Date: Wed, 11 Feb 2009 22:39:00 +0100 From: Rick Masters Subject: Holidays by the sea - 9 Hi, this is a fictional story which will involve explicit sexual narrative of a homoerotic nature between minor boys. If that is not your scene, or if you are too young or live in a place where this is illegal then close this page down now. If you carry on and read this story, please let me know what you think (constructive criticism accepted but flames excepted). Please write to succum@gmx.com Read on and enjoy. Rick Chapter 8 ended: This was sufficient for J to be blown away and he quickly got his spare hand in place to catch the small amount of cum he could produce this time as his orgasm shook his body and emptied him of what little the last three goes had not taken from him. Lifting his hand to his mouth, J licked what he had deposited in the hand and then went back to wipe off the last drops from the end of his cock and lick that off his fingers also. Chapter 9 J continued to sit there, his now limp cock resting in the hand that had just wanked it, with the final dribbles leaking out the tip onto that hand, as he watched some more of the championships and still enjoyed the times when he could make out more detail in the bulges. J preferred to watch guys in his own age group as usually they did not have all the special gear which tended to hide that in which he had a particular interest. Also he could compare them with his own views as seen in his mirror. The program on the championship came to an end and J was once again going through the channels looking for something of interest when he heard his foster mother arriving home. He got up and as was his habit, he went through to the kitchen and put the kettle on, before going to greet her. "Hi Jean, have you had a good day?" he greeted. "Hi J, yes thank you, the day went fine. How was yours?" "Good thank you. I've got it on; what would you like?"" "Ah, a nice cup of tea, thanks J." "Ok I'll bring it through." And J went off to the kitchen to make the cup of tea. This was not just trying to butter his guardian up. J always offered to make both of them something to drink when they got home from work. It was his way of showing his appreciation for at last giving him a home where he felt both loved and at home. John and Jean had shown J what love for others could be like by the example they had set in loving him, and in the time he had spent in their care, he had come to love them, even though he had not really realised this yet. But it would be this period, between the present and the summer holidays that J would begin to call John and Jean, dad and mom in his thoughts. J brought Jean her cup of tea and he had a glass of water for himself. J did not normally drink tea or coffee, preferring to have plain water most of the time. He set the cup down on the side table next to where Jean was sitting and then picked up the letter from the coffee table and passed it to Jean, "I would really appreciate being allowed to do this, please." He told her as she took the letter from his hand. Then he waited in silence as she read the letter. When she had finished reading she looked at J and said, "Well done, I'm glad that they think you are suitable for this sort of responsible role. Of course I cannot tell you straight away as I must first discuss it with John, but I rather think that he will be as proud of you as I am and so we will probably say yes. But then on the other hand that will mean that you will be gone for 6 weeks and I am not sure we can cope without you being here for that long. We will miss you very much." Jean didn't just grin; she beamed, because she truly was proud of J and how he had changed from the poor wretch that had come to them almost seven years previously. It had been a long struggle, but they had been consistent and persistent and now it was showing in the character of a boy who did not have much ground to be displaying such a good character. "Can I help you get the tea ready?" J asked. J enjoyed cooking and especially liked to be around Jean in the kitchen because she always let him help and explained what and why they were doing whatever it was they did. "Of course you can. Thank you; I always appreciate your help with the tea." "You should let me do it more often then so that you can relax when you get home." "When I have taught you enough, I will, provided you are still willing to do it." Jean answered and smiled, "John will be home rather late tonight and so I decided to just do Sloppy Joes on potato waffles because we can get the meat ready and then just do the waffles quickly when he gets in." "I took the mince out, and so it should be ready to start now." J said, eager to go and get started. "I was sure you had; but let's sit a while yet before digging in." Jean smiled some more at this eagerness. This child that made up for the ones they could never have, was a true delight and she was so happy they had entered into the fostering field. He was not their first foster child, but he was the best they had had and they were very satisfied with him. Once Jean had rested enough, they got up and went through to the kitchen to begin preparing the tea. It did not take long to get the savoury mince dish ready and then it was merely a matter of waiting for John to get home before putting the frozen potato waffles under the grill and reheating the mince at the same time. With this done, J excused himself to go to his room to get started on his homework. Normally J waited till after dinner, but as John was going to be late, he wanted to get some done while they waited. As it turned out, he did not have that much and by the time he heard the door open as John returned home, he only had one more subject left to do. Leaving that, he went downstairs to greet John and see about helping with the dinner. "Hi John, I guess you have had a busy day." J greeted him, "What would you like me to get you to drink?" "Hallo J," John greeted him in return; "I would like a nice cold lager please." This meant that John had had a difficult day and so J new that he would have to give John a short time to unwind before broaching the subject of the Holidays by the Sea offer. "Ok, coming right up." J promised as he moved off to the kitchen to pour John's beer. Bringing it in to John in the sitting room, J asked Jean, "Shall I go and get on with the tea, while you have some time to catch up together?" "Thank you J that would be nice." Jean replied. J was hoping by doing this it would give Jean a chance to talk with John about the camp and so he went off to the kitchen quite happily. He had got the waffles under the grill and some frozen vegetables in a pot on the cooker to boil and was just giving the mince a stir before putting it back on the heat to warm up, when Jean came into the kitchen. "J, don't mention the camp just yet. I will talk to John straight after dinner and he will then come up and let you know our decision. Ok?" "Yes Jean, I'll wait. It will be hard but I'll wait." J replied, but with a grin on his face. "Thank you." He ended. When the meal was ready, J served it up and then placed the plates at their respective places on the dining table and called his foster parents through to eat. The meal was eaten in relative silence; mainly because they were all too hungry to talk and spent their time getting the food down to satisfy their need. After dinner, J said he would do the dishes and then go upstairs to finish his homework. Well, what will the couple's decision be and how will John tell J of it? Tune in to the next chapter, same place in just a few days. Write and let me know what you think of the story -- please. Rick