Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2022 17:39:51 +0000 (UTC) From: JH Subject: My Cousin's Son 6 This is a work of fiction - names and places are elements of fiction. Please donate to Nifty.org at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Your donation will allow stories such as this to be published. Other stories: Nifty/Beginnings/Cards in the Deck - Adam and Ben Nifty/High School/Stepbrother's Desire - Josh and Tyson My Cousin's Son 6 Damn December was a hard month. Having a really wonderful time with Andrew over Thanksgiving was special but now I was missing him because the amount of work I had to do was ridiculous. Every telephone call with him was like electricity. One would think that a 17 year old could only drum up so many interesting conversations but he was like a sponge. End of year was a hard time for me in that all of my accounts would require end of year reconciliations on top of earnings and interest reports. I found myself stretching back in my chair a lot, running my hands through my hair which was growing longer than usual, and I tapped my pen on my desk frequently. I took the time I could afford to pick up the intended Christmas presents for Andrew. I added a couple of things to surprise his parents. I did allow myself one glorious evening with my friend Tony. He was well aware of the conflict I was in with Andrew but didn't feel the need to be competitive. We enjoyed each other, both the social occasion as well as the fuck. He was pretty much my only hook up left at this point. Pable was completely put out with me, which was fine. He wasn't as interested in the social occasion as Tony was. Tony was going to come out anytime soon and wasn't interested in going out in public with me. So, the evening we spent together was private and elegant. We fucked on the barstool by the counter, we fucked on the couch and we finished on the floor of the front living room in front of the Christmas Tree. I was exhausted but it did help me carry over to Christmas Eve when I would see Andrew again. Having Christmas Eve off helped me arrange myself for the trip out to the country. I did have a social luncheon to attend which was really great fun. Some of the folks around town enjoyed a Christmas Eve brunch which I was always invited to. The food, including those little shrimp puffs, was amazing. Afterwards, I grabbed all the packages and headed out. Traffic was a little slow to the interstate but once I got out of town, all was quiet. Christmas music playing on the car stereo and a quiet drive through the country was so relaxing. The front door of Andrew's house flew open no sooner than I could pull my car into the drive. It was damp so no dust. "Yeah!" I exclaimed. I hated for my blue baby to get dirty. "Cuzo!" Andrew shouted, as he ran to me. "Merry Christmas!" and he threw his arms around me. I thought it was a bit forward in front of his family but he didn't seem concerned. "Hey there Jeffers," said Lara, Andrew's mother. "You have a good drive?" she asked. "And look at you all dressed up. You look nice," she said slowly. Since I was going to church with them I thought my blue blazer, red striped bow tie and dress slacks would look nice. "The folks at church will think he's ve-ry important, don't you think, mom?" Andrew quipped. "More than likely but if they listen to you at all, they will already think that," Lara replied. "Hey guys, I'm standing right here and yeah, this is my usual attire for Christmas Eve. Didn't think I needed to change it." "Nice," said Andrew. "Hey, where are the Christmas presents?" he asked. "Which ones?" I said. He laughed. "Tucked away in the trunk of the car where they will remain until tomorrow. "You could bring IT in and put it under the tree," Lara suggested. "It?" Andrew and I said at the exact same time. "Better not be much! You spoil him enough," said Lara. "Hardly at all!" Andrew said with an evil grin. Lara headed to the house and Andrew led me to the side yard. We stopped at the side of the house where we couldn't be seen and shared a quick kiss. It was quick too. It was broad daylight. We walked to Andrew's backyard where we talked. It was cold out but frankly, I enjoyed it. I felt alert and stimulated. Soon, Lara was shouting from the side door, the kitchen door, for us to come in and help get dinner ready. We had to leave for the Christmas Eve service right after so she was pushing the schedule. We had a nice ham which was a bit salty but the mash potatoes and green beans helped absorb that. Lara poured us all some wine and Andrew had a glass. She knew that a glass of wine was a dab compared to what he could drink when he was out by the bridge with his friends. Daryl brought me up to speed on the settlement from the fight. The hospital bill had been paid. There was a small amount set aside for Andrew which Daryl agreed to drop charges for. I backed him on this. We cleaned up the table and wrapped the food and headed to church. I'm not going to get into being introduced to so many people but the church service was quite nice. The church was decorated nicely and I didn't feel out of place with the number of people who dressed up for Christmas Eve. Even Lara had worn a dark green dress and she made Daryl wear khakis. One would think khakis would be a bare minimum but he considered wearing jeans. Watching her put her foot down made me wonder if he was more of a kid than Andrew. Andrew did wear khakis but he also wore a white dress shirt with a blue tie that I brought from home. Honestly, he was a clean cut stud dressed like that and don't think a couple of girls in that church didn't notice. Oh, they did and I could tell he was eating up the attention but trying to play it off. "Whatever," he said to me when they passed him in the aisle, giggling. We returned home in my car. "That was lovely," Lara said. "Much nicer than last year," she concluded. "It was a nice service," I said. "I thought the choir was really nice and the lady who sang "O Holy Night" was incredible." "She sings all the time. She is really good," said Lara. "She's trained though. She teaches music at the middle school." "Ah! What did you think, Daryl?" I asked, who was gazing out the car window. "I'm right glad you're here," Daryl said. "Means a lot to see some family at Christmas. I miss my Ma," he said. Andrew was looking at me with a funny look from the passenger seat as I responded to Daryl, "so do I, Daryl. So do I." We were all a little quiet after that. When I pulled into the drive, I let Andrew help me get the presents out of the trunck. Lara gasped when she saw all that we brought in. "Damn, Jeffers!" she said. "I know, I'm sorry. I couldn't resist. Reserve judgment, ol' girl," I said, trying to be coy. "It's not all you think it is." Daryl shoved a gin and tonic into my hand. He raised his glass to me. "Merry Christmas, Jeffers. Never thought I would have you in my house on a Christmas Eve. Damn nice of you to be here," he said. I raised my glass and Lara jumped to his side, holding a glass. "Thanks for making me a drink, asshole," she snapped at Daryl. Andrew screamed with laughter. "Welcome to our house!" he barked. "I pulled out the good stuff for you, Jeffers. Just for you," Daryl said. It was good. The drink was mixed nicely. "I didn't know you had a bottle of gin stashed away," said Lara, giving him a squinty eye. In any case, we enjoyed the drinks and watched some Christmas special on television as we exchanged stories. It was a rather nice evening. From a glance, it was easy to compare myself to this family and see all the differences between us. In an intimate setting, they really just longed for peace and quiet and more comfort, the same as most of us. Andrew was just itching to get closer to me and I felt myself wanting to have a moment with him. The time was coming where I needed to leave and I hoped he was coming with me. My sexual energy was about to blow and the gin and tonics just urged it on! "Andrew, I need to get back to the hotel. I really can't afford another drink. Can you come with me?" I asked. "Yeah, mom already said I could," he said. "You'll be back first thing in the morning?" Lara slurred. "Oh yes," I said. "Daryl and I might enjoy some time to ourselves, right honey?" she slurred again. Daryl rolled his eyes. Ok, I had to chuckle. A couple of drinks and she was feeling some Christmas spirit. Andrew was biting his lower lip. I got up from the armchair and Andrew came and took my glass. I checked the presents under the tree and everything looked in order. Andrew was waiting at the door with his backpack. Daryl came over to me and shook my hand. "Nice having you here, cousin. Thanks," he said. "The pleasure has been all mine," I said. "You're not gonna let him get trashed tonight are you? Make him take it easy," Daryl suggested and he headed off to the bedroom. I looked at Lara who had an unusual look on her face. I read it though. I knew what she was thinking. "Andrew, go warm up the car. You need to drive," I said. He kissed his mom on the cheek and bounded out the door. He was so beautiful tonight. Christmas really suited him. I monitored Lara's continued gaze and decided to beat her to the punch. "Daryl has no clue what's going on here, does he?" I asked. "Not a damn clue," she said. "But I do," she said flatly. "Then you know I love him more than air and water," I said. "I would suspect so given the time and attention you pay him," and I tried to speak and she stopped me. "There are a dozen reasons why I should reel this shit in, Jeffers, but the damage it would cause my boy might never be undone. I have thought about it a lot!" she said. "I'm sure you have but.." "And let me tell you this, Jeffers. The plan, whatever your plan is, to help him, to set him up after he graduates, it better work. You better go ALL the way because anything less, and I'll tie you up behind that tractor and drag your ass across the field!" She paused. "And don't think I won't!" she hissed, with a bit of a sway. "Hell will look like Sunday School! People think I'm a lazy mom, I don't pay enough attention, I'm not hard enough on him and whatever the shit they say but I love that boy so much. You hear me?" I nodded. "I love him so much I'm willing to put up with all this to keep him from getting hurt! You are the big game!" She paused. "Lara, look..." "Jeffers, I see his face when he can't reach you on the phone. I watch how he paces around waiting for you to respond back to him. I hear your name four times a day at least," and she leaned against the dining room table. "Sorry, you think I'm drunk but I'm not. I'm a lightweight compared to Daryl. I don't know how these things work but I doubt Andrew is the first boy to be enamored by a rich, handsome guy and if I interfere, it has to be in his best interest because if I interfere, it will destroy him. You understand what I'm saying?" she asked. "I do. And don't think I don't underestimate the conflict. I feel it everyday. I have a plan for him. I'm working it out now and the things between him and me, well I can't make them go away easily either." I leaned in to her, to retake control, and whispered in her ear, "more than air and water, Lara. Do you understand me?" I asked. She looked at me wide eyed and slowly nodded yes. "Merry Christmas, and thank you for a beautiful evening," I said to her. "Really it was," and she watched me as I walked out the door. I felt shaky from that confrontation. My knees were slightly weak, I even felt a wave of nausea come over me. But there, it was done. We had assessed and analyzed and I knew what was what now. She knew and she knew I knew and I knew where we all stood. "Good," I said to myself as I walked to the car. A cold wind blew around me as I climbed into the passenger seat. "What took you so long?" Andrew said, backing the car up. "Just wanted to be sure everything was perfect for tomorrow," I said. "What about tonight?" he asked, with that grin that showed his beautiful teeth. "Oh, that's going to be perfect as well," and I leaned over and kissed his smooth cheek. He drove us out to my hotel where a warm and comfortable room awaited us. There was no one on the road and the drive back was quiet. Just the music playing and Andrew holding my hand. He parked outside my room and we entered. I'm glad I checked in earlier because the office looked dark. I guess the manager is full on board with me as a regular because the room was spiced up a bit. There was a cinnamon scented candle on the table that made the room smell good. There were Christmas lights hung over the mirror and a wreath was put over the headboard of the bed. I had to chuckle. A Hilton or Marriott would have been preferred but these were some nice touches. Andrew sat on the bed. "So what did you get me for Christmas?" he asked, leaning back comfortably. "Let's worry about that tomorrow. I want to celebrate another way right now," I said, taking off my clothes and hanging them in the closet. I was in just in my underwear when I turned to him. I pulled him from the bed by his hands. I took off his shirt and undid his belt. The khakis, which were just a bit too big, slipped down. His hardon poked forward in his underwear. "Oh," he gasped, as I licked it through the cotton material. I pulled them down exposing his whole cock. It was surging with blood. He was so hard. I pulled him into my mouth and he gasped again. "Oh fuck!" he squeaked. I gave him some good head but not enough to make him cum. I sat on the edge of the bed as he kneeled between my legs to give me the same. He was quite proficient at this point and knew how to give good head. But I didn't have the patience for all this foreplay. I wanted him. I could have him now, freely. I didn't tell him that but I made my intentions clear. He rolled smoothly onto the bed and I climbed on top of hiim. I looked at his face, into his eyes. "I have missed you so much, baby," I said. "You have?" he whispered back. "Oh yes. A little time away from you and I get antsy." He laughed. "I go fucking nuts," he said. I kissed him. His soft lips pressed into my face. I sucked his tongue in. I reached between his legs and rubbed his asshole. His body tensed. He moaned. He grabbed my dick and gave me a soft jacking. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" he whispered. "Oh its going to be more than that," I said. I lubed myself and his hole. My finger slipped inside him and felt that heat that is unique to him. He raised his legs and pulled me on top of him. "Please Cuzo, give it to me," he uttered. I did. I pressed into him with a fury. Between my love for him and the permission I had just obtained from his mother, I drove into him like a mad man. At one point, I was on him, in him, pressing into him as if I could go any further. My hand cradled his head as he cried into my ear. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" he exclaimed It was the most intense feeling I had ever had. His legs were pressed back. His knees were buckled by my face. I could pull out just enough to see my cockhead still lodged inside him, until I drove back into him again. The noises, the sounds of ecstasy he was creating were driving me wild. I think he was on the verge of blowing snot from his nose. "I'm gonna...I have to cum, cuzo. I can't take..." and I pulled out of him, my cock snapping upward toward my torso. I dove onto his cock and sucked the most incredible load from him. This would have been a cum cannon that would have hit the headboard but I wanted it. I needed it. I needed his DNA, our DNA, mixed and compiled. I sucked until he stopped cumming. He laid there panting, looking off to the side. I stood up. "What about you? I know you gotta get off," he said. "I'm going to, baby. I'm about to love you some more!" and I rolled him over and pulled him back to me. He raised onto his knees. I pressed into that beautiful hole again. He backed into me. His head bobbed, causing his hair to shift forward and back. His ass cheeks were so perfectly formed, were firm, but yet soft. I felt his heat return after his cool down. He pushed himself up so he was pressed against me. I wrapped my arms around his torso and kiss and blew and sucked his ear. His cried returned and he was loud this time. My grunted and thrusted. There came a point where the thrust wasn't happening. I was locked in as he clamped down on me. We gyrated together. His cock was hard. I held in my grip to keep it from breaking off. Then I felt that slow burn in my loins. I felt my cock swell and so did he. "Oh shit, cuzo. You're gonna cum. Go on stud, give it to me!" he shouted. I was so glad there didn't seem to be people in the rooms next to us. I couple of quick jabs and I was there. I blew into him like a hurricane. My breath escaped my lungs for a moment. My eyes squeezed shut. "Oh damn!" Andrew blasted and he clamped down on me hard again. He was cumming, shooting cum all over the pillow case! He couldn't stop. His body was trembling. There was a long silence from the cleaning up, turning the pillow over, climbing into bed, turning the tv on to something quiet. He curled up into my arms. "That was the best I've had since we were at the beach, Cuzo. That was crazy!' he said into my ear. "How do you do that?" I asked. "Do what?" Andrew replied. He kissed my lips and held my head facing him. "Take such a fuck and not flinch. That should have left you raw and sore, not that that's what I want but I was aggressive." "Aggressive is putting it lightly but it's not hard. Isn't it what everybody does?" "Hell no. Grown men would have run away in pain from that fuck." "Feels good to me. I thought it was like that for everyone. They just don't know it!" "It could be for most but most guys are sensitive to the pain. You seem to be oblivious to it." "Fuck I'll have some pain but mine'll come later. That's why I take motrin before we fuck. I read that pre-medicating is the best idea." I laughed then he laughed. "Andrew, I love you. You're a punk and a brat but I love you so fucking much!" I said. He grinned and kissed me again. "Well. so, you're a prick and a snob but I love you too," he laughed. "A snob! How dare you!" I exclaimed. He cracked up laughing. "And a prick," he reiterated. WE fell asleep listening to the romantic christmas movie on the tv. I woke up in the night and turned it off. His phone had a text. I glanced at it and it was his best friend Jason wishing Andrew a merry christmas. Sweet, I thought. Morning came fast as I don't think we fell asleep until after 1 am. "Ugh," Andrew groaned when I rubbed his back. "I know." "I still can't believe how intense last night was, Cuzo and guess what?" he chirped. "What?" "I'm not even that sore. It's sensitive but not sore!" and I laughed. "Well good," I said in a baby voice. "Wouldn't that booty-wooty to be sore!" and I gave his ass a light slap. "Hey!" he snapped, pushing my head down with a pillow. We showered and dressed and drove back to his house. His mom was out by the chicken coup feeding chickens. Daryl came out with a robe on. "Hurry up, you two! We need to eat breakfast!" Daryl barked. Lara came around to the front and set the feed down. She put her arms around us and led us into the house. The smells thrilled me. Bacon and eggs and ham and biscuits. There was cantaloupe which is always a favorite. "Dang, Lara, you went all out," I said. "We like breakfast on Christmas," Andrew said. "You look tired, dad. You have a late night?" Andrew asked. "Well, we did, didn't we "honey"?" he said, making faces at Lara who blushed. Whether she recalled the conversation from the night before or was just playing the denial card, she didn't say a word. After 2 cups of coffee and some grapefruit juice, Andrew was selected to help his mother clean up the kitchen. Daryl led me to the living room and switched on the tv. "You got dibs on the game this afternoon?" he asked. "No, I don't really keep up," I said. "I got $100 on Mississippi," he said, seeming proud of himself. "I hope it goes according to plan," I said. Daryl laughed. Andrew came into the living room followed by Lara. "Well, I guess it's time," she said. Daryl pulled the first present out and handed it to Lara at which point, the game was afoot! Andrew opened one package from his mom. It was a really black t-shirt, but then when we looked at it, it was really a sweater. It was short sleeved with a crew neck. "Dang mom, this is really nice!" Andrew said with surprise. "It really is," I said. "Where did you find it? Wouldn't mind one like that myself!" Andrew cracked up. "I figured with Jeffers here, competition would be stiff. Had to up my game!" Lara said. Before I could say anything, she told me to stop right there. She was just kidding. I don't think she was, though. I pulled one of my packages out from under the tree and handed it to Andrew. He smiled. "Fancy ass paper," said Daryl. "Blackwatch plaid," I said. "It's my staple!" I replied. Lara let out a gaspy laugh. "Of course it is, shug," she laughed. Ok, that was pretty funny. Andrew opened the package and pulled out a dark red cable knit Ralph Lauren sweater. His eyes popped wide. "Oh my God!" he exclaimed, holding it up to himself. "And it starts there," said Lara, leaning back into her chair. I ignored the jab. They exchanged some more and Daryl pulled out another with my staple wrapping paper. This time Andrew was completely blown away by the refurbished scope for his hunting rifle. "Fuck that's nice," said Daryl. "Language on Christmas!" shouted Lara, who was peering the bracelet Daryl had gotten her. The routine went on until Andrew had opened a dark gray shirt with with a bright red crawfish embroidered as a logo, a gold chain, and a pair of Justin's boots, which were a real crowd pleaser. Daryl pulled out a larger box and was handing it to Andrew when Lara snapped, "Damn, Jeffers. Haven't you done enough? I mean really!" and without saying anything, I guided the package into Lara's hands. She looked at me in total surprise. "What is this?" she asked. "A little something for you," I said. I grabbed the other remaining package and handed it to Daryl. "Merry Christmas," I said. Andrew was smiling, trying to decide who to watch. "Go ahead, Daryl," Lara said. He opened his package and pulled out a pair of steel toe work boots. He looked at them for a hot minute. Then he looked up at me. "Do you know how long it's been since I got new boots, Jeffers? This is the fucking nicest..." then he lunged out of the arm chair and wrapped his arms around me. I think he sobbed. Andrew picked one of the boots up and looked at it. "This is nice, Dad. I told you you needed new work boots." "Jeffers, that was really sweet of you," said Lara. "I'm so sorry I jumped down your throat like that," she said with her box sitting comfortably in her lap. "Open yours mom. Go ahead!" said Andrew. Lara peered at the box and the wrapping paper. She slowly pulled the bow off then detached the ribbon. My Christmas wrapper person was second to none when it came to wrapping gifts. All gay men need a personal wrapper in my opinion! As the paper slid away, Lara again gasped in air as she took in the multi-piece set of Lauder fragrances, powder, bath salts and bubble bath. There was a cologne as well as an eau de parfum. There was facial cleanser and moisturizer. I suspect there were any number of gay men who would have loved something like this. I thought that was a funny thought. We all watched in silence as she carefully removed each item and gave each a strong sniff. Her eyes closed as she took in the fragrances. I looked at Andrew who was smiling so big. He crawled on the floor to the side of his mom's chair. "It's nice, right mom? Do you like it?" Lara smiled up at him then to me. "Aw hell," said Daryl. "You hit the cherry spot with that, I can tell you right now," continued Daryl in a low voice. I chuckled. "Jeffers." Lara paused. "You certainly didn't have to," and she choked just a bit, just enough to be noticed. "You didn't have to do this. It's the nicest thing I have ever seen. It's been so long since I, well, wanted to do it up with nice stuff like this. Everything smells wonderful. All of it is just lovely," and she took sniffs again. "I'm so sorry for giving you grief. You are so, well, just like I heard about your mother, so generous," and she reached out her hand to me. "His momma was a classy lady, honey, and Jeffers ain't any different," said Daryl, who's eyes puddled. I think they usually did at the mention of my mother. "That's how Jeffers is, mom. He's like that all the time." "I believe you son. I know why you care about him so much and it's not just because he can do things like this, right?" she said, pointing to her fragrance box. "That's right mom. He's just, well, super cool," Andrew said. I blushed but remained silent. "I'm gonna head out to watch the game at a friend's this afternoon, Jeffers. I don't know what else to say about these boots," picking them up from the floor. "I needed them so bad." "No worries, Daryl. I'm glad it's something you really needed." He took them back to the bedroom. "Well boys, I hope you have something to do because I think Momma has a date with the bath this afternoon!" and Andrew and I laughed. "Isn't there something you want to show Jeffers? Pack up your stuff and put it away, Andrew," she said. "Don't leave until its done," she said. Andrew and I packed up his gifts and carried them away to his room. He organized everything into a place, hanging clothing, placing boots in the floor of his closet and putting the rifle scope in his desk drawer. I loved how my young country boy was so organized. He put his arms around me. I think I felt what seemed like another sob. "Thank you, Cuzo. I mean, I don't want you to think we just like the things you bought. You picked things that were special to everyone, even my parents. You didn't have to do that," Andrew said. "Mom will go to church again Sunda so she can wear her stuff. She really loved that gift," he said quietly. "Listen Andrew, at some point we are going to need your parents on our side. It's best to use these occasions to win them over. Get what I'm saying?" "Always a strategy with you, isn't it?" he asked, smiling at me. I kissed him to shut him up. "What did your mom mean when she said there's something you want to show me?" I asked him, while he was still squeezing me in his arms. "Oh, I have a surprise for you!" Andrew barked. "I figured you would watch the game with your dad." "I hate to miss it," he said, "but just have you for a little while longer." I was flattered. I mean, I was very flattered. Andrew led us to his truck and pulled out of the drive. "Where are you taking me?" I asked. "You'll see," and then he was quiet. Just a short ways up the road we turned on to a dirt road that I recognized because it's where his pond was located. We stopped and parked. He climbed out and walked out toward the pond. I followed him. His mood in the truck had become somewhat stoic and I knew something was going on. Whatever it was it had just occurred that morning or he had hidden it well. He pulled his phone on and sent a text. "Sorry, that was Jason. He was complaining because I didn't wish him merry christmas last night. Such a pussy sometimes!" then he chuckled. "I saw his text when it came but I forgot to say anything." "You read my texts?" he asked with impatience. "No, just saw the alert." Andrew looked toward the pond. "Is this what you wanted to show me? I've seen the pond before. It's so quiet in the winter," I said. He didn't say anything for a few moments. "No, there's someplace else I'm gonna take you but I have to talk to you about something else." "Is it your parents?" "No, God no! It's something, well, it's gonna piss you off but I feel terrible and I have to tell you. I've pissed you off before so hopefully I'll survive again," and he gave a very fake laugh. My heart started to beat. "So, I'll get straight to it. I had sex with someone. I cheated on you. I didn't mean to and I, um, well, it just happened. I'm a piece of shit so you don't have to tell me yourself!" he blurted. "You did what? With whom? If you had a hook up with that girl that fawns all over you, well, that..." "No it wasn't with a her. It was a him!" he snapped, then he looked to the ground and played with his fingernail. "Andrew, don't be upset. We can talk about it. What happened?" I asked, moving cautiously to his side. I lifted his chin to look at me. "It's not the end of the world unless you foresee some trouble brewing. Is that it?" "Oh no, he will keep it a secret for sure. It's just that, well, I'm yours and I've told you that and you've told me. I don't need to go around fucking with other guys. Can't you at least be a little upset with me? I mean, it's wrong!" "Andrew, who was it? Wasn't Jason was it?" I asked in terror. "Oh no. Well, I might as well tell you. It was Blake Archer. You remember him, I mean them?" "One of the guys that beat you up? Are you fucking kidding me? Did he force you into something? Was it retaliation, Andrew? Tell me!" I shouted loud enough for all the creatures in the pond to hear. "No, he didn't make me do anything. He came to me after the beating and told me he was sorry. He hated what they had done so bad that he wanted to, well, he wanted to hurt himself. He said he has always followed his twin brother because he's stronger but he thinks Blaine is a sicko and he won't follow him anymore. And too, he said I was the last person that they should've done that to because he has always liked me, like a lot but from afar, or something like that. He said it just felt like I like the country and outdoors more than I would like him. I was really shocked," Andrew said quietly. "Oh wow. What a shitshow," I said. "So first, I'm pleased the boy has come to his senses and that he made amends with you directly. That's a sign of real courage, Andrew. So what happened next?" "We agreed to meet out here so I could show him my country. We had an amazing time. We talked like we'd been friends forever. I was kidding, I mean really kidding, when I told him the least he could do was give my dick a good suck after all they had done." "Damn!" I said. "You said that?" "I expected him to crack up laughing. I was about to myself. He is so good looking. He looked so nice in his plaid shirt and jeans. I mean, kinda hot." "What did he say?" I asked. "Pull it out! Yep, he said pull it out and no sooner than I unzipped my jeans he dropped to my knees and he blew me." "Was it good?" I asked. "Not as good as you but he gave it his best effort. He didn't swallow my nut. He said he wasn't ready for that. When I came, and I came like a motherfucker," and Andrew giggled. "He said he was terrified. If his brother found out, he would kill us both. I believe him too." "What did you do?" I asked. "I told him that what he did was fine by me and that I would keep the secret for sure. I undid his jeans and blew him in return. His cock was thick and hard and it was very sexy. I didn't want to let on that I knew what I was doing so grazed him with teeth twice," and Andrew laughed. "Should've seen him jump!" and then I laughed. "I didn't think about you during that but I did afterwards and I got so worried. He's not you, not by any means. I don't love him. But, it seemed like the right thing to do, for him and me, I mean. I like him and still do but I don't want to fuck you over. What do I do now?" he asked, dropping his head on my shoulder. "So, the big concern for me is that evil twin finding out about you two. Andrew, I'm not sure I could go through another attack on you without ruining my own life over it. I mean, pressing charges would be the last of that boy's problems if he hurt you again." "Thank you," Andrew said. "But, I am not going to be angry about you having a discreet fling with one of your peers. Having seen pictures of the boys, I see why you would like him. He is hot. But he has to manage his risks. You are not the cause of his problems just because you participated. Understand?" "I don't know if it will even happen again." "It will," I said. "I know," Andrew said. He's totally horny for me. "That's why I was worried about you reading my texts." "Got it. So remember last night when we were talking and you asked me how often I masturbated? I wasn't totally honest. I mean, yeah, I get myself off sometimes but I have someone that helps me with that as well." "I figured you did. I wish you hadn't told me. I'm feeling a little pissed off myself now." "Andrew, get over it. I'm a grown man and jacking off to some porn shit is like me drinking wine coolers. I get nothing from it. The guy is just a hookup who has been getting together with me for a long time. He won't date me so he's no threat. But sometimes, I have to express myself. Put my passion into someone. He's a good guy and it settles my nerves a lot." I took his arm in my hand. "These are the issues men have to face Andrew. This is nothing new. If you have a peer that gets your rocks off from time to time and I have a peer that does the same, I would say we're on fair ground." "I hear what you're saying but you've had longer to think about it," Andrew said. I considered that to be a fair assessment. "You don't love him? Not in love with him?" he asked. "I love him dearly, but just like that." Andrew nodded. "If you didn't you would have cut him loose already," Andrew suggested. "Exactly," I said. I leaned forward and kissed his lips. The cold air made the wetness sting. He looked my in the eyes and all his emotions were puddled in his eyeballs creating such a beautiful look. "I told you last night and I showed you last night. I love you, Andrew." He kissed me this time and it was a long, tilted head, lips locked, kind of kiss. I was hard in seconds. "What did you want to show me?" I asked. "Is that all you have to say about the other thing?" Andrew asked. "If you want to talk about it, since you won't have anyone to talk about it with, you can tell me. I'll listen and I won't get mad." "Give you something new to jack off to, you mean?" "Exactly. Maybe one day I can watch!" "Fuck that!" Andrew barked then cracked up. "Get back in the truck," he told me. We drove around the pond and up the path further til we came to a clearing with a little cabin. I had to say it was an attractive little thing. Front door, windows on each side, chimney on the end. "What is this?" I asked. "It was my grandpa's hunting cabin. This is where we set up home base when we hunt. He and his buddies used to come up here all the time. They built it and they did it nice." "Well it is interesting," I said. "It's mine now," Andrew said flatly. "What?" I screamed. "He gave it to me. His hip is so bad he can't back out here and his friends are all old now. He gave me the keys and told me to take good care of it. If I let something happen to it, he would kill me and drop me into hell!" "Dramatic!" I said. "That's my granddad. Want to see the inside?" he asked. "Absolutely. Lets look at your little cabin in the wood!" We got out of the truck and I looked around. It was made of wood with a metal roof. The door seemed sturdy as we entered. You could smell the wood stove primarily. There was a small den and a small but functional kitchen with a small stove and miniature refrigerator. "The big fridge and freezer are on the back porch,'' Andrew said. There was one bedroom with a big bed and another bedroom with four bunk beds set up on opposite walls. It had a big rear porch with a big clearing for cleaning meat. "Andrew, I am astounded. This is really nice." "I know it like the back of my hand. I've been coming out here since I was 12 years old." "It's cold in here," I said. "It won't be for long. I just turned on the backup heat so it'll warm up quick. You're supposed to get the wood stove going so you can turn off the heat but we won't be here long enough for that," he said, leading me into the bedroom. "What are we here long enough to do?" I asked. "Haha, as if you don't know. First I want to give you your Christmas present. It's nothing big but I didn't have much money left over. I didn't think you would take offense." "You are right about that. You're the present I like unwrapping!" I snapped. "As awesome as that is, it sounded really corny, Cuzo. Sorry!" and I had to laugh. It was corny. He pulled a small package out of his coat pocket. I unwrapped it to find a small picture frame. It was Andrew and me standing on the beach and we had tried to take a selfie of ourselves but the guy Andrew hung out with took it. We looked so happy and youthful. The wind blew Andrew's blond hair to the side. He was tanned and gorgeous and his teeth could be seen behind his stunning smile. "This is very important, Andrew. I don't have any pictures of us together. I love it. I really do," I said. He smiled so big and he put his arms around me. His body felt good. Warm air was filling the room. Our clothes came off. We were in the bed. Andrew was on top of me. He kissed me like we had been lovers for years. He mounted me like a young stud using lube he had also pulled from his coat pocket. At least he had thought of everything. The first time he came inside me, he yelled, "That's merry christmas number one, Cuzo!" and that cracked me up. After some more loving and fucking, he came a second time then whispered, "Thats merry christmas number two, Cuzo. I love you so much, stud," he said to me. Needless to say, having been fucked on my back and on my stomach, left me a little sore in some parts but what a day. I had so much thinking to do on the way home. I had experienced a coming to terms with Lara. I had enjoyed a Christmas with family, so to speak. Andrew and I had some amazing Christmas sex. Andrew was finding himself with his peers which might be for the best. The air was clear on what we did when we could not be together. At some point, I would have to let Andrew make the decision if he preferred to be involved with the high school boy instead of me. I would not hold him back. But I also wouldn't let this guy put Andrew in any danger. That was a promise. Andrew was coming to the city for the first time to spend New Year's day with me. He would stay for two days because he had a hunt when he got back. A deer and a turkey were on his radar and he was excited to use the new rifle scope I gave him for Christmas. Let's see what turns up for New Year's!