Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2005 02:58:45 +0000 From: Rebel 777 Subject: Blaine's New Life - Chapter 11 Blaine's New Life By Rebel Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between adult and teen males. If material of this nature offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. All of the other disclaimers from previous chapters apply. Thank you all very much for the encouragement. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to Rebel777@hotmail.com. I DO answer all emails. * * * * * * * Chapter 11 -- Boxboy Delivers (Part 1) Garret reached up on tiptoe and gave me another big kiss. When he pulled back, I saw that impish grin again and I wondered what he was gonna say. "How do you like having two little brothers Blaine?" then he turned and skipped down the front walkway. Dillon grinned and followed his buddy. "I like it just fine," I called to their retreating backsides as the loped off down the street in the easy gait that comes naturally to young boys. `Boy, do I ever enjoy looking at those nylon covered butts,' I thought as I closed the door on another very eventful day. As I walked back into the now empty house, the quiet seemed to close in on me. I hadn't noticed my isolation until having the boys and their dogs over for the day. I'd had a faint inkling that `something' was missing, but now I could put a finger on it. I had no one to come home to at the end of the day, and I was finding out just how much I missed it. `Maybe I'll look for a dog to keep me company,' I thought for a moment, `But then what do I do with him when I have to travel, sometimes for weeks? Oh well, I guess you're doomed to the isolation, Blaine.' I was starting to make myself depressed. I looked over to the big screen and remembered the tape I'd made of the boys. My cock also remembered, and was starting to rise in my shorts. I was grinning to myself as I walked to the kitchen and got myself another beer. `Oh well, remember the good times, ol' buddy,' I thought as I made myself comfortable, lay back on the couch, and slowly stroked my now marble hard cock. As I watched the boys frolicking around the pool from earlier in the day, I remembered the tape I'd made of Dillon yesterday. I went to the den and retrieved the tape, knowing I'd have a good evening after all. `Oohhh GAWD,' I thought as I forced one eye open and looked for the clock. As my blurry one eye slowly focused on the red numbers, I had to think hard to get the brain to recognize that it was 10:53, and just what that meant. When the numbers finally became a `real time' in my cotton-fogged mind, I was becoming acutely aware of the need for a morning piss. I dragged my aching body off the bed and staggered to the toilet. It felt sooo good to feel the relief... "AAhhhhh," I moaned. "Gawd, I need caffeine and nicotine," I said to myself looking around the bedroom for my pack of smokes. Not finding any, I knew where I could find more. After grabbing a new pack from the refrigerator (they stay fresher there in our warm climate), I reached over and flipped on the coffeemaker. "At least I remembered to set that up last night," I said to the cabinet over my head. Looking out the kitchen window, I slowly exhaled the first smoke of the day. The pool looked calm and inviting, but then I'd have to get up some energy. `Dillon!' The thought slammed into my head with the force of a freight train as I stood there smelling the aroma of the coffee brewing. The memory of waking up with that gorgeous body next to me during the night seemed to give me some peace from the dark thoughts of last night. The breakfast in bed delivered by this young man made me smile. `Yesterday was fantastic,' I thought as I reached for a mug and poured the strong caffeine. Adding the Equal and canned milk, I smiled at the playback of yesterday running through my gradually waking brain. In case you haven't figured it out, I am NOT a `morning person'. The ringing of the phone snapped me out of my reverie. Now, all I had to do was find the damn thing. I followed the unwelcome noise to the living room and found the offending demon wedged in the cushions of the chair. "Hello," I finally answered, expecting a call from work. "Ah, Blaine?" I didn't recognize the voice, but then again, I hadn't heard a lot. "Yeeaaahh, what can I do for you?" "Ah, hi Blaine... this is Jerry. You said to call Sunday..." I'm racking my brain trying to put a face to this obviously young voice, but not having much luck. "Uhhh, I must have woke you up -- I'm sorry. I'll call back another time." I still couldn't place the face and the name, but said, "No... wait... uuhhh, it was kind of a late night. Where did we meet, Jerry?" "I'm a boxboy over at Albertson's. You said that when I had the day off on Sunday to give you a call and maybe we could go for a ride in your `Vette." Suddenly, everything jelled and I remembered him. "Oh yes, the cute redhead," got out of my mouth before I could stop it. `Shit!' I thought, as there was dead silence on the line. "You really think I'm cute?" came the timid reply. "Yes, but I shouldn't have been so forward. I apologize," I told him, hoping to smooth over my fau paux. "That's ok," the same timid voice responded. "Yes Jerry, I'd love a ride. How soon do you want to meet?" "Well, ahh, I'm calling on my cell... I'm out in front of your house right now... if that's ok..." My mind was racing. After the great day yesterday, I definitely didn't want Jerry to slip through my fingers. "Well, come on up to the door -- I'll meet you there," I said frantically trying to work out the details of juggling my coffee mug, covering my naked body, and getting to the door, all at the same time. "Great! I'll see you in a minute," he answered, and then dead air on the phone. I tossed the phone on the couch and reached for the nylon shorts I'd taken off last night before my great jack-off session. I heard the door chimes as I pulled the shorts over my hips. Taking another gulp of coffee, I set the mug on the table and headed to the door. Standing in front of me in the open doorway with the bright sun enflaming his red hair was the gorgeous boxboy from my shopping spree last Thursday. "Come on in," I said, stepping back to allow him entry. As Jerry stepped across the threshold past me, I could see a lot more of his nice body than was showing off in his uniform last week. He was wearing a pair of very faded, very worn cut-offs that were a couple of sizes too small on his wiry frame. His shoulders were covered with a cut-off Raiders t-shirt, with the ever-present sneakers on his feet. His butt was almost popping out of the worn spots on his ass. "Wow, this is a really nice place, Blaine," Jerry said, looking around my cluttered living room. I hadn't realized until then just how much of a mess I'd left from yesterday, especially all of the empties around the couch. "Ahh, sorry about the mess... Like I said, it was a late night," I muttered as kind of an apology. "Can I get you something to drink?" I asked, watching him as he turned and faced me. "Damn, how did you get that? A box fall on you at work?" I said, pointing at his black eye. "Oh... uuhh... no, just me and my stepfather got into it Friday night when he came home drunk again. That coffee smells good, if you've got another cup..." he replied, still looking around and changing the subject. "Sure, come on," I replied, leading us toward the kitchen and taking down another mug. "You take anything in it?" I asked as I poured another cup. "Nah, just black," Jerry said as he leaned over the bar/counter, watching me as I moved around the kitchen. `This kid is sizing me up,' I realized as I handed him his coffee and his eyes snapped back to my face, blushing at being caught. I set the coffee on the counter and moved around it to head back to the living room and my hot cup. Jerry followed my in and stood, seemingly mesmerized by the home theater system. "Like it?" I asked as I retrieved my coffee and sat in the recliner, watching with amusement as his eyes roamed over the electronic gear. "Have a seat," I told him, knocking him out of his trance. "Oh... yeah..." he responded and moved to sit on the couch facing me. As he sat, I got a good look at his package. `There's no way he's got anything on under those,' I mused as his beautiful bronzed legs stretched out in front of him. I noticed his belly was also tanned, which really kina surprised me, since redheads are notorious for burning. "Jerry, how did you get such a great tan? I thought redheads only burned," I asked him, openly admiring his body. He looked down and slid his hand up under his short shirt, raising it above his quarter-sized nipples. "It just takes us a lot longer and we have to use plenty of sunscreen. I'm on the swim team at school, so I spend a lot of time at the pool. If I'm out in the sun unprotected for more than about 15 minutes, I get as red as a lobster," he said and took another drink of his coffee, watching me over the rim with his engaging, hazel eyes. "I'm glad the Corvette is a coupe then; that way you won't get burned." I saw his shoulders sag a little, so I asked, "Is that a problem?" "Nah, I just forgot that they made the coupes. I was expecting a convertible, that's all." "Well, they did make convertibles, but the coupes are worth more; they're a lot rarer," I said, watching him over the top of my cup. Jerry spread his legs wide, and I could see that he had threadbare spots between his legs, and I could swear that I saw one of his balls trying to poke out. `The little shit is playing tease, huh,' I thought. `Well, two can play at this game,' and I spread my legs apart, knowing that my loose shorts would let him see my semi-hard-on and my low-hangers. It didn't take long before the desired result was visible in those tight cut-offs, but he had a problem; there was nowhere for the erection to go, and I enjoyed the sight of him squirming on the couch, trying to find a more comfortable position. `He wants to play games, so maybe it's about time for me to try out my newfound skills,' so I set down my coffee mug and moved to the couch, sitting next to him. As Jerry set down his coffee, I slid my hand into his confined crotch, cupping his entire package. "Uuugggghhhh," he moaned, laid his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. I moved my hand up to the waistline and found a well-worn buttonhole just barely holding on. A quick flick of my finger, and the button popped and the zipper eased its way down of its own accord. "Ahhhh," he sighed as his ample cut cock poked out of the confining shorts. "Damn, that feels better," Jerry whispered at the release of his pride and joy. I could see a small pubic bush just behind the head that was just as fiery as the hair on his head. I could see about 4" sticking out of his pants, but there was no telling how much more was covered. I slid my hand over and wrapped my fingers around the hot boy dick, feeling the firmness throb. "Oh yeah, Blaine, that's great," Jerry sighed as I slowly stroked up and down what shaft I could touch. `Well, so far, so good,' I thought, so I reached over with my other hand and started pushing his shorts down. Jerry raised his hips off the couch, allowing me access, so I took both hands and grabbed the hem of his shorts, pulling them down and off his slim legs. When I went back to his throbbing cock, I saw that he was about 6 ½" pulled up close to his belly with two completely hairless balls hanging down in an extended sack. "Aaaaahhhhhhh," Jerry sighed as I started to fondle his set of his own low-hangers, moving them about in the loose skin of his sack and pulling them up to expose his crack underneath. I could feel his balls moving on their own as I rolled them in my fingertips. "Oh god Blaine, that feels so good. I knew you wanted me when I saw you looking at the store. I just knew it was gonna be great," he said, surprising me with his directness. I slipped my middle finger between his cheeks and could feel the warm pucker of his asshole, but again, absolutely hairless. "Uuuuuggghhhhhhh," escaped his lips as I started to massage his hole. I wanted to see those pert little nipples again, so I eased my free hand under his shirt and pushed it up. Jerry got the hint and pulled it over his head, exposing his hairless armpits, showing me that I was right in assuming that he shaved his body for the swim team. But one thing did have me curious. "Jerry, I see that you have shaved your body for the swim team, but why did you leave the patch around your cock?" I asked him. He looked at me, blushing a little, and replied, "Cause I didn't wanna be completely bald in PE class with the other guys. I get ribbed enough cause I shave; can you imagine what they'd say if I didn't have any hair at all?" Chuckling, I said, "Yeah, I can see your point. Peer pressure can be brutal in high school. Are these other bruises from your step dad too?" "Yeah, he gets drunk and was always hitting my mom and me, but since I've grown up, I can keep him away from her most of the time," he told me. I could see a tear forming in his eye, so I stroked him a couple more times to get his mind off of his home life. "That's nice," he whispered as he relaxed back into the cushions. I remembered how great it felt to have Dillon sucking on my nipples, so I leaned forward and licked my tongue over his right nip, bringing it almost instantly erect. "Oh shit!" Jerry exclaimed as he jerked back from me. "What's the matter? A little sensitive are we?" I chided as I moved back to his right nipple and clamped my lips over it. He was making murmuring noises deep in his throat as I tried using my tongue on his nipple as I sucked with my mouth. His hands flew to my head and held me tight to his breast as he sighed a long, guttural moan. I brought my hand up to this nipple as I let the suction go and moved my mouth across his chest, immediately sucking it in hard and starting the tongue action again. "Oh god Blaine, where did you learn that? I didn't know my nipples could feel like that," he breathed out as he clutched desperately at my hand and my head. I again stroked my finger in and out of his crack, passing my fingertip over the puckered little hole. He had enough sweat built up that I was sliding rather freely and felt him open up a little. As I kept pressure on his nipples, I pressed a little with my finger and felt the tip slip inside. "Ohhhhhh... Fuuuucccckkkkk," Jerry moaned as I started finger fucking him and rolling his nip in my other hand. I bit down slightly and slid my teeth back and forth, eliciting another series of moans from Jerry. As I continued working over his chest, I looked up to see Jerry's face with an expression of combined lust and pleasure, so I started fucking more of my finger deeper inside him. I finally got my finger embedded fully and started to curl my finger, looking for his prostate. I felt something hard inside, and knew I had the right spot when Jerry tensed suddenly. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," he said in my ear as I repeatedly strummed my finger. Suddenly, his body went rigid beneath me and he held me hard against his chest. In the next instant, I felt something hot and liquid hit my chest where I leaned over his body. I knew he was cumming so I started working overtime in his ass and on his tits. "GODDD DAMMMMNNNN!!! Oh fuck, oh shit... Damn, damn, shit," he screamed. I took pity on the poor kid and held myself still, not moving my finger or my teeth, but letting him enjoy and savor the feelings deep inside his trembling body. As his body started to relax and ease back onto the couch, I released his nipples and lifted up from his heaving chest. I looked down at both our bellies and was amazed at the amount of boy cum all over the two of us. `Damn, this boy can shoot!' I thought as I watched his breathing slow and his pumping heart quit pushing his chest out. I just couldn't resist the temptation and wiggled my finger a couple of times across his over-stimulated prostate. "Oh god, stop... no more Blaine," he managed to growl out at me. I slid my finger out from between his cheeks and got up to go to the bathroom and clean up. After I washed Jerry's cum off of my chest and stomach, I was expecting to see Jerry come through the door. Since he didn't appear, I soaked a washcloth in warm water and went back to the couch. Jerry hadn't moved a muscle from when I left him. As I looked down at him, taking in his `limp dishrag' appearance, he grinned up at me. "Damn, that was wild! I have never cum without stroking my cock before. I'd read about it on the Internet, but I never could do it without grabbing it first. Whew, that has to be the best cum I have EVER had. I sure did make a big mess though," he chuckled as he looked down his chest, running his fingers through the gunk. I handed him the warm washcloth. "Thanks man," he said looking up from the couch. As Jerry wiped up the mess, I looked his naked body over more thoroughly. Jeeze, he had several old and fading bruises on his chest and shoulders, and as he got up from the couch, I saw a couple more on his back. I really felt bad for him; how could any man inflict this kind of damage on such a wonderful body. As I was taking stock of Jerry, I suddenly became aware of the stark contrast between his alabaster white ass cheeks and the rest of his body. It was obvious that he didn't tan in the nude. "Ah, Blaine, can I take a shower? I feel real yucky." "Sure, come on," and led him back to my bedroom. As we entered, he stopped dead in his tracks and stared around the room. "All of this is just your bedroom?" he asked. "My whole house would fit in here." I thought he was just talking, but then I saw the look on his face and resolved to find out more about his living situation. "Yeah, but it's just a place to sleep. Come on, the shower's in here," and led him into the bathroom. Again, he could only stare at the tub and look around at the furnishings. I started the water in the double sized shower then stepped back to let him enter. He looked so cute standing under the spray, I slipped my shorts down and stepped in with him. Jerry looked up at me, smiled, handed me the soap bar, then turned around as if asking me to wash his back. As I slid my hands down his back to his pert little butt cheeks, I started comparing his ass to those of Dillon and Garret from yesterday's antics. Where Garret had a cute little bubble butt that you could hold in each hand like grapefruit, Dillon's was firmer and larger, losing some of that bubble butt feature to the firmness of maturing, having firmly started a growth spurt of puberty. Jerry's body was showing the Adonis quality of the young adolescent, and the hard, sinewy muscles of daily work, both from his job and from swim practice. Three different bodies in three different stages of youthful development, and I'd had the fun and excitement of exploring all three this weekend. I slid the soap bar into the crack of his ass, working up a bit more lather, then worked my way down his shapely legs, feeling the taut skin over the muscles. As I stood up, Jerry turned around and took the soap from my hand. He started rubbing it over my chest and stomach, working up lather as he moved. He then set the soap back on the ledge and proceeded to wash his hands all over my chest. His hands touched my nipples, which immediately came erect, and my mind flashed back to Dillon's ministrations yesterday. "Ohhhh yeeaahhh," I moaned to Jerry and saw his smile in return. "I like your chest Blaine, and this little bit of hair here is nice," Jerry said as he played between my pecs. I'm not hairy all over, but I do have some in the middle of my chest, and a treasure trail from my navel on down. Jerry tenderly moved his hands all over my chest and belly, gradually working lower to my very hard cock. I looked down and saw that he was just as hard, so I reached out and tenderly fondled his cock and balls. We silently stroked each other for several minutes, both of us lost in the feelings of the moment. As much as I was enjoying the feelings Jerry was fostering from deep within my being, my cock was getting sore as he slowly stroked it back and forth. My mind drifted back to the night before and the long evening of watching the tapes of Garret and Dillon, and of Dillon alone, and the almost continual jack off session while I was drinking more beers, feeling sorry for myself. I couldn't remember how many times I'd shot a load, but I did remember that the last time was a long time cumming, and I didn't have much of a discharge, just some oozing at the moment of climax. It was about then that I stumbled off to bed. "Jerry, you gotta stop. I'm just too sore -- I guess I overdid it too much last night," I told him with a lopsided grin. "Yeah, it looked like you had a pretty good party here last night from the looks of your living room," he chatted up as he turned under the spray, rinsing himself off. "Nah, just me feeling sorry for myself, drinking too much and jacking off too many times," I commented as I rinsed off too. "Hehe, I didn't know there was any such thing as `too much jacking off'," he giggled as he looked at my very red cockhead. About all I could do was glare at him as we reached for towels and dried ourselves. As I watched this gorgeous young man directly and in the mirrors around the room, my stomach rumbled, reminding me that I hadn't eaten yet today. "What do you say that we take the `Vette and go get something to eat? I haven't even had breakfast yet," I asked Jerry. Jerry grinned back at me in the mirror and said, "Sure. Do I get ta drive?" That really surprised me; I just hadn't thought about it, but as I thought about it, I decided that `what the heck, I'd be right there,' so I told him, "I don't see why not. I'll drive to the restaurant and then we'll head up the Interstate toward Tahoe and you can drive then. Is that ok?" I watched as the infectious grin spread across his face and he hurried out of the bathroom. I stepped into the bedroom get some clean clothes, expecting to see Jerry there, but he was nowhere around. Then I heard a car door slam, so I looked out the window to see Jerry, wearing only those worn cut-offs, loping back toward the house with a small gym bag in his hand. I looked over to the car he had just left and saw that it was an old Ford Tempo, but despite its age, it looked to be in good shape and looked like it had been taken care of. I heard the front door slam, and a few seconds later Jerry appeared in the doorway, not even breathing hard from his exertion. "I went out to the car and got my other clothes. I kinda figured I'd better wear something beside these since we're going out to eat," he smirked at me as he tossed the bag on the bed. `That little shit! He was teasing me all the time with those clothes and what he was doing,' it finally dawned on me as I sat on the bed, pulling on clean socks. "You planned all this!" I accused him, "What made you think we'd be doing anything?" Jerry's head snapped up and I saw the color drain from his face. Obviously, I had spoken too harshly; now he thinks I'm mad at him. "I'm sorry Jerry, I didn't mean for that to come out so harsh. I'm not mad, just kinda surprised, that's all." I watched a very quick metamorphosis and a sly smile overtook his scared expression. "Well, I noticed you giving me the eye in the store the other day; that's why I made sure to carry your groceries out. Then when you couldn't keep your eyes off my ass as I loaded your car, I was pretty sure you might be interested. Then when you offered me the ride and the afternoon swim, I ... ah ... well, I thought that maybe you might... a ... maybe..." "Pay you something?" I said, completing his statement, after I picked up on where he was going. Jerry looked down at his feet and only nodded to my question. As I watched, he started shaking. I stepped around the bed and took him in my arms. He cried quietly into my shoulder for a few minutes, then he looked up at me with his tear-stained face. "I'm sorry Blaine; I've never done anything like this before. I've heard some of the guys at my school talking about selling themselves down by the capitol, and I just thought... well, never mind, I'll just go if you want me to," he confessed, never breaking eye contact. I eased us both down to sitting on the bed, with my mind racing a mile-a-minute. I really did like this boy, I just wasn't too sure about this latest twist. "No, I don't want you to leave, but I do need something to eat. Let's go to the restaurant and you can tell me all about it, ok?" "Ok," he said, and I watched a beautiful grin showing nice teeth spread across his face. He reached over for the discarded towel and wiped his face. Then to my amazement, he started rooting around in his gym bag, pulling out clean clothes. All I could do was shake my head at the marvelous resilience of youth as the hyper young man returned. I walked back around the bed and slipped on a pair of walking shorts, knowing that the outside weather was warm and the Corvette could get quite hot on a long drive. Jerry put on longer, looser shorts and pulled a collared pullover over his head. He grabbed some toiletries from his bag and headed back to the bathroom. Just as I finished dressing and putting my things in my pockets, Jerry came out of the bathroom sporting freshly gelled hair, and looking every bit the gorgeous teenager that he was. We moved out the door and down the hallway toward the front door. I decided to take `the long way around' to get to the garage; I wanted to take a closer look at his car. I set the alarm as we exited and headed across the lawn. "This is nice Jerry; you've taken good care of your car," I told him as he beamed proudly. I walked around the old car and saw that he had it clean and waxed, and there was none of the usual `bolt-ons' like so many kids seemed to want on their cars. There wasn't the usual spoiler stuck on the trunk lid, the wheels weren't the usual low profile tires on glitzy wheels, but appeared to be the original steel mags with good tread on the tires. I looked into the back seat and was surprised to see it clean and neat. Most kids usually have the rear of their cars filled with the potpourri of teenage life ranging from old hamburger wrappers to huge speakers for an oversized sound system. As I got into the driver's seat, the inside even smelled nice. I spotted the dolphin air freshener hanging from the mirror and thought, `this boy doesn't have a lot, but what he has, he takes pride in and takes good care of it.' I was curious then and pulled the hood release to take a look. As I got out of the car, Jerry had already moved to the front and was lifting the hood. Rather than the usual greasy blob under the hood, I saw an immaculate engine and an orderly, well-arranged engine compartment. "Wow Jerry, you could eat off of that engine," I told him and his grin got bigger. I could almost see his chest bulge with pride. "You've spent a lot of time on your car, and it shows. More people need to take more interest under the hood; their cars would last longer and perform better." "Yeah they would. Like my shop teacher says, `if you don't take good care of your car, it's not gonna take care of you.' I have to drive into work from school everyday, and I need my wheels," he told me, the pride evident in his voice. "You bought it yourself?" I asked him. "Yeah, I had a bicycle for two years while I went around the neighborhood doing odd jobs for people, mowing lawns, cleaning gutters, whatever people needed. I saved all the money I could and finally was able to buy this car from a family I worked for. I paid them what I had and worked out a plan to pay them the rest over the next year. Even though I didn't have a driver's license yet, Mr. Harris, the owner, took the car to the school shop for me, and all during the year, my class and the teacher helped me fix everything on the car. When I turned 16 last summer, my mom signed for my license, and she titled the car in her name, since I'm not old enough to own anything. Last Christmas, she gave me the new stereo, and some friends got together and got me the speakers and amp." I watched, fascinated, as he explained about the three years of hard work that had gone into this finished product. I wanted to know more about this young man who moments before had been writhing about on my couch, shooting more cum than I had ever seen, as I played with his beautiful, young body. I just had to find out why he felt he needed to `sell himself' to me. "You've done a very good job Jerry, and I like the way you're taking care of your car. Let's go get something eat," I said as I gently closed the hood. It would have been sacrilege for me to slam it down as most people do. Jerry was quiet as we moved up the driveway and I used the outside key lock to open the overhead garage door. I could see his eyes brighten as the vintage automobile came into view. "Wow," he said quietly as he moved up the side of the car toward the passenger door, gently stroking the fender and hood as he moved. He caressed the top of the inset door as he looked over the rear of the car, and I could see the twinkle in his eye of the person who really appreciates fines craftsmanship. "Get in, let's go eat," I told him snapping him back to the present. He grinned sheepishly at me and reached for the door handle. Unlike Dillon, Jerry was familiar with the seatbelt locks and got himself buckled in as I started the powerful engine. As the deep-throated roar settled into a resonant purr inside the garage, I buckled my belt and smiled to myself as I saw Jerry touching the leather on the door panel, the grab bar on the dash, and run his fingertips over the controls mounted on the center console. I eased the clutch out and we rolled down the driveway as I punched the button on the garage door opener and watched it close in the rearview mirror. The traffic was light and I eased our way onto the main road connected to the subdivision. I couldn't resist the impulse, so I floored the powerful engine, going through the gears just as I had previously with Dillon. I glanced over to Jerry and saw that he was smiling from ear to ear. I let the speed back off, and we cruised down the roadway toward the edge of town and the connecting Interstate highway. There is a small, family owned restaurant out toward the highway that I like to frequent whenever I'm in town. The place is really pretty good sized, having been added on to over the years. It's called Scobey's, after the family name, and I've learned over the time I've been coming here that the grandfather started the restaurant back in the late 40's, settling here after WWII. Their biggest claim to fame is that they are NOT part of some national chain where the food tastes like cardboard, and that they will make almost anything on their menu anytime they're open, so I knew I could still get a wonderful omelet for breakfast, even though it was early afternoon. We pulled into the half-full parking lot and I spotted a car leaving that was near the front door. We parked and got out amid the usual stares from other people in the lot. Jerry seemed to take it all in stride as we approached the front doors. After we were seated and had placed our orders, I turned to Jerry and said, "Jerry, I know that you're an awfully nice young man, and that you obviously take good care of your possessions. I've seen how well you take care of that beautiful body of yours too," and watched him blush furiously at the compliments. "But what I don't understand was why you felt that you wanted to sell yourself to me." Having dropped my bombshell, I just sat there, patiently waiting, watching him squirm under the scrutiny. After a few false starts, he finally gulped a drink of orange juice, and leaned back in his chair. "I've seen you come into the store a few times, and I thought you were hot. Then that day when you drove up in your T-Bird, I decided to take a chance and try to meet you. Then when I saw that you seemed interested too, I knew I needed to bag your groceries and maybe get a chance to set something up for later. See, I live over on the west side, down by the river in one of the `old town' subdivisions." I knew the area he was talking about from when Cindy and I were house hunting. It wasn't a slum, by any means, but it is considered by many of the snobs around town to be "the other side of the tracks." "I go to Wilson High School and there are a lot of kids there from all over. Some of the other jocks in the locker room have been talking about how they make extra cash by selling it down by the State Capital Building. According to them, they get paid $20 -- $40 for a quick blowjob in the back of a car, and they can make a hundred bucks a night for doing what we all do for each other anyway. So... ah... when I saw you pull in and park in that fancy car, I knew what kind of neighborhood we were in -- that's why I wanted to work there. But, anyway, I figured you... aah... well, maybe you might like... maybe wanna do something, and I could pick up a few bucks. I just never expected you to be so nice," he all but whispered, looking down at his hands. "And what do you think about me now?" I asked him. He looked back at me and I saw a lot of mixed emotions running through his head. "I think you're an awfully nice guy with a big dick, who got me off without ever touching my cock. Somebody who I think is very lonely and someone who I would like to be better friends with. I'm sorry I ever thought about maybe asking you for money. I've never done anything like that before... I mean, I've never had sex for money. I'm sorry Blaine, I really am. I really would have liked to be friends, but I guess I blew it." It took me about 10 seconds to size up the situation and make up my mind about this boy. I reached over and placed my hand on his bare knee under the table. He raised his head and looked at me, and I could see his eyes brimming with unshed tears. This innocent kid was so filled with shame, I had to say something to relieve his pain. "Jerry, you're a very nice young man, and someone I would be proud to have as a friend." I saw his demeanor perk up as I spoke. "I also wanna suck that gorgeous, hard dick of yours until it's dry and can't shoot anymore." This brought on a smile and another blush. "I'll pay you for it if you want, but I don't think you're that kind of person. I would much rather just be good friends see where things went from there." Jerry bounded out of his chair, and in a flash, had his arms wrapped my neck in a tight hug. I looked around and could see that we had become the center of attention. "Ah... Jerry... you need to sit back down... please," I whispered in his ear. Jerry looked around, taking stock of where we were, and then he stood up, blushing furiously, and returned to his seat. At that moment, the waitress came to the table with our breakfasts and set them on the table. "Your son got very excited, Blaine. What did you do, give him a new car or something?" Kelly asked with a wink and a grin. I had to think fast, or this was gonna get around the entire family and I'd never hear the end of it. "No Kelly, not quite. I just told him that he could drive the `Vette back home," I made up on the spot. "Hell Blaine, to drive that car, besides a hug, I'd give you a big kiss too!" she followed up with, making ME start to blush. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not gonna smush all over ya," she said, sashaying back toward the kitchen, which brought a giggle from Jerry and teetering from several other tables. We ate in silence for the next little bit until Jerry asked me, "Did you mean what you said?" I thought he was asking about driving the car, so I answered, "Sure, I trust you. You can drive when we leave here." "No, I was asking about the other thing... about being friends," he said. "Yes, I meant every word. I really would like to have you as a friend... and the other part too," and I grinned at him. "Why, don't you think an `old guy' like me can have friends your age?" "It's not that; I kinda thought that you wouldn't want me around after all the stuff I told you," he responded. "Jerry, your `fessing up to what you were feeling, and what your motives were is precisely why I want to be friends," I said. "Well... that and... aahh..." "You wanna poke my butt," he leaned over and whispered. I'm sure my surprise showed all over my face because he then said, "That's ok, I wanna have you there too." Then he leaned back and worked on his breakfast. This boy never ceases to amaze me. He's extremely resourceful and responsible, as demonstrated by his car, then on the other hand, he's a sexy little vixen that makes my dick hard as a rock. And underlying all of his behavior is the fact that he really is a nice person. We finished our meal with more small talk, and when I paid the bill, I was sure to leave a better than average tip for Kelly. After all, she diffused a tense situation, and we all had a chuckle. As we walked out of the front doors, I tossed the keys to Jerry and watched his eyes get as big as saucers. Then his grin overtook the rest of him and he raced to the driver's side, waiting for me to catch up. After we were both buckled in, Jerry reached to the ignition and fired up the grand old lady. As we sat there letting her warm up a bit, Jerry's grin grew to epic proportions. Since I was sitting in his car earlier back at my place and saw that it was a standard transmission also, I was sure he'd have no trouble with the `Vette. Despite a lot of general public misinformation, the Corvette, in its stock form from Chevrolet, is very forgiving and easy to drive. It's only when the hot rodders get hold of it does the Corvette become harsh and unyielding. Jerry swiveled his head around so much watching for possible obstructions, I thought his head was gonna continue all the way around. He easily backed out of the parking space, put it in first, and headed for the exit to the main road. Interstate 80 headed east to Lake Tahoe is only about four blocks away, so that's where we were headed so Jerry could enjoy opening up the throttle a little. He had shifted fine going through traffic, but as we approached the entry ramp, he seemed to get more apprehensive and nervous. It finally dawned on me what was making him so nervous; he wanted to open it up, but was unsure of how to ask me. I leaned over and whispered, "Don't worry about it, she can take it. Go ahead and stomp on it after you turn on to the ramp. Just be sure you check for merging traffic, and of course, you have to watch for the cops." He looked over to me and I gave him a thumbs up, which brought out another wonderful smile. He swung onto the ramp with a red light holding the opposing traffic, so we had an open road all the way down the long entry ramp. I noticed the intense concentration on Jerry's face and the white-knuckled grip he had on the wheel. "Jerry, pull off to the side a minute, ok?" He looked over at me with concern on his face, but he did as I asked without question. "Look, just relax guy," I softly said, "You're grabbing the wheel much too tight. This car is easy to drive, but if you make any real quick movements, we could really have problems. Just lightly grip the wheel like you do in your own car, accelerate as fast as you feel comfortable with, and be sure to make all of your steering movements slow and easy. It won't take much and you'll feel as comfortable here as in your own car." He visibly relaxed and released the wheel, shaking out his fingers. As I saw a couple of cars pass us entering the highway, I asked, "Well, you ready?" Jerry nodded and looked all around before signaling and skillfully drove down the ramp, accelerating easily, and shifting gears when needed. Since he was still accelerating in third, I mentioned, "Uuh Jerry? You might want to look at the speedometer," which I was sure was over 100 miles per hour. "HOLY SHIT!!!" he exclaimed and backed his foot out of the throttle. He shifted into fourth and we had slowed to a more reasonable speed that I estimated as about 70. "Sorry Blaine, I didn't realize..." "Hehehehe, I know you didn't Jerry. I just kinda figured that you didn't need a ticket," I told him. Our friendly banter continued as we both relaxed into the drive up the mountains toward the infamous Donner Pass. At one point, I glanced down at Jerry's crotch, and I was sure he was hard. I had been in that condition myself on several occasions, so I was sure he was too. The phenomenon of the road vibrations coupled with the constant hum from the massive engine seems to combine to send a pulsing throb through your butt as you sit in the leather seats. I reached over and gave his hard-on a nice squeeze. Jerry looked over and smiled. "That feels nice Blaine; I don't know where that came from." "Don't worry about it, it happens all the time from the vibrations you feel in your ass from the car," I assured him. Knowing he didn't have any undies on made my groping of his boner all the more fun. "You keep that up and you're gonna have a mess to clean off the seats," he told me, chuckling. I pulled my hand back and behaved myself -- for a little while. This kid had turned me on quite a bit, and I was anxious to see where it might lead. "Let's take the next exit and turn around and head back to my place," I suggested with a definite leer in my voice. "You're just a dirty old man aren't ya," Jerry smirked, "You just wanna get into my butt, I know..." "Yup, that's it; dirty old man Blaine," I clucked as we both looked for the next exit. To Be Continued...