Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2011 20:23:38 -0500 (EST)
From: dastardlyd3@aol.com
Subject: "Surprise Guest" Chapter 2

From the author to the readers:

This story includes male to male sex.  If it is illegal for you to read
this because of age or what laws govern your reading material, please do
not read this story.

You will note that the characters ask each other before having unprotected
sex.  It is unwise to have unprotected sex if you can not trust your
partner.  These characters did trust one another.

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Surprise Guest

Chapter Two

    Jean's slender frame seemed made to cuddle close to Ralph's bigger
body.  They sat, looking at the fire, not saying anything until Jean began
to speak.

    "It is certainly kind of you to take me in while I see what I can
salvage from my uncle's home.  I don't know what would have become of me if
you hadn't taken charge, brought me home, cleaned me up and warmed me up.

    Ralph began to speak, "It was nothing.  Anyone would have done it."
Admittedly, he was surprised he had made the offer for Jean to stay with
him, but he didn't want to lose this new friend.

    Jean quickly interrupted, "No, nobody else jumped forward as you did,
and I'll be eternally grateful.  You see, as I walked from Gomez's Garage
to the coffee shop, I saw that the town I once knew is mainly empty and
decrepit buildings.  I didn't see any other business open on my walk to the
coffee shop.  Not a soul passed me on the sidewalk.  The few cars that
passed me didn't slow down.  I don't think anybody saw me."

    Ralph spoke, "Since the highway passed by the town, we have lost almost
all our businesses.  Mary's Coffee Shop hangs on because people have been
going there for many years.  People come from miles around for the food and
the service.

    "When the highway passed us by, and the businesses began to close, we
lost most of our residents.  I was a school principal at the town school.
We saw our student population dwindle, and finally, the county closed the
school and now buses the children 15 miles to a bigger school up north.
That's when I retired, and I chose to stay here."

    "My uncle taught at the school here.  His name was Jean Pierre Roualt.
maybe you remember him."

    Ralph though for a moment, then answered, "He had already retired by
the time I came to town.  I met him once, when the school was ordered
closed, and we had a final ceremony.  All the former teachers and students
were invited to join the existing faculty, administration and students.  As
I remember, he was about your height, and now, looking at you, I can see a
family resemblance."

    "Ah, that family resemblance."  Jean laughed "Oh, yes, how my father
hated that.  Father was in the Army, a colonel of Infantry.  He was all
man, big, buff, muscular, tough-minded and acting.  He hated my uncle.  He
used to call him `that sick little pervert'.  Oh," he paused, regretting
his revelation, "I shouldn't have said that, but I think everyone knew my
uncle was gay.  My father wouldn't have a thing to do with him.  He was my
mother's brother.  After my mother died, when I was ten years old, my uncle
was the only one who cared for me.  To my father, I was just a burden."

    He paused and began to speak again slowly, "After my mother died,
father enrolled me in a military academy.  He said it would make a man of
me.  I hated it.  I was not good at sports, too small to play football in
the line, and too used to being able to go to my room and read when my
father became angry at my mother or me.  At the academy, there wasn't any
place to be alone.  And for the weekends and holidays, when other boys went
home, I was stuck at the academy.  My father was overseas, and there was no
home to go to."

    "What happened to you?" Ralph asked, shocked.

    "My first Christmas holiday at the academy, the staff at the academy
all left.  Before he left, the commander said I couldn't stay there because
everything would be locked up.  I was asked if there wasn't some relative I
could go to.  I remembered my uncle, but I didn't know where he lived, just
some place in California.  Luckily, my school records showed my uncle's
name and phone number.  They called him, explained the need, and he offered
to take me in.  I sat alone outside for three hours, on my suitcase,
waiting for him to collect me.  When he arrived, he told me his name, gave
me a big hug, and told me to get into his pickup.

    "After we started to his home, he asked all about me, what I liked to
do, what I was studying at the academy, and what I wanted to do with my
life.  At age ten, you don't have your life all planned out, but I knew I
didn't want to go into the Army and be an officer like my father.  My
mother died, there was a funeral, and I was at the academy in a couple of
days.  I still hadn't gotten over her death.  I guess I began to cry.  I
remember my uncle pulling the car to the side of the road, shutting off the
engine, then wrapping his arms around me while I sobbed out my grief.

    "I remember how he stroked my hair, just like my mother did.  He spoke
softly, told me I wasn't alone any more, and that I always had a place to
stay with him."

    Ralph sat up and asked, "How did your father handle that?"

    "Of course, my father was very angry when he learned I'd spent
Christmas with my uncle, but there wasn't much he could do.  The academy
wasn't prepared to keep cadets over the Christmas or Easter holidays, or
summer vacation.  He finally gave his permission for me to spend those
times with my uncle.  Those were the only happy times in my school days
after my mother died."

    Ralph asked, "Didn't you have any other relatives?  I don't mean to say
anything against your uncle, but didn't your father plan for your safety in
an emergency?"

    "No, I had no family that I ever heard of.  And, he just wanted to be
rid of me.  That's why he put me in the military academy, instead of taking
me with him overseas.  I think he went to Germany after he sent me to the
academy.  When he would finish an assignment some place, come to the states
on a new assignment, I would see him for a quick meal at some restaurant,
then he'd be gone again.

    "Frankly, I didn't miss him at all.  All he ever did was lecture me
about what I should do and be.  He didn't get to know me at all.  I wasn't
big and strong, as he expected his son to be.  I was small, like my mother,
and my uncle, the one he hated.

    "When graduation was a few days away, I was told that my father had
been killed in an accident.  His body was brought back to the Presidio of
San Francisco, where he had been stationed.  The commander took me to the
funeral there.  Afterwards, he drove me back to the academy.  My uncle came
to my graduation, then took me home with him."

    Jean paused, then continued, "I didn't miss my father.  I didn't really
know him.  I thought I ought to be sad, but he was just some shouting
disciplinarian who happened to be related to me.  I was glad to be my
uncle's nephew, and to live with him.

    "Each holiday, and during the summer, we would care for his vineyard
and his garden.  My uncle may have been an educated English and French
teacher, but at heart he was a gardener.  He loved to put his hands into
the soil, let it fall between his fingers, and to talk about how important
it was to keep the soil healthy, loose, not too dry, and not too wet.  he
would feed it carefully, tenderly.  His grapes were his pride and joy.  His
harvest was always bountiful and sought after.  Because of his success as a
farmer, he could pay my college expenses and give me a car.  I came home
every weekend and holiday.  He took me to France and most of the continent.
I was always glad to return, for I loved my home and my uncle.  He adopted
me after my father died.  That's how our names are the same.

    "I'll never forget him.  He was kind, encouraging, generous, a loving
man.  I can remember when we'd sit before the fireplace, just like this,
and he would have his arm around me, like you do.  Then he's reach over,
turn my face to his and kiss me."

    Jean started to lean forward, towards Ralph, then he seemed to think
twice, and rapidly pulled back.

    "Oh, oh, I shouldn't have said that.  Well, ... he loved me, and he
showed it.  I loved him and I showed it, too."

    "No, don't stop," said Ralph.  "Show me how he kissed you."

    Jean gently turned Ralph's face to him, leaned forward, and kissed
Ralph gently.  He began to lean back, but Ralph put his hand out and drew
Jean back for another kiss, this time longer and firmer.  Ralph knew what
he wanted.  He wanted to be loved as Jean had been loved, and he knew that
Jean knew how to show his love.

    Ralph's big hands encircled Jean's body and lifted him onto Ralph's
lap.  Ralph brought his lips to Jean's and said, "Jean, you are such a
sweet man.  I find myself wanting to hold you, caress you, and kiss you.  I
admit I liked the feeling of your body next to mine when we were in the
bed.  I'd like to do it again.  Would you mind?"

    Jean didn't answer.  He scooted off Ralph's lap, took Ralph's hand in
his, and led him back to the bedroom.

    Ralph stated to remove his clothes, but Jean stopped him, "No, let me.
I want the pleasure of revealing that nice body slowly."  As the shirt was
unbuttoned, Jean said, "My, my what a beautiful furry chest you have."  He
gently rubbed it, particularly the nipples.  Ralph felt something stir down
below.

    Jean unbuckled Ralph's belt, lowered his zipper, and unbuttoned the
waist button.  Ralph's pants fell to the floor.  An engorged cock tumbled
out.

    Jean was surprised that Ralph wore no underwear.  Ralph was surprised,
delighted and somewhat embarrassed to have to admit, "I don't like
underwear.  I haven't worn it since I retired.  I don't even wear clothes
around the house.  Nobody comes here, and I'm more comfortable without
clothes.  If I ever had any modesty, I lost it long ago."

    Jean reached out and gently touched Ralph's penis, "Nice cock you've
got there, Ralph."  Then he, too, disrobed, and led Ralph to bed.

    Once in bed, Jean and Ralph turned to face each other, and leaned
forward to kiss.  When they moved closer together, each of the two penises
pressed against the other's body, though Ralph's was below Jean's by
several inches, and it kept trying to punch between his legs and come up
behind Jean's legs.  Jean moved his legs so as to rub that beautiful cock,
which grew harder.

    Ralph's arms encircled Jean, his big hands gently caressed Jean's
slender body, and drew him close.  Jean stroked Ralph's furry chest,
rubbing against his nipples, with each caress feeling the big penis jump
between his legs.  With each caress, Jean felt Ralph drawing him closer and
closer.  Jean pulled back from a kiss and asked, "Ralph, I'd like to suck
your cock.  Do you mind?"

    Ralph admitted, "No man has ever touched my cock, let alone sucked it.
I don't mind, but I don't know what I should be doing."

      "Don't do a thing, just enjoy it.  Now, roll onto your back,
spread your legs apart, so I can get between them, and relax.  I'll do the
rest.  You tell me if you don't like something I do, and if you're close to
cumming."

    Ralph rolled onto his back, spread his legs, and felt the slender body
of Jean in place, his hands moving up Ralph's legs, touching his scrotum,
then rubbing back down to his ankles.  Again, the hands moved up to the
scrotum, this time holding one testicle while the other hand moved gently
back and forth along the underside of the penis.

    "Beautiful equipment you've got, Ralph.  Such a nice cock and balls.
And you have taken care of your body.  You have nice definition of your
chest, flat tummy, strong legs.  All in all, you're a sight for sore eyes."

    Jean leaned forward, replaced the hand with his tongue, licking the
underside of the penis.  After three or four trips up and down the penis,
Jean's tongue touched the slit in the penis, where a drop of precum had
appeared.  "Ummmmm.  Sweet precum, Ralph, I can't wait to take your full
load."

    The tongue circled the ridge of the penis three or four times, pushed
into the slit once or twice, then Jean's mouth slowly swallowed the penis.
A few trips up and down the penis, and Ralph cried out, "I'm going to come.
Uh, uh, here I come!"  And come he did, shooting six times, a big load, and
Jean took every bit of it, keeping the penis in his mouth, gently circling
it until all the cum had been emptied into his mouth.  Then he raised up,
crawled over Ralph's body to his open mouth and shared the beautiful cum
which was on his tongue.

    "That was `awesome', as the youngsters say.  Do you always shoot so
much cum?"

    Ralph thought a moment, then replied, "I don't think so.  I don't know.
I haven't cum that much since I was a teenager.  Something came over me.  I
think it was a handsome man who swept me off my feet...and out of my
clothes.  Now come here and let me hold you in my arms."  Jean did just
that, feeling the warmth of Ralph's body, the gentle way he caressed Jean's
body, and the kisses he showered on him.  Jean relaxed, put his head on
Ralph's chest, and soon was asleep.

    Ralph held Jean loosely, enjoying the closeness, the afterglow
following his first blow job.  He wondered how he, a widower, could have
gone through life without knowing the lovemaking of a man.  He shook his
head and realized that this was his first lovemaking since before Louise's
cancer surgery.  It may have been a man, but he liked it, and what a man!
In his gentle way, Jean had become a special person in Ralph's life.  Ralph
mulled that over for a while, then he, too, fell asleep.

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To the readers:

The next chapter will be posted in a week.  If you have any comments,
please write me at
    dastardlyd3@aol.com