Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2009 22:09:18 +0000 From: Steve Thomas Subject: Dream on, Eugene" Ch. 3 This is a based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. But it is work of pure fiction. Come to think of it ... some of it might not be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between males, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - -ENJOY! Cast of characters: Eugene Hathaway -- Yeah, that'd be me. I'm 35. Aaron Williamson -- my partner. He's 55. Larry -- my step dad. Gerry -- my mom Myra -- Larry's sister Mrya's husband and Aarons brother. From Chapter 2: "I`m almost there, Dude! Oh yeah. Oh YEAHHH! OHHHH YEAHHHH! Ahh -- ahh -- ahh -- ahh -- ohh -- ohh -- ohh ... HO!" He breathed hard for several seconds, then said, breathlessly, "Sweetheart, Oh I can't wait `til you get home! Maybe you or Daniel can't coax something out of you ... but I can!" "Wha -- at?" I said, "Daniel wasn't trying!" "Why would he come and stroke your head and do those sexy things?" "He didn't actually do any of that, Silly!" I said. "He DID come say g'bye ... in his hospital scrubs!" "What? You -- you - " "I gave you what you wanted ... didn't I?" "Yes and I love you so much, Sweetheart!" Aaron told me before we hung up. "And I loved doing that for you! Good bye my sweet Aaron. Good bye Daddy." "Bye Gino. I love you." "I know ... it's what keeps me going!" Chapter 3 The wedding: Larry and Mom were married soon after my high school graduation. I know that Larry wanted me out of the house first, but Mom would not agree to it. I decide while we were preparing for the wedding that I was going to get another hug from Aaron. He was free with hugs with everyone else, but somehow, he seemed nervous to hug me after the graduation hug. I know that his wife was scowling at the time, so I guessed that had at least something to do with it. I had it all figured out. I watched closely to see when their car came and parked in the makeshift parking lot that was carved out of the acreage below the house. When it did, I saw Aaron get out and walk around to help Edie out of the car. Then I watched as they made their way up the driveway. They disappeared as they walked around to the front door. I had it all planned. When they knocked, I was going to be first to the door, and smile and hug Edie hello. Then that would give me plenty of reason to hug my "dad". I checked myself out in the mirror over the buffet. I was dressed in a black tux with white shirt and black tie and cummerbund. I looked stylin'! The door bell rang. I stood frozen in that spot in the dining room, not ten feet from the door, seemingly paralyzed! My mom opened the door, got a pat-hug from Edie and a close warm one from Aaron. Then he saw me. He pushed Edie in front of him as they headed for the deck outside, directly by me. As soon as she was past, he stopped and turned toward me. I was about to step into his embrace when his right hand shot out first and I jerkily met it with mine. "Hiya Handsome!" He said with a broad grin. You look great!" I went to say hi, but my lips stuck together. "Mrrf". I uttered, as I tried to get something past them. "I hate it when that happens!" He laughed. "I thought you were going to call ... ?" He left it hanging there in the air like a green fart ... only I felt like I was the one who farted! Then he caught up with Edie and as soon as they were on the deck, there was a song playing, and he took her into his arms and they danced. I caught myself wishing it was me in his arms before the absurdity hit me: I was getting jealous of his wife! I was no longer needed, so I escaped and went to my friend Ryan's, nearby. "Who are you calling, Baby?" Asked my mom. We were watching TV the next week, and it suddenly occurred to me that Aaron reminded ME to call HIM. "Um -- just a friend!" I said, getting up and walking to my room. Well, it was true. Even though I fantasized he was my dad, he WAS just a friend. But somehow, even though Mom knew I -- um -- liked him -- a LOT -- I didn't want her to know I was calling HIM. "Hi!" Said a what sounded like a happy little girl`s voice. I wondered who it could be. "Is -- um -- Aaron there?" I asked. "Aaron! It's for you! I think it's that kid!" This was no little girl. It must be Edie. Now it sounded more like a witch! "Hello?" "This is Eugene. Is this a bad time?" "Heck no! Well -- um -- it's nice to hear from you, Gene." "You said to call." I reminded him. We talked maybe 3 minutes and he tried to act like it was no big deal, but I got the feeling he was nervous. He said he'd pick me up the next Tuesday night -- for dinner. Before he came, Tuesday I called once more to make sure he waited outside the gate for me. No way I wanted Larry to start talking to him. He can drone on for hours! When Aaron pulled up to the gate, I was there, waiting. I got in, and Aaron asked me where a good place to eat was. I wasn't too savvy on places to eat besides fast food, but I suggested a place I'd been before, and we went there. We talked mostly about me. Basketball, football, my new job, and the car I wanted to buy. When Aaron asked about college, I said I wanted to, but had to earn some money first. The evening went far too fast for me. Before I knew it, we were at his gate saying good-bye. We hugged about as close as two men could in the cab of a pickup truck. Then Aaron tilted his head back and whispered, "At the risk of being misunderstood, - " and he kissed me on the cheek. My face was burning, and my ears were on fire. I was glad that it was dark and that the dome light in the truck didn't work. I said my thanks and started out of the truck. As I was about to open the gate, Aaron called out, "How about next week?" "Yeah, okay. My treat, next time." I said. The next week we repeated the last weeks meeting. As we sat outside the gate -- this time longer because the dinner went faster -- and when Aaron said it was time to go, no kiss, but this time I risked a little and I said, "Aaron, I love you". "Thank you, Gene I love you too." "I told my friends that you're my dad. They know you're not but they're cool with it. See ya' next week?" "Sure". I found out later that my mom had asked Aaron to mentor me. For this I both hated her and loved her. I found out it gave him something to justify our more frequent meetings. He even started going to a few church meetings with me ... very few -- at the young adult ward. Then one day, about a year after graduation, Aaron asked me if I wanted to go to a church retreat up in the Sierra Mountains ... his church's father-son outing. I had very mixed feelings. On one hand I wanted to go ... as his son! On the other, I was not sure if I wanted a whole weekend of church! "Do you think you can get off a little early on Friday, so we can get a head start?" "Sure!" "Now wait just a minute, boy! That was too quick. This is the third new job you've had in less than a year, and I don't want to risk getting you in trouble". "Don't worry, it'll be fine. My boss loves me! I'll call you to let you know for sure". (I'd quit my job to be with him over night!) Next day: "I'm goin!" "You're sure it's all right?" "I told you my boss loves me. I just told him that I don't very often get to go camping with my dad. Don't worry - he's Jewish. They're very family oriented, Ya' know." "Well, okay. Good, then it's settled. I'll pick you up at 4:00, Friday afternoon. Be sure to be ready on time. I want to be there in time for dinner". Friday afternoon: "Sorry I'm a little late, Gene. But only five minutes. I couldn't get off as soon as I wanted. Where's your stuff?""Um -- uh -- yeah. It's okay and -- you can call me Gino if you want." His smile got wider. I saw so much love! "I'm almost packed. Then we have to go to James' house to get the tent". "You were supposed to have that all ready." "I don't have a car, daddy. And he only lives a couple blocks away. And I think lame-Wayne put my sleeping bag somewhere -- I had it out on my bed this morning. But you know how he likes to "organize" everything! Why do you keep looking at your watch?" "I just don't want to be late. I couldn't find a sleeping bag either. Edie sent a couple of those really thick, warm, wool blankets we can roll up in. And please don't call me "daddy". It doesn't sound good". "Why?" "Haven't you ever heard of a sugar daddy?" "No. What's that?" "It's when an old guy has a mistress that is very young". "Oh. Well, I'm not your mistress". "Just don't call me it -- especially in public. Now let's get going. It's later than I wanted to leave". "Don't worry so much, daddy. We'll be fine". A little later: "I would guess we're about half way there. At least I'mhoping we are. We need to stop and get some deli sandwiches or something. Also something to drink". Said Aaron. "How's about a brewski?" I tried. "No way! Gino - I - " "I was only joking. Lighten up, daddy". "Yeah, only joking ... unless I said okay!" Still later: "I think this is our turn-off", Aaron said. "I've been here before. Well, actually on the other side of the lake. This is the girls' camp -- or at least it used to be". "Still is when there are girls here. Wow, the road is kinda rough. I hope we're not too late for dinner". "Yeah. Like we can be late for the dinner that we brought ourselves! Besides we'd have been here a half hour ago if you hadn't taken that wrong turn-off". I felt bad as soon as I said it. But I was getting pretty familiar with him after a whole year of seeing him regularly. "There's the lodge. A couple more turns and we'll be there!" He said. "Where's all the cars, Daddy? Looks like we're the first to get here. So much for being late. You worry too much." "Oh. There are a few cars here. Let's set up our tent first. Heh! It looks like there WILL be plenty of time before dinner. We'll grab a spot for our tent, then let's go down and explore the lake. And please stop calling me `daddy'" "Okay ... Poppy." I said with a grin. "See how easy this tent goes up? Wow, it was so warm down in the valley. It's kinda cool up here. Let's go down to the lake now".- - - -"Wow, it's further down -- and I do mean down -- to the lake than I imagined." Said Aaron. "And it's all rocks. I like rock climbing, but I'm getting kinda tired. I'm a little worried I may get a cramp or something". "Don't worry Poppy, if you do, I'll carry you back." "Gino?" "Yes?" I said, a little thrill going through me as he called me by his pet name for the first time. "I do love you, boy! Did I say boy? You're nineteen now so I guess - " "I love you, too, Poppy. And you can call me `boy' if you want. I wish I were your boy!" Before he could comment, I continued, "Over on the other side of the lake is Camp Winton, where the Boy Scouts camp. I have been there a couple times. It was the only thing my dad ever did with us. Not that he ever spent any time with us once we got there -- he just was big into scouting, and would bring us with him. He wasalways too busy with the adults to bother with his own boys. That's why I love you so much, daddy -- er -- poppy. When you're with me, you're actually with me!" "When you came up here, did you ever sneak over here to the girls camp?" "Actually, yes. The girls hated that. They were not allowed to wear any make-up and stuff while they were here, so they didn't want to let any boys see them. But one night a couple of us quietly slipped into a canoe and paddled over after dark. We had a really cool scoutmaster. He was very big and powerful, and saw us leave. He was able to get into another canoe and row around us and beat us to this side and was waiting for us". "What did he do to you?' "Nothing. All we needed was the word from this big guy, and nothing more was necessary". "I think I'm rested up enough to get all the way back up by myself. You won't have to carry me -- though I don't doubt you could!" After we ate our sandwiches Aaron went to talk to the leaders for a few minutes, while I organized the inside of the tent. When Aaron got back it was nearly campfire time so we went up to the fire for "fun and games and stuff". For most of the program I laid down on one of the flattened out sitting logs with my head on Aaron's lap. Just before the benediction, Aaron sang a very moving song to prepare the group for the prayer. On the way back to our tent, I said, "That was a beautiful song, Poppy." "Thanks. Well here's our tent. It's not that late, but it's dark, and I'm tired enough, so shall we just go in, now?" With that, Aaron shined his flashlight into the tent and was surprised that I had made the two blankets into one bed. He quickly took off his shoes and socks, grabbed one of the blankets and rolled up in it, on one side of the tent. Somewhat disappointed, I came in and did the same. The wind started to whip up pretty good, and it was getting surprisingly cold. Not too long after that I whispered, "Aaron, are you awake?" "Yes." "I'm freezing!" "It IS cold." "I mean, I'm REALLY cold!" "Well, put your socks back on." "I already did. I'm so cold! What are we going to do?" Aaron thought about it for a few moments. "Gino, you're so skinny, even at 19 years old, you probably just doesn't have enough fat to keep you warm. No problem like that here!" and Aaron patted the blanket about where his tummy would be. Then he said, "Come on over here, so we can get you warm". I squirmed up as close to Aaron as I could, front to back, each in hisown blanket. But soon that was not enough either. It was early spring, but neither of us imagined it would get so cold, because it was so warm down in the valley. I was beginning to think I knew what the Donner Party went through! Now Aaron was getting cold, too. So we doubled up the blankets and climbed in together. That helped considerably, with all of our body heat consolidated. It just kept getting colder, and we held each other increasingly closer. We traded off front to back so we could warm both sides. By early morning, I was shivering almost uncontrollably, so Aaron told me to lie flat on my back, and he got on top of me for awhile, until I stopped shivering. Both of us were mortified at our obvious reaction to this. All night long we were very much aware of this "firm" reminder. This was stimulating something in us that we certainly couldn't talk about. Even through our jeans, our wood was obvious in this position. Morning finally came. Neither I nor Aaron had slept at all, and bothwere exhausted and very embarrassed. We didn't speak of it -- or much of anything else. Aaron got up and helped with breakfast, but neither of us felt like eating. We excused ourselves early after breakfast and went home feeling sick. About 20 minutes after leaving, Aaron stopped at a picnic area where there was a toilet. When each had his turn in there, and they got back into the car, Aaron said, "Have you ever heard of `blue balls'?" "No." "I'm sure there is a better medical term for it, but it's when a man gets overly sexually stimulated for a long period of time with no release. It feels something like the pain in your tummy if you get hit in the groin -- and sick!" "That's exactly how I feel," I said. "If it doesn't go away by the time we get home, I think it will if youmasturbate." He said as if he were telling me to take two aspirins. "Gosh, I am so tired." He commented. "As a matter of fact, we're a lot closer to my house, so let's stop there and sleep awhile. Edie's not home, so it will be quiet". When we got to Aaron's house, we each went to a separate bathroom and"relieved our pain". Then Aaron said, "You can sleep down here on thecouch. I'm going up to my bed". "Please stay down here with me, daddy!" I begged. "No, sweetheart. I wouldn't be able to sleep, and I'm afraid of what might happen, after last night". "Please!!?" "No. Just go to sleep, Gino". And Aaron went up to his own bed. After we woke up, Aaron drove me home. Neither one said much, but when we arrived at my house, I said, "Please come in, Aaron." "Not now, Gino. I have to get home". "Please come in. I just want to hug you but not here in front of the house with these people here". "I think we hugged enough last night". "Please!!?" "No. Goodbye, sweet boy". "Call me!" I said. I waited. But there was no call from Aaron. It had been three weeks. I was broken hearted. I knew Aaron loved me. So what was the problem? Finally I called him. Edie answered and snappishly told me she'd tell Aaron I called. I found out later that he had actually told her what happened at the campout. This is what he told me: "Eugene called", Edie said, coldly. "Did he want me to call him back?" "You're certainly not going to see him again, after what you told me happened at the camp-out? Are you?" "I just don't know what to do, Edie. I think I handled it just fine, don't you?" "Still, this isn't the first time you've had these feelings, Aaron. It's easy to forget when things are sailing along clearly. I just think you should be careful". "I know. I guess I should at least call him back".- - - - "Thanks for calling back", I said. When can I see you again?" "Gino, you know I love you to pieces, but I just think it is dangerous for both of us. And Edie knows". "YOU TOLD HER!!?" "We don't keep secrets". "Poppy, I miss you so much. Please just come by to let me see you. Please!!?" Aaron considered this for only a moment. "I'll stop by on my way home from work, tomorrow". Somehow, Aaron forgot to mention to Edie that he was stopping by to see me on the way home. When he got there, he noticed Wayne's car in its parking place. That eased his mind a lot. I answered the door dressed in no more than a pair of those raggy, way too loose jeans that were popular for young men at the time -- and topless. I said, "I'll be right out," and I headed back to the bathroom. Aaron sat down in the living room. Then Me I hollered, "Aaron!" "I'm still here!" he hollered back. "Come here!" Aaron got up and came to the bathroom door. I had it all planed. I could easily overpower Aaron and that's just what I did, pulling him in close. Aaron somehow squirmed away, looked all around, and whispered, "Where's Wayne? I saw his car out there". "They both left in my mom's car." He relaxed slightly. Again, I grabbed Aaron, this time more firmly so he couldn't wriggle away. I looked directly into Aaron's wide, almost panicky eyes and then planted a soft wet kiss on his mouth. Aaron was completely surprised. At first he tensed up. Then he relaxed. He couldn't help himself. He kissed me back hard and long. Aaron finally broke the kiss. "MMM! Your lips are so soft and warm! I've NEVER been kissed like that! Where did you learn to kiss like that!?" "The girls love to kiss me". "Do you like to kiss them?" "Yeah, but - " "But - ?" "It never felt like that!" I said. "I know!" All this time Aaron's eyes drawn down to the growing andswelling in my pants. Then he actually grabbed it and said, "This feelsso huge! Can I see it?" "No, you can't see it!" So Aaron tried to pull my jeans down. I ran, and the chase was on! I could have easily prevented what happened next, but in any event,Aaron was "enabled" to tackle me and wrangle those loose jeans down to my knees. The laughing and giggling suddenly stopped. Both just stared. We were both stunned by what had just happened. In this condition, my dick was close to 8 inches long, and very thick, and almost perfectly white, except for the tip, which was very pale pink. Then Aaron got up, not quite believing what he had just done, and said, "I - I gotta go". All I could say, was, "I know", and stepped out of my jeans and started for the shower. As Aaron was almost to the front door, I called out, "Please come into the shower with me, daddy". Aaron couldn't remember when his clothes ever came off so fast. He stepped into the shower and immediately I grabbed him again, only this time very gently. Aaron wrapped himself around me as he had the very first time he hugged him over a year ago -- close and firm, but gentle. Our members were touching and throbbing. Aaron said he couldn't remember any time recently that he achieved an erection so quickly or completely. Then Aaron took a wash cloth and soap and ever so gently he washed my entire body. Then he pushed me into the shower and rinsed off every inch, rubbing me gently with his hand as he did. When he came to my rigid member, he stroked it a few extra times -- it didn't take any more than that. My milky white fluid hit the ceiling. I then pulled Aaron up close again and kissed him even deeper and longer than before, after which I reciprocated with a loving, gentle bathing, ending in the same way, except with Aaron it just drizzled out. We got out of the shower, and each dried the other off, ever so gently and lovingly. Nothing was said. What COULD be said? Aaron got dressed and floated out the door.This was the start of a very long relationship, which could go nowhere, but neither of us could bear to stop. Notes: Comments are welcome, as usual. Please send them to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and ... love, Steve