubs.  Stephen offered to drive.
  When they got to the car, Joey offered to sit in the back and climbed in
first.  Somehow, Katie just followed Joey right into the back seat.  She
continued her aggressive attack on poor Joey by sliding over towards the
middle of the seat, practically pinning Joey in the corner.  Stephen stood
outside the car on the driver's side watching every move that Katie was
putting on Joey.  He wanted to laugh so hard that his sides were hurting.
He wouldn't let Katie do anything that would hurt Joey, but he thought that
this might be a fun lesson for Joey.  He'd have to deal with women at some
point in his life, and he could think of a lot worse situations than Katie.
He wasn't going to let her go too far.  And he knew what all of her work was
going to get her.  No matter how hard she tried, Katie was not going to get
Joey.