This story is a work of fiction. The characters, names, incidents, dialogue, and plot are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.

Seattle Rain

Part V

I'm still not sure where all the days went. With the exciting actions of the first four days he'd been with us, I thought it'd continue at that pace. But I had vowed to be patient with him, and he wasn't giving me any sign that he wanted more action.

Every morning I'd wake up, sometimes before him, sometimes after, and tell myself this would be the day we took things to a new level. He was such a good kid I didn't want to force him.

After the first week just being alone with him and laughing together gave me all the happiness I needed. I couldn't keep the thoughts from creeping into my head when we sat close together or came into contact with each other. But I managed to keep myself from giving in to my hormones.

So when I woke up in the morning and realized Caleb would be leaving the next day I was filled with regret. In all the fun and laughter I'd completely dismissed the idea of what I was going to do when he left.

My regret was not that I hadn't forced him into a sexual action, but that I'd have no one like him around.

I turned my attention to Caleb. He was still sleeping peacefully. I wondered if he would feel the same regret. Hoping today went by slowly, I found a way to drift back to sleep.

It hadn't been a long sleep. No more than half an hour later, Caleb shook me to wake me up. "It's almost nine. Do you wanna get up?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Let's go to the living room."

I sleepily followed him and sat on the couch. He turned on the TV and sat down by me.

The volume was too soft to hear. I don't think either one of us was really paying attention to it anyway. He broke the silence. "We should do something fun today since I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Whatever you're up for is fine with me." It may have sounded like a generous lie, but I was serious. I just wanted him to enjoy himself.

We did a wide variety of things that day, not sticking to anything for too long. We were in the process of throwing a football back and forth under the slowly darkening sky when I felt a light drizzle.

Since the day we sat outside watching the rain it had rained every night. He laid down on the driveway on his back. It took me a few seconds to realize what he was up to, but I remembered doing the same thing when I had been younger.

"I do this sometimes when it gets dark at home. Just to look at the sky," he said as I laid down beside him.

The drizzle was very light; so light it was barely noticeable. "You like rain, don't you?" I asked, watching him take in the clouds.

"I didn't used to until I came here. I guess I do now because it makes me think of you." He smiled and glanced over at me. "You should come to Florida some time."

I laughed. "I'd like to, but my mom's not much of a traveler." In the silence that followed, I realized rain would symbolize a good time in my life in the future, the same as it would for Caleb.

This time as the rain increased to a steady pour, we both went inside quickly to avoid being chewed out.

The house was silent. Like we had so many nights in a row, we laid side by side in bed running a conversation. He started to drift off in mid-sentence, and I knew by now that meant he was getting tired.

"Want me to turn off the light now?" I asked.

He surprised me and shook his head. "Not yet." Silence followed for a short period of time, and then he gave me hope that maybe our relationship just might reach a new level. "I never told you, but I'm really glad you showed how to do that."

"I was glad to help you. Besides, I knew you were grateful. Some things can be said without words." I was saying a few things without words at that moment, but it didn't occur to me he'd pick it up.

"There's something else I haven't told you yet."

Although when he said that my heart jumped and started beating rapidly, I kept my composure. "What's that?"

He had a shy, yet proud look on his face. "Since you showed me, I've been practicing every night."

I looked at him in surprise. "When did you find the time?"

He was grinning widely by this time. "After you were asleep." He paused. "That's okay, isn't it?"

I laughed. "Yeah. I wouldn't have showed you how to do it if I didn't expect you to."

I could tell by the look on his face that he was about to suggest something. "Wanna see me do it?"

I nearly blurted out 'yes' but I knew he'd think that was odd, so I went with a more casual approach. "Sure. I'll be the judge of this."

His face lit up and he reached down to begin the process. My eyes followed along as his hands skillfully brought him closer to the ultimate pleasure.

He must have been at it for over three minutes, but I could've watched him all day. I saw his body tense up and moments later he relaxed his hand. He looked at me for approval. "How's that?"

I smiled to show him my rating and turned my attention to my own dick. It was poking through my boxers and virtually begging to be touched. "Damn. You got me in the mood to jerk off now. Do you mind?"

He giggled and shook his head. I started to stroke it and kept at a slow pace. Before I got far in it, I felt his hand touch mine. Our eyes met and I felt hypnotized. Without a word I removed my hand and let him take over. I braced myself for a fast ride, but he surprised me by going slow.

He was doing an incredible job, keeping me from shooting for over five minutes before he suddenly sped up and ended it.

Prepared for the result, he handed me his shirt. I grinned and cleaned the mess. "I hope you don't mind me doing that."

He shrugged. "Won't bother me." He leaned against me and closed his eyes. At that moment, I was feeling about as good as I could feel. No, we hadn't gone to another level, but I felt a strong sense of love for him. Which was enough.

I thought he was asleep, so I started to turn off the lamp. "Do you ever think of people when you're jerking off?" he asked in an unusually bold manner.

I considered the possible responses before answering. "Sure. That's natural. Why?"

He shrugged. "Just wondered." I turned off the lamp and laid down. "Have you ever thought of me?"

My eyes must have been bulging out of their sockets. Thankfully the light was off, so he wouldn't be able to see my discomfort. "What makes you ask that?"

"Well, sometimes I think of you."

I leaned over and turned the lamp back on. Knowing I had to seem at ease, I put my arm around him. "I've thought about you a few times." My voice trailed off and we sat there. I was gently caressing his nipples, more absent-mindedly than anything else. He didn't even seem to notice. "There's nothing wrong with you thinking of me." He turned so our faces were inches apart.

"I'll be kind of lonely when I'm home."

"We'll keep in touch. Now that we know each other, I promise we'll talk often. Maybe we'll even come visit you guys soon."

Our eyes locked again. It was Caleb who initiated the kiss. I let it stay an innocent kiss. Just a few seconds. But it was enough for me. He fell asleep with my arms around him.