Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2019 09:31:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: wardsafe@aol.com
Subject: A Special Relationship

A Special relationship

Wes Harrison, thirty-two years old, divorced, single, self employed as a
quality control engineer. Contract work is my specialty. That means I
contract with a variety of companies across the US and spend about half of
my time traveling the country, the other half working from my home
office. It seems that even at $300 per hour I have enough work to keep me
busy enough that I only manage to get about three weeks a year for
vacation.

I live in a west coast city in an area of upper middle-class families with
nice houses on large lots. My back yard is fenced with a medium size lap
pool for exercise. Surprisingly I manage to maintain the yard myself,
mostly because I enjoy the physical work involved.  My personal life is,
well mostly devoid of any relationships, partly because of my constant
travel and partly by choice. I was married for two years fresh out of
college but that ended in divorce when my wife caught me in a compromising
position with my former roommate from college.

While working at home shortly after moving in I noticed a moving van at the
house next door. Curious to see who my new neighbors might be, I took a
break and watched the activity from an overlooking window. It turns out the
man is Asian, I'm guessing 40 something, a wife perhaps about the same, of
course, being Asian, they both look much younger. It wasn't long and I hear
a commotion break out and I see the father's anger is directed at a teen
boy about 13 or 14 who is trying to help but apparently not to his dad's
satisfaction.

Perhaps a good time for me to introduce myself and meet the family so I
head over to their drive to offer some help. To my surprise there are two
men that appear to be with the moving company kind of hiding in the
van. Upon seeing me the father stops his rant at the boy and cools down a
bit making an introduction possible. The father is Ben, wife is Amy and the
son is Mark. To my surprise they turn out to be second generation Chinees
American. My interruption appears to be a good thing and the father decides
to take a break and let the movers do their job with a little guidance from
his wife.

I invited the father and son over to my house for a cold drink and promised
his wife that I would send something over with the son for her to drink. We
settled in on the back patio where I provided soft drinks and cold bottled
water. Mark immediately asked if it was alright if he took some for the
movers as well. Wow, a nice gesture considering he is a teen. I suggested
he take a six pack of water and soda and provided a cooler and ice to keep
it cold.

It seems the father owns several up-scale furniture stores on the coast and
because of local expansion has decided to move to this area. To suggest
that he was a little up tight would be an understatement. Very nice man but
very tense as well. I suggested that if they would like I would love to
have them over this evening for a BBQ and a few drinks. His immediate
response was, that would be great, then adding, of course I'll have to ask
my wife. We shook hands and he and Mark went back to moving, I think a
little calmer.

I'm thinking wow, the father a very handsome man, the mother a screaming
beauty and Mark perhaps the most beautiful boy I have ever seen. I couldn't
ask for better eye candy for neighbors. At this point in my life, I don't
do married men, sure not interested in the woman and the boy, in spite of
his beauty, is off limits. One of the first times in my life I actually
wished I was a pervert.

Diner went well and steaks were good. I actually felt that I would enjoy
having this family nearby. Ben relaxed a bit which gave me some insight
into his real nature. Amy, a stunning beauty even wearing a sweat shirt and
shorts. Mark, had me sneaking glances as his ass and legs all evening.
Monday, tomorrow and on Tuesday I travel for the rest of the week and I
still have some work to do.

I arrive home late Friday night and after a snack and a couple of bourbons
it was off to bed. Saturday morning, I'm up around 0930 and grab some
coffee and head out to the patio to read the paper. Engrossed in the paper
I was finally aware of Mark standing there saying excuse me sir, oh hi Mark
didn't hear you come in. He asks, may I sit down, of course you can, would
you like some hot chocolate? No sir but I would love a cup of coffee. OK,
you know the kitchen, why don't you help yourself and grab a pastry if you
like.

The next hour flew by as I enjoyed the conversation of a 14-year-old boy
that was well beyond his years in content. I have talked with corporate
executives that couldn't converse as well and even some that couldn't keep
up with the intellectual level. It seems his father has suggested that
perhaps he should offer to take care of my yard when I travel. I ask if he
would be doing his fathers yard and he said no, my father hires people for
that kind of work. Why would he suggest you do my yard? My father is a work
acholic and wants me to develop a strong work ethic and understand what
hard work is.

This was a weird idea that I had to think about. After a few minutes I told
Mark that I thought his father was on the right track but there is more to
life than hard work. I suggested that since his father was teaching work
ethics, I would teach him something about business.

How about this. I have all the equipment and tools so, I'll pay you $15 per
hour, but it will cost you $2.00 per hour to lease my equipment and $1 per
hour for fuel and maintenance costs. You have to provide a service schedule
which must have some flexibility for weather conditions. You will be
responsible for all lawn and shrub trimming and managing the sprinkler
system. You write up the contract, have your father review it and we will
both sign. Looking at him as I finished, I swear he looked a foot taller.
The idea of being treated like an adult set well with him. He took off for
home and returned within two hours with the finished contract approved by
his father. He said his dad was very pleased that he was learning about
business.

I gave him the keys to the yard shed and told him to take over the
responsibility immediately. Clearly, he had been watching yard workers
because he showed a level of proficiency that shocked me. Being early
summer it was in the 80's and except for stopping for drink he worked
steady for about three and a half hours. He was sweat soaked and even
though he wore only shorts and a tee shirt looked cooked. I told him if he
wanted, he could rinse off in the outdoor shower and jump in the pool to
cool down.

He finally got out and flopped in a lounger saying he was really beat. I
got him a bottle of cold water and pulled up a chair next to him. He looked
like a hot model laying with his clinging shorts outlining his boy charms.
He noticed my look and had this little smile as he winked at me like he
knew what I was thinking. Clearly, he enjoyed being the object of my
interest and his smile broadened when I nodded and returned his wink.

Time passed slowly and Mark would often stop by just to visit. I was
totally taken in by this boy with the personality, wit and charm of a man
twice his age. Fifteen came and went, and at sixteen he had developed into
an Asian beauty. This is when he begins to openly taunt me with his
suggestive moves. I first noticed that he would openly flirt at times
showing his body to see my response. One afternoon when his parents were
away on a trip, he stopped by to just talk and relax. I asked if he would
like a soda to which he said I would prefer a beer. Oh no, not at sixteen I
told him. He said his father did allow him to have one but he couldn't have
wine or hard spirits. I relented and got us both a beer. His behavior was
so adult that I soon forgot he was so young. I had finished my beer and ask
if he would like another. His smile made it clear he liked being treated
like an adult.

As he started the second beer, he said Wes are you gay? Why do you ask?
Well you don't have a wife, I have never seen a girl friend and you never
talk about women. First off, it is none of your business if I am gay and
before I answer perhaps, I should ask you the same question. He seemed to
know where this conversation was going before I did. With a shy smile, he
said I think so but I have never had sex. Fighting to control myself, I
asked if preferred men or other boys. His response was to adjust his crotch
and letting his hand linger long enough to cause a slight rise, for me as
well as him.

It seemed like this was going to be a show and tell session so I just said
yes, I am gay, does that bother you? His response was another jaw dropper.
Do you think I'm cute? Yes, I do, and you are a constant temptation but you
are also sixteen which is too young for me.

After this conversation he seemed to take great pains to tease me every
chance he got. He wouldn't miss an opportunity to touch me or rub against
me and would even display a solid erection at times and giggle at my
reaction. One day he asked if I would show him some porn on my computer
because his dad had porn blocked on his. He even knew what web site he
wanted to look at. Turns out it was older guys and younger boys. While he
is looking over my shoulder, I felt his erection poking into my back as he
leaned forward and kissed my ear telling me that he would like me to do
what the man was doing to that boy on the screen. I turned so quickly that
his erection brushed against my lips causing a low moaning sound to be
emitted from both of us. Out of frustration I finally said, look, when you
turn 18, I'll do anything you want but until then, all I can do is look and
believe me I do enjoy looking. Giggling he asked if it was the porn or him
that caused the bulge in my shorts. Realizing that he was right, I had a
raging hard on and had to laugh.

The day he turned 18 his parents were out of town on business and they
asked me to take him out to dinner at his favorite restaurant. Diner was
really difficult because he was focused on one thing and that was what we
could do when we got home. As we entered the house he said, do you remember
what you told me that you would do when I turned 18? He grabbed me and said
kiss me, his lips hit mine and his tongue was in my mouth. Did I mention
that he had those beautiful soft Asian lips? His body pressed against mine
and sadly because of the height difference his hard on pressed against my
leg while mine against his stomach. But it didn't seem to reduce the thrill
to either of us I had the urge to just throw him to the entry floor and
have at him on the spot.

He wouldn't let go and finally he whispered in my ear that he wanted me to
tie him to the bed and teach him about sex. He even said, if I'm bad you
can spank me. Not a problem, I did have some light bondage equipment. But
first I told him that I wanted to remove all of his clothes. Starting with
his shirt one button at a time and allowing my hand to briefly rake over
his hardening nipples. His trousers were next and to my surprise he was
without underwear. His cock was standing out at an upward angle straight
and steel hard with the uncircumcised tip poking out of his foreskin. I had
waited four years for this and couldn't control my mouth. Slipping forward
my mouth opened and my lips forced back the remaining foreskin giving me
the sweet taste of fresh clean precum of a very excited boy.  He grabbed my
head pulling it forward forcing me to the root of his happiness. His hips
jerked forward and I heard a loud grunt and my mouth was filled with a full
load of boy cum.

As I savored the taste, I noted his knees were shaking and I stood just in
time to keep him from joining me on the floor. His face appeared in a dream
like state resulting in a kiss that lasted for several minutes. He finally
broke off the kiss and stepped back saying "that was well worth the wait,
what else you got?" We stood laughing and hugging until I suggested we move
on to the bedroom. Up the stairs I followed watching his beautiful bare ass
and smooth legs all the way.

From the night stand I retrieved wrist and ankle cuffs which I attached and
had him lie on the bed where I secured the cuffs to rope already installed
just for such use. As I tightened the restraints, he shook a little and I
detected a quiet whimper.

Spread out like this, he looks like the ultimate in young boy buffet. I
just want to lick him from top to bottom. I did take a moment to suck and
nibble on his stiff nipples. His breathing was fast and shallow with an
audible whine at the end. Even at his age he would need more than five
minutes to recover so I took the opportunity to just run my fingers from
his ears to his toes stopping only briefly at the various attractions on
the way. This wasn't about him, it was me enjoying the beauty he
provided. The trip back up his body was even better because he had begun to
stiffen and I had a chance to give his cock a leisurely suck.

He was a boy with a shopping list of sex he wanted done right now but
instead he was about to learn the pleasure of sexual teasing and I was
about to enjoy every feature of his beautiful body.

Since he had already cum, I could take my time getting him ready to give
him the penetration he so wanted. The problem of course was that I hadn't
cum yet and I was concerned that I might not last long enough to give him a
proper fucking. With this in mind I decided to have him so primed that he
would be begging. As I released the cuff on his ankles, I spread his legs
wide and kept his knees raised and bent. I repeatedly would run my fingers
up the inside of his thighs and then down under his very tight ball sack. I
love the way a young man's sack tightens and wrinkles tight to his body
when he is ready for sex. Letting my fingers wander the space where his
legs join his body I ventured down to the crease of his ass and back. A
reminder to myself to do this again only using my tongue to make the trip.
My mind was jolted back to reality, when he said, no condoms Wes, I want
this to be real tonight.

I realized that I was still fully clothed and quickly stripped. I had to
feel his body against mine and crawled between his legs kissing up his
stomach stopping only briefly to nibble on his nipples before driving my
tongue deep into his mouth. His legs did their best to wrap around me to
hold me in place while he bucked and rubbed against me to generate
friction.

I wanted his first time to not be painful and retrieved lube from the night
stand. A liberal amount covered my hand and fingers as I found his opening
with a gentle massage. Taking care, I teased and gently pushed at the
opening making him want my finger. Within seconds, I felt his ass grab my
finger and pull it inside causing him to shudder with excitement. I worked
my finger in and out making sure to apply plenty of lube and taking care to
avoid his prostate for fear of triggering an explosion.  Please, please,
please was all he said and I knew he was ready. Pushing his legs up and out
I leaned forward allowing my cock to slide the length of his crack passing
over the opening in a teasing motion.  His legs quickly wrapped around me
as best he could and his body began a rocking motion accompanied by moans
of pleasure. His effort was aimed at stopping my cock at his tiny puckered
opening. Pulling me forward with his legs and with perfect timing he
managed to achieve penetration.  I may have been on top but he was fucking
me with abandon.  Four years of want and expectation very quickly resulted
in a mutual explosive orgasm that rendered both to a state of near
exhaustion. Minutes passed before I slowly slipped from him leaving a
sodden trail of moisture seeping from within. As we lie there hugging each
other I noticed wetness between our faces and realized that we were both
quietly crying.

For the next half hour, we just held each other and tried to express the
feelings we had for one another. There was an air of caution as we both
avoided saying the word Love. Surprisingly it didn't need to be said, it
was obvious.

Recovery accomplished, he suddenly jumped up telling me that it was now my
turn to be restrained on the bed. As I sat in shock, he removed the cuffs
from his wrists and placed them on me making it clear that I didn't get a
vote on the matter.  I would be lying if I said the idea of a beautiful
Asian eighteen-year-old boy strapping me naked to the bed didn't elicit a
strong physical response from my working parts. Thinking about what he had
in mind had given me an instant hard on.

The next forty five minutes of my life are permanently etched on my brain,
never to be forgotten. After my arms were secured limiting upper body
movement, he just stood and looked, a soft smile creeping across his
face. He quickly disappeared and returned with a warm wet towel which he
used to carefully wash my crotch. He then produced a warm dry towel which
he used to dry me, although more correctly stated massaging my very stiff
cock. After he forced my legs apart and lay covering my body his tongue was
in my mouth delivering a sensual kiss that had my toes curling. It was only
then that I realized that he was going to do to me what he had just
experienced. All the kissing, licking and sucking had me so close that when
his lubed finger probed my ass, I nearly lost it. Somehow, I managed to
control myself until his little member finally penetrated me with several
hard thrusts, I painted my stomach with everything I had left. Within
seconds, he pushed in hard and held tight spilling his load in me.

The summer was spent with every opportunity for us to get together for
sex. He was particularly fond of being on top which I didn't mind at
all. While he was clearly a bottom, he did provide me with a satisfying
fuck on a few occasions. I have never enjoyed conventional and some
unconventional gay sex in so many ways and places as I did that summer. His
favorite was with me sitting on a vary narrow chair (designed specifically
for the purpose) and he would sit facing me impaled on my hard cock. He
said he liked the feeling of my cock in his ass and my tongue in his mouth
at the same time. Hey, it worked for me.

The summer ended and away he went to college. He stayed in touch with email
and phone but needed and found an outlet for his desires. We met when he
returned for the summer and continued our relationship but it seemed on a
different level. More as friends with occasional sex. Perhaps as it should
be?

The twist to this story (there always is one) is that shortly after
college, cultural convention ruled, and he married a beautiful Asian girl
and now is raising two children. When they visit his parents, he always
stops by to chat and except for the occasional special look and little
smile, never mentions our special relationship.