Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2018 09:19:04 -0600 From: Proxy Story Subject: The First Taste of Bitters Chapter 17 The First Taste of Bitters Chapter 17 This story is fiction, written by an author over the age of 18. All names, places, descriptions, and events are purely fictional and any relation to any real person is purely coincidental. This work contains intimate acts between adult males and youths if that scenario offends you, please discontinue reading any further. Nifty is a wonderful resource and needs to be funded to continue. If you enjoyed the story, or any other stories, please donate to nifty so that we can all enjoy more stories in the future.... http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html -FOREVER- So, I was left in my house all by my lonesome. I have never felt more empty. I wanted to turn and see Chris, or Jeremy. I wanted someone to be there to keep me from hearing the empty space that was my house. I know that seems strange, but after the two loves of your life leave you and you have no control of when they will be back... it is depressing beyond belief. I noted to myself that I thought of the two loves. Then I became conflicted... I tried to rectify how I could be in love with two people at once. Then, I thought about Chris and then I thought about Jeremy and I realized these two boys have already figured it out. They had no pre-concived notion or pre-concived thought about "love can only be between one person and another." They didn't have societies hang ups yet. I immediatly wanted to slap myself and at the same time curse our lives as "ADULTS" Can love be as simple as two or three or four people sharing something as simple as... well, LOVE. Why have we allowed our society, our religion, to dictate that you can't love more than one person and the "act of love" can't be shared with more than one person. Maybe that is the root of all our wars. "MAN" has forced itself into a corner. I can't love more than one person and I can't act on my feelings unless society has told me it is acceptiable. All these thoughts were driving me crazy and then my phone rang. It was 11pm and at that time there was only two reasons for someone to call me. Someone was dying or somethting was beyond fucked up with work. I looked at the caller ID and saw it was Susan. I paused for a second and then answered. "Sue, what is going on and where do I need to be?" Sue was on the other end. "John, you know I love you more than my luggage, but you have stole my son." "What the hell are you saying?" "I'm trying to tell you that Chris is waking me up at 11pm at night and asking me for the phone becuase he wants to talk to you... but I know in reality he wants to be in bed with you." "Ummm" "There isn't an answer John. I'm not mad really, except ... I love you, but would you please come get my son so he can sleep with the man he loves." I was at their house in three point three seconds. I didn't even fully dress. I parked and ran through the front door to find Chris standing in the living room. I picked him up and we immediatly where in an embrace and then we kissed a kiss that only lovers share. As I carried him back to his room I looked as Susan and she smiled at me. As Chris and I laid down togehter in his bed he finally spoke, "I love you Uncle J and I can't ... I can't .... I... just need you." I couldn't help it. I started crying as I cuddled him into my arms. "I love you too Chris and I always will. I will always be here for you as long as you need me. I will always be here..........." -THE POSTSCRIPT- Chris and I continued for years to come. "Peas in a Pod" as they say. In ways I never thought possible it aslo brought me closer to both Susann and Mark. However; there is a point when you know things and the truth behind the phrase; love hurts finds its meaning in your being. I will also point out that Chris and Jeremey continued their relationship as did mine and Jeremey's, always slightly different but love in its own definition. Jeremey and Joey moved when Jeremey was 13 to a town about 200 miles away, but we always stayed in touch and there where times when we got together. About the time Chris turned 15 I realized he needed to grow beyond me. It was hard for me to swallow, but I knew it was time. It wasn't that he had grown beyond my sexual attraction...well maybe that was part of it, but not the full extent of my reasons. I made a conscious effort to pull away slightly and started to try and push him more and more to tell me about boys he had an attraction to in school. At first I don't think he caught on, but eventually he realized. "Uncle J' why don't you answer my phone calls on the first ring anyomore and why don't you want to have sex with me anymore? Actually, don't answer that. I know you think I have outgrown you and maybe I have, but... it isn't fair to you." "Baby, it might not be,but that is the way of things. I don't want to be a hinderance from you living your life. I'm old now and I just don't fit in your life like I used to." "That isn't true." He litterally hit me in the chest and started balling against my me. I could do nothing but hold him and let him swallow the truth I had know for at least a year. That night, we made love like the first time. I fucked him, he fucked me. We rode the waves of love beyond the shores of time, but in the end we both knew it was time to move our relationship on to something new. After that night we continued to be close and we continued to have sex from time to time. When he came to my house unanounced one day at the age of twenty-two holding hands with another beutiful young lad...I knew. "Uncle J' this is Ron." I reached out my front door and didn't bother with a hand shake I just hugged Ron and then invited them in. As we were talking and they went over their plans to get married at Ron's parent's beach house. Chris asked me to give him away and I was flattered to the point of tears. As I was dabbing my tears away, little Matthew came out of the back room. Matthew all of 10 years old, with an obvious bed head and post- orgasmic glow. Everyone in the room knew there wasn't anything to say. I smilled at Chris and Ron elbowed him with a head nod and his own smirk. Little Matthew looked confused and pulled at my arm and sat on my lap. Ron had the only thing to say, "Well, I guess we found our ring barrer." I didn't give Chris away alone. I insisted that Mark have his left side. Two Dad's holding the most perfect boy grown into a man I knew up to that point. When we went to hand off Chris he hugged Mark, but gave me an open mouth kiss that made half the room gasp, but at that moment it was what needed to be done. When Matthew carried the ring down and handed it to Chris, Chris leaned down to him and whispered something in his ear. I never did get that shared secret from either of them, but when Matthew came back to sit down he didn't sit next to me he sat on my lap and looked around the room and made a point to claim me as his. That is the way of things. Boy lovers have a responsibility for a short period of time to raise not Men, but Humans. To share love as long as it is needed and to be there as long as they need us. ****Everyone seemed to tire of this tale so I'll be moved on to my other co-developed story 77E of which the first chapter was already posted.*****