Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2012 08:47:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Frank NIaw <lannyr99@yahoo.com>
Subject: LATE BLOOMER - Part 4

			       LATE BLOOMER
			       Tucson Daddy
			    Lannyr99@yahoo.com

 This story is a completely fiction.
Every action, every person is from a fantasy I invented.

 As most states require, if you are under the age of 18, you should not
read this story.

 This is the story of how a boy who considers himself average and normal
find hidden beneath the patina of his straight sexual attitudes is a
second, equally powerful desire to test his gay side. If you do not
appreciate the idea of boys having gay sex with each other or a father
joining the two lovers, you should leave.

 Please do comment positively or negatively about my plot or any other
aspect of the story or my writing. I'll respond. If you have a picture,
please send that too.


Enjoy.

			       LATE BLOOMER
				  Part 4
			  Surprise After Surprise

 It was Thursday afternoon, the last class of the day was in session. Even
though I liked algebra, I was having trouble following the instructions for
solving a quadratic equation.

 "Jeremy," Mr. Holt, our math teacher, called, "Could you please come to
the board and show how this is done?" Of course, he either meant "Solve
this to embarrass the slow learners today, " or more probably, "Show me you
know that you know."

 Jeremy, one of the top third of the class, very confident and sure of his
algebra skills strode to the board. On the way some defect decided to shame
him by tripping him. I had never enjoyed the "Three Stooges," for their
alleged humor, but most of the class did. When he fell forward managing to
catch himself, when he grabbed onto my shoulder, most of the class laughed.
I righted myself, stood to help him up, turned and yelled at the laughter,
"Why don't you cretins just shut up! Jeremy could have been hurt." The
shocked laughter died almost instantly except for the few giggles which
stopped when they saw the look Mr Holt was giving.

 "Thank you, Larry, for your quick thinking. Part of your assignment
tonight is to write me a letter telling my why tripping isn't funny. They
will be hand written... No typewriting allowed, and at least ten sentences
long. Your parents will receive a call if I don't have 28 letters on my
desk tomorrow before the tardy bell rings!" he said. With extra emphasis on
the 'before'.

 A few moans erupted and hands shot up.  "Yes, Beth?"

 "Uhm... I didn't laugh. Why should I be punished along with the dumm..., I
mean with others who did?"

 "A very good question. I believe this is on every mind just now. So I'll
give the short answer which will end the discussion and we can continue
with the lesson." He paused, whether to give him time to think or just to
keep our attention. "School is not just a place for learning about math, or
geography, or do physical exercise. It's also about learning how to behave
in civilized society, and the ethics and morals we should all live by.

"Sometimes a group fails to live up to those standards and they get a mild
punishment. I want to drive home the unacceptable behavior that some of you
exhibited today by laughing at a prankster's very poor idea of a joke. Lest
you fail to understand this, the next time it will be more than a simple
letter."

Again he paused then went on. "It's not uncommon for the group to offer
advice to the one who caused the problem, although I would caution being
overly harsh." Another pause while his "suggestion" had an effect, and eyes
turned toward the miscreant who seemed to shrink into his seat. I smiled
inwardly knowing that the class clown would probably receive several words
explaining in high school terms what might happen next time. Or possibly
even today.

 "Now let's go on. Jeremy, if you please." Jeremy again walked down the
aisle watching Aaron carefully as he passed his desk. He proceeded to the
board and quickly went through the steps to solve for the unknown. With
each stroke of the chalk he explained his technique. When finished, he
placed the chalk into the tray, turned, and returned to his desk.

 "Very good, Jeremy. Any questions?"  No hands rose. After a ten-second
delay to allow for sudden thoughts, he went on. "I'm going to write an
equation on the board along with the steps to solve and an answer. The
question I'll be asking is this: is the solution correct? If it's not,
where is the flaw in the solving?" He stepped to the board and quickly
wrote out the problem and solution. Returning to his desk, he said, "You
have two minutes, that's 120 seconds to get an answer, or correct ir, or
don't. Go."

 Not a sound for about a minute when I heard a few whispered "I've got it!"
and hands going up.

 "Please, lower your hands until the allowed time has passed." Hands
dropped. "OK, stop. Put your pencils down." He looked around the room with
mostly waving hands raised. A delighted look passed over his
face. "Excellent. I'm pleased that so many of you have made this
effort. "How many think the answer is correct?" A few hands went up then
the owners looking around at the smart kids whose hands were not raised,
dropped theirs.  "A few undecided, I see." he waited a few more seconds,
then pointed to Gary, "What do you think, Gary?"

 "Incorrect. He made an error in step three."

 "How many agree that step three is incorrect?" Most of the hands went up.

 "Any other thoughts, or ideas about it?" Many shaking heads expressed the
negative.

 "Jenny, do you agree with Gary?"  She nodded. "Would you come to the board
and show us how to fix this?" Jenny rose from her desk to move past me. I
always enjoyed watching her walk with that little
I'm-so-pretty-and-all-you-boys-know-it strut to her ass. A few whispered
comments reflected my own lewd opinion. Mr. Holt's sharp look silenced the
class like a scimitar cutting through wheat stalks.  Jenny moved to the
board. "Oh Gawd, she's gorgeous!" I thought.  "Good thing Holt can't read
my mind and maybe most others in the room." She picked up the chalk and
began to correct the steps of the equation. "And the correct answer is plus
or minus 13."

 "Excellent!" said Mr. Holt beaming. He really did get off on us being able
to make sense of the complexities of algebra. Jenny returned to her seat
looking even better from the front, her pert breasts like dual prows of an
old viking vessel plowing through a sea of admiring gazes. When I happened
to glance at Beth, she was glaring.

 "Uh-oh!" I was thinking, "Maybe someone can read my mind." I raised my eye
brows in a questioning gesture and shrugged my shoulders to emphasis my
innocence. Her glare almost faded but the imposing facade was cracked with
the suggestion of a smile as if saying, "OK, just stop it. OK?" I nodded
and grinned back.

 I suddenly became aware of Mr. Holt speaking, "On pages 236 and 237, the
odd problems from17 through 37." What perfect timing. I'd just finished
scribbling this in my notebook when the bell rang. Most of the class rose
like a tsunami and went streaming toward the door. Jerremy touched my
shoulder. With the class surging past us we stood a moment to let the
cacophony die making normal speech possible.

 "Hi, Jeremy," I said smiling. I liked him. He was a happy guy, never
seemed bothered by the normal behaviors of this class mates and his smile
infectious. "I want to thank you for helping me after I tripped and for
telling those ass holes off. It was so embarrassing." He took my hand to
shake it. It was firm and even after a couple of pumps seemed to linger a
tiny bit longer than other handshakes I'd experienced. He was looking
directly into my eyes. Was I supposed to see a message there?

 "Hey, it's OK, Jer. I was so pissed by what Aaron did. He's gonna hurt
somebody with his dumb tricks one day. I only hope it's him and none of
us."

 "Yeah. Right!" he said. His eyes still stared directly into mine when he
added, "Why don't you come over sometime after school we can talk, watch TV
and stuff."

 Suddenly I found my arm seemly of its own power reaching out to grip
Jeremy's upper arm. The smile was an unmistakable "message received." I
gulped and said "Sure. I'd like that." He turned walked a dozen paces then
turned to see me staring after him. He waved, turned and walked on down the
hall.  I couldn't help but admire his firm ass.  "Mmmm... What if...!" I
pondered without allowing my mind to race to unwarrented conlusions.  Lust
was not to be denied so that I suddenly imagined Jeremy stark naked. "He
does have a nice ass for a guy." I thought.

 And speaking of asses, I suddenly I realized that if I didn't get mine
moving, I'd be standing on the sidewalk seeing my bus vanish into the
not-quite-setting sun. Gary, Todd and I were planning to get off at Gary's
home and spend a couple of hours there, swimming in his family's
pool. Since I was on the junior varsity swim team I had my Speedos with me
in a plastic bag in my back pack. I only needed to get to my locker and I
was all but running down the hall, only a few straggling students wandering
casually to their destinations. Rounding the last corner, I almost collided
with Mr. Holt. "Oh, sorry, Mr. Holt!" I mumbled as an apology.

 "Hey, Larry, better take it easy.  This is why we don't allow running in
the halls. What's your rush anyway?"

 "Gotta get to my locker right over there," I pointed. "My bus is about to
leave.  I need to get my books and get to it."

 He chuckled. "Sure you go on. I wanted to thank you for standing up to the
others laughing. Was glad to have one of their own call them on their
actions. You go now."

 I was off in a shot. Got to my locker, heart racing from fear of missing
the bus. Mom would not be happy if I had to call her for a ride.. Opening
it quickly, I added some books to my back pack, slammed it closed and
defied the rules once more by racing down the hall to burst through the
door. The bus door was closing as I got to it completely out of breath. The
driver opened and sternly said, "Get here on time. I've got a route to get
done."

 I nodded and looked to the interior of the bus. Gary was waving at me. He
and Todd were holding me a place which I walked to weaving back and forth
as the bus rocked. "Whew," I said. "I thought I was going to miss the bus
for sure."

 "What took you so long?" asked Gary.

 "Jeremy wanted to thank me for helping him and yelling at the others to
shut up."

 "Jeremy!" interjected Todd.  Then in a conspiratorial whisper said, "He's
so cute." Gary and I glared at him. He shut up. We spent the rest of the
twenty-five minute trip talking about our day and how much fun it was going
to be swimming at Gary's place.

 What a surprise we were in for!

 The bus pulled to a stop, the door opened and eight kids lined up to
exit. Gary's home was another 200 feet up the street which we quickly
covered. Opening the door we didn't come charging in as we were often wont
to do. "Mom may be sleeping!  So would you be quiet, please?" he
asked. Todd and I nodded.

 We placed our back packs by the door when Gary offered us something to
drink. We joined him trekking into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator
door, pulled out the half-empty gallon of milk by its handle and walked
toward the cupboard where I knew they kept their glasses. "Anybody else
want some?" Dual nods of their head confirmed my question. I happened to
glance out the window over the sink and nearly dropped the milk.

 "Oh, my gawd!" I muttered in a loud whisper. Both heads turned sharply in
my direction. "What?"  asked Gary walking to me as I stood statue like
staring out the window. Todd followed. They both uttered similar sound of
surprise and even shock. There stretched out on a blanket on a chaise
longue was Gary's mom. She was completely naked! In case you missed what my
startled mind could barely grasp. Gary's....mom....was....naked! No bikini
bottoms covering her nearly perfect ass. No bikini bra strap hanging down
one side of the chair as though she'd unfastened it to get an over-all
tan. She sure was. Getting an over-all tan, I mean.

 I'm not sure if my mouth was hanging open. Probably was. I was such a
doofus when I'm surprised by something this sexy and beautiful. Let me
describe my conundrum. To continue looking at a very pretty woman with a
nice..., make that nicest figure, and a tight butt with legs commensurate
with her body.  Very nice, shiny dark brown hair laying to one side of her
head. Or not to continue looking. Gary settled it for us. "Come on, you
guys. She's my mom."

 "Yeah,' but Todd interrupted, "Your mom's body is beautiful!"

 "Todd, don't be a perfect idiot.  Listen to Gary. She's his mom not
someone who goes around naked."

 By this time I had to decide on one course of action.  Either manage to
drag my eyes away from this beautiful naked version of every boy's wet
dream or stop looking a Gary's naked mom. I chose the latter. "What'll we
do?" I asked.

 "Let me think," said Gary going into a ponder mode. "I've got it.  I want
to wake her up.  A phone call should do it.  You guys get your swim suits
so we can get ready to swim. I'm gonna make a quick call." Todd and I went
to our back packs to pull out our swim attire. Gary dialed seven digits,
then waited for an answer. "Hello?" he said in a low voice. "Sorry, I can't
speak any louder. Can you do me a favor?" He waited. "A favor. I want you
to call my number. It's 555-3890. When a women answers just play
dumb. Sorry, wrong number and hang up. OK." He waited while the person at
the other end repeated Gary's instructions. "Thanks," Gary said and hung
up.

"Let's go up to my room and get dressed."  We'd barely made it up the
flight of stairs when the phone rang. Once, twice, then four more when we
heard the sound of the screen door opening then closing.  Gary's mom walked
in completely naked as Todd and I watched.  Embarrassed by our desire to
gawk at his naked mother, Gary retreated to his bed room.  I felt a bit
embarrassed by wanting to stare and satisfy my lust by seeing his naked mom
again.

 She glided across the floor with such fluid motion as if she were not
walking but floating. Holding the two pieces of fabric in one hand, she
lifted the receiver and said in a soft almost sultry voice, "Hello." She
listened then replied, "You must have the wrong number. Nobody named Peter
lives here."  She listened again. "It's OK."

 Here was a woman about 35 or 36 with a body that spoke volumes about what
she could do for guys with it. She was tallish, maybe 5-10, weighing about,
I guessed using an old formula for determining a girl's weight from
height. Subtracting the five feet, I multiplied the ten inches by five
pound then added 100 pounds. A little on the slim side so I guessed 140
gorgeously proportioned pounds. Her breasts were not large and heavy but
firm with little sag. Maybe what the girls would call a B cup. Oh, yeah!  A
pair of nicely matched tits of about three M-units or three cubic
mouthfuls!  Moving on down her body to her belly. For a woman who'd had two
kids, hers was flat. I heard that some women got an operation that
tightened their stomachs so they looked like they never had a bulging belly
from pregnancy.  If she'd had one, no surgery scars showed.  Then there was
her pussy, cunt, vagina, whatever. I was almost shocked yet thrilled to see
that hers was shaved exposing her lips slightly parted almost exposing her
clit, I think it's called.

Todd and I were breathing heavily as we watched the entire phone call
scenario. It seemed so sureal, imaginary even.

 After she hung up the receiver she looked at her watch and gasped. "My
gosh!  The boys will be home any second." She quickly stepped into the
bottoms and deftly tied the two strings on either side. Putting the bra on
backwards she tied it in front then pushed it around her chest until the
cups were under her breasts. She tugged upward on the two lengths of cloth
which were part of the bra until her breasts were fully enclosed.
Satisfied, she pulled the ends around her neck. Bowing her head slightly I
watched the wonder of reverse knot tying. Must take girls years of practice
to do that so easily. That done she reached down to cup her breasts fitting
them neatly into their little nests. Checking herself and bikini once more
to be sure that all was properly positioned, she walked off into the
kitchen. A moment later I heard the sound of the screen door opening then
closing.

As she walked away, my eyes happened to see our back packs lying near the
door.  I gasped softly but loud enough that Gary heard me.  His eyebrows
raised questioningly he looked at me and mouthed the word, "What?"  I
pointed to the back packs.  He looked at them blankly when it hit him too.
His hand went over his mouth and eyes gone wide, expressing something akin
to fear or even terror.  I signaled "Come on."  We rose quietly and walked
to Gary's bedroom door.  Entering I closed and locked it, then turned to
confront Gary.  "We left our back packs by the door."

"Oh, sh....!" he began then asked us the same obvious question.  "Do you
think she saw them?"

"When I watched her she didn't make any indication like turning to look at
them or walk to them, so either she saw them and did nothing I mean what
could she do about us seeing her naked?  What's done is over.  But I don't
think she did see them.  She looked at her watch and mumbled about getting
her bikini back on before we came home.  Then she put it back on and went
to the kitchen.  I think we're safe."

 Gary and Todd seemed to accept my analysis and relaxed. "Hey, we can't do
anything about it but we can take care of this situation. We're going back
downstairs, pick up our pack packs and go out the door." I was about ask
why we were leaving when I understood Gary's plan. "OK, let's go." He
opened the door, we slipped down the stairs, gathered at the door to
collect back packs, and Gary quietly opened the door to let us out.
Closing it he sighed in relief, "Whew, I'm glad that's over.  Ready? When
we go in drop your back packs while I yell that we're home. I'll close the
door loudly so she hears us. Let's go."  Opening the door, we re-entered
talking loudly and laughing. We all dropped our packs by the door, and Gary
yelled, "Mom, we're home."

 "OK, honey. I'm on the patio getting some sun."

 "You guys get something to eat, I'll be right back." He went outside to
see his mom.

 "How was school?" she asked.

 "Oh, OK. You know nothing much happened. Just another day. How was yours?"

 "The phone rang while I was sleeping out here but it was a wrong number so
I came back here to wait for you guys to come home."

 "OK, mom. I love you. I'm going to have a snack."

 "Love you too, honey."

 Gary came back to take his place with us at the table. I'd made peanut
butter and jelly sandwiches for us and poured three glasses of milk from
the bottle still sitting on the counter where I'd left it the first time
around.  Suddenly my stomach did a twist as I realized it had been standing
here the entire time.  Being woman who likes order it was unlikely it would
have set here from the time Gary got up and had some until now.  She
probably saw it and guessed.  Well, let's see what happens.  I decided not
to cause unnecessary panic in my two friends by explaining about the milk
bottle left out on the counter.  I almost felt like slapping my head and
saying, "Dummy!"  But no need to cause concern where none might be
required.

"She said nothing happened today except for a wrong number. I guess that
worked out OK." we all grinned and nodded.  We were just too clever.
(Unless you counted back packs and milk bottles left out.) We finished
eating, and drinking milk then carried saucers and glasses to the sink
where we rinsed them off.

 " Let's go swimming," said Gary, and we walked back to his room to put on
our swim suits. As we trooped through the kitchen, Gary's mom was sitting
at the small kitchen table watching as each of us passed by. Just as I
reached the door, she said, "Larry, have any of your girl friends told you
what a cute tush you have?" I turned to look at her. I felt the burn of a
blush and shook my head. "It's so cute, and that Speedo really accents
your.... uhm... bottom." She was smiling at my discomfort and even enjoying
it. Snapping back to reality, embarrassed and humiliated, I rushed to the
open screen door, ran out to jump into the pool. The unexpected wave caught
Todd and Gary by surprise. They floundered momentarily then recovered to
rush me, the cannon ball guy.

 We horsed around in the pool for another half hour when Gary's mom,
Mrs. Grant, called out to us, "Todd, your dad wants to talk to you. He's on
the phone. Use the one in the kitchen on the wall. Todd scrambled out of
the pool, his boxer style swim suit seeming to hold a large amount of
water. He went into the house dripping as he walked, Mrs. Grant suggested
we both get out for a few minutes to find out what was going on with Todd.

 "Did he sound serious, like an accident or something less bad?" I asked.

 "Todd will tell us in a moment."  No sooner had she spoken these words
than Todd returned. "Dad says there's some kind of family meeting, he
didn't say what but I'm worried.  Mom hasn't been feeling well and I wonder
if she's OK.  Anyway I have to get dried off. Dad's coming by in 15 minutes
to get me so I can't stay for dinner." He turned to go, and Mrs. Grant rose
to follow him in. I watched her go and wondered if Todd would be
alright. Recalling what Mrs. Grant had told me, that my tush was cute, and
wondering what might she say to Todd. I got out preparing to follow her in
when Gary's voice stopped me. "Come back. It will be alright. Mom's going
to make sure Todd is OK."

 I turned to look at him skeptically.  "You sure? That's all she's going to
do?"

 "What's with you, Larry. All of a sudden you're worried about what?"

 "Never mind," I returned to sit sullenly.

 "Hey, we're best friends, right. You can tell me what's going on, right?"

 I was about to open up to Gary. To tell him what his mom had said to me
about my cute tush, when both of them reappeared. "Well, thanks for
everything, Gary and Mrs. Grant.  I had a good time. Sorry I have to leave
so soon. Bye." He turned looking very sad. I could only hope that whatever
the situation was, he would be alright. A few minutes later the door bell
rang, and I heard muffled word exchanged among them was Mrs. Grant's, Todd
and a man's voice, who I assumed was Jerry's.  After a few minutes of chat,
I heard the door close, and Mrs. Grant returned.

She reported that it was nothing serious.  Todd's early departure has
something to do with some family stuff and his dad wanted him to come
too. She looked at us and laughed, "So I guess we can all feel better about
Todd's leaving. Can't we?"

"Yeah, I guess." I said.

"OK," agreed Gary.

"Well then, you going to just stay in the pool till you turn into prunes,
or get out and relax for awhile?"

I looked at Gary and he at me. "I want to get some sun."

"OK, that's good for me too."

"Then I'm off to get dressed. I'm going out with Janice tonight. Do some
dancing," she said.

She was turning to leave when Gary got up walked over to her, "I love you,
mom," he said with his face buried between her breasts. She looked happy, a
slight smile on her lips. "And I love you too, baby," she said. They stood
together a few minutes before Gary let her go. She continued on her path to
go back inside.

Gary came back to lay on a chaise longue saying nothing. Silence filled the
air while I pondered his mom. I'd seen her naked. She was beautiful just as
I'd imagined my dream girl friend would be.  Although I'd jacked off before
coming over here, knowing I'd be with Gary and Todd, both having nice firm
bodies. Not muscular but obviously getting stronger and filling out
more. "Nice butts too," I thought smiling. With Todd a cock sucker who
wasn't shy about making queer jokes or talking about sex stuff, I thought
something might develop with Gary drawing him into my growing circle of
cock sucking partners. Also making my desire to have a cock in my ass or my
mouth grow even stronger. I opened my eyes to look over at Gary who, to my
surprise, was looking at me. I grinned and asked, "What is it?"

"You were talking to yourself," he replied.

"What did you think I was saying?"

"Dunno.  It was too low. But you were smiling like you were having a good
dream.  Bet you were thinking of something sexy."

"Why do you think that."

"You've got a hard on."

I looked down my body to see the bulge in my Speedos." I blushed but made
no effort to hide it. Too late for that now.

"What was it?" he asked. I couldn't tell for certain but I was sure he was
looking at my cock.which twitched and seem to grow even harder.  I thought,
"Maybe there's some chance here, after all."

Just then his mom opened the screen door, stuck her head around to say,
"I'm leaving now." Instead of ducking back in, she smiled and looked
directly at me she said cryptically, "You really should learn to put things
away."

"Sure, mom," Gary said rising on his elbows to look at her and blow an air
kiss. She kissed back, stepped back, closed the door, and all that was left
of her were the click, click of heels on the tile floor as she walked to
the garage. Then silence. Gary lowered himself back down, then rolled onto
one side and angled his arm to place his head on his hand. He was
smiling. "Now spill it." he said.

"Nothing to spill," I said

"What were you thinking that caused your woody there?" he demanded.

I thought for a few seconds wondering, "Should I tell him about what his
mom said?" Making the decision I turned to lay on my side too.  "OK, but
you might get mad."

He laughed. "Mad? Why?"

"Well, it's your mom. As we were going out the door to the pool awhile ago,
she called me back and told me I had a cute butt." There! It was out. Gary
said nothing for a moment, then asked incredulously, "You're not joking?
She said that? She told you that?"

"Well, she said more too. She said all of us have cute butts."

Gary rolled onto his back placing his arm over his forehead. "Wow!" he
whispered. Then rolled back to look at me. "So, what are you thinking that
got you hard?"

"I guess it was everything. What she said, like she was saying she wanted
to see my ass and stuff."

"No, she didn't!"

"Well, OK, maybe I'm just thinking about stuff that might happen. Besides
seeing her naked really helped set me off." Was it my imagination or did
Gary's eyes look my body over and check my cock again. Just thinking this
made my cock twitch again.

Gary laughed. "Your cock just jumped."  That confirmed my suspicions!  He
was checking me out.

"I know. Can't help it with all these sexy thoughts going around in my
head." Then I noticed that in spite of the looser swim trunks he was
wearing, he had a boner too. "Looks like my attitude is catching. You're
hard too, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am," he said in a whisper. I was waiting for more so I said
nothing. "Maybe we should go inside and take care of these."

"Whoa, you mean that? Jack off. Together?"

"Why not. Nobody but us in the house. You're horny. I'm horny. Why not?"

"If you're sure, OK."

We rose simultaneously and as we walked toward the door, "I have a
confession to make," he confided. I stopped which brought him to a halt as
well.

"What is it?" I asked.

End of Part 4