Jayson Outed
Chapter Two


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Warning: This story is PORNO. I have tried my hand at friction, now I'm trying fiction. This story contains vivid descriptions of sexual activity between teen boys. It contains no truth, partial truth, or half truth. What it does contain is stroking material. If this kind of story turns you off, please find something else.
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Back by popular demand. I was overwhelmed by the e-mail response to this story. Thank you so much to everyone that took the time to write. So many of you wanted to know what happened to Jayson that I have put together three more chapters. I hope this is pleasing to you.

Again I want to thank you for writing. Please let me know how you like this continuation. I might carry it on through highschool if it is your desire.

Life began to return to normal for Jayson. He would be forever grateful to Brad for what he had done. He was also struck with the older boy's beauty. Brad was Renee's fifteen year old cousin. He had all the beauty that Renee and her entire family had. Jay had never seen a family of more beautiful people. Brad and his folks only stayed for the weekend and then had to return home.

Jay and Renee became as one. Where one went the other was glued to their side. Classes were a real pain for the two in that they had to separate.. The weeks rolled by and it was time for the holidays and the end of the first semester. Renee had invited Jay and his mother to Christmas dinner. The two kids had very little time to see each other during the holiday break. It seemed that Renee was busy with one thing and then another so when the dinner invitation was offered Jay said yes at once without even consulting his mother. When he told his mother of the invitation she told him that there was no way they could attend. She had other plans. Jay was almost heart broken. She was playing with him. She knew of the invitation. Renee's mother had called her weeks before but she had to let Jay sweat a little.

Christmas day rolled around and Jay was antsy. He wanted to go, now. Finally at nine o'clock he and his mother got in her car and drove over to Renee's home. It wasn't very far but the snow was several feet thick and still falling The roads were barely passable. They felt that the car was better than the five or six block walk.

Jay knocked on the door and it opened at once. Brad looked down at the boy and for some reason Jay's knees didn't seem to want to work right. He wobbled in through the door and held on to the back of a chair to maintain his balance as he introduced his mother to Renee's cousin.

Renee ran into the room, like the breath of fresh air she was. She hugged Jay while planting a big kiss on him. She welcomed Mrs. Adams and took their coats then led Jay and Brad to her room as her mother led Mrs. Adams out to the kitchen with the rest of the adults.

The kids played CDs until lunch time and then gathered at the large table in the dinning room. There was enough food for an army of people laid out on the side board and down the middle of the table. Renee's father, an imposing figure of a man, rose to give the blessing and took particular time to thank the Lord for his guests, which he named individually and asked each to be blessed as they had blessed him by coming into his home.

The center piece of the meal was a twenty five pound turkey which mysteriously had four drumsticks. A huge ham, glazed with pineapple rings with cherries in the center sat in the center of the table along side the big bird. Bowls full of mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, gravy, dressing, corn on the cob, green beans, peas. Vegetables of every kind and salads. There were so many different salads Jay was getting sick as he ate everything, in his mind. He wondered how eight people could possible consume even a small fraction of all that was offered. He said a little prayer for all of the hungry people and all of the children around the world. Every one said amen, as his mother and Renee both hugged him. He blushed forty shade of crimson because he didn't realize that he had said his prayer out loud. It was just something on his heart.

"Way to go, dude. You are so cool." Brad said from across the table, his smile revealing dazzlingly white teeth. Jay blushed again as his crotch seemed to stir in his cotton dress pants.

Dinner was an absolute hit. The families melded as one. The conversation was happy and included everybody as they each told of their dreams and hopes for their futures. Jay learned that Brad's father, Renee's dad's brother, was returning to town. They decided that the past was just that and that this is where they belonged.

Brad talked openly of his homosexuality. He told the assemblage that he didn't choose to be gay. He made a mistake in getting with Ryan. He was weak and hormone driven when he got with the boy. He knew now that even gay sex was something to be shared with someone with love. It was a very special part of life and not a toy. He told Renee and Jay that sex was to be shared between lovers not just for sex sake. The adults all agreed and commended him on his maturity.

An hour later the food still looked like the master. A dent, albeit a good sized dent, had been made but a preponderance of food remained. The potatoes and gravy along with the hot bread seemed to be the only casualty. And of course the jello salads diminished. No one was in the mood for pie so it was determined that desert time would come in a couple of hours. With that the three youngsters retired to Renee's bedroom.

The three youngsters stretched out on Renee's bed. Jay found himself in the middle with his head resting on Brad's outstretched left arm. Renee was curled up on her side, her head resting on Jay's left shoulder. Everything seemed so right with the world as the three teenagers talked the afternoon away.

A few hours later the conversation came around to the relationship Jay and Renee shared. Renee looked at Jay and told him, "I love you with all of my heart. I never knew that there could ever be anyone like you in this world. I hope and pray that the boy that I marry will have all of the qualities in him that I have found in you. I am going to be so hard to please now that I know the kind of people that are really out there."

Jay was a little taken aback. "I know we're young and I don't even want to think about marriage, but you talk as if it won't be us that will be getting married. How do you know? We have four of five years before we need to cross that bridge."

"Baby, I can never full fill you. I can not give you what you need."

"What can't you give me, Renee? You are everything I ever wanted in all of my life."

"No, I'm not," she quietly whispered to him. "Let me show you." She rolled up on top of him and gave him the kiss of his life. Her tongue probed at his lips and he opened his mouth to let her in. He returned the kiss with as much passion as he could gather from his young body. Her hands roamed over his body as he let his hands move over her back. She unfastened the clasp of his trousers and let his zipper slide down. Her hand reached into the gapping fly of his boxers and she with drew his soft penis. She kneaded his penis in her fist as she slowly withdrew his foreskin revealing the glistening head. Her hands played over his glans as she continued to kiss him and squeeze his young manhood.

She rolled back to her side, leaving the boy breathless. He looked over to her and told her he loved her. She looked across to Brad who moved his face to meet Jay. Jay looked to him and the two boy's lips attached to each other like magnets. Brad pushed his tongue to Jay's open mouth and the breathing became hot and passionate. Jay's cock grew to its full five and a half inches, in a blood surging erection. He was so hard he was hurting. Pre-cum dripped in a steady stream from the head of his appendage as the kiss continued. Jay wrapped his hands around Brad and caressed the older boy's perfect bubble butt. Brad pulled Jay to him and let his hands engulf the perky globes of the youngster's perfect backside.

Brad rolled aside as he and Jay both struggled for their next breath. Renee had hold of Jay's erection as she slowly stroked him up and down. "See baby. I can't do this to you. We have been together for almost four months. We have had some of the most intense make out sessions ever. Baby we are legends in our school. Even seniors are talking about how we make out. But never, baby, never have you gotten a hard on.

"You get me so worked up that I am ready to mount you and fuck my brains out in front of everybody. But you never get aroused. You are happy with me and I know with all of my heart that you love me. But face the truth, darling, you are gay and you just can't get it up for me." With that she waved his soft cock back and forth. It laid its little head down and pulled its protective skin covering over its little head and went back to sleep. She cradled it inside its little bed of hair and closed the gap of the boxers over it. She pulled his zipper up and began her kisses on his sweet tasting lips again.

Jay lay and thought of what she had said and the tears trickled down his cheeks. Somewhere along there the three of them drifted off to sleep. The bedroom door opened and Renee's mom looked inside. She put her fingers to her lips shushing the others. The three ladies stepped inside. Looking down on the three children, asleep in each other's arms, she said, "That's what this season is all about. Peace on earth. All people should love each other like that."

The kids stirred. "Renee, honey. I am going to have to ask you to share your room tonight. It is snowing so hard outside. The weatherman says it won't let up until sometime tomorrow afternoon. Jay's mom can sleep on your day bed..."

"No, mom. I want to sleep on the day bed. Mrs. Adams can have my bed. I have wanted to sleep on my day bed forever, all cuddled up with my furry little animals." Everybody giggled at her childlike manner.

"Okay, darling. Brad, can Jay share your bed. If this is uncomfortable for you I can make him a bed on the sofa in the living room."

"No, he can sleep with me...I mean on me...in me, my bed." Everybody was laughing as Brad went through every shade of red that the human body can produce.

Sleeping arrangements made the ladies stepped out of the room. Mrs. Adams stopped and looked down on the youngsters. "Son, I know that you are gay and don't want to admit it. Brad loves you and I think that you have some feelings for him. Don't be embarrassed. All of us can see it and we have no problem with it. Okay, honey?" Jay kind of nodded at her as she shut the door.

Brad took Jay in his arms and kissed him again. Renee quietly slipped out of bed and began to move her menagerie of stuffed animals off of the frilly pink satin cover of her day bed. "It is going to be so cool sleeping together, " she said to one of her little furry friends.

"Yeah," came the two boy's voices from the other bed.

Ready for pie and cake the kids headed downstairs. The Garcia brothers were stacking a fire in the fireplace. It was cold in the house and the furnace didn't seem to be able to keep up. The three kids yelled in unison, "NO!" The adults turned to look at them.

"It is super cold outside. I just looked at the thermometer and it is five degrees out there. The furnace is working for all its might trying to keep us warm in here. If you light the fireplace it will suck all of the heat out of the house to get oxygen to burn the wood and that will pull cold air from every crack and hole in this old house. The furnace will never keep up and the bedrooms will be like ice boxes."

"Where did you hear that dear?"

"In science class. A fire draws air from the room to be able to burn. There is no outside air supply to that old fireplace so it will pull air from all over the house."

"Yeah, our teacher told us that people use their fireplaces on cold nights and then wonder why they are so cold in their beds," piped in Renee.

"Mrs. Graham, right? She told us the same thing last year." Brad agreed.

"Well, we send them to school to learn. I guess we better benefit from that education. Seems a shame though. A fire would have been cozy."

"We could shut all of the doors so that no air is pulled in from the rest of the house and open the front door, just a crack and enjoy a fire for a little while." Thought Renee out loud.

"The romantic," her father said as he returned to stacking the kindling and the logs. In twenty minutes the eight, snowbound, holiday revelers were sitting in a circle with various flavors of pie with piles of whipped cream, basking in the heat of a roaring fire in the fireplace as someone started to sing Christmas Carols.

It was after eleven when the fire died down to a warm glow. The front door had been shut and the rest of the house seemed warm enough. Everyone paired up and headed for their beds in the big old house with Merry Christmas on their lips and love in their hearts.

So there you have it. Is your friction enhanced by my fiction? Tell me about it at fisherman@iname.com.

Hangin' hard, dude.

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