Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2003 23:43:48 +0300
From: AS <sanansaattaja2003@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sam, chapter 4

This is a romantic tale of love between males. If that is offensive to you,
or if reading such things is illegal at your age or in the area where you
live, then consider yourself warned!

All people, places and events described in this story are a product of the
author's imagination, and the author retains the copyright.

Thanks to my friend Tim for editing and encouragement... (All remaining
mistakes in grammar, punctuation, etc., are my own...)

All comments are welcome and all emails will be answered promptly.

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Sam, chapter 4

A car pulled up to the curb in front of the school and Jay was surprised
when Sam ran over to it and the driver got out and spoke to her. Sam waved
for Jay to come over, and hollered, "Come here, Jay, and meet my dad. I
called him earlier and asked him to come and get us after school with the
car. It's a lot quicker and it'll give us more time at the house. Besides,
it's too beastly cold and windy to walk!"

The man just grinned at Jay and said, "As you can see, she's got me wrapped
around her little finger."

Jay nodded in understanding, knowing exactly what he meant. He was rapidly
beginning to feel the same way!

"Dad, this is Jay," Sam said. "I've already told you about him and here he
is!"

"How do you do, Mr. McMillan," Jay said, holding out his hand to the
man. He was a lot older than Jay had expected, but still a very handsome
man. He was tall and trim and athletic looking, with a thick shock of
mostly gray hair, the same twinkling, hazel-colored eyes as Sam, and a
tanned, open and friendly face and a big smile.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Jay," he replied, and added, "The name's Mack, by
the way. Everyone calls me Mack. Except Sam, of course! I'm Dad to her. Or
Gramps, sometimes, when she's in a reckless mood and feels like living
dangerously!" Having said that, he winked at Sam and then turned his
attention back to Jay. Jay enjoyed the firm and hearty feel of his
handshake and he could hardly believe that anyone's dad could be so nice
and warm and fun to be with. He wished his own dad were even half as nice.

"I'm surprised you're already home from work," Jay ventured to say as they
drove down the street. He was seated in the front beside Mack and Sam was
in the back.

Mack just laughed and said, "I've been home from work for over a year now!
You see, I'm retired. So now I'm working full time for my two women, Sam
and her mom"!

Jay laughed at his little joke and also at Sam's sputtering behind him, and
then asked, "What kind of work did you do?"

"I'm a CPA," Mack replied, "and I worked as an auditor for the last fifteen
years. We moved here just before Sam started third grade, so I had six
years with First National here before I retired. Prior to that, we lived
just out of Chicago. Maybe Sam has told you?"

"No, not yet. I guess Sam and I still have lots to learn about each other,"
Jay said. "We're just now starting to get acquainted."

"Really?" Mack exclaimed. "I'd've thought you'd been close friends ever
since school started, the way Sam's been talking about you lately. You've
really made a hit with her, Jay, let me tell you! And I understand Lee
likes you a lot too."

Jay got nervous when Mack said that, wondering just how much he knew or
guessed about his and Lee's relationship. But in any case, it was still so
brand new that he didn't think he could know much... unless, of course, Sam
had been tattling. But he couldn't believe she would do that. After all,
Lee wasn't out to anyone but Sam either.

Mack went on to say, "Lee's practically like one of our boys too, you
see. He's at our house nearly as much as his own. And if he's not at ours,
then chances are good Sam's over at his. Those two have been like Siamese
twins ever since we moved here! It's a good thing they both like you,
Jay. Otherwise there would be problems!" Mack paused for breath and then
added, "But of course they like you. I do too, and I've only just met
you. I can tell you're just alright!"

Of course Jay blushed! Mack glanced at him, and noticing his discomfiture,
he laid his hand on Jay's leg and gave it a gentle squeeze. The tender
feeling that gesture conveyed filled Jay's heart with happiness and his
eyes with tears, and he fell in love with Sam's dad at that instant,
sensing that he had just found the dad his own father had never been to
him, and that he had yearned for and craved all his life. He fought
valiantly to hold back the flood of tears that was ready to burst forth,
and was mostly successful, except for a few that broke free and ran down
his cheeks. He sniffled then and wiped his eyes, staring straight ahead,
feeling mortified, and worrying that Mack would think he was just a big cry
baby. How could he ever explain his tears? That would require revealing far
more than he was prepared to divulge about his own family and his
unfortunate home life. He would have been surprised, though, at how much
Mack already intuitively understood, and at the compassion he felt for this
shy and uniquely special lad he had just met a few minutes earlier, and who
had come to mean so much to his daughter.

Jay didn't realize, of course, that when Sam had called her parents after
lunch and asked her dad to come and get them with the car, that she had
also repeated their conversation about Jay not having a winter coat, and
why, and had suggested that her mom search through those boxes of old
clothes and see if she could find anything Jay could use.

When Sam and Jay met by Sam's locker after school, Sam had asked him why he
didn't have a bag or a backpack for his school books, and Jay had just
shrugged his shoulders, not saying anything. "Don't you get an allowance?"
she had asked then, and he shook his head, saying that he never had any
money to spend. If he ever needed anything, he had to ask his parents to
buy it for him. That didn't mean he always got it, though; far from it. But
he didn't tell Sam that. Neither had he told Sam that his father said his
kids weren't responsible enough to handle money themselves and they would
have to wait until they were old enough to have a job and could earn their
own. Even that wasn't exactly reliable, however, because Jay had made a
little money mowing lawns and doing various odd jobs of that sort during
the summer the last few years and his dad had always demanded he turn his
money over to him to look after. And Jay never saw it again.

Mack soon pulled into the driveway beside the McMillan house and as they
were walking to the door, Jay looked over at Lee's house on the other side
of a low hedge. He had been there with Lee just the day before, of course,
and seeing the house again brought the memory of what they had done there
flooding back into his mind in vivid and thrilling detail. Thoughts of Lee
filled his mind as he followed Sam and Mack into their house, but when he
met Sam's mom standing in the kitchen, they were pushed into the background
again. She was a very attractive woman who managed somehow to look quite
classy in spite of the casual way she was dressed. She appeared to be at
least fifteen years younger than her husband. Her long blonde hair was done
in a single braid hanging down the middle of her back, and she was wearing
worn, faded jeans and a bright plaid flannel shirt with the tails hanging
out.

Sam darted off to her room without a word as soon as she got in the house,
leaving Jay with her parents in the kitchen. Normally Jay would have felt
very uncomfortable being left on his own in the company of strange adults
like that, but they both had the gift of making him feel at ease. He was
already feeling comfortable with Mack, of course, and his wife was equally
as relaxed and unpretentious.

"Jay, this is my wife Sharon," Mack said.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. McMillan," Jay replied, and started to hold
out his hand, but instead of shaking his hand, she threw her arms around
him in a quick hug, saying, "You heard what Mack said, Jay. My name's
Sharon. None of this `Mrs. McMillan' business! Judging from what Sam has
indicated about you, I have a feeling we're gonna be seeing quite a lot of
you. So since we're friends, we won't stand on formalities, will we? We
want you to feel at home here. Any friend of Sam and Lee's is always
welcome here. You'll find our door is always open."

Having said that, she gave him another little squeeze for emphasis and
released him. It was rather an awkward hug because Jay still had his school
books tucked under one arm, but Sharon hadn't seemed to mind.

"Here, put your books down on the table, Jay, and let me take your jacket,"
Sharon said.

Jay did as he was told, and when Sharon took his jacket she hefted it in
her hand as if to test its weight, and whistled. "Boy, this won't do much
to keep out the cold. And brrrrrr... is it ever cold! This weather's a
bitch, isn't it?"

Jay was startled at her language. He would never have used such a word as
`bitch', but Sharon seemed to think nothing of it and it didn't provoke any
reaction from Mack either. Jay was secretly thrilled that they were both so
cool. His amazement at Sam's parents just kept growing.

"Yeah, I never dreamed winter would come so early, or that the weather
could change so fast. I've never lived where there was much winter before,"
Jay commented.

"Oh, really?" Sharon replied. "Where did you move here from?"

"We moved here from Alabama just before school started. We've lived in many
places, though."

"Well, I'll be..." Sharon exclaimed. "I'd never have guessed from your
accent that you're from the Deep South."

"Oh... Well, I lived the first ten years of my life in southern California
and Arizona, so I guess I didn't pick up the southern drawl so much. I've
never been much of a mimic, I'm afraid."

"Please have a chair, Jay. Mack, you too," Sharon said. "I've made some hot
chocolate and I've just baked cookies today too..." Then she yelled, "Sam!"
at the top of her voice as she set out four mugs on the table and a plate
of peanut butter cookies.

Just as they were sitting down to the table, Sam came into the kitchen
carrying a small backpack. "Here, Jay," she said, holding it out to him. "I
wanna give this to you for your school books. I never use it any more since
I got my shoulder bag for Christmas last year."

Jay began to protest, but Sam cut him off, saying, "Come on, sport, I want
ya to have it. It's just been lying on a shelf in my closet gatherin'
dust."

"Yes, take it, Jay," Sharon insisted. "It's nothing special, but at least
it'll be better than carrying your books under your arm all the time."

Jay began to thank them then, and Sam just pinched his lips together to
silence him, saying, "No thanks are needed, sweetie. It's not like it's
costin' me anything to give it to ya, you know!"

Jay blushed, embarrassed by Sam calling him `sweetie' in front of her
parents, but he said no more. He was touched by their generosity, and he
was certainly pleased to have the backpack for his books. He laid it down
beside his books at the end of the table and Sharon started pouring
steaming hot chocolate into their mugs.

Soon they were all sipping at the delicious, scalding liquid and munching
on cookies, which disappeared from the plate at an astounding rate. Their
conversation was free and lively, punctuated by much laughter as the three
McMillans bantered and teased each other. Of course Jay didn't escape their
teasing either, but he loved it. The atmosphere in the room was charged
with the obvious love they all felt for one another, causing Jay's emotions
to swell up to the brim once more. He tried his best to keep back the tears
from spilling over, but once again he was not entirely successful. Sharon
noticed this, and without a word, she got up from the table and stepped
over behind Jay's chair. She ruffled his hair with her hand and then bent
over, giving him a gentle hug from behind while she wiped the tears from
his cheeks and gave him a little kiss on the forehead.

She then stepped out of the room, but returned almost at once with a dark
blue parka over her arm. "Christmas must've come early this year," she
said, as she beckoned for Jay to stand up. He did so, and she gave him the
parka, telling him to try it on. It proved to be a bit big for him, but not
so much that it would be a problem, and Sharon clapped her hands,
exclaiming, "Good! It's yours!"

Jay was totally overwhelmed then, and he just threw his arms around her,
buried his face against her shoulder and bawled. As quick as a flash, Sam
and Mack were there beside them, and they all stood together in the middle
of the kitchen in a big group hug.

When Jay finally regained a little control over himself, Mack handed him a
couple paper napkins to wipe his eyes and blow his nose, and Sharon said to
Mack, "Remember when we bought this coat for Ryan that fall just before his
big growth spurt started? As I recall, he grew four inches and gained
fifteen pounds during that one winter, so he didn't get much use out of
it. See, it's still nearly like new."

"Yes, I definitely remember his growth spurt, as you call it," Mack
laughed. "We couldn't ever get his stomach full that winter, could we? And
yes, I remember buying this coat also. I couldn't possibly think of anyone
I'd rather see wearing it than you, Jay. Please take it."

Jay thanked them again, and then gave both Sharon and Mack another hug.  He
thought Mack would squeeze the breath out of him when he hugged him back,
and then he startled him by planting a big fatherly kiss on his cheek as
well.

Jay was beginning to feel like he had almost been adopted into the McMillan
family, and the thought of going home again to his own parents gave him a
twinge of sadness which made him feel ashamed. He had never really had any
basis for comparison before, but now he did, and he was starting to realize
just how woefully deficient his own family and home life were.

Sam had been uncharacteristically silent for a few minutes, but then she
said, "Jay, if you're gonna have time to see Lee before you hafta go home,
we better get over there."

Jay looked at his wrist watch (which had been a Christmas gift from his
uncle Robert the previous Christmas), and gasped when he saw how much time
had gone by. He wouldn't have wanted to miss one second of the time with
the McMillans, but neither could he bear the thought of not getting to see
Lee. He quickly gathered up his school books, putting them into the
backpack Sam had given him, and Sam handed him his old jacket to stuff into
the backpack as well, since he was now wearing her brother's outgrown
parka. Jay then turned to thank Sharon and Mack one more time for
everything. He felt like words failed him. There was no way he could
adequately express how much their kindness, and yes, their love, had meant
to him.

Please don't mention it, Jay," Mack said, giving him a pat on the back. "We
haven't given you anything you don't deserve. And besides, you're family
now, and don't you forget it! I hope we'll see you back here again
soon. And often. By the way, what time do you have to be home?"

"I must be home before six for sure. Let's say a quarter to six for good
measure. Why?"

"I was just gonna say I'll drive you home so you don't have to rush your
visit at Lee's," Mack said. "How far away do you live?"

"I live on Jefferson Street, near that big new shopping center. What do
they call it...? Willow Glen Mall. You know it?"

"Yeah, I know where it is. We can drive there in no time. You be ready to
go at five thirty and I'll have the car started, OK?

"Sure, thanks, Mack! You're the greatest," Jay said, and then Sam grabbed
him by the arm to hurry him to the door. He and Sharon exchanged goodbyes
and he said, `Till later, Mack!" and they were off at a run to Lee's house
next door.

Lee was watching out the window with growing impatience, wondering if they
would ever come. He saw them running up the front walk and had the door
open before they got there. As soon as Jay reached the door, he grabbed him
by the arm, pulling him inside the house, and then threw himself at him in
a ferocious hug, kissing him all over his face and neck like a person
possessed, half moaning, half growling his name, "Jay... Jay... Jay..."

Jay could do nothing more than just hang there in his embrace and soak up
the love Lee was giving such enthusiastic expression to.

"Lee, for goodness sake!" Sam finally exclaimed. "Take it a bit easy on the
poor boy. You're gonna smother him!" And then she added, "Uh... by the way,
what kinda germs are ya slobberin' all over him with those kisses? Anyway,
ya seem to be more alive now than when I saw you this morning, I'm glad to
see."

"Hi to you too, Sam," Lee said. "What's the matter? Are ya just jealous
`cause Jay's getting all the attention? Well come here and I'll give you a
hug too."

Lee let go of Jay then, and gave Sam a quick hug. Then he unzipped Jay's
parka and pulled it off of him and turned to take Sam's coat too, but Sam
shook her head, saying, "No, I can see three's a crowd right now, so I'll
run back home and start on my homework. You two lovebirds need time alone
for awhile."

Both Lee and Jay started to protest in unison, but Sam waved her hand in
dismissal and turned to go. "I'll see ya tomorrow, sweetie," she said to
Jay, "Provided you don't get Lee's bug! Ya better watch out for those
kisses!" Then she blew him a kiss of her own, and as she ran out the door
she hollered back to Lee that she would come over again after supper and
tell him all about the day. Jay blushed when he heard that, wondering how
many details she was planning to give him.

Lee saw his blush, and said, "Aha! It looks like that might turn out to be
an interesting story!" which caused Jay to blush even more furiously. Lee
just slapped him on the back and laughed. "Don't worry, lover boy!" he
said, "I've known Sam a lot longer than you and nothing will ever surprise
me! You can be sure she'll tell me everything too. She always does. And if
she leaves anything out, I'll know it, and she knows I'll know it, so she
won't dare." Almost as an afterthought, Lee blurted out, "Isn't she
wonderful, Jay?" ...his eyes shining.

Jay threw his arms around Lee and exclaimed, "Oh, Lee, she's fantastic! And
her parents too. I feel nearly overwhelmed by all three of them. Yeah, Sam
was wonderful today. I don't know what I'd've done without her, and I love
her so much, almost as much as I love you."

"Well, then, we're even, sweetheart," Lee replied. "We both love
her. Aren't we lucky?"

"We sure are," Jay mumbled, as he began nuzzling Lee's neck and throat and
face, working his way over to an ear, which he stuck the tip of his tongue
into, making him gasp and squirm. He then nibbled on his earlobe while
tenderly tracing the tips of his fingers along the contours of his
face. They stood like that for several minutes, giving themselves over to
the joy of the moment, and luxuriating in the tender expression of their
love for one another and in the feel of their bodies pressed tightly
together.

"How are you feeling anyway, Lee?" Jay asked, as he held him. "I've been
worrying about you all day, and missing you. I thought I was gonna cry when
Sam told me this morning that you couldn't come to school today. I was so
disappointed..."

"Nothin' to worry about, sweetheart," Lee said, as he kissed him on the
forehead. "I'm much better. My throat was awful sore this morning and I've
had a beastly headache most of the day, but now, believe it or not, I feel
almost normal again. You're the best medicine, you know? All I needed was a
good dose of you. And best of all, there's no danger of overdose!" Having
said that, he gave Jay a really big squeeze and then added, "To be safe,
I'm just gonna refrain from kissin' you on the lips and stickin' my tongue
into your sweet mouth for a day or two, so hopefully you won't get whatever
bug I got."

Finally, Lee broke away from Jay's arms and took him by the hand, pulling
him toward a corridor leading to the back of the house. "Let's go back to
my room, Jay," he said. "You haven't seen it yet."

Jay glanced quickly at his watch, noticing that he still had forty five
minutes before he had to go, and let himself be pulled along by the
hand. Lee seemed awfully eager to get him to his room!

Once they were through the door, Lee kicked it shut with his foot and in
one fluid movement, pushed an unsuspecting Jay backwards onto his bed and
then pounced, throwing himself down full length on top of him, causing the
mattress to bounce and the bed frame to shudder and the headboard to slam
against the wall with a bang. "Now I've got ya where I've wanted ya all
day, sweetheart," Lee murmured into his ear, kissing his cheek before
nestling his head into the pillow beside Jay's, holding him tight in his
arms, his full weight pressing down on Jay's much smaller body.

Jay squirmed a little beneath him, and said, "Let my arms free at least,
Lee, so I can hold you too."

Lee complied, and asked, "I'm not too heavy for ya, am I, sweetheart? Can
you breathe?"

"Nah... I'm fine. You feel so good on top of me like that. I wish I could
lie here forever," Jay assured him, letting his now-freed hands roam lazily
up and down the considerable length of Lee's broad back. Growing bolder,
Jay pulled the tail of Lee's t-shirt free from his jeans and ran his hands
up underneath it to continue his caressing, heightening the pleasure for
both of them with the feel of skin on bare skin. Soon, becoming even more
daring and playful, Jay ran his hands down to the waistband of Lee's jeans
and then drew the tips of his fingers lightly back and forth across the
small of his back along his waistband, now and then dipping them down just
inside his jeans to where he could feel the elastic band of his jockey
briefs. This treatment was sending shivers of pleasure rippling through
Lee's body, which Jay also could clearly feel with his fingers. Suddenly,
without warning, Jay did a deep dive, plunging both hands down inside Lee's
jockeys to cup the bare cheeks of his firm, muscular butt. Enough of that
dabbling around, playing in the shallow end! It was time to go for broke,
and oh, bliss! Those smooth, tight ass cheeks felt so good in his hands! He
kneaded and rubbed them; now firmly, now lightly and caressingly, and now
and then running his fingertips up and down in that deep, hot crevice
between them.

In the meantime, Lee was moaning and drooling into his pillow, reveling in
the unexpected erotic massage his amazing little lover was giving him. But
as delightful as it was to slip into passive mode from time to time, and as
much as he was enjoying what Jay was doing to him, Lee had an urge finally
to be the aggressor again, and quick as a wink he rolled onto his back,
pulling the much lighter Jay over on top of him, his hands trapped beneath
him, still buried inside his jockeys.

"There's something I've been dreaming about all day, sweet lover of mine,"
Lee said, looking at Jay with a wolfish gleam in his eyes.

"Yeah?" Jay asked, his face a big question mark.

"Yeah!" Lee repeated, much louder and with emphasis. "Get up, Jay, and
stand here by my bed," he ordered.

Jay obeyed without a word. The questions he wanted to ask were left
unspoken, but could be clearly read in his face.

Lee just remained lying on the bed, looking him up and down as he stood
there looking back at him. "You're so cute, baby," he murmured finally, his
eyes glistening. "I can't get enough of looking at you. I don't know why I
was so blind for so long and didn't really see you until a couple weeks
ago."

Jay blushed, but he didn't say anything. He just stood there listening and
waiting.

"So you know what I've been dreamin' about, babe?"

Jay shook his head.

"I've been dreamin' about seeing you naked!" Lee blurted out, and then
Jay's blush deepened to a very dark red and he gave a little gasp of
surprise.

"Lee, I c-c-c-c-an't," he stuttered.

"Sure you can, honey. You're my lover. You don't hafta hide anything from
me. You're like a part of me, so it's only natural for me to see you--all
of you. And you're beautiful to me..."

"B-b-b-ut I'm so puny, Lee. And pale... Like a ghost. And
I'm... my... my... I'm so small! I can't let you see it. I can't!"

He looked like he was going to cry, and Lee jumped up from his bed then and
stood in front of him, gathering him tenderly into his arms, planting soft,
soothing kisses all over his face, rocking him back and forth slowly in his
arms, crooning to him. Lee hadn't realized what a negative self image Jay
had, and he cursed himself inwardly for not having seen how fragile he was
in a sense. He feared he had sounded very crass in the way he asked Jay to
undress for him, and he wished he could just press `delete' and erase the
last couple minutes so that they never would have happened. He would have
to be a lot more patient and understanding with Jay. He would never forgive
himself if he hurt him. What if he drove him away? Oh God, that thought
made him shudder with horror. He would have to guide him very gently into a
fuller acceptance of himself and then, little by little they could venture
together into a more physical sharing of themselves, their bodies, with one
another. Lee sensed that Jay was quite ready to give pleasure to him, and
that he delighted in his body, as evidenced by the free and uninhibited way
he had caressed and explored it just then, even venturing down inside his
pants to rub his bare ass! But he was obviously (albeit needlessly) ashamed
of his own body, and wasn't yet ready to open himself, to bare himself and
share himself that way with his lover.

Lee just continued holding his precious Jay tight against himself, rocking
him in his arms, and rejoicing when he felt him relax and snuggle against
him.

Suddenly, however, the mood was broken by Lee's mother's voice calling from
the far end of the hall. She had just gotten back, apparently, from a
shopping trip that had taken her away from home earlier in the afternoon.

"Well, lover of mine, it looks like you finally get to meet my mom," Lee
said softly in Jay's ear. "We better straighten up our clothes and go to
her before she comes looking for us, eh?"

And that's what they did.