Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2005 06:33:55 -0800 (PST) From: Ray Morales Subject: Plane Trip 3 Legal Stuff: The author (that's me) retains the rights to and title to this story. Note: This story is fiction and is by no means depictive of the life of any person, place or thing. It contains no penetrative sexual acts between males YET and should only be read if it is legal to do so in your area. Read at your own risk, okay. All names are made up and any similarities are just dumb luck. Guys, I'm sorry for the delay. I've been busy. No sex yet but bear with me. We'll get there ;-) sooner or later. Thanks for the emails and keep 'em coming. Keep me motivated 'coz I'm a lazy writer. The Plane Trip Chapter 3 By Fjord Maggie woke me up pretty late, around 10 in the morning. She had a little too much to drink last night, I presume, by the way she's holding her head when I greet her in the kitchen. "Hangover?" I ask. "A little," Maggie replies. "I don't feel well, myself..." "Must be jetlag...," Maggie says quietly. We are talking softly; she because of the hangover and me because she has a hangover. "Yeah, probably..." I reply wearily. "I had too much fun last night... So, I'm just having coffee... There's some orange juice and toast I just made for you..." Maggie says and point towards them. I pour myself a glass of O.J. and nibble quietly on a warm toasted rye bread. "I made a call to LA last night while you were out partying," I say after managing to swallow a big chunk of toast and washing it down with juice. I love my breakfast. "You called home?" "I called Zack... He's my best friend," I reply quickly. Maggie's left eyebrow goes up a tiny bit and I think I will have to change the subject soon. "So, why?" She asks. Shit! "Why what?" I pretend ignorance. I'm nervous, a little. "Why Zack and not your Mom?" She says with an air of 'whatever' attitude, but I'm not easily fooled. "Well, you called them earlier yesterday, remember?" I reply. Thank God. My memory has just rescued me. "Oh, yeah. I forgot," Maggie says as her left eyebrow goes back to its normal position. I've gotta be damn careful around my nifty-minded auntie, I think. "I'm going out for lunch today," I say to Maggie, "Errm, I made a friend during the plane trip yesterday. He called me last night and he said he would take me around the city today." "Okay... I didn't have any plans for us today anyway. I figured you would've been too tired but I was wrong," Maggie replies with a weary shrug of her shoulders,"...I'm the one who's too tired. I'm getting too old for late night parties." "You look okay for a..." I manage to stop from saying her actual age at the last moment,"...an adult." I can't look her in the eyes. "I'm thirty something and I am still good looking..." Maggie says, lifts up her arms in a photo pose and laughs. I know so too but she's too old for me, I think to myself and smile a tiny smile. "What time were you supposed to meet your new friend?" Maggie asks, "...and what's his name?" "Joshua Jeffers. He's from this entertainment company, Spartan Entertainment... He gave me his card." "He gave you a card?" Maggie says with a frown, "How old is he?" There's that left eyebrow again. "He's about my age, I think..." I reply hastily. Well, Joshua can pass for a seventeen year old kid if he wears Dockers and a T-shirt. Especially with that killer dimple. And those killer eyelashes. Hmmm... "So what time is he coming?" Maggie's question gets me back to the breakfast table but now I have a hard-on. Gosh, I hope she didn't see me daydream about JJ. "Lunch time," I reply as I play with my food. "Good, I don't have to make you lunch." "You're as bad as Mom...," I say as I glance at her. "Wait till you eat my cooking, kiddo. Then, you'll see the difference..." Maggie replies with a smile. "I can't wait...," I say jokingly and Maggie grins at me. "By the way, kiddo, I hope you're not wearing that to see him," Maggie points towards my body, "He might think you like him too much." I look at Maggie and slowly look down at my body and see my nipples clearly protruding through the tight red t-shirt that I'm still wearing from last night. In reflex, I cross my arms to cover them. "Shit!" I exclaim as I feel my cheeks go red. "Watch your language, kiddo," Maggie says with a grin, "Do you always dress like this at home? My sister isn't that liberal the last time I saw her." "No! It must have shrunked... I... I...." I am so embarrassed right now. "It's my favorite shirt... It's ruined." Maggie continues grinning as she gets up from her chair. "Thank God, I thought you wanted to seduce me last night...," Maggie says and winks. "I... I... I...," I stammer, helpless like a fish being reeled in by an expert angler. "Just kidding, Jimmy...," Maggie says and laughs loudly. "Put your glass and the plate in the sink. Go get ready, it's almost eleven." I sit there looking at the doorway as Maggie disappears beyond it. I have never been so humiliated in my whole life... Well, except the time I lost my swimming trunks after doing a back flip at the school swimming pool. Zack was there. He gave me back my trunks only after I threatened to kill him if he didn't. What the hell am I thinking of Zack for? Shit, I'm such an idiot. Why didn't I change clothes last night? Aaaargh! ***** A nice warm shower always makes me feel better. I left the stupid red shirt and the stupid tight jeans are on the bedroom floor together with my underwear. As warm water cascades over my body I feel my dick harden, beckoning for some action. I close my eyes. I have to think of someone first. Okay, Zack is outta here because I can see Laci behind him. That's a big turn off. Joshua looks good. He's smiling his killer smile. I look deep into his eyes and grab his head as I kiss his luscious red lips. No tongues yet. We just met. Hehehe... I can't do this. I can feel my cock go limp. I open my eyes and turn off the shower. I gotta get ready. **** Sitting naked on the bed, with my unaroused circumcised penis touching the soft bed sheet, I think about JJ's motive being so friendly towards me. He probably thinks that I'm this poor kid who needed some Yankee to show him the ropes in the big apple. And I'm this gay kid who's thinking of having a summer romance with him. I mustn't get my hopes up. He's probably just a very friendly straight guy. Shit, it's eleven thirty. I gotta get ready. **** I look at myself in the mirror and start combing my hair. Brown hair messed up: looks dirty-sexy-slutty. Brown hair parted in the middle: looks geeky-dorky. Brown hair parted at the side: looks please-hit-me-with-a-stick-shitty. I'm never gonna finish like this. I'll just comb it like usual. There, I look like me in my loose Red Sox shirt and loose black jeans. "Are you ready Jimmy? Can I come in?" Maggie's voice comes across muffled from the other side of the bedroom door. "Come in," I say as I open the door. Maggie looks at me and smiles. "I prefer the hustler," she says and I blush. "Maggie, it was a mistake..." "Sorry, you look great. I just kinda like to tease you. You're so cute. My nephew the heartbreaker." "Err... Thanks..." "Here...," she says and gives me a small shiny gadget, "It's yours." It's a Nokia cellphone. "What for...?" "I promised your Mom to keep a very close eye on you. The phone must be on all the time, okay... I programmed my own cellphone number as well as the house and your Mom's in LA." I nod once. "Thanks." I realize it's so cool of her to not tell me not to meet JJ. If it was Mom, there was no way in hell I was gonna be out with a stranger. That is exactly who JJ is, a stranger. A mysterious and sexy stranger who's so fuckably cute... Hehehe! "Do you need cash?" Maggie stops my train of thought with her question. "I'm good. Dad also gave me a supplementary credit card for emergencies so don't worry..." "Nah, I'm not worried. With that body..." "Aunt Maggie!" I raise my voice in irritation. She seems to push thing a little bit further each time she teased me. I don't know whether to tell her to shut up or to just play along. Yeah, maybe she will get too tired to even care. "Okay... I'll stop," Maggie says but I am not so certain that she will. "If you tell Mom about last night..." "Relax... I know your Mom longer than you... She'll probably tell everyone in the neighborhood about it because she thinks it's cute," Maggie says, "So, I'll save you the embarrassment." "Thank you," I reply; full of relief, "You're right. She does that all the time." "Poor kid, I'll leave you to freshen up for your loverboy..." Maggie says and closes the door. "He's not... Aaargh!" I say loud enough for her to hear through the stupid door. I'm so glad Maggie and I got along amazingly well ever since we met at the airport but she seems to push thing a little too much. She seems to know that my main weakness or strength, depending on how you look at it, is my ability to empathize with people. Right now, I'm doing exactly that, making excuses for Maggie's stupid jokes that could drive an otherwise nice kid to madness or worse scar the pure innocent kid for life. Or both. I think I'm both. **** So I'm sitting here pouting in the living room. Maggie's in her bedroom nursing her headache which I'm beginning to suspect to be a convenient ruse in order to avoid my sulky demeanor. I promised to call her when 'loverboy' arrives. I swear she's on to my dirty little secret. I'm beginning to see myself telling her the truth. That I like boys. Cute boys. Boys with beautiful eyes. And curly eyelashes. But she probably will notice that when she sees JJ. I mean, she's an artist and artists are supposed to be close to the extreme sensitivities of human nature and therefore she would understand. I know, I don't even know what that means but I know that I really need to tell someone who will understand or I'm gonna burst very soon. Maybe it's the distance from my family or the fact that no one in New York knows any of my friends in LA or the fact that I finally came out to one person, Zack, that I have this almost suicidal tendency to tell someone that I'm a you-know-what. I almost told the old lady in the plane. What was her name again? Oh yeah, Jenna Jameson. I can always run to her if Maggie kicks me out once she finds out her cute nephew is so cute that he's so g...g...g... aaargh, you-know-what. What am I saying? She won't do that. Somehow, I have a feeling she won't do that. Mom had been nosy too ever since I had that fight with Zack. I think she didn't want me to know that she knew more than what I told her. The walls are not too thick at my house. I ignored or distracted her every time she asked me leading questions. With the dark cloud that followed me all the way to the airport, I'm pretty sure she suspects something. I wonder is she's going to confront Zack while I'm here in New York. They're close to each other too. I'll strangle Zack if he opens his big mouth. I want to tell my family, myself, when they're ready. Yeah, when they're like really old. They'll be so old that they'll move in slow motion trying to strangle me but then I'll be so old too that I'll be able get away from them in slow-mo too. Hehehe... I remember Mom asking me in the kitchen during dinner just a week after Zack and I had that stinking fight about him knowing me loving him and yadda, yadda, yadda. Dad was still at work. My father is such a workaholic but I know he loves me. Anyway, Mom asked casually, "So did you two lovers have a big fight? I really hope you two kiss and make up already. I miss not having him for dinner." "Mom!" I exclaimed and quickly turned to my little brother and said firmly, "Kenny shut up!" As usual he had his mouth open to ask some really embarrassing follow-up questions. "Don't talk to you brother like that," Mom said disapprovingly and turned to Kenny and whispers loudly, "You can close you mouth now, Kenny." "Can I stay and listen?" Kenny asked eagerly. "No!" I said but was cancelled out by a "Yes!" by Mom at the same time. Silence reigned as I waited for someone to say something stupid as an excuse for me to bite their head off. "I'm staying." Kenny said defiantly to me. "I said shut up!" I said loudly. "Shut up Kenny," Mom said to him with a wink. Kenny winked back. "This is a crazy family!" I said as I looked at them, "...and the only sane person here is Dad and he's out there cutting people up." "And stitching them up again..." Mom ventured an answer. I had to smile. It was funny. "Seriously, Jimmy... Are you two okay?" Mom asked. I wanted to answer, "None of your fucking business and you two are fucking lunatics!", but on hindsight I'm glad I didn't. So I told them it was just some stupid misunderstanding and that Zack and I would work it out eventually. "See, a lover's fight," Mom said to Kenny, "I told you it was gonna be okay." Kenny just nodded vigorously with a big grin on his cute little face. I just glared at them. My thoughts are interrupted by the ringing doorbell. Shit! JJ's here. ***** I look into the door security spy hole and there he is with his head so much bigger than his body. He's wearing this black leather jacket and black jeans. His hair isn't spiked this time but just left as is. He looks like a normal kid with nice and soft black hair. He looks real young, like sixteen or something. I open the door and greet him with a "Hi, JJ, come in..." It's a pretty lame welcome, I know. But my heart is pounding like crazy and I have to keep myself calm and it's safer than a slobbery kiss on that damn kissable red lips. "If you're ready we can go now..." JJ says hurriedly. I'm not in a hurry. I can look at him forever. He is nervous too and that makes him so damn adorable. "Errm, my aunt Maggie wants to see you first," I reply apologetically. His eyes go wide in surprise. "Oh, okay..." JJ says reluctantly. "Have a seat," I say, pointing towards the living room. He looks so gorgeous walking to the living room. Maggie's gonna know about me being you-know-what if I don't stop drooling. Shit! Panicking is just not my thing. Gosh, he's so beautiful. "Wow..." JJ says as he whirls around slowly to examine the living room decor setup. "Pretty impressive huh?" I say proudly. "Yeah... Is she like famous?" JJ asks. His sideways glance makes my heart beat faster. "I don't think so... but she's supposed to be a very good painter and photographer. At least that's what my Mom said. I don't really know." "I'm actually quite famous...," Maggie says as she appears dramatically from behind me which naturally startles me a little. Jake smiles at my distress. "...around here, anyway. The neighbors, they all know me. They greet me at the lobby by name," Maggie continues. JJ laughs at the joke but I squirm (and squirm alone do I) and am quite tempted to tell her to shut up. "I'm not famous... I'm Joshua Jeffers," JJ says with a grin and shakes Maggie's hand. Maggie's left eyebrow goes up and I think JJ's in trouble. He needs to be saved from the clutches of evil Maggie. I just met her and already I feel like she's my Mom's evil twin. Mom jokes a lot with Zack back home and that's okay but Maggie and I hardly know JJ. He's gonna think Maggie's a crazy bitch and never wants to see me again. **** The elevator opens and I rush out towards the revolving door at the lobby. JJ is walking fast behind me trying to catch up. "Hey! Jimmy! Wait up...," JJ shouts but I just walk as fast as I can. I need to get out of the building. Maggie's such a bitch. I take deep breaths when I find myself out of the building. The method I usually use is to inhale for a cunt of two and exhale at a cunt of four. Yes, cunt not count is what I think of my aunt! "What's going on, man? You were like so damn quiet in the elevator," JJ says, panting a little from our little race. I open my eyes and frown at him a little. "I can't believe she said that in front of you..." "What?" "You know what..." "Oh, that..." "Yes, that!" "Why are you so uptight? She's just being cool, right...?" JJ says with a big grin. "Not you too..." I reply, "I've had it with smart-mouthed people today." "Hey, I think she's too cool, man. You should be grateful to have such a great aunt." "She said we're gay and she thinks we're gonna have sex..." I say before I can stop myself. Well, what she actually said was, "You two are really cute gayboys. Have fun and be safe when you have sex," just before closing the door and putting me in an unbelievably hot spot. I sulked all the way down to the lobby in the elevator. JJ was as happy as a fucking beaver. "So? You're gay too, right?" JJ asks. "Huh?" I reply looking at him, eyes wide with shock rather than surprise. What the hell is going on? "Oh my God..." JJ exclaims with his eyes widening. "Huh?" "Oh my God... I assumed you're gay. Shit!" JJ whispers so loudly that he might as well speak normally. "I'm gay?" Somehow, stating the fact as a question is so much easier. "No! I thought you're gay too, and you're not..." "Why the hell would you think that?" I say harshly. "Because I'm stupid... Shit, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done this to you." "You're gay?" I ask as I gradually realize what he had just said. JJ nods once looking at me with a neutral expression. Shit! "Did she know?" "Yeah, she knew I was gay," JJ replies and now my eyes go wide in surprise, "I told her when you went to your room to get the camera." "She didn't say anything to me...," I say in shock. Maggie is so dead when I see her tonight. "Actually, she asked me first if I was gay... and I told her the truth... So, I thought you were too and that she was just looking out for you... I'm sorry." "That meddling bitch...," I start to say. "Whoa... Hold on there. That's no way to talk about your aunt. She didn't actually say you were gay. I... I... I kinda assumed it when she said she loves you and when she told me to take real good care of you." "Really, she said that, sorry... I'm going crazy. I'm just trying to take all this in and all I can think of is how... I feel like I'm this dumb blond who everyone makes fun of. I mean, what is she trying to do? Matchmake us?" I continue my ramblings as JJ looks on helplessly, "How was I supposed to react? I was really looking forward to this. You were supposed to be this great guy I just met who wanted to show me around New York." "Look, I better go," JJ interrupts my tirade of nonsense. Our eyes meet and my heart races a bit. He's gonna leave me if I don't shut up. "Why?" I ask knowing full well the fucking reason why. My big mouth is why. "I thought you wanted me to leave. I'm the gay one," he says with a sad smile. I'm debating whether to tell him the truth but finally decide to let him think what he wants to think. I'm not going to volunteer any information. Not yet. "No, don't. I'm just angry at Maggie for... for...," I am struggling to find the words to describe the mixture of emotions that churn inside me. She knew what I was getting into. Does that mean she approves of it? Do I have an ally in my aunt? I sigh in surrender. It will have to wait until tonight. "For what? I thought you'd be mad at me for thinking you're gay too..." "I don't know... But I'm not mad at you," I reply, "...just at Maggie. I have no problems with you being gay. I mean I liked you the first time we met and I still do even with you being gay. I just need time to adjust to this new information." Gosh, I can't stop saying the word gay. "Oh... so I can still show you a little bit of New York today?" JJ asks as his cute dimples return to seduce me. I look at him and nod my head vigorously. His eyes stare into mine and twinkle as he smiles. I don't know how some people can do that. It's fucking magical and hot too. JJ holds out his right hand and say, "Hi, I'm Joshua. I'm gay and I like you. I promise I won't jump on you. Can I be your pal and show you around New York?" I shake his hand and his hand feels warm to the touch. I feel like pulling him towards me for a warm hug. "Hi, I'm Jimmy. I want to be your pal too ...and if you jump on me, I know karate," I reply quickly. JJ looks at me funny and then both of us instantly crack up, laughing like two hyenas on their hind legs at the pavement. Okay, so I exaggerate a little. But we are still holding hands. I let his hand go reluctantly and there is this tiny ache in the pit of my stomach. I think I will tell him when the time is right and I think the time is now but I am such a chicken. I just can't. "So, let's get something to eat," JJ says and grabs my arm and drags me to God-knows-where. His touch makes me want to jump but I manage to keep thing under control. I just missed an opportunity to come out. "Oh, and you're not a dumb blond... You have brown hair," JJ says to me with a serious expression on his face. I just push him away in fake anger. He just giggles as our eyes meet again. I'm seriously falling for this boy. Zack? Who's Zack? Hehehe... They say distance makes the heart grows fonder. Well, here in New York the distance is freeing my heart from Zack and I think it's good for me. Fuck Zack. Yeah, I want to believe that so much, that I can get over Zack, but if Zack says jump, little Jimmy will jump and that is the ultimate truth. Fuck you Zack. I hate you and I love you too. I hate myself for loving you, Zack. I fucking love him so much and he says he can't love me back. Then why the fuck did he let me sleep on his shoulders and why the fuck did he touch my hair when I pretended to be asleep... Yeah, I remember everything. He knows it too, I'm sure of it. Shit! Fucking shit! Right here, right now, I'm having a great time and Zack just pops in my fucking mind and fucking messes it all up. "Hey, Jimmy. Are you okay? Seems like you just switched off suddenly." "Oh, nothing. I just wanted to think over some stuff. Don't worry, it's not about you. I'm having a great time with you right now. In fact I'm having the gayest time of my life right now," I reply earnestly with a nice friendly grin for JJ and a silent 'fuck you' for Zack. JJ grins in return. As for Zack, I hope he's face down on the floor right now after tripping over the thick 'Harry Potter: The Order of the Phoenix' hardcover book that I gave to him for his birthday last year. He's not gonna spoil my day. Not today. Not anymore. Yeah, I wish. ****** "Bambino! You're back! You bring something beautiful from Hollywood, I see," a loud female voice greets us as we enter the pizza place that is supposed to be one of the best around the big apple according to my host, JJ. I look sideways to find out who the loudmouth is and see this small wiry lady in an apron with a big smile. Before I can react, she gives me this big hug and a pat in the bum. She lets me go and then reaches out to pinch my cheeks (in the face, okay!). "What's your name?" she asks as I'm trying my best to get some measure of control in the situation. I was ambushed and so am not even sure what happened. "His name is Jimmy..." JJ says. He is giggling at my expense. "Jimmy, this is Estella, my godmother. "See, my bambino is a fairy and I'm the godmother. Whaddaya know?" Estella says to me, claps her small hands and then laughs loudly. I can only grin as I notice JJ looking quite uncomfortable being referred to as a magical creature. Obviously, he's out to his family and that made me feel a little envious, somehow. "Stella, we're hungry. Can we get some food, please?" JJ implores to her. She responds by pulling him into her arms and kissing his face, both sides. "Okay, sorry bambino, I was just so excited to see you again, and you bring this angel... Come, come follow me." She quickly brings us to this secluded table behind some square wooden screen. "If the mafia comes, both of you have to go, okay." I almost believe her until I see JJ smiling at my reaction. "So what you want, bambino?" I look at JJ hoping he will say something like, "Pizza, please...", before the mafia comes and blow us away into small pieces of meat, but he just looks at me and then says, "She was talking to you." "Yeah, you the bambino for my bambino. You pretty boy, he is so lucky... Okay, what you want to eat?" Estella says, looking at me intently under her fake eyelashes, with her tiny pencil just waiting to scribble on her well worn notepad. I never would have thought ordering food would be so stressful. I turn my brains inside out before I finally come up with, "The house special?" "Mama, mia! JJ, you brought me a sweetheart too. How he know the house special is my favorite too?" Estella says and her quick right hand pinches me on the cheek again. It doesn't hurt but when I look at JJ giggling like mad, I kick his leg in irritation. "Oww, shit!" JJ swears in pain. Estella winks at me and says, "I'll bring your usual JJ and you can kick him again Jimmy. He thinks he's so pretty but you, I like you more." Then she laughs and moves quickly leaving us alone. "She's crazy..." I whisper to JJ. "Yeah, like your aunt," JJ replies gruffly while rubbing his sore leg. I decide not to make thing worse and so keep my mouth shut. Anyway, he is right; Maggie is severely demented and I have to live with her the whole summer but Estella is adorably cuckoo. So, I decide to take in the surroundings before I start being judgmental again. The walls of the restaurant are decorated with typical paintings of Italian masters, fakes I presume. Okay, I don't even know who the painters were but the paintings look real old. The decor is not very original but provides that certain Old Italian atmosphere that can be experienced in an Italian 'ristorante' anywhere in America. Okay, so I've seen what was on 'The Sopranos' and use that as a comparison. I'm such a fake. "I'll tell her you're not gay if it bothers you that much," JJ says suddenly. I look at him and just shrug. "It's okay. Truth is I'm okay with you being gay. Nobody knows me in New York anyway. If they think I'm gay so what?" I reply. Shit! Where did that come from? Bravery from anonymity is what it's all about, I think. "You don't know what you mean. She will tell everyone. She probably would've told my Dad by now. And my phone will be beeping in a few seconds," JJ says glumly and then his cellphone beeps. He looks at me with a defeated expression. "Dad," JJ says and pauses for about 10 seconds and says, "...Dad," and the pauses again. This goes on for several minutes before JJ switches off the phone and says with an audible sigh, "He wants to see you." "What?" "Don't worry, he's okay." "Well, I'm not okay," I reply worriedly. "If you're gay, you'll be okay." "Huh?" I say and look up to see him smiling. "It's a joke." "Well, it's not funny. I mean, now I have to meet your Dad? Are all Yankees like this? I feel like a rag doll being tossed around!" "I was joking when I said my Dad wants to see you," JJ tells me in exasperation. "Oh, okay then and fuck you," I reply as my face warms up in embarrassment and irritation for being such an easy fuckee. "He's here and he saw you already when we came in. He told me to honor the family name and other shit. Basically, he wants us to get married before having sex," JJ says as my jaw drops onto the table top, "...and if we still have sex to be careful and use a condom. And if you're Catholic too, to go for confession after we do it." "You're joking right?" I ask JJ. "Actually, yes!" JJ replies and laughs out loud, "You should've seen your face. But Estella did call him just now telling him about you." I chuckle along with him but the relief inside me is indescribable. "I've got a gig tonight and Dad wanted to remind me about it and he wants me back at the studio before 4," he explains as he places the cellphone on the table. "Errm, are you a model or something?" I ask before I could stop myself. "Why? Do you think I'm cute?" JJ asks with his eyebrows raised slightly. "Fuck you..." I reply with a shy smile. The phrase 'fuck you' is always a good comeback. "Anytime..." JJ says with a wicked smile. I smile back weakly but blush furiously in response. Where is Estella when I need her? "Sorry, I was just fuckin' with ya..." JJ apologizes for causing my obvious discomfort together with another amazing smile, showing his cute dimples. He's forgiven already. "Anytime...," I reply and look straight at him. We both giggle as our eyes met. "And anywhere..." I add quickly after our giggles subsided into gentle chuckling. That set us off giggling again until Estella comes over to check on us. "You two are really cute couple... Get married and have many beautiful children..." Estella adds more wood to our bonfire of giggles. She just smiles and shakes her head from side to side as she watches us giggling before walking away to attend to another table. My penis is unbelievably hard right now just thinking of being pump-fucked by Joshua with my legs wrapped around his body and his tongue licking my neck and his mouth sucking my earlobe and my mouth biting his shoulder in ecstasy. I stop giggling immediately and gasp audibly. "Jimmy, are you okay?" JJ asks, still smiling. "Yeah, I'm just out of breath..." I reply quickly. My feeling for Joshua is so strong right now that I feel dizzy. I want him so badly right now. He's gay and here is my chance to finally do something with my dick other than rub it with my left or right palms or both depending on the occasion...hehehe. Shit! And he thinks I'm not gay. If I tell him I'm gay right now, he's gonna think I'm nuts and probably deck me for being an asshole. He might be gay but he looks pretty fit. "Do you know any martial arts?" I ask suddenly. "What? Yeah, I know a bit of self defense. Why do you wanna know? You want to spar or something? You know Karate, right?" JJ replies with more questions than answers. "Oh, nothing. I just wanted to know," I say without telling him that I know fuck-nothing about Karate other than what was shown in Jackie Chan's movies. I better wait until the right time to tell him. Yeah, when he's like really old. He'll be so old that he'll move in slow-mo trying to Karate me with his right hand (his left is steadying himself with a cane you see) but then I'll be so old too that I'll probably get away from him in slow-mo too. Hehehe... [Okay, so I used this not-that-funny joke already. Sue me.] *********** The pizza was brilliantly delicious and we had a great time. And JJ was so funny. I couldn't find any fault with him. Okay, he's an ass but he makes me laugh a lot. Estella was fun too. We still didn't tell her that I wasn't dating JJ but then I didn't want to lie. I was on a date but only 'I' know that I was on a date and even my date didn't know he was on a date. But right now I am gonna face one person who may know that I was on a date, once she sees the happy blissful expression on my face. JJ left me at the front of the apartment building with a warm handshake and a hug. I can still feel the warmth of his body pressing against mine. Well, I let him have a free feel of my body being an enlightened 'heterosexual' boy that I am. He apologized for not being able to show me around New york other than the lunch at Estella's. Anyway, he was in a hurry for his gig. Fuck, he somehow managed to divert my efforts to find out what his gig was with his jokes and stories. He said he would call later tonight. I just can't wait. He is some great jack-off material. I'm thinking of jacking off while on the phone with him tonight. I feel the familiar stirring in my loins as blood rushes towards my smaller head. I go in the building through the revolving door and straight to the elevators before I remember that I don't even know which floor the apartment is on. Luckily, there is someone at the security counter. He's looking at me with a frown. I go towards him warily. "Excuse me sir, I'm staying at Megan Cunningham's apartment 1402," I say, "Could you...." "Fourteenth floor," he replies gruffly. "Thanks," I say and smile. "You're the Californian nephew?" He asks suddenly. "Yeah, that's me. I'm Jimmy... Jimmy Protsky," I reply and extends my right hand to shake his. He shakes my hand, smiles and says, "I know... I'm Joe Smith... Hope you have a great time in New York, Jimmy..." "Thanks," I reply awkwardly and walk backwards a few steps still smiling at him before waving goodbye to him and turning around towards the elevators. Maggie must have told everyone in New York about me already. I laugh at my joke silently. ****** I ring the bell and hear the door latch being unlocked quickly. She must be waiting at the door to be that quick. The door handle turns silently and I take a deep breath ready to face the expected barrage of visual examinations and questions and more worryingly the fact that Maggie may be on to my little secret. TBC If you like this story, please tell me at fyiord@yahoo.com. If you have any constructive criticism, I'm all ears. This is my third attempt. The other two are in High School, i.e. Heartache (completed - Jan 31 2004) and Living In A Box (unfinished - Jul 19 2003) if you haven't read them yet.