Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2006 13:36:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Called RJ (2)

   Less than 24 hours after RJ had departed for home, I received his first
email. He enthused about the excitement of his flight, and how good it was
to back in his own room, and bed, after such a long absence. He went on
about the first reunion with his best buddy, another thirteen year old boy
that he had told me some about during one of our animated conversations,
and, as I read through his long missive, I had to smile, as his bubbly
writing was so reminiscent of his verbal communication style. He ended the
message by summing up that while he was happy to be home, he wished that I
was still just next door, and he implored me to reply soon, telling me that
he missed me already.

   To classify that last comment as mutual is to seriously understate the
issue, and, now that I had read, and re-read, his email, I missed him as
well, even more than I had prior to reading it. I closed my eyes, and the
vivid image of his grinning face loomed before me, and I could very nearly
hear his melodic, still slightly boyish, voice chirping out the sentences
he had typed. I sighed, then, clicked on the new message box in my email,
and tapped out a reply, telling him I was glad that his trip had been
enjoyable, and that he had arrived without incident. I commented on his
reuniting with his buddy, and his familiar surroundings, and echoed his
sentiment regarding missing him, and our times together during his visit. I
made some silly comment about how the pool somehow had lost a great deal of
its attraction since his departure, then, unable to resist, I got slightly
maudlin in ending, by agreeing with his wish that he, too, were right next
door to me, and I wondered when I might get to see him again. I sent the
message, then shut down the computer, moving to my recliner chair to
contemplate the degree to which this boy had captured me, and my heart and
mind.

   If I was to be totally honest with myself, I had to confront the fact
that my interest in the boy reached well beyond a desire to befriend him in
a mentor, or big brother kind of way, a matter of merely being "there" for
him, and to provide some gentle adult guidance when needed, or desired. I
did want to be all of that, definitely, especially given the sudden absence
of the father he had virtually grown up with, but the bitter, and slightly
twisted truth was that I wanted all of that, and more. The cold fact was
that I was also very much sexually attracted to RJ, right or wrong, and
worse, I had received more than ample, albeit subtle, signals from him
that, to some extent, he shared that interest as well. It was that element
that made our continued relationship highly volatile, to say the least, and
at the same time, it was the element that made me powerless to resist
maintaining contact with him. I rationalized that we were, after all, some
three thousand miles apart, and the extent of our relationship, if it might
be termed as such, was limited to email, and therefore relatively
benign. Amazing what one can justify to ones self when the desire to do so
is so very strong.

   And so, it continued, the email exchanges flowing both directions on a
near daily basis, as some weeks passed. RJ kept me up to date on the events
he experienced at school, and between the lines I sensed that he was
enjoying the experience for the most part, although he expressed some
intimidation in mixing with the sixteen, and seventeen year olds, a
situation not uncommon among high school freshmen who have, for the
preceding eight years of school mingled with other students of the same
age, and basic physical makeup, as themselves.

   Then, one day out of the blue, he sent me a brief email that turned out
to be the opening gambit that had culminated with me sitting on this
airplane circling Richmond, Virginia today. The message was short, and
direct, saying only,

   "Rob," "Email sorta sux, so meet me in IM at six o'clock tonight, Ok, I
get to be home alone for like maybe two hours, so we can actually "talk"
then. Can't wait!"  Love, RJ

   I stared at the message, reading it again, then, again. Was this
escalation a good thing, I wondered, as email provided the opportunity to
rethink a comment, or response, before actually sending it, where as IM was
much more spontaneous, and therefore dangerous, given the circumstances. I
thought about if a while, part of me throwing off caution alarms, while the
other part of me burned with desire to have a more real time chat with the
boy. In the final analysis, I extended my fingers over the keyboard, and
simply typed,

   "RJ, "I can't wait, either....see you there at six."  Love, Rob

   And I sent it, an action that for some reason made me painfully erect.

   Over the following few days, RJ and I spent every moment possible
jabbering away on IM, and, he was absolutely right, it was a medium far
superior to email. Our dialog grew increasingly personal, as we often
traded quips concealed behind humor, but dripping with gentle sexual
overtones, and I had brazenly progressed to all but plainly telling him how
much I was sexually attracted to him, and wanted him. Given his abject
brightness, and wit, I had little doubt that he clearly understood the gist
of my remarks, and one evening he moved the long running, thinly veiled,
discussion more clearly into focus as he typed,

   "Um...when I was out there...uh...You...uh...I think...sorta
like...looking...at me, huh...?"

   After pondering that briefly, I replied, typing,

   "Yup...guiltily...your fault though...cause you're just so darn cute..."

   Almost instantly came,

   "Ya think..?...not wut I mean, tho..."

   "I definitely do think, yes...but....what, then...?"

   A brief pause, then,

   "I mean...um...I think...you sorta like looking... at...at my
dick...where it's at, I mean...but its ok...I like it too..."

   My pulse had seriously increased, and I heard the pounding of my heart
inside my head, as I moved shaking hand to keyboard, and tried,

   "Really...you like looking at your dick...?"

   He responded quickly once again, saying.

   "No, lamo...lol...I mean I like....you...looking at me...there..."

   Knowing full well this was dangerous ground to be treading on, but
unable to stop myself, I responded,

   "Do you, now...well...I suppose I'm busted...and ok, I admit to a few
small glances...but...you are a long way off now...so...no more of
that...shame on me, too...just kind of couldn't help it...you know...?"

   "Wow...cool....I just knew it...jeez...wish I was still there now...oh
jeez...!"

   "What, RJ....dude...please...don't be mad at me for that...just...well,
all of you is so amazing, I guess I just...wondered...about that,
too...understand...?"

   A longer pause, as I sat there with light sweat breaking out on my
forehead, waiting for his reply. Finally,

   "Oh jeez, Rob...<blush>....jeez...now....oh man....I'm all hard right
now...that so rocks, I think...you wanna...see...me...my...wow...!"

   I inhaled deeply, my own erection suddenly poking against my shorts, as
I let his words sink in, scared shitless, and so very turned on, all at one
time. Finally, still not quite able to believe the words I kept re-reading,
I entered,

   "Really...well, RJ....I'm in pretty much the same condition actually,
and yes, I certainly do "wanna,"...but...well...we really shouldn't be
talking this way...as much as I love the idea...it's...well...you know..."

   "Oh man...please Rob...I want us to...I, like, think
about...that.... you and me...like...all the time...really....!"

   "Really....you do..?...well...oh, hell...ok, so it's all I can think
about too...since the first day I met you...and ever since you left...but
really, RJ...you're just young, and horny, I'm sure...and...this kind of
talk with you means real trouble for me...you understand that...?"

   "I know about that...but...if it's just you and me...and I never would
tell anybody...then...who could know about...it...?"

   "Me, is who...I would know...and, if....after....sometime later...you
decided that...it...wasn't really what you thought you wanted....well...it
could be bad for you, RJ...and that is something I never want...anything
that might hurt you...."

   A long pause followed, as I stared blankly at the screen, actually
holding my breath, and finally he typed,

   "You are, like, so the best.....really...!"

   My mind raced, trying to decide exactly what he meant by that comment,
at this point in the conversation, and before I reached any real
conclusion, he suddenly dropped it, and began entering a series of his
usual banter, changing the subject completely. I sighed, overflowing with
mixed emotions of relief, and utter disappointment, and tried to follow his
new line of conversation, keeping things light, until we had to disconnect,
arranging our next chat before we said goodnight. RJ exited the IM, and I
sagged back in my chair, my brain overloaded with the course of events that
had just occurred, and my penis rigid in my shorts. Clearly, my big head,
and the smaller one, were in conflict regarding my further pursuing this
line with RJ, and the truth was I desperately wanted to listen to them
both. I sighed, and shut down the computer, then, moved into my bedroom,
where I managed to temporarily ignore the bigger head, and surrender to the
smaller one, as I gave in to my recurring fantasies of RJ, once more.

   The following day around noon, following lunch, I opened my email, and
found a message from RJ. I clicked it open, and was surprised at its
length, then, settled back, and read it carefully. In summary, he had gone
back to the topic of us, he and I, and I suppose he had found it easier to
express himself in this format, rather than in the more "real time" IM. I
was amazed, and certainly thrilled, as I scanned his open admission of his
hidden desires, as he expressed his burning curiosity regarding sex, and,
more specifically, his repressed interest in other males. He went on about
he knew he was supposed to be interested in girls that way, but, found them
unfamiliar, and even scary, then, rambled a bit about how he was sometimes
tempted to initiate some kind of dialogue on the subject with his best
buddy, hoping that it might lead to some mutual exploration, but so far had
always chickened out. And then, he allowed, he had met me, and really liked
me, and, was just sure that he had caught me checking out his "stuff" on
more than one occasion when we had been together, and so now, having more
or less confirmed my interest in him "like that," via our IM chats, he was
sorry that he had missed his chance when he was in California.

   He went on longer, opening himself completely, as if suddenly finding
the courage to at last pour his heart out, having finally found a forum to
unburden himself of his pent up thoughts, and desires. In addition to
extolling his inner most thoughts, he was careful to assure me that he
fully understood the seriousness of his secrecy, should anything ever
actually occur between us, and had to smile when he deftly turned the table
on me by saying that he, too, never wanted to do anything that would be
hurtful to me. He closed, finally, and I could almost hear him sighing
deeply with the relief of clearing his mind as he had. I was stunned, and
elated, at once, and I must have read that message a half dozen times, in
particular the last sentence, that read simply,

   "If you could ever come here for like a visit, I'll find a way to get to
be with you, and nobody will ever know about it."

   And so, some ten days later, and several more IM sessions, here I sit,
as the aircraft once more slows, and begins to descend for landing. My
heart is in my throat, and my pulse races, and the pilot executes a perfect
touchdown, and reverses the thrusters, as the plane rapidly slows on the
runway, then, turns onto the taxiway, and rolls up to the Jetway, and
stops. My screaming nerves have absolutely nothing to do with the landing,
however, it is simply the knowledge that once I step off the airplane, I
will be in the same vicinity as RJ, once again, and this time, there is to
be no turning back from the brink that we both teeter on. I suck in a deep
breath, stand, and exit the aircraft, mixed feelings of lust, and
excitement coursing through me, right along with a palatable measure of
fear, and nervousness.

   After passing through the airport routine, and a cab ride to my hotel, I
checked in, then went up to my room to stow away my bag. The place was an
RJ suggestion, its location apparently being easily reachable for him, and
in addition, it was nice, modern, and well appointed. I glance at the king
sized bed in the center of the room, and my mind quickly flashes images of
RJ, and me, there, and I shudder, feeling a stirring deep in my balls. I
hookup my laptop, and log into email, and type out that I have arrived, and
my room number, and send if off to RJ, as planned. My finger hovers briefly
over the mouse button, as I ponder what I am doing one last time, then, I
press it, and the message quickly disappears into cyber space. I shudder
again, so tense, and excited, then pace the room, my ear cocked for the
small sound that will alert me of an inbound email from RJ.

   A few minutes later it arrives, and I rush to the computer, and click it
open, reading,

   "Coolness....wow....awesome....!!! Be there in the morning...like 10:00
am.....can't wait, too...!!!"

   Oh man, now I am suddenly actually shaking, and sweating slightly to
boot, as I take a minute to once again measure the enormity of this action,
and then force myself to stop thinking about it before I chicken out, and
rush right back to the airport, and out of here, while I still can. I sigh,
glancing at my watch, and doing a quick calculation of the hours between
now, and 10:00 am, then, head for the shower, and a change of clothes.

   I went to the hotel bar, and belted back a couple of much needed adult
beverages, then ate some dinner in the coffee shop, and went back to my
room. I tried to watch some television, but my mind would not stay focused,
and eventually I just turned in, willing myself to ignore the pulsing
erection at my groin, as visions of RJ swam through my mind. At some point,
I must have finally slept, and as I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see
bright sunlight creeping at the edges of the drapery. I reached for my
watch, and was surprised again at seeing that it well past eight o'clock
already. I rolled out of bed, and passed once more through the shower, then
dressed in some comfortable shorts, and a golf shirt, laced up my tennis
shoes, and went down for some coffee, and breakfast, noting as I went that
just over an hour remained until...RJ, and.....well, just....and...!

(To Be Continued)
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