Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2012 10:22:15 -0700
From: Phil R <171.r99@gmail.com>
Subject: The Window Washer Chapter 3

The Window Washer

Chapter 3

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We got Rob into my car and safely back to my apartment.

When I wheeled him through the door he said, "Jerome, this is wonderful.
The view is magnificent!"

"Thanks, I'm really proud of it.  I was very lucky to get this place.
Let's get you settled.  Is there anything I can get for you?  Something to
eat or drink?"

"Maybe just some water, thanks.  I'm afraid I'm bagged from all the
excitement of coming here.  Would you mind if I lie down for a while?"

"Not at all," I said.  "Look, here's your room."

"Man, this is all so nice, Jerome, you really are terrific to help me like
this.  I love your apartment.  I could get used to this!"

I know he was probably saying that to be nice, but I was thrilled.  My
secret wish was that he would move in here, sooner rather than later.  But
I didn't want to rush things after his bad experience in Seattle, so I
remained silent and mussed up his hair.

I wheeled him into his room.  Then we shuffled him onto the bed.  He had to
lie on his back, of course, and I helped him get comfortable.  He sighed
contentedly.  I gave him a bottle of water and quick peck on the lips and
told him I'd leave him to get some rest.

He said, "Uh, Jerome, I don't think you're going anywhere."  And he patted
the bed beside him.

I obediently sat down.  We looked at each other.  He made a little sideways
"come here" gesture with his head that told me he wanted me to kiss him.
So I did.

I put my hand on his face and kissed him tenderly and we held our lips
together for a long time.  He placed his hand on my head to encourage me.
Lust was making me rock hard but I also felt such a rush of love and
tenderness it nearly made me faint.

The kissing went on for several minutes.  We'd kiss, pull back a little,
look in each other's eyes, smile and move in for more kissing.  Both of us
were really heating up.

I moved my hand to his torso and felt his chest muscles and his ribs and
his taut belly.

"Let's take your shirt off," I said, and we worked together to pull it
gently over his head and cast.

 There was a light covering of hair over his toned chest and stomach.  He
was flawless.

I ran my hands over his nakedness.  Chest, nipples, belly, navel, treasure
trail.  Rob stayed perfectly still, watching me intently.  He didn't make a
sound, but he was breathing rapidly in short, shallow breaths.

I leaned over and slowly kissed all the places I'd just touched.  I could
see his cock straining to be free.

"Should we do your pants now?" I asked.

"Yes," he whispered.

The tear-away pants came off easily.  Then I started on his boxers.  I
lifted the waist band to free his beautifully proportioned, very hard dick.
I took a good, long look at it and gave it a light, lingering kiss.  I
continued pulling the boxers down and over the ski boot.  I dropped them on
the floor then sat back and ran my eyes over all of him.  He continued to
lie as still as a statue.  But I could tell by his flushed face, rapid
breathing, and obvious excitement, that he was as stoked as I was.

"Your turn now," he said quietly.  So I stood up and rapidly removed my
clothes.  I paused long enough for him to take in the view, and then joined
him on the bed.

Considering he was lying on his back, with his left arm and leg
immobilized, we managed our lovemaking just fine.  I tried to be gentle,
but that didn't make it any less intense.

I used my lips, tongue and hands as creatively as I could.  I alternated
between fast and slow.  I brought him to the edge, then backed off.  A firm
hold, then a light touch.  It wasn't long before he was begging me not to
stop.  His body tensed.  I clamped my right hand on his tight balls.  Then
he let out a long moan and shot load after load of sweet, creamy cum into
my mouth.  I swallowed greedily.

I moved around so he could suck my engorged cock.  He was eager, and his
mouth felt amazing, but the position was awkward.  So I sat back on my
haunches and he gave me the best hand job I'd ever experienced.  The guy
was a virtuoso!  Soon it was my turn to beg him not to stop.  We worked on
the last few strokes together.  I cried out and shot a huge load onto his
chest.  Some of my cum dribbled onto his fingers.  He brought them to his
mouth, looked me in the eyes, and licked them clean.

I barely had the energy to give him a quick clean up, then we cuddled,
kissed, and rested for a few minutes in a state of total harmony.  Finally,
I felt Rob take a deep breath and let it out slowly, then his breathing
took on a steady rhythm and he dropped off to sleep.

I knew he needed rest so I gently eased myself off the bed.  I took another
long hungry look at his body then covered him with a blanket.  I slipped on
my boxers and shirt and quietly made my way out of the room.

I left his bedroom door ajar so that I could hear if he called.  I made
myself a cup of tea and slumped contentedly into my favourite chair.  My
thoughts drifted and I daydreamed about a future with Rob.  There was no
doubt in my mind that I had found my soul mate.  I prayed he felt the same
way.

Soon, the afternoon light was fading and my stomach was reminding me it was
time to prepare dinner.  But first I wanted to check with Rob to see if
what I had planned would be okay for him.  I grabbed a bottle of water in
case he was thirsty and went into his room.  For a couple of minutes I
stood beside the bed and watched him.  It didn't take long before he sensed
me there.  He opened his eyes and gave me a big smile.

I smiled back and said, "Hey sleepy head."

"Hey Jerome," he replied.  Then he looked me over.  From top to bottom, and
back to the top.  Finally, his eyes locked onto mine and he said, "I just
wanted to tell you....What we did....It's never been like that before....I
mean that was the best....Well, you know....I just gave myself so totally
to you.  Gosh, I must sound dumb, but I hope you know what I mean...."

"I know exactly what you mean.  That's not dumb at all.  It was like that
for me too."

He smiled and said, "I'm glad."

"Good!" I said. "Here's some water.  Are you hungry?  I was thinking of
chicken and stir fried vegetables for dinner.  Would you like that?  If you
want something else, just say so.  I've got tons of stuff in the fridge."

"Thanks, I'd like a drink of water.  The chicken sounds perfect.  Damn, I
have to pee.  Can you help me?"

After he took a good swig of water I helped him put on his his t-shirt and
boxers.  We got him in his wheelchair and into the bathroom.  I helped him,
but surprisingly neither of us felt any embarrassment--we were perfectly
comfortable with each other.

Then I got him settled on the couch and cooked our meal.

I cut his chicken into bite size pieces and served him.  He was happy to
have home cooked food again and ate enthusiastically.

We had ice cream for dessert then I cleared up the dishes and we talked for
a while.  He told me a little about growing up in Santa Barbara.  But it
wasn't long before I could see the colour draining from his face and he
asked for one of his narcotic pain pills.

"It's not my leg so much as my wrist.  That's what seems to hurt the most,"
he said.

I gave him his pill and said, "Okay, let's get you into bed."

He said, "About the sleeping arrangements...."

I quickly responded, "Don't worry Rob.  You've got your own room and your
own bed.  I'll totally respect your privacy."

"That's not quite what I meant, Jerome."

I was puzzled for a moment, and then the penny dropped.  "Oh.  Wow!  You'd
like to sleep with me?  In my bed?  Are you sure?  I'd love that!"

"Yes, that's what I meant.  I'd love that too."

I thought for a moment, and said, "Only one rule...."

"Let me guess," he said.  "No clothes in Jerome's bed, right?"

 "Bingo," I said

So we got him to the bathroom to brush his teeth and take a final piss.  I
was there if he needed me, but I could tell he was trying to be as
independent as possible.

When we got to the bed I pulled back the covers and asked, "Can you get in
by yourself?"

"I think so," he said.  Then he demonstrated his abilities and was lying
comfortably on his back in no time at all.

"Well done!"  I said.  Then I helped him out of his t-shirt and boxers and
pulled the covers up over him.

I quickly undressed and stretched out beside him with my hand resting on
his hairy chest.  We were still and quiet for several minutes, then:

"Jerome?"

"Yes."

"I've fallen in love with you."

"I've fallen in love with you too, Rob."

"We have a lot to talk about tomorrow, don't we?"

"Yes, Rob, we do.  We can talk all day."

I kissed him gently on the lips and said, "Good night."

"Good night," he replied and within seconds his pain pill kicked in and he
dropped off to sleep.

The next morning I opened my eyes and found him watching me.

"Have you been awake long?" I asked.

"Just a few minutes.  It was my turn to watch you."

"Yes, I guess it was.  Do you remember what you said last night?"

"Yes."

"Say it again."

"I love you, Jerome."

"I love you too, Rob."

Then we kissed.  One thing led to another, and soon we were in a full
replay of what we had done the previous afternoon.  With the same glorious
results.  I couldn't remember ever feeling happier.

I made coffee for us and brought it back to bed.  We planned our day.  We
wanted to talk about our new relationship first thing.  And Rob needed to
make travel arrangements for the next day.  I said I would go for a run
while he did that.

We rolled out of bed then took a shower together.  We were able to take
Rob's ski boot off for the shower but had to wrap his arm in a big plastic
bag to keep the plaster cast dry.  I brought in a patio chair so he could
sit in my shower stall and we managed.  He spent a lot of time exploring my
naughty bits with his soapy right hand, which was just fine with me!

I helped him dry off.  We got him dressed and his leg immobilized.  I
dressed, and then we went into the living room and settled him on the
couch.  I poured us orange juice then made Spanish omelettes for breakfast.

Once we'd finished eating I put the dishes in the dishwasher and got us
both fresh coffees.  I sat close to him and asked, "Are you ready to talk
now?"

"Absolutely, where shall we start?"

"Well, what about some basic relationship rules?" I said.  "For instance, I
believe in being faithful.  I'm not an open relationship kind of guy."

"Me neither.  Jerome, I promise you that as long as we're together I will
never look at another guy!"

I laughed and said, "Well, you can look, but no touching!"  Then I asked,
"What's important for you, Rob?"

"Please tell me you don't do drugs, Jerome."

"No definitely not!"

"Good!"

"What else is important for you, Rob?"

"Well, respect is a big issue.  Treating each other courteously is
definitely important, but it's also more than that.  It's really, truly
valuing the other person."

So we kicked around that topic for a while.  Then we moved on to other
subjects and the morning flew by.  I was completely mesmerized by this
articulate, self-confident guy.  (That, and the fact that he was very easy
on the eyes.)

Neither of us wanted much lunch so I just cut up some fruit and we snacked
on that.

He told me a bit about arranging travel as an airline employee.  Then he
said it was better if he just showed me.  So I fetched his laptop and he
logged into a special "Employee Travel" page.  Then he started the process
of finding a flight.  He explained that paying customers were accommodated
first, then employees if the plane had empty seats.  He told me that
traveling employees and their guests are called "non-revs," which is short
for "non-revenue passengers."

There were no direct flights from Vancouver to Santa Barbara.  We would
have to change planes in Seattle.

"I don't think that is going to work, Jerome," he said.  "First, the planes
are small and it would be fairly difficult to seat me comfortably.  Plus,
most of these little guys board directly from the tarmac and that involves
stairs.  I think it would be better to fly into Los Angeles on a direct
flight, in a bigger plane.  I'm sure somebody would pick us up there.  It's
almost two hours from my parents' house but California people drive
everywhere.  Maybe my brother would come and get us."

"That makes sense," I said.  "Do you mind if I leave you to make the
arrangements while I go out for a run?  Will you be okay here on your own?

"I'll be okay.  You go ahead.  Can you take your phone just in case
something happens?"

So I changed, strapped my phone to my arm, and headed out.  But first we
kissed goodbye and said our "I love you's."  I promised to be back soon.
He said he'd miss me, and I said I'd miss him.  We were joking around, but
at the same serious.  Like many new lovers we just didn't want to be
separated, even for a few minutes.

I had a good, long run along the waterfront, revelling in my good fortune.
I walked the final block to my apartment to let my heart rate and breathing
get back to normal.  But I was still hot and sweaty when I arrived home.

Rob liked hot and sweaty.  I stood near the couch and he gave me a good
long hug, with his head pressed against my damp stomach.

The travel arrangements were complete.  He had our boarding passes sent to
our phones but explained that these were only temporary.  They would get us
through security but we would be given our seat assignments at the boarding
gate.  He assured me that the flight we wanted had plenty of open seats and
we would almost certainly get on.

"I just need to make one more phone call," he said.

I left him to it and took a quick shower.  When I came back to the living
room he was smiling and looked very pleased with himself.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I have a surprise for you tomorrow," he said.

"You're full of surprises," I said.

We passed the balance of the day alternately resting and talking.  Rob was
doing really well.  He never complained or asked for one of his heavy-duty
pills, but I made sure he took acetaminaphen regularly to keep the pain at
bay.

We spend our second night cuddled together.  No longer zonked on narcotics,
Rob turned out to be a very affectionate guy.

The next day we woke up early to give ourselves plenty of time to prepare
for the trip.  Once we were ready I took our bags to the car then came back
for Rob.  We got him settled and were soon on our way.

When we were a few minutes away from the airport Rob made a call and
arranged for a CSA to meet us with a wheelchair at the departures curb.

"CSA?" I asked.

"Customer Service Agent," he said.

So I dropped Rob off with our luggage in the care of a very nice lady in an
Alkasa uniform.  I parked the car and made my way back to them.

I took over and wheeled Rob into the security check area.  That process
went smoothly, as did our pre-clearance interview with the US Immigration
agent.  We got to our gate and Rob was greeted warmly by the Alkasa agent
there.  Then we sat to the side and waited for our names to be called.  I
was getting worried when most of the passengers had boarded and we still
hadn't been called, but Rob assured me that was normal.

Finally, to my relief, our names were called and the agent gave us boarding
passes with our seat assignments.  She took over and wheeled Rob down the
ramp and into the plane as I followed.

Rob knew the crew members on the plane and they made a big fuss over him.

Rob's surprise for me was that we were seated in the front row of the
plane, in first class!

"Wow," I said.  "I've never traveled first class before.  How did you
manage this?"

"My boss owed me a favour and he arranged it for me.  It's a lot more
comfortable for me, certainly, but I hope you'll enjoy it."

"Rob, I'm just blown away by it.  You amaze me."  Then I leaned close and
whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too," he whispered back.

The flight took just over two hours and the whole time we were treated like
royalty by Rob's flight attendant colleagues.  I could tell he was very
well liked.

I had never been to Los Angeles before and as the plane approached the city
Rob pointed out the sights below.  I got a good look at Malibu Beach and a
little later the Hollywood sign just before the plane turned onto its final
approach to the airport.

We deplaned last, then, following Rob's directions, I wheeled him outside
to wait for his brother.  The air was hot but it felt wonderful.  And, even
at the airport, amid acres of concrete, there were palm trees.

Rob told me to look for a big white car and soon his brother pulled up in a
shiny new Escalade.  He parked and jumped out and the first thing he said
to Rob was, "Jesus little brother, I can't believe this!"

"Hi to you too, Ken," Rob laughed.  Then he introduced me and we piled in
the car for the ride to Santa Barbara.

Ken turned out to be outgoing like Rob and the conversation was lively.  He
was a great tour guide and pointed out the interesting sights as we drove
north.  He seemed to know where all the movie stars lived in Malibu.  I was
enthralled.

When we reached Santa Barbara Ken turned serious and said, "Rob, I should
warn you.  Dad's a bit pissed.  What with the accident and the Seattle
situation.  Well, sorry Jerome, but he's not too happy about you either.  I
feel really bad, but you guys are going to have to face the music when we
get home."

Rob said, "Thanks for the warning, Ken.  I'll deal with dad."

After that we lapsed into a stony silence.  I was feeling guilty for
creating this mess, but I was equally concerned for Rob's immediate
welfare.  It wasn't fair to send him into a hostile environment when what
he needed most was support and care.

I turned around and looked at him, trying to put on my most reassuring
face.  I could tell he knew what I meant.  He held my gaze and gave me a
little smile of thanks.  Then his smile widened and he winked at me.  He
was reassuring me right back!  Letting me know he was in full control of
the situation.

We drove up hill until we came to a winding road that skirted the
mountainside.  The view out to the Pacific Ocean was breathtaking.  Finally
we turned into the driveway of a beautiful two story, Spanish-style home
set amid lush grounds on the lower slope of the road.

"You never told me your parents were rich," I said.

"Just a big mortgage!" laughed Ken.

"No, seriously," I said, "What does your dad do?"

Ken said, "He has a flooring business.  Tiles and carpets and stuff.
That's where Mom and I work too."

Just then the front door of the house opened and out came Rob's parents.
His dad wasn't carrying a shotgun.  I took that as a good sign.

Rob's dad, Al, was polite but reserved as introductions were made.  Mary
had acquired a wheelchair and pushed Rob around the side of the house.

"I've put you two in the Casita," she said.  "For privacy."

Just then we went through a gate and entered an enclosed courtyard.  In the
middle was a swimming pool surrounded by a beautifully tiled deck.  Around
that there was lawn and then there were gardens and hedges, every bush ripe
with flowers.  Behind the greenery and colour there were glimpses of a
stuccoed wall.  Big palm trees provided shade.  Off to the right there was
a small building, its style mimicking that of the main house.  Mary pushed
Rob toward that.

It was a delightful apartment with one main room, a bedroom and a bathroom.
The front windows overlooked the pool.  It was like being in a five star
resort!

Mary showed me around and told me to make myself at home indicating with
her hand she meant the pool and the main house as well as the Casita.  She
asked if there was anything we needed.  I said I was fine.  Rob, clearly
exhausted from the trip, said he'd like to rest for a while.  His arm and
leg hurt like heck and he asked for a pain pill.  I got him on the bed and
held his hand as he dropped off to sleep.

I got up, changed into shorts and a t-shirt and grabbed a diet Coke from
the well stocked fridge.  I fished out my phone and my Kobo reader then
found a chair in the shade, outside by the pool.  I was occupied with my
electronic gadgets for the better part of an hour then I heard the door to
the main house slide open.  Al, looking grim, stepped into the courtyard
carrying two bottles of beer.  "Here it comes!"  I thought.  I took a deep
breath and steeled myself for the worst.

I stood up and gestured for him to sit in the chair near me.  He handed me
a beer and sat down.

"Mary and I love our boys," he said.

It was a statement, not a question, so I remained silent.

"When the hospital called and told us he'd fallen five stories.....well, we
thought we'd lost him."

I gave a slight nod that I understood, but remained silent.

"And then that bastard in Seattle....and now you.  I just don't
understand."

He didn't seem angry, just concerned.  He hadn't asked a question yet but I
thought remaining silent would be a sign of disrespect, so I said,
"Mr. Mitchell, I like Rob.  I like him a lot.  I'm only here to help him as
best I can."

Suddenly his temper flared and he exclaimed, "Well, you can tell him to
stop trying to be so damn independent!  He didn't need to take that window
washer job.  Mary and I would have helped him if he'd just asked!"

I heard a sharp, "Dad!" from behind me and turned to see Rob at the door of
the Casita.  He'd somehow managed to get himself out of bed and across the
living room.

Al jumped up like a shot and strode over to Rob.  He wrapped his arms
around him and held him tight.  "I'm sorry, Son, it's just that I love you
so much and the thought of losing you, well...." And then his body shook
with sobs.  Rob hugged back with his good arm and said, "I know, Dad, I
love you too."

********

The next morning we made love again.  Later, Rob had an x-ray appointment
and Ken volunteered to take him.  Al went to work.  Mary offered to take me
out to lunch, which I gladly accepted.  She took me to a seafood restaurant
on a pier at the foot of the city.  While we ate and I gawked at the view
she told me about how Al and she had started their business and how, little
by little, it had grown to a multi-store operation.  Al had wanted both the
boys to work in the business but Rob wanted to "make his own way in the
world" and had joined the airline.  I could tell she was very proud of both
her sons.  She said, "Just wait until you see Rob in his uniform!"

I said, "I'm looking forward to that!"

On the way home Mary drove by the old Santa Barbara Mission.  She explained
that between 1769 and 1823 the Spanish had established a series of missions
stretching from San Diego to Sonoma.  Spain was colonizing California and
the missions had a dual military-religious purpose.  The Spanish
Franciscans attempted to convert the Native Americans to Catholicism, but
in the process pretty much enslaved them.

She was oversimplifying, she said, but she promised to bring me back
another time for a proper educational tour.

When we got home I found Rob on a lounge chair by the pool.  After a warm
greeting he turned serious and said, "I've got something to show you.  I
hope I did the right thing."

"What is it?" I asked.

He handed me a sheet of paper.  It was a lab report for a rapid HIV test.
I looked at the results.  Tears came to my eyes.

"After my x-ray I stopped by a lab and had it done," he said. "I just
wanted you to know for sure."

"Non-reactive.  Negative," I said choking up.

"Jerome, did I do the wrong thing?  Why are you crying?"

"No, no.  You did exactly the right thing.  I'm crying because I'm happy.
Because I love you so much!"

I kissed him and he kissed the tears from my cheeks.

"I'll get one done tomorrow.  For you," I said.

He said, "Thanks.  Now go for a swim.  I want to see what you look like in
a bathing suit."

"I didn't bring one," I said.

"You can use mine.  It's in my bag."

It turned out to be a well worn Speedo.  I put it on then posed at the
Casita door and asked, "Does it make me look fat?"

He looked me over for a moment and said, "It makes you look like an Olympic
swimmer.  But what's that big bulge?"

"The way you're looking at me is making me hard," I said.  "I better jump
in the pool before I have a major wardrobe malfunction!"

*****

Over the next couple of days I had a wonderful time (and a lot of sex), but
inevitably Sunday, my departure day, rolled around.  Rob and I were very
clingy in bed that morning.

"I don't want you to go," he said.

"I don't want to go, but I have to get back to work."

"It's not fair," he said.

So I held him tight and told him how much I'd miss him.  I promised I would
catch a flight the following Friday and come back to him.

At noon Ken arrived with the Escalade to take me to the airport.  Rob came
along and I was glad because every minute I could spend with him seemed
precious.  Unfortunately it was only a short drive to the Santa Barbara
Airport.

When we got there I was impressed with the terminal building.  Like many
buildings in Santa Barbara it was built in the Spanish Colonial style with
white stucco, arches, and a red tile roof.

Ken pulled up to the curb and stopped.  I grabbed my pack and jumped out.
Then I opened the back door and leaned in and gave Rob a serious kiss.  I
didn't care what Ken or anybody else thought.  I'm not a gay rights
fanatic, but my logic was "If they can do it, we can do it."

I promised to call Rob as soon as I got home.  We said our final goodbyes
and I waved as the Escalade drove away.  I felt miserable as I turned and
made my way through security to the boarding gate.

I was traveling on one of Rob's guest passes for the trip, so I was flying
standby.  As I'd seen before, the regular passengers were invited to board,
but I had to sit and wait for my name to be called.  It looked like all the
passengers had boarded and I was still sitting there.  I began to sweat a
little.  Maybe all the seats were taken?  But eventually my name was
called, as Rob promised it would be, and I boarded the plane.

Rob had given me a copy of Alkasa's policies for traveling employees and
guests.  We were expected to dress appropriately, be polite, sit in
assigned seats, not cause any problems, obey instructions and exit the
plane without argument if asked to do so.  A traveling guest's behaviour
reflected on the employee, so I was extra careful to be obedient and
courteous.

I went through the same waiting procedure for my plane change in Seattle
and finally arrived in Vancouver at about seven in the evening.  I cleared
customs, retrieved my car and drove home to my empty apartment.

I called Rob, as promised, the moment I got in.  He said he was relieved
that I'd arrived home safely.

"I know how easy it is for accidents to happen," he said.

Then he made me tell him, in minute detail, about my trip, as only an
airline employee would.  But it didn't matter what we talked about.  It was
really about keeping each other on the phone.  Hearing each other's voices.
Staying connected.  Being close.

At Rob's suggestion we spent some time establishing a schedule of phone
calls for the coming week.  He said that rather than wondering who was
going to call whom and when--along with all the confusion and
misunderstandings that could bring--we should establish a rough plan.  It
made me realize how much the well being of our relationship was important
to Rob.  I was more convinced than ever that I had found myself a "keeper"
and I had been right to follow my heart.

But, I wasn't quite prepared for what I had to face the following
morning....

*****

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