Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2019 00:43:10 +0000 (UTC) From: M Coello Subject: "Three Generations" Three Generations Jacob Hudson had lived in the neighborhood for fifty years now and was therefore a pretty old man, but in that time he had had the satisfaction of seeing three generations of the family across the street all grow into rather sexy young men, with the good fortune of being as bisexual as he was, and he had had opportunities to hook up with all three. Looking back now, he remembered being a young man in his 20's and a new homeowner in the middle-class tract, fresh into his career and looking forward to meeting his new neighbors. It had been 1969, and therefore he looked askance at the beat-up Volkswagen van painted with many psychedelic colors parked across the street. But then he saw the youth step out of the van and he held his breath. Chad was definitely a hippie, and a very young one from the looks of him. He would later learn he was only 18 but somehow had managed to get enough money from his family to buy the small ranch house across the street; they really just wanted their embarrassing hippie son out of the house and out of their hair. He was an angelic vision: tall at 6'3" and wearing next to nothing, just a pair of low-waisted bellbottom jeans with flower patches and a peace sign around his slim neck. He was rather thin from a vegetarian diet but the muscles he had were sculpted from constant gardening and stood out starkly against his golden tanned hairless skin. A long beautifully shaped torso with rigid abs and below the cuffs of his jeans big bare feet that looked like they never wore shoes. His nearly white blonde hair fell in waves across his model-pretty face, past his gentle blue eyes with long dark lashes and past his shoulders to nearly the middle of his back. Chad tossed that long mane seductively whenever he strutted barefoot down the sidewalk. Jacob was struck dumb by the sight of him and knew he had to meet him. His girlfriend Daria also came out of the van in her peasant skirt, also barefoot and in a midriff shirt that couldn't cover her bloated, pregnant belly. Already due to have children at 18, but at least they had a new home. Luckily the kid wouldn't have to grow up in some hippie commune. Jacob paid little attention to Daria, however. It was Chad he wanted, but he played it cool, waiting until a few days later to go over and greet his new neighbors. Jacob was uneasy about meeting Chad. He was sure he'd just seem a conformist square to the nearly naked hippie kid. But Chad was engaging and friendly and shockingly flirted heavily with his new neighbor, catching the vibe that they were on the same sexual page. But it went no further than flirting for the next few years, until shortly after Chad's 21st birthday he had come over to Jake's house and simply mauled him to break the tension between them. Jake couldn't believe his luck, the primitive humping they engaged in for almost the whole weekend. Daria was cool with their open relationship, Chad assured him. In that time, Jake had at least had the satisfaction of watching Chad mature and grow only sexier. He truly was committed to never wearing shirts or shoes; he seemed to own only that pair of increasingly threadbare jeans barely held on to his slim, narrow waist. His skin grew more darkly golden as he worked in their vegetable garden, visible from Jake's window, and he was convinced he also grew cannabis in that garden, but no one ever paid no mind. They lived in a surprisingly easy-going neighborhood. The heavy scent of weed, an almost masculine and aromatic fragrance to Jake, surrounded the young Adonis. The years passed, and it was the 1970's. Daria had given birth to a son they named Rain. Rain seemed to grow into a hippie kid, too, his early childhood spent wildly and entirely naked running around the neighborhood. Jacob was surprised the other neighbors paid this no mind, the tanned, naked, cute kid with the wild mane of long blonde hair frolicking on his lawn around his hippie father while gardening, pouncing about on bare feet looking destined to grow as big and masculinely sexy as his young dad's. At last, when the skinny, tall kid hit around 7 or 8 the hippie family thought it time he wore clothes, sending him to school finally in shorts, rainbow tank top and a pair of sandals. Rebellious Rain would kick off the sandals and remove his shirt as soon as he came home, though, and Chad just shrugged. After all, his dad never wore any either. But when Rain was about 9 or 10 he took up surfing and spent every weekend at the beach, his muscles growing taut under the deepening tan. The hippie era was at last ending, the more conservative 1980's were approaching, and Rain now sported a less wild mane of hair, his wheat-blonde hair done in a surfer undercut, the bangs left long and swept in an appropriate wave off his face. His face was just as cute and blue-eyed as his father, always flashing his bright white teeth and waving at his neighbor Mr. Hudson, almost flirting with him, Jake thought with bewilderment. Meanwhile, the trysts with Chad, frequent for years, grew less and less frequent. Chad was now in his 30's and still sported his long, nearly waist-length mane of wonderful wavy hair. He looked cute as a teen still but he seemed moodier. Jake would later learn he had moved on from pot to harder drugs, which caused him to grow more emaciated, and he hardly left his house anymore. Rain grew into a sexy teen surfer, dedicated to a life on the beach. The old van was his now, with surfboards stacked on its roof. Rain wore typical surfer garb for the 1980's, surf company T-shirts when he wasn't barechested, neon mid-thigh length board shorts, but he preferred to be as barefoot as his dad if he could get away with it, flip-flops on his big, broad size 12 feet if he had to wear them. A puka shell necklace around his slim neck above his broad, deep tan chest from constant paddling, and another puka anklet below his taut, bulging calves. He was as much a vision as his dad before him, and he soon had a girlfriend tagging behind him. Jacob was a tad jealous at first, and then one day Rain showed up at his door, wearing nothing but those neon orange board shorts, his hair tousled from the surf so those long bangs fell into his probing blue eyes, and he asked if he could share a beer with Mr. Hudson. "I like older guys," Rain finally admitted when he was a bit drunk. "My dad would tell me about you and him. Any chance you'd be into me?" Jake couldn't believe his luck, when he found himself in bed with young Rain, just turned 18, the darkly tanned surfer's muscular arms around him. Rain smelled of seaspray and salt, maybe just a bit of the weed he shared with his dad, but he had his unique smell. Thus began the tryst with the second generation, which would continue until the end of the century. Tragedy occurred when Chad overdosed one night shortly after Rain turned 19. Chad hadn't even hit 40 yet; he had remained hippie to the end, barely appearing older than the age when he and Jake met, but he did seem a bit gaunt toward the end, dark circles under his gentle blue eyes. Jake was sad it had ended that way, as the ambulance took away his old friend and lover; even with the melancholy, Jake comforted Rain in bed when his girlfriend couldn't, and so the 1980's ended. Soon enough, girlfriend Sharon was pregnant, and then there was a third generation in the house across the street. Another son, this one named Ryder, a rather quiet, somewhat effeminate kid with golden-brown hair. Jake, growing into late middle-age, watched the kid grow to be as cute and tempting as the generations before him, but he was also unique. He didn't like the surf like his tanned, muscular dad, and he preferred the indoors, listening to alternative music in his room, and as he grew into his early teens, and it was now the early 2000's, he got heavily into emo music and therefore the emo style. A few more years later, and the now 6'2", thin kid was delicately pale, a stark contrast to his antecedents, sporting tattoos and piercings and very much a wannabe musician, belting out emo tunes in his room. His carefully styled hair was dyed jet black and his green eyes always outlined in black that made him mysterious and seductive. Jake was disappointed that the kid rarely showed much of his body, unlike his grandfather and dad, preferring typical band shirts, skinny jeans and either heavy boots or skate shoes -- he did go out skateboarding sometimes when it wasn't too sunny for his delicate skin -- but sometimes Jake would see him barefoot, admiring the painted black toenails on his pale, narrow and typically big size 12 feet. Ryder would come visit Mr. Hudson, the old friend of the family, showing off his new earrings, lip rings or playing some new tune for him on his electric guitar. He, too, flirted shamelessly with a man old enough to be his grandfather! And as soon as he turned 18, he, too, showed up at Jacob's door, smiling so that the sunlight glinted off his snakebites. "Hey, Mr. Hudson," the sexy, pale boy flirted in a voice a bit higher and more musical than those before him. "Hope I'm not bothering you, but my dad used to tell me about you and him, and Grandpa Chad, and it really turned me on. I know I'm just a kid, but you think you'd be into me?" How could Jake, now in his 60's but still attractive in a suave, elderly way, say no to his favorite family? And so had begun his last relationship with the friendly emo kid, lasting several years until he, too, found a girlfriend and wife, and even a bit beyond that, until a new generation was born in the house across the street. Jake still saw Chad's own gentle blue eyes in the dark outlined green eyes of the young man he loved, and he cherished the memories...