Date: Sun, 25 Sep 2022 07:08:44 +0000
From: raywrite196 <raywrite196@proton.me>
Subject: Through the Fence-Chapter 3 Gay/Adult-Youth

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Chapter Three

Having my sexual hunger sated for now, I decide its time to feed my
stomach. I have steaks in the refrigerator which I bought yesterday.
Beautiful Ribeye steaks with a perfect amount of marbling. I make a rub
containing fresh rosemary and garlic from the garden. Just because you live
alone doesn't mean you can't eat right! A couple of yellow squash and some
teen-sized zucchini from the garden as well and I have a complete meal. Of
course a perfect pairing of Cabernet Sauvignon tops off the repast. I pour
a glass of Sauvignon as I prepare to grill the steaks on the Traeger with
mesquite pellets.

Just as I get the Traeger up to temp, up pops Aaron the prairie dog, "Hey,
Mr. D. grillin' some steak, eh?"

"Yep I am!" Now I wait for the request for him to join me. 3...2...1

"My dad isn't coming home until tomorrow afternoon, so I guess I'll make a
burrito or something..."

I can't resist the opportunity to have Aaron's company. "I have an extra
steak if you'd like to join me."

"Sure! I guess I could forego a frozen burrito for a steak."

I'd like to take that frozen burrito and... no, I'd rather have a
15-year-old tube steak! "Come on over and help me prep the rest of the
meal. And wear a shirt, please!" There is no way I'd make it through the
meal with his body exposed for my eye-candy. "And just come on through. The
front door is open."

"Why are you shouting? I'm right here."

I whip around and there is my teen god standing there with a white Hawaiian
shirt with pastel blue hibiscus flowers all over it. The contrast between
his golden tan and the crisp, clean white of his shirt is stunning. Of
course, the speed of his arrival shouldn't surprise me, especially when you
offer a teen boy the promise of food! It's then that I notice he's wearing
very short white Spandex shorts and quite obviously no underwear. The cut
of the shorts is such that it follows his ass crack, accentuating the
contours of his incredible ass. It's a good thing he'll be sitting down
while we're eating or I would not be eating what's on my plate!

Aaron leans in and plants a full kiss on my lips as longtime lovers often
do. The tenderness and warmth of his lips against mine stirs my cock. It's
going to be a long evening! "Yes, well, thanks for that. Let's finish
getting the dinner prepped." He follows me into the kitchen and I direct
him to rinse off the zucchini and squash. He begins to rinse the zucchini
and starts making moaning sounds of ecstasy as he is giving the zucchini a
hand job. He turns to me with the biggest one wagging it up and down and
says, "Do you think this is as big as me?"

I sigh. "Aaron we're planning on eating that, not making love to it!" Dry
them off and bring them over to the center island." Aaron is laughing as he
dries the vegetables. Typical teenage boy obsessed with sexualizing
everything. Babies have to put everything in their mouths to explore and
understand their world. I guess horny teens have to do the same. And am I
glad they do!

I begin rubbing the steaks with a mixture of olive oil, rosemary, fresh
minced garlic, black pepper and sea salt. Aaron leans in to my ear and
whispers, "Are you going to rub my meat, too?"

"Only if you want me to." I start acting like I'm going to pull his shorts
down and he backs away like he is trying to keep from wetting himself. I
chase him around the island still holding on to his shorts. Aaron is trying
to crouch and run at the same time, looking like a crab and laughing the
whole time. I finally stand up where we started at the steaks and in my
best commanding voice say, "Alright, quit goofing around and let's get this
dinner going. I'm starving!"

We toss the zucchini and squash with a small amount of avocado oil, minced
garlic and sea salt.  I grab a saute pan and the bowl of vegetables and
tell Aaron to bring the plate of steaks. I start the steaks grilling for 3
minutes and turn them with the pigtail steak flipper. I heat the saute pan
on the side burner and begin cooking the vegetables in stir fry fashion. I
ask Aaron to go in and bring the plates, silverware and napkins I have
sitting on the island. I finish off the steaks and let them rest on a
plate.

I rush inside and grab two wine glasses and the bottle of wine and head
outside. Aaron is just finishing plating everything and I pour the wine in
my glass.  His is already filled with grape juice!

"Wow! I get wine, too?"

"Fat chance. It's grape juice, buddy. I'd be in enough trouble after what
we've done. I'm not going to add contributing to the delinquency of a minor
to the list of charges."

Aaron looked at me again and said seriously, "I told you, I'm not going to
say anything, Mr. D. Why would I? I enjoy being with you and being able to
be myself. I enjoy your company and your body, your sense of humor and your
way of making me feel special and.... loved." Tears were starting to flood
his eyes, not quite to overflowing.

I reached across the table and hold his hand. "Thank you, Aaron. It is just
going to take me some time for me to build my trust. It is absolutely
beyond my comprehension how you could be attracted to me since I am so much
older than you. My body is not young and taut like you deserve. But I do
have a great personality and sense of humor that probably makes up for
that!" I have always used self-deprecating humor to lighten a serious or
intimate moment.  It's a trait I have not overcome and probably cost me a
couple of beautiful relationships I had in the past.

Aaron looks at me with a look of exasperation and says, "Really? I've never
had such great sex and felt better about myself in my life!"

"I'd venture to guess, from what you've told me, you haven't had much sex
with another person other than me!" I squeeze his hand and wink showing it
is all in jest.

"Says who?"

"Says you! Now, let's eat this food before it gets cold or I eat you!"

"Well that sounds promising!"

"A promise and a fact!"

We spend the rest of the dinner in conversation of how school is going for
Aaron and whether there are any guys at school that he would consider a
crush. He tells me he has eye on a few, but he really hasn't come out to
anyone else, not even his dad. I ask him how he thinks his dad will react
when he tells him.

"I'm not sure, Mr. D. He seems to be pretty understanding. He has a few
friends at work and in other companies he works with that are gay and I've
never heard him say anything bad about them. But it could be a case of,
'that's fine for them, but not in my house!'"

"Oh, I think you might be pleasantly surprised. Your dad seems very
comfortable around me and has never seemed nervous about me talking to you,
has he?" Of course, he'd feel very differently if he knew what his son and
I were involved in.  What am I doing?! This is insanity!

"No, he never even mentioned to me that you were gay."

"Then how did you know?"

"Oh, I just knew. When we moved in 3 years ago I figured it out very fast."

"You were only 12! How could you possibly know? I don't think my mannerisms
or my speech gave it away, did they?"

"I don't know how I knew, I just knew.  Just like at about 12, maybe a
little before, I knew I was gay. When did you first discover you were gay,
Mr. D?"

"First off, I think you can start calling me Raymond or Ray.  I mean, after
all we've seen each other naked."

"Okay, but around other people I'm still gonna call you Mr. D. My dad
especially is a stickler for me treating adults with respect."

"I like your dad! Fair enough." I was marveling at how mature this kid was
and at the same time still a fun-loving kid. He was certainly raised
right. And if I wasn't involved with him, where would he be learning how to
treat another man? That is the epitome of justification for breaking the
law now isn't it?

Aaron squeezed my hand as to get my attention. "Hellooooo? You didn't
answer my question: How old were you when you realized you were gay?"

"Well, Aaron, you have to realize when I was growing up, it was the worst
thing you could be by being a homosexual.  We didn't even equate the term
'gay' with homosexual. It meant happy and carefree when I was growing
up. It was illegal to be caught performing homosexual acts and you were
guilty until proven innocent. Most homosexuals were beaten to death before
they even made it to the precinct. So even to admit to yourself that you
liked other boys was horrifying. Today, there is a certain level of
acceptance, at least publicly and politically. I honestly don't think the
average Joe on the street really accepts the whole gay rights thing. I
think getting to the point that society adopts a live-and-let-live attitude
is more an indication we have taken our place quietly and legitimately in
society. There are always going to be the haters. They will never go away,
but if we can lessen their numbers and thereby lessen their voice we will
be able to live peacefully without shame or reproach. Sorry, to get on my
soapbox. I'll step down now."

"No, that was totally awesome! I really agree with what you said,
Raymond. I knew you were the right person to talk to. I'm really glad you
live right next door." With that we fist-bumped across the table and I did
the explosion/jazz hands move at the end. Aaron, totally deadpan says,
"Don't ever do that again. Nobody does that anymore." He ends it with the
shaking=head-of-shame-with-an-eye-roll move.

"Okay, let's get cleaned up from dinner and then we can relax or take a
swim."

"Skinny-dip?"

"if you want."

We clear the table and load the dishwasher in record time. We almost trot
out to the pool and Aaron starts to take off his shorts and shirt.

"No! Let me do that for you." I walk over and stand in front of him,
leaning in for a lip lock and some easy tongue action. With each parting of
our lips I unbutton another button on his shirt. We osculate together for
an extended kiss with serious tongue wrestling as I slowly peel off his
shirt and toss it on the table without ever breaking our kiss. I run my
hands over his firm, tight chest, taking several laps around his turgid
nipples, eliciting moans of pleasure from both Aaron and me. He then mimics
my actions with my shirt. Unfortunately, it is a golf shirt so there are
only two buttons to kiss through. We have to break momentarily for him to
peel my shirt off over my head and toss it on the table with his
shirt. Wow, even our shirts are getting lucky! He again mimics the running
of his hands all over my chest and nipples. I have to stop him at that
point and explain.

"Dude, doing that to my nipples is a surefire way to get me to come
quickly! Let's let this be prolonged as long as we can."

Aaron nods his head and continues kissing me passionately as I run my hands
across the front of his Spandex shorts and his rock hard erection. Oh, the
beauty of youth! He spreads his legs slightly as I stroke his ball sac and
the inside of his thighs. More moaning from the 15 year old and I hook my
thumbs in his waistband and slide his shorts down side to side in a rocking
motion. His erection springs to freedom, flicking precum on my navel. I
continue sliding his shorts down as I squat lower and lower, stopping to
lick his slit with my tongue to gather copious amounts of precum from his
burgeoning cock. He moves his hands to the back of my head and guides my
mouth onto his 5" rod. I take it all, using my throat muscles to massage
his glans. Hissing and moaning increase as I seductively slide his cock out
of my mouth, French-kissing his knob as I caress his balls. Because he is
in such a state of euphoria, I drop my own shorts and net bikini underwear,
throwing them and his on the table to hump each other.

I swan dive into the pool with minimal splash and come up to see Aaron
still standing on the skirt of the pool with his eyes closed and a
shit-eating grin on his face as he revels in the events that have just
transpired.

"Aaaarrrrrronnnnn! C'mon in. The water's fine!"

Aaron shakes his head out of his trance and dives in the pool as well. He
surfaces right in front of me and we immediately go into tongue-thrashing
mode again. The lubricating quality of the chlorinated water in the pool
gives us a frictionless movement as we begin grinding our erections
together. I have both my hands all over his ass and stroking in his ass
crack to be sure it is at least clean on the outside. I guide the 15 year
old over to the edge of the deep end. He instinctively folds his arms on
the edge of the pool because it is too deep for him to stand. I dive down
and spread his ass cheeks and begin fondling his anus with one finger. I
enter slowly and begin finger-fucking his beautifully tight hole. His moans
reverberate in the water, sounding like a young sperm whale calling its
pod.

I surface and take a lungful of air and dive down again to his cave of
delight. I spread his ass cheeks gently and start tonguing his hole, going
deeper and deeper as he relaxes and moans with a gutteral quality. I lick
the full length of his ass crack and go in for one more intrusion into his
hole. Again I come up for air, but this time I stroke his ass crack with my
erection, pausing ever so slightly at his now freshly cleaned pucker. I am
placing gentle kisses across his back and connecting them as dots with my
tongue.

When I begin nibbling his ears, gently biting them with my teeth, Aaron
whispers hoarsely, "Raymond, would you fuck me?"

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