Date: Wed, 8 Apr 2020 17:21:47 -0400 From: JJ Rockwood Subject: Zachary All Grown Up Chapter 6 Zachary All Grown UP Chapter 6 By JJ [jjrockwood000@gmail.com ] Guys you know the drill this is a complete fantasy any similarity to any person is coincidental. PLEASE DONATE TO NIFTY HELP KEEP THIS SITE FREE Chapter 6 Zachary' POV 2 I couldn't believe my luck; I was going to spend almost 6 days with Jared. He let me kiss him goodnight, I raced home and said goodnight to everyone and went to my room. I was so fucking hard and I was oozing precome which I seldom do. I stripped down and lie on my bed and shoot a load so fast I didn't even get that far into my fantasy. I was still hard and fell asleep thinking about how long the next 3 weeks were going to be. School flew by the next day and spring training for football which was weights I did in the morning before school. When I got home my Noni says to me it is such a nice day, do your homework before you over to work the garden, so you can enjoy the longer days. The woman made a good point and I did what little I had. I also figured I could spend more time with Jared. I was in the garden, never heard him pull up, I was in a Zen moment whatever that is. He calls to me, he flashes that smile and says something about what a difference from the mood I was in yesterday. Then he asks if I would like to stay for dinner, that he had lamb chops (which I like just as much as him). Then made some smart ass remark which I countered. But being him he has to get the last word in with another smart ass comment. I laugh and say to myself I have chosen well. I help him unpack the groceries and saw he bought IBC root beer, another favorite. He tells me to finish up outside go get cleaned up what time to be back. Also says with a smirk, if the grill isn't on when I get there to turn it on and wake him up. I finished weeding and ran home, asking Noni if it was okay if I ate at Jared's and if she needed help with anything. She said everything was taken care of. That is when I noticed the table was set for only 3 instead of 4 So I figure Jared must have called in advance. The other shocker I got was I saw Poppa talking with my dad, who had his head down and later Poppa, comes to my room to tell me he told my father to let me continue to wrestle that if Coach thinks I am that good there might be scholarship money. I was ecstatic! I showered and did my once a week shave of the few blonde hairs of my beard. I put on a pair of sweat shorts that were a little on the snug side and decided to wear the sweatshirt that Jared gave me years ago. I had cut the sleeves off and the waist band and saved them for I don't know whatever reason. It was still kind of big, but looked sexy in my eyes. I race over to Jared's and the house is quiet, he isn't out back. I start the grill and knock on the back door. Jared sticks his head out of the 2nd floor window that is his bedroom. He is shirtless and I'm assuming napping naked I start to chub up. He says turn on the grill and he will be right down. He lets me in and is wearing a very worn tee and shorts. I start prepping the greens for the salad and by my choice it is decided we are going to eat outside. The food was excellent and we talked about our day. I told him about the latest development with wrestling. He told me never disrespect Poppa that he is a very wise man. Jared told me about his day, he had a very interesting job. I was lucky enough to have seen what he does first hand. He took to a few bring your kid to work day. I felt so proud to have that time with him. He introduced me to all his co- workers just like I was his own. We cleaned up and there was the few touches and innocent bumps and rubs that were getting me charged up. It was like static electricity. When we finished he grabbed 2 bottles of IBC and motioned for me to sit next at the island. He said to face him and our legs were intertwined. I started to involuntarily shake, the tremors from the touching his legs. He put a hand on my knee and said to calm down and breathe. I put my hand on top of his. He proceeded to tell me how honored he felt that I wanted him to be my first, but that he couldn't. I wanted to cry, he then asked if I knew why he didn't want to. I told him because he wasn't gay, I wasn't good looking enough, and that he hated me for being gay. I started to tear up. He looked at me said, you are so very wrong. He said he is very turned on by me, and that it scares him. I wanted to say you think you are scared try being me. But all I can squeak out then why can't we. I grabbed both his hands. He looked with those big brown eyes and said I am 56 years old and you are 15. I said but I will be 16 in 3 weeks and the fucker turns around and Oohh Wow instead of being 41 years older than you I will be only 40 years older. Even when he is sarcastic like that, I get turned on. He goes on to say that wouldn't I rather be with someone my own age. I said No, don't you understand and proceeded to tell him. When I was young running to him and him nuzzling my neck with his beard. His nicknames for me Pup, Sparky, Lil Man. The story of the sweatshirt I was wearing. The way he smelled back then and how he smells now and how I try to imitate him. I told him how I thought he was the sexiest man alive, those big brown eyes of his and sometimes you could see gold flecks in them. At one point I actually think he started to blush. I grabbed both his hands and kissed them He stood up and pulled me up and we kissed. I have to admit it seemed so natural and when our chests touched I actually thought I was going to pass out something went off inside of me. I thought I was going to shoot. I think I got a little too aggressive I was sucking so hard on his tongue and I liked the way he chewed on my lips. He pulled back and we stopped. I told him he was a great kisser and the fucker says how do you know? How many guys have you kissed? I told him he was my first. I said how I almost came and no one touched my dick so he must be good. Again the fucker goes that is what being 15 being almost 16 is all about. He says how about waiting 2 years and 3 weeks, and if I still want him, he would be than willing to be my first. Before I can answer my phone goes off and it is Poppa, he says come home now it is late. I have school and Jared has work. Jared packs my lunch for the next day and gives me a kiss and practically pushes me out the door. I get home and put the leftovers in the fridge and text him to thank him for supper. He texted back saying any time for me and thanks for the help. Then texted Pup, sweet dreams. JJ