Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2020 15:11:44 -0700 From: Teddy Johnson Subject: The Summer I Met Konner 2 This story is about a sexual relationship between an older and younger man. If that is not of your interests, please read no further. If you are under the age of 18 or it is illegal to read such stories in your country, please do not continue. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses etc. are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Please consider donating to nifty as they do a great service to everyone! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html © 2020 Teddy Johnson Chapter 2 After the afternoon and beer and catching up I had assumed that Marcus would be a regular guest at my house, but in the week and a half since then he had come over all I had gotten was a text saying that Konner, his son, would come over to introduce himself at some point. I hated to admit that I thought things would go back to when we were teenagers: him coming over every afternoon, sitting in the den watching sports or playing video games, staying long after the streetlights came on and his 11pm curfew. We had both grown up. We both had lives, his more full than mine so it was perfectly understandable that he didn't have time to hang out. Still... I was sitting in my backyard answering emails when my phone chimed. Hey are you home? At first I was confused as to why a random number was asking me such a question until I remembered that Marcus had given Konner my number. I scrolled back to his text to compare the numbers and they matched. Yeah you heading over? The response came almost immediately. I'll be over in a few I instantly sat up straight. Why was my heart pounding? Probably because I couldn't remember the last time I interacted with anyone between the ages of 5 and 30. What do teenagers like? Was he just going to stop by and say hello or was I supposed to entertain him. I didn't have any snacks since I ordered delivery most days. The only non-alcoholic drink I had was water. There must be a diet coke or two left over from when I had people over for my book release. Just as I walked in from the backyard the doorbell rang. The sound of tinny 50 year old bells rang through the kitchen, sporadically stopping. There weren't many things in life I hated more than that damn bell `What had he done? Run over here?? And of course Marcus hadn't told him not to ring the bell. I should've had it taken out the second my parents had handed over the keys. I jogged to the door, slowing down as I approached, not wanting to come across too desperate. Why was I seeking the approval of a 17 year old so much? ~ If it wasn't for the long auburn hair and the fact that he was taller than me, I would've mistook the person currently sitting in my backyard for Marcus. Konner had to be at least 6 foot 3 which was surprising because his father was 5 foot 10 on a good day. His broad shoulder sat nicely on top of his toned body (a result of spending school breaks working for his dad). His arms and legs had a nice layer of muscle that had no hint of fat on them. As I examined him closer, I noticed key differences between Konner and Marcus. Konner had gotten his hazel eyes and his freckles from his mother, but had adopted the rest of his facial features from his father. His square jaw was so defined it was like he was always clenching his teeth, his full lips in a permanent pout... `Wait why are you looking at his lips?' His eyes met mine. Shit he had caught me staring. His brow furrowed confusingly for half a second before he spoke. "So this is where you and my dad hung out when you were younger?" "Well most of the time we were either in the den or my room, but yeah he came over almost every day." My hands were doing weird motions while I was talking. What was happening to me? His eyes widened and he nodded his head. "Cool...did you guys hang out with my mom as well?" I let out an awkward laugh. "No no, you're mom came much later. We all went to the same high school, but I don't think they started dating until sometime after I moved away for college and after that I only met her a few times when I came back to visit. I do remember her being cheer captain...I'll have to find one of my old yearbooks and show you." "She's shown me before." "Oh...right. You must have two sets of yearbooks in your house." I couldn't stop with the uncomfortable laughter and he definitely noticed. His hands were running over his thighs, bunching up his shorts every time they moved upwards. He kept looking around the yard like he had lost something. "Do you have anything to drink? I'm fuckin' thirsty" I don't know why hearing him curse surprised me so much. "Uuh well I only have beer and water. I might have a soda somewhere I can look for it if you want..." The last part of the sentence seemed to race out of my mouth. "I'll take a beer." He said it so casually that I almost didn't question it. "I don't think your parents would be very happy if I gave you one." It was his turn to laugh. "Dude I've had beer before, plus I live right around the corner. If you're really worried you can walk me home. Just one?" he pleaded. I had every reason not to trust him. I'm sure his father hadn't given him a beer before, but he was a teenager in 2020 of course he could've had one. And he was right, you could see the flagpole in his yard from my front window. "Just one." ~ "So like...are you gay or something?" My hands abruptly stopped typing. We had been sitting in silence, other than a few comments here and there, enjoying our drinks for the better part of an hour. Me replying emails, Konner watching videos on his phone. The question shocked me, I almost forgot where I was. "I-I-I am, yes. Why do you ask?" He looked up from his phone. "I don't know, just wondering. Dad says you're kind of a recluse, and you live in this big house in the middle of Nowhere, California, and I don't know just asking." A recluse??? I mean he's not wrong. I don't go out much and most of the people I talk to are for work and live in a different time zone, but a recluse? "Well I haven't always lived here. I went to school in New York, lived there for about 15 years, traveled Europe for a while, and then bought the house from my parents when they were gonna sell it. And I have friends!" I tried not to sound too defensive, he was just a curious teenager. "Hey I didn't say you didn't! Dad did. And I just figured everyone your age was married with kids-" "How old do you think I am?" I blurted out. "I don't know... 45?" "Konner, I'm a year younger than your dad!" He was silent. Did he not know how old his dad was? I knew my hair had started greying, but I didn't know I looked ancient. "Im 38!" "Okay well, that's still pretty old to not have a life dude" It was my turn to fall quiet. My eyes met the ground. If only he knew... "I didn't mean it like that! What I meant was-" "Hey it's okay, I know what you were trying to say." I stood up, faced away from him, pretended to stretch while I blinked rapidly for a couple seconds. "Hey it's almost 6 you should probably head home." I turned around and looked at Konner. His eyes full of worry, his mouth hanging slightly open. God dammit. Fuck. Now he's upset. I smiled at him before gesturing with my head that we should head inside. He handed me his empty beer can and opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but I put my hand on the small of his back guiding him towards the door before he could say anything. I opened the door and he reluctantly stepped out. As the door was halfway to being closed he shouted, "Its my birthday." I threw the door open. Confusion clearly written on my face. "Not today! This weekend. My parents are throwing like a stupid housewarming/birthday party thing and they would probably like it if you were there if you're not busy or anything." His heel repeatedly hit the concrete, his teeth biting his lower lip. "I'll be there." I smiled at him. His face lit up and he started to walk away. "Konner, text me when you get home." "Why! You can practically see my bedroom window from here!" He protested. "Okay well at least look both ways when you cross the street." He waved his hand dismissively before putting it in his pocket continuing his way home. `How had I not noticed that ass?' ~~~ Thanks for all the kind words about part 1! I'm having a lot of fun writing these chapters and have a lot planned for these two men. Like I said, it's gonna be a slow burn so please bear with me as we explore their relationship. If you have any comments/suggestions/feedback of any kind please feel free to email me! teddyjohnsonwrites@gmail.com