Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2000 14:14:17 EDT From: VicHowel@aol.com Subject: The Learning Season, Chapter 4 THE LEARNING SEASON - chapter 4 - by David MacMillan Here's July's fix. It's a bit sparse, I agree - but we did need to get a feel of things going on in Rich's head before we went on. For any of you who just have to have a major dose of my writing (yeah - right!), I did give you a double dose of Confessions of a Vampire in Scifi/fantasy - chapters 3 AND 4. Then too there's chapter 7 of Gut Feelings and chapter 2 of Learning To Fly that should be posted tomorrow. And chapter 28 of Growing Up Sexual is posted already. So, enjoy. For the Yanks among you, Happy 4th of July. Dave MacMillan Rich Dailey was awake as the night sky beyond the bedroom window slowly began to turn into day. He felt better than he could remember feeling as he lay on the bed next to the man who, only yesterday, had just been his best friend's father. He chuckled at that to himself in the gathering dawn. Vic Marshall was a hell of a lot more than that now. In a night that began with fear and tension and ended with a stupor from more releases than he thought a guy could have, Rich'd become Vic's lover and forgotten most of his worries. And Richard Dailey for one was willing to bet Vic was a pretty damned good lover too, though he wasn't planning on doing any comparison shopping any time soon. Although it had to be more than just their coupling. He wagged his head at the word. All right, fucking was a better description of what they'd done. Or him getting porked. Drilled even. Whatever. There had to be more than just their sex to leave him feeling like he'd been feeling since that first time - spent with Vic rolled off him, his cock so soft it slipped out of his ass by itself. It was Vic Marshall himself that had made it so - right. The life force that was the man. Rich smiled as he accepted the knowledge and the foundations that supported it. He'd been dreaming of having Vic Marshall make love to him since - well, whenever it'd started being sexual, it was a long time ago. But Vic had been there affecting him since the first time they'd met - and that was forever. Only, he hadn't understood it then. And, even when he was beginning to understand what sex was all about, he sure wasn't about to admit to himself Vic Marshall affected him that way. Not with the queer-baiting that went on in school. Not coupled with what Ruby having Christie had meant for his social life. Not with how Dave felt about queers. It had definitely been safer to think of Vic Marshall as a stand-in dad and use him as a jerk-off fantasy. Only, all that shit didn't matter - not any more. He trusted Vic Marshall. And he loved him. Those were the things had made last night so damned good. Rich Dailey wasn't exactly sure how he knew that, but he knew it nonetheless. And accepted it. It still amazed him what a hard cock up a guy's ass could do for him though. It sure as hell got a guy to grab for his cock and forget his troubles - real fast. Jesus! Rich could afford to laugh at his old fears now. So what if he was as queer as a three dollar bill? That was just another word--a silly damned label. He could handle that now there wasn't a gang of guys to hoot at him anytime he walked down a hallway at school. Or assholes deciding to beat him up. Or rape him because he was queer and liked dick. But getting Vic's cock up his ass? It'd hurt at first - but only until he got used to it being there, his body learning to accommodate it. After that, it was all heaven itself. He couldn't imagine any guy not wanting what he'd felt with Vic ploughing his ass. Girls sure as hell could understand. He sat up carefully and, turning toward the weight beside him, gazed down at Vic Marshall sleeping beside him. He really is good looking, Rich told himself. And, unlike most guys his age; he's in good shape. Damn good shape in fact. The way Rich saw it as the sky lightened beyond the window, any gay boy ought to be proud as hell to have this man seen with him in public - and in his bed sending him to heaven at night. Or any other time, for that matter. He pushed the sheet gently down over Vic's body, looking at all of him. The man was in good shape all right - whether twenty-four or forty-four. But the stationary bicycle Vic gave an hour to every day explained that. Or most of it. He kept himself in shape. There were all those salads and vegetables he remembered too. In fact, it'd been at Vic Marshall's table he'd seen his first fresh vegetable - unless the occasional head of iceberg lettuce counted. And all the damned fruit Dave was so used to instead of candy when they were growing up. So, Vic Marshall ate right on top of exercising. None of that explained what had gotten into him last night and kept him half out of his mind with - well, desire. And it didn't explain all those fantasies he'd had down through the years. So, it had to be more than just Vic Marshall's body. It also had to be more than just sex alone too. After all, he'd managed to get through school without swinging on anybody's cock. Which led him right back to trust and love. His eyes trailed down the sleeping man's body more carefully, searching for something that would stand out, that would set him off again as it had the night before. "That damn thing!" he grunted softly to himself as he stared at Vic's flaccid cock nestled in its bed of brown pubic hair. He felt the desire creeping over him and, grinning, accepted it, giving it its freedom. Gingerly, he took it between his fingers and pulled the skin that half-covered its head back onto its shaft. He smiled as Vic's cock began to grow slowly at his touch. "It's fucking amazing what this little piece of meat can do," he mumbled to himself. It continued to grow, becoming hard, and wasn't little any more. Richard Dailey grinned widely and wasn't surprised that he was hard himself.