Date: Mon, 6 Jul 2020 19:25:37 +0000
Subject: Chapter 2   Aaron's Year of '77

"Aaron, there`s someone named Adam on the phone and he's asking to
speak with you."

"It's OK Mom. I'll take the phone upstairs here on the hall extension.
Thanks!"


"Hiya' Adam!"

"Heya' there cookie babe. I tracked your phone number down from your
Mom's prescription file here at the store. Hope you don't mind me
callin' you at home?"

"No, that's OK Adam. I was thinking about you just now and am really
glad you called."

"Aww, that's sweet baby. I was just thinkin' about you too and wanted
to let ya' know that Gerry, my mechanic buddy at Prentice ESSO was able
to get my old Ambassador running again. He said somethin' about my
carburetor needing some kind of adjustment and fuel line cleaning and
then havin' to gap a couple of spark plugs... whatever the fuck that
means. All I know is I'm now out a couple a hundred bucks. But, hey! At
least I got my wheels back again, eh? Uhm, Aaron babe, I know today`s
only Tuesday and we're still gonna' go out for dinner at El Paso's on
Thursday when I'm off. But wouldya' like for me to pick ya' up after
work tonight and maybe go parking with me out at the Lyn Pit? The old
quarry is filled with deep water and it's good for skinny-dipping. And
it's private and quiet and beautiful at night.  My cock's' been
thinkin' about your hot, little butt. And it's gettin' all hard now
just thinkin' about it again. It kinda' sorta' seems like my dick has
been doin' most of my thinking for me since Sunday. And you know the
back seat of my car has never been properly broken in. I think it's time
it saw some action outside of me jackin' off by myself back there.
Whadya' say? Can I come and get you after 9:00pm when I get off tonight?
Or wouldya' maybe come and meet me behind the store?"

I'm smiling while starting to get aroused myself and respond, "Sure!
Yes absolutely! You said after 9:00pm right Adam? I'll meet you there."

"Sure did baby. Am gonna' want to go back to my place and change first
though. My brown suit needs a dry-cleaning to get rid of the shot spots
in the crotch of my pants from the last time we were together. And I'd
sure like ya' to see me wearing somethin' else besides it and my
birthday suit."



"Both suits work just fine for me Adam."

He laughs the dirtiest laugh and then says to me, "I like it when you
talk dirty to me baby. The birthday suit you'll get to see later. But
for tonight, a pair of jeans and a clean fresh tee shirt so I can be
comfortable and give you somethin' to picture me in `til ya' get to
see me. I clean up pretty nice ya' know."

"I'm sure you do. But no underwear though Adam. I like it when you go
commando just for me."

Three seconds of stunned silence from him over the phone, and then he
lets loose with a huge laugh and says, "Aaron, any more talk like that
and I'm gonna hafta' go into the back here on break to give my dong a
chance to settle down!"

I laugh and respond, "OK Adam. Where will I meet you?"

"Meet me behind Fullerton's just before 9:00pm where I park my car.
I'm pickin' it up from Prentice ESSO later this afternoon. I never lock
it, so just hop into it and wait for me to close up shop, OK babe? Or
better yet, and come to think of it, yeah...  I'll leave my keys under
the floor mat for ya'. Remember to bring your learner's permit `cause
I wantcha' to start the old sonofabitch up for me. You can drive me over
to my place for me to get changed and then I'll drive us out to Lyn Pit
so we can park some place private. And oh yes, bring that tube of KY with
ya' too. Sound like a plan to you there?"

"I'll be there Adam. Bye."

I keep wondering why he keeps on talking about that dumb tube of KY.





After hanging up the phone, I head downstairs.

"Who was that on the phone with you just now Aaron?" my Mom asks.

"Adam Blanchard from Fullerton's Drug Store Mom. You remember him from
behind the counter there, don't you?"

"Oh yes, I do. I know him and his Mother... a very nice woman. She was
very beautiful and so young when she got married. I remember her from
back then. She's done a good job with her son. He's a decent young man.
I like them both. How did you ever come to meet him Aaron?"

"Well... I went into the store the other day and we started talking. And
he was really interested to hear about my College courses. Then later on
that night I went for a walk and helped him out when his old car broke
down on him on Perth Street. He was calling to thank me for helping him
and said he wanted to thank me properly by having me share a pizza
sometime with him."

"He'd be in his late twenties, if I remember correctly," my Mom says,
while giving me a long and thoughtful, appraising look.

"I think he told me he was twenty-seven Mom."

"Your Dad and I know his Mom from the Hospital. Delphine is Head of
Housekeeping there and manages a staff of around twenty or so, I think.
She has done well for herself after her husband deserted her and little
Adam years ago. That was a terrible time for her. I respect her and like
her very much."



"Mom, Adam offered to help me with driving lessons and said I could go
with him in his car to practice with him any time I like."

Another measured, thoughtful look from her and then she says, "Well,
that was very nice of him to offer. But you'll need to talk to your
Father about that first. I assume Adam has insurance on his car and it's
safe to drive. But I'll let you and your Father and Adam discuss those
things. Come to think of it now, ask Adam when he is free for dinner
sometime and I'll do up a roast and an apple pie and he can come over.
I'd like to talk to him outside of the drug store. And I'm sure your
Father would as well."

"OK Mom. I'll find out from Adam and let you know. And thanks. He's a
really nice guy."



"Yes Aaron. He's had a tough life, you know. He missed out on a good
education when his Father disappeared on him and Delphine. But he's done
well, considering. And he's always been respectful and nice to me
whenever I see him in Fullerton's," she says, as her voice trails off
lost in the quiet thoughts she is thinking.

"Oh, and by the way Aaron, I want you to start thinking about your
design portfolio and the appointment you have with the Head of Applied
Arts at Algonquin College in Ottawa coming up in five weeks' time.  Even
though you've been accepted for full-time enrollment, I want you to make
a good first impression. You'll need to get yourself off to a good start
when your classes begin in mid-September after Labor Day. That will come
before you know it and you need to focus on that."

"Yes Mom, I know."

"Your Father will be home by 5:00pm today right after work. You can talk
to him about Adam and his offer for driving lessons then. And do please
remember to mention to Adam about dinner sometime soon when you speak
with him."

"Yes Mom."

"And oh yes! I almost forgot. Your sister Ariana called and Warren wants
you to continue working part-time in his paint and wallpaper store at the
Thousand Islands Mall right up to when you move to Ottawa. Seems you are
popular with the retail customers that come in and have made some good
sales for him. He'll deal with the commercial painting contractors and
inventory. And you can wait on the customers who come in to the store. I
told her you'll need time off to find a place to rent close to the St.
Pat`s Campus in Ottawa. That will need to happen very soon, as well as
getting you and me set up with a joint chequing account at the Bank of
Nova Scotia on Elgin Street up there. I also told her Warren will have to
pay you. That even though he is having troubles right now with his lease
and paying his creditors, you are not free labor and will need some extra
spending money of your own, and which you've earned for when you start
school. And Aaron sweetie, just between you and me, I know she is envious
of you going back to school. With the troubles she is having right now
with Warren and money, she is jealous and that is unfortunate. Siblings
should support each other and your returning to school has nothing to do
with her and Warren. She made her decision to marry him at nineteen and
it is Warren's responsibility now to provide for her and their children.
Now with two young children and being eleven years older than you... well
Aaron, be kind to her. Even if she isn't to you right now. Do you
understand what I am saying to you?"

"Yes Mom."



The rest of the afternoon stretches on slowly with me unable to think of
anything else but being with Adam when his shift ends. Dinner is
uneventful with Mom and Dad discussing his day at work, how old our dog
Blackjack is getting to be now and how he's starting to slow up with hip
problems.





After dinner, I go upstairs to my room to look once more for the fiftieth
time through my portfolio to show the Design Head when I meet her on
August 22nd. I remember what one Professor told me when I first went up
to Ottawa to check out the Program... that Interior Design was much more
than just furniture and surface treatments with fabric, paint and
wallpaper. In other words, it wasn't just decorating. That the Program I
was considering dealt with interior architecture, building structure,

 and detailing, compliance with building and fire codes and encompassing
a wide spectrum of disciplines that was not unlike what an Architecture
Program student would experience in their first year. I was really
intimidated with the prospect of having to deal with contractors and
general laborers on job sites.  But I knew this was something I had to go
for.

From the time I learned the term gay and it's connotation at the age of
thirteen, I constantly thought and worried about what my future would
likely wind up being.  When I started to work for my sister's husband at
the Benjamin Moore Paint store in the Mall, it all seemed to come
together for me. And I eventually realized and thought, well Aaron... if
this is the life you're destined to live, you're going to turn it to
your advantage and make money doing something you like and are hopefully
good at.  Hence, the decision to enroll in Interior Design at Algonquin
College was a done deal from that moment on.





It's close now to 8:35pm in the evening and I'm upstairs staring at
myself in the full-length mirror in the hallway outside my bedroom.
I've decided to wear my favorite tight red shirt and a pair of 26"
waist, white Howick `Five Star' bell-bottom jeans with my 3"
platform-sole shoes to meet Adam. I sure hope he likes how I look when he
sees me.



It isn't so far from my parent's house on Bethune Street to where
Fullerton's is on the corner of King Street and Victoria Avenue. I can
cover that distance in less than ten minutes.  I have butterflies in my
stomach shooting right down to my cock and have to remind myself not to
walk too fast, or I'll wind up waiting for him alone beside his car
until he locks up. Then I remember he told me to wait for him inside of
it.

I start to get aroused with dirty thoughts about being in his old car all
alone with his masculine heat all around me and his car keys just waiting
for me. Jeez' Aaron, white jeans and a hard-on. You're turning into
Adam here! I turn the corner at King and Victoria, start to head up the
hill and then turn left into the driveway that leads to the parking lot
behind Fullerton's. His rusting, old, silver coupe is sitting there in
the shadows, just waiting for me.

I never really looked at it all that closely before.  It really is one
big sucker of a car.  The trunk and tail lights give it a masculine
stance.  I bet it was one impressive piece of `Detroit Iron' when it
was brand new.

Remember now Aaron... Adam said you could sit in his driver's seat and
start it up for him when you got here.  So... I open his creaking driver's
side door and stare down at his driver's seat.

The front seat of his car is one of those long bench style types with a
fold-down armrest that can seat three across. The fabric is a ripped and
stained, aqua-coloured, woven kind of fabric with vinyl trim that was
very popular in AMC vehicles in the `sixties. Where Adam parks his man
ass is hypnotic and almost pornographic to me. His old driver's seat has
formed a shallow, hollowed-out recess where his butt cheeks have carved
out two visible indentations in the foam padding. The upholstery seat
fabric has a jagged rip in one place where his big cock and legs would
rub with friction against the tear. His sagging seat is worn down much
more on his side than the passenger side. I slowly slide into his
driver's seat and sink down deep into the recess that his butt has carved
out for him in the time he has owned and driven his old car... such an
intimate experience. I can smell a faint aroma of Christian Dior's `Eau
Sauvage' cologne, mingling with his male musk and sweat that makes me
half crazy.  I lean back into his driver's seat and feel where his
strong, muscular back has imprinted his shape into the seat back. It
feels like he just came up behind me and shoved his big bulge right into
the crack of my butt. I take my time to feel the steering wheel that his
strong hands would grasp confidently. I imagine him hopping into his old
wheels early in the morning wearing his sexy sports jacket and scuffed
dress shoes to get to work..

Then, I reach down to find his car keys under his floor mat,  precisely
where he told me he'd leave them for me. His keys are teasing me and
daring me to start his old car up for him. I have his keys in my hand and
for the first time, realize that his keychain has a blue, red and yellow
Superman logo on a metal tag dangling down from it.

There's a story there Aaron.

I shove them into the ignition switch and turn his key to the right to
the `on' position.  Then I pump his gas pedal ten or eleven times...
just like how I saw Adam do that first night.

After that then I turn his ignition key all way to the right to
`start.'

His car starts to vibrate, shake and wail with a high-pitched whining
rhythm. I can feel it protesting and vibrating and shaking as it cranks
and tries to turn over for me.

All I can smell is gas... like, what the hell?

Hmm... I can see now why Adam calls you his goddamn, sonofabitch piece of
crap. I try one, two, three long crank sessions. I stomp on his worn gas
pedal and lift my hips and butt up, distending myself and simultaneously
bouncing up and down in his driver's seat... just like the way I saw Adam
do to try to get it to start for him before.



All of a sudden, I hear a rap on the passenger side window and turn to
the right, only to face Adam staring right at me with a smirk and knowing
eyes.  He slowly opens the creaking passenger side door and slides in
beside me. He raises the armrest out of the way and moves over so tight
beside me that I can feel his heat and take in that familiar male smell I
am beginning to recognize as being uniquely his alone. His left arm
somehow finds its way around my shoulder as he bends in close and says
very quietly to me, "Having car problems I see, are we cookie boy?"
with a dirty, wicked grin on his face. "Hmm, well... why dontcha' just
slide that cute, tight, little boy butt of yours over onto my lap while
we change places. And I'll see if this fuckin' sonofabitch will turn
over for me then?"



I shift over and start to sink down into his crotch only to feel his big
cock poking my butt and demanding my attention. He laughs and wraps his
arms around me, pulling me back into his chest and says, "Told ya' my
dong would be thinkin' of ya' `til the next time we got together. Now
seriously baby, just how many times did you pump my gas pedal before you
tried to start my car?" he says while nuzzling my ear and groping my
cock.

"You're distracting me Adam and I can't remember right now."

"Distraction and pleasure were just what I had in mind. Now think Aaron.
Did ya' pump it more than one or two times?"

"I think maybe eleven or twelve times, maybe more. Just the way you did
the other night."

"Then you've managed to flood the carburetor big-time. We're just
gonna hafta' sit here like this for a few minutes `til the gas
evaporates and then I'll see if I can get this cocksucker to turn
over."

"But... I did exactly what you did on Sunday with it."

He starts to kiss the nape of my neck and says to me, "Aaron, it needed
lotsa' gas to start up for me that night. Normally, unless it's cold,
you only need to pump it a couple of times for it to turn over for ya'.
It's all good though. I kinda' like having you sittin' in my lap like
this. And I think I'm gonna let your little buddy outta' those white
jeans and play with him for a bit, since we're all alone here waitin'
for my car to start up for me in the dark and all.  Kind of a reverse
situation from the time we first did this, isn't it baby? Am kinda'
liking the way this turned out here. I sure as fuckin' hell know my dick
is enjoying the experience. Now raise your hot, little butt up for a
sec' there and let's get ya' outta those sexy white jeans. I'll work
the zipper and have you naked in my hot crotch in ten seconds or less."

Less than five seconds later and he says, "Actually Aaron, let me get
more comfortable too. I have an idea here. I'm gonna undo my pants and
get my cock to slip right into your butt crack while I play with yours.
I'm gonna get you just as revved up as this old shitbox of mine will be
in a few minutes. And fuck the goin' home to change crap. We're
headin' straight out to Lyn Pit just as soon as I can get us movin'."

He lifts me up to let me pull down my jeans for him. At the same time, he
is pulling his suit pants down to expose his fully-aroused cock.

"I wantcha' to take my dick and aim it to sit tight in your hot, little
ass crack. Then I'm gonna' unbutton your shirt and play with your
nipples while you lean back against me and let me lick and suck on your
ear." He spits a wad of saliva into the palm of his left hand and starts
to work my dick. "This is just the beginning of what they call foreplay
babe. Five minutes from now, you're gonna' be squirming and my dong's
gonna' be throbbing. And hopefully, I'll be able to get my damn car
started. And we can head out to where I want to fuck you for the first
time. It's gotta' be special. And it will be. I promise."



Close to ten minutes pass and the now familiar routine to get his old car
to start for him is about to commence. "C'mon ya' fuckin' cock
sucker. Fuckin' start baby." His starter grinds and whines at a faster
pace and once he hears the faster rhythm, he forcefully rams his
accelerator right down to the floor. "C'mon baby. C'mon, start for
me." His car eventually stumbles and roars to life. He revs it two or
three times, then he lets up on it while stroking my cock at the same
time.

"Slide offa' me Aaron `cause I think you're gonna' play with my cock
too while I drive us out to Lyn Pit this way. Can't say we're gonna
make it out there before I hafta' shoot my load. But we're sure as hell
gonna' give it our best shot. So hang on tight and hope a cop doesn't
see us drivin' this way or we'll get busted for sure."





Lyn Pit is about two miles up the old Highway Two, just past the
Brockville Country Club and then a right turn and four or five miles
further north on the Lyn Road. He holds tight onto my cock, stroking it
with his strong right hand and guides his steering wheel confidently with
his left, as we creep along in the pitch black darkness with only his
headlights to light up the road ahead.



"This is the hottest and horniest thing I've ever done Adam." I
whisper to him, as we drive under the CN Rail overpass and head up the
hill, passing the shotgun shooting range and getting closer and closer to
the quarry.

"Me too honey. Me too! And I'm trying real hard here not to bust a load
`til we get there."

"Can I play with your nipples and chew on your ear when we're there
like you're doing to me now?" I whisper as we make a wide turn to head
down the dirt road into Lyn Pit.

"Baby, you can do whatever the fuck you want to me once I find a dark
place to park this sonofabitch." he moans hoarsely, as he wrestles with
his steering wheel to manoeuvre his slow, lumbering old car into a
secluded, isolated and dark spot.



He pulls his car over to the right shoulder of the road leading into the
parking lot behind some tall bushes. "I fuckin' jeezus hope no cop or
anyone else can see us here." He turns off his car, kills the headlights
and breathes a sigh of relief.  "Well we sure as fuckin' hell managed
to get this far. So, gimme' some breathing room for a sec' `cause I
wanna' kiss you and bury my tongue down your throat for the next two
hours or so."

"Only if you finally explain to me just exactly what KY is supposed to
be used for Adam."



Another stunned look from him, and a burst of laughter... then he says,
"You've really been wondering about that, haven't ya' Aaron?"

"Uhm, yeah. I have, actually."

"Well baby, tell ya' what. Hows about I show ya' after we lock tongues
together in my front seat here for a bit? Is that gonna' satisfy your
curiosity?" he says laughingly, as his lips press down on mine and his
tongue probes the deepest recesses of my mouth. "You constantly surprise
me and make me laugh Aaron. You're really something special. I wantcha'
to know that," he whispers.

He starts to work his way down to my nipples. And then, when I think he
can't arouse me any more than he already has, takes his fingers and
starts to pinch them. Then he follows up by sucking gently on them until
he makes me moan with soft groans of pleasure. His rough five o'clock
shadow is intense, sweet torture against my soft skin.



I have no idea how he managed to get both my shirt and his off without me
realizing it. His fingers are reaching around to feel the top of my butt
crack. "This is fantastic," I say softly to him.

"Just gettin' started here cookie boy. Now where's that fuckin' KY?
Did ya' remember to bring it with you?"



"Oh shit! I forgot it."

"Never mind babe. I kinda' thought you might. Reach into my glove
compartment and grab the tube I have in there. Good thing I work in a
pharmacy, eh?" Then he opens up his driver's door and steps out, with
his pants down between his knees and his ankles.

"You're wearing underwear tonight I see."

"Well honey, I didn't exactly get a chance to go home and change for
you now, did I?"

I suddenly have a very dirty thought and ask him, "Uh, Adam... can I have
them to wear tomorrow so I'll smell like you and feel like you're
inside my pants all day?"



Another shocked and stunned look from him. Then he forcibly drags me out
of his car and with a look of pure lust on his face, starts to yank my
jeans down. "You're makin' me fuckin' crazy Aaron! Now I wantcha' to
get your sexy little ass into my back seat. And you'll soon enough learn
what big boys can do with KY!"

I struggle to pull his driver's seat back ahead and scramble into his
back seat.  I never noticed before that he had a pillow back there. He's
right behind me, with his suit pants in one hand and the tube of KY in
the other.

"Now Aaron baby, I don't wanna' hurt ya' this being your first time
getting fucked. So I'm gonna' go as slow as I possibly can, and if I
hurt you or scare ya' you let me know right away babe, OK?"

"Adam, I trust you."



"Well... OK then. I put a pillow back here for you to lay your head on. I
wantcha' to lay down and then bend your knees so your butt is up where I
can rim it with my tongue. You're gonna really like how that feels," he
says softly to me. He starts to tease the rim of my asshole with his
tongue. At first it feels like a strange thing to do. But then I relax
and begin to realize it feels really sensual and exciting.  His hands
firmly grasp each ass cheek, and I can hear him breathing heavily and
feel his head moving back and forth against my butt with a steady and
determined rhythm. "I'm thinkin' you're loosening up and relaxing a
bit now so I'm gonna' take my finger and play with your asshole like
what you did to me on Sunday. By the way, where in the fuckin' hell did
you ever learn how to do that Aaron?"



"I read about it in a brand new gay sex book I just got from Copland's
Book Store and wanted to see if it worked."

"Well, let's just thank the fuckin' Lord you're literate and learned
to read." he replies and laughs.

He takes the cap off the KY gel, breaks the seal and squirts a glob of it
onto his middle finger. "I'd like to tell ya' this is gonna' hurt me
more than you. But I'd be lying to ya'. It'll only hurt for a short
bit though this first time and then you'll see, you're gonna' want
more than just my finger up your sexy, tight, little ass there. So hold
on now. I'll be as gentle as I can be."

His finger traces the outline of my butt and then starts to probe in and
out until my sphincter muscles start to tighten around it. "Try and
relax Aaron. I'll go nice and slow. Let me know when it starts to feel
good for you."

A couple of minutes later and I whisper to him, "Shit Adam! I never knew
I could feel so boned up. Does it always feel this good?"

"If the man you choose to do this with is gentle and patient, then
it'll be fuckin' fantastic every time for ya'. And that's where I
come into the picture."

"I'm so glad it's you I waited to do this with Adam."



"I know honey... I know," he murmurs softly to me. "Now you're gonna'
finally learn what two men can do with some KY and a bit of imagination.
Are ya' ready for my big, hairy crotch rocket to blast off inside ya'
cookie boy?"

He chuckles quietly to himself and pulls off his underwear to reveal his
fully aroused cock.  Then he squeezes the tube of KY again and lubes up
his dick, right down to where the base of it meets his hairy pleasure
trail. "I'm gonna go real slow here Aaron. I won't lie to ya.' It's
gonna feel weird and you're probably gonna' tighten up and feel some
pain at first. But dontcha' be scared though. I'm not gonna' hurt
ya.' I'd never hurt you, ever."

"You're so big though Adam. How will you fit that thing in me without
hurting me?"

"Trust me baby. We've got all night to get this right."

"Last time I studied math, I learned that eight doesn't go into one
though," I whisper.

More laughter from him and then he says, "You've never heard of long
division then. And believe me, it doesn't get any longer than what I'm
gonna divide your crack with before we're done here."



I start to laugh at what he just said and the laughter helps to make my
sphincter muscles relax a little. It still feels like he's trying to
shove a cucumber up my ass with a strange fullness like, when I have to
have a crap. But it doesn't hurt quite so much now and I'm getting used
to the sensation of having him inside of me.  His cock starts to inch it
way up inside me, bit by bit.  Any time he feels my muscles tense up, he
lets up for a few seconds to give me a chance to focus and relax before
he slowly starts to thrust deeper and deeper into me.



"Aaron... uhm, men have a sweet spot deep up inside them that's called a
prostate gland. It's sorta' like what women have and what they call
their `G' spot. Most straight guys never know how strong an orgasm they
can have when someone stimulates their prostate. With any luck, my
cock's gonna' find yours tonight. And with a bit of luck and good
timing, we're gonna' blast off together at the same time in a few more
minutes. Let's see if we can make this happen for us tonight baby. I
really want this to be extra special for us both, this first time
together."

"Well Adam, if you're big cock can't find it, then I most likely
don't have one."

More laughter from him and then finally, he's all the way inside me.
"Feels like you're a warm glove inside there keepin' my cock all hard
and warm and juicy and throbbing. Honey, how are you doing there? Can I
start to move in and outta' ya' without you feeling any pain or
discomfort?"

"Mmm, yes Adam."



He starts to thrust his hips back and forth.  His big penis starts to
move back and forth inside me. Then I start to try to match his rhythm by
moving my butt up and down to match his pace. Each minute that passes his
pace picks up and gets faster and more determined.

"I think you found my prostate Adam. It likes your big, hairy dick
pounding it that way!"

An animal-sounding, guttural, deep grunt comes out of his mouth and he
grabs onto me tightly and buries his head against the back of my neck.
"No more funny talk for the moment! I need to blow my load real soon now
baby. Do ya' think you'll be able to get off at the same time as me? I
want for that to happen for you this first time," he groans.

"I think if you keep banging my ass that way and keep stroking my cock,
you'll make me cum soon. Shouldn't take much longer now."



Thirty seconds later and, "Adam! I'm gonna cum real soon! Like, any
second now!"

"I can tell baby! I can tell! Me too baby! Me too!"



And then, "Holy fuck'! What a fuckin'... abso'... fuckin'... lutely'
perfect orgasm," he murmurs quietly, his chest still heaving after he's
shot his cum load deep inside me and I've creamed all over the carpet
floor in his back seat. I'm 100% positive the back seat of his old car
has never experienced two guys moaning and moving together in perfect
rhythm and harmony like what we both did together just now.

"Adam you really are perfect you know," I whisper softly to him.

"Shhh, now Aaron. Just be quiet for now and kiss me, OK?" he whispers,
as his tongue parts my lips and invades my mouth once more. "Just
wanna' lie back here now and hold you tight and hold onto this moment
with you for as long as I can."

Minutes turn into a half hour or so. And all I can feel is him with his
arm around me and me curled up tightly beside him.



"Uhm, Adam... can I have your suit jacket to put on? It's getting cold,
even with you generating a 150 degrees of man body heat next to me."

"Sure thing. Gimme' a sec' first though. Gotta' put my pants back on
again before someone comes along and I get arrested for indecent
exposure." He stretches and leans forward to hop out of his old car. I
watch him grab his pants and with a few quick movements, manage to get
his legs into them and then pull them up.



"Gotta' little present for ya' cookie boy." he says, as he tosses his
day-old briefs at me and laughs as I struggle to catch them.

"What's with the Superman symbol on the front of them Adam?" I ask
with a smile and a direct stare down at his hairy package.

"If you hafta' ask me that after I just fucked ya' the way I did, then
you disappoint me there. Here ya' go baby," he says, as he grabs his
suit coat from the floor of the back seat where it somehow wound up...
along with my shirt, his shirt and tie and casually throws it back to me.
"Knock yourself out and have fun with my sweaty clothes. Kinda'
perverted of ya' there cookie boy, I hafta' say. But I guess if I can
try to drive out to Lyn Pit with you working my dick all the way then I
can't really judge you when it comes to weird and kinky. I expect those
`Man of Steel briefs' back in a few days though. Freshly laundered and
folded neatly too."

"Uh, OK Adam. No problem. Did you say days or weeks though?" Then
laughter from the both of us, as he dives into his back seat and tries to
smother me with the pillow he put there for me."







"Ten more minutes of this and then I'm gonna' hafta' get ya' home
before your Mom and Dad send out a posse to track us down."

"Oh yes... uhm, Adam. That reminds me. My Mom asked me about you when you
called earlier today. She and your Mom know each other and you're right.
My Dad and her work together up at the Psychiatric Hospital. My Dad is
the Chief Attendant there, and my Mom told me your Mom is Head of
Housekeeping."

"I didn't know if they worked directly together or not," he says.

"And Adam, my Mom still works there on the midnight shift as a part-time
Registered Nurse."

"Hmm, I kinda wondered about that, given the medication list I fill for
her at Fullerton's. Is she a happy lady Aaron?"

"Let's not talk about her right now Adam. It's just too weird to think
about my Mom after what we just did. I just want to cuddle next to you
and have your arm around me and pretend that this night can go on and
on."

"Consider it done. But you're gonna hafta' let me put those sexy white
jeans back on ya' and do up the buttons on your shirt. Dressing you
might be just as much fun as undressing ya' was."

"Any excuse to touch me, I'm guessing."

"You got that one right baby," he laughs and says, while bending over
to nuzzle my ear lobe again. "Outta' the back now while I zip ya' up
and then you're gonna' drive us back to your house. Consider it your
first driving lesson with me."

"Oh shit! I almost forgot Adam. Mom says I have to get Dad to say yes
for you to give me driving lessons. And she also said to ask you if
you'd like to come over for dinner with her and Dad sometime soon when
you're not working."



A good, long five seconds of silence from him, and then he looks closely
at me and asks, "Do you really want me to meet them Aaron?"



"Yes I do. I already told you you're someone I want to get to know
better and they're nice people. Mom said really nice things about your
Mom and you and told me she wanted to get to know you, now that you're
grown up and all. She remembers when your Dad left and you were still a
kid back then with your Mom. She said to me, He's turned out well and I
would like to get to meet him outside of the store Aaron. That's exactly
what she said to me."

"OK baby. I'll get back to you with when I can come over. But I hafta'
say though, your Dad sorta' intimidates me with his job and him being so
religious and all. He wouldn't exactly be happy with what we're doin'
right now."

"Give him a chance Adam. Let's see how this goes. Besides, all he needs
to know for now is that you've offered to give me some driving lessons
and I tried to help you get your car started the first night we met. I
told Mom you were asking me about my College courses coming up in first
semester, and that's how we started talking and got to know each other
in the store. That's all they need to know for now."

"Take it from me babe. Moms know their kids better than they know
themselves. I aughta' know that well enough from my own Mom. There's a
thing they have called intuition. She'll figure out what's up,
literally and figuratively with you and me in the first five minutes.
That is, if she hasn't suspected already. Trust me on that one. The eyes
always give a person away. Just the same as when you look at me with
those beautiful, dark brown ones of yours. I know what you're thinkin'
sometimes without you having to say a word to me. But if you really want
me to meet them, then sure, of course I will. Now get your cute little
boy butt outta' my back seat so I can pretend to dress ya' and then
let's hop in the front for another ten minutes or so. My dong is
starting to tell me it wants you to rub your hand along my hairy pleasure
trail. Do ya' know what that is Aaron?"

"Yes sir! I sure do. That was in chapter two of the book."

"Hmm, keep readin' that book you've been studying there. Between it
and my lessons, you're gonna' be my sexy little student for a long,
long time cookie."

Amazing how fast he can move when he really wants to.





"Uhm, Adam... you didn't turn your car off completely when you parked it
here. The red `gen' light is still on. Look at your dashboard. Uh, how
long have we been here?"

He checks his watch and with a worried look on his face says to me,
"Just over an hour and a half. I think my battery can hold up for that
long though. Even so, we're still gonna' play it safe and just sit here
for a while. That'll give it a chance to charge up a bit. And then
we'll see if you can finally get my old Ambassador started this time
Aaron. Now gimme' your hand. You're gonna stick it down the front of my
pants and rub my hairy pleasure trail. Wanna' see if you can give me
another big boner for ya' to suck up some of my precum before we hafta'
head outta' here. Does that sound good to you?"

"Yeah, it does Adam. What you said to me the other night about liking
how you taste... you were right on that one."

"You'll soon learn I'm right more times than wrong cookie boy."



Ten minutes later with Adam beside me in his passenger seat, and he's
got his legs spread wide open with a raging hard-on. Then he says to me,
"Fuckin' Christ baby! You got me all juiced up and ready to shoot
again! That never happens to me so fast after I bust a load of my ball
juice." Then he takes his hand and rubs the tip of his cock to gather up
some of his thick, creamy jizz. He holds it up to my mouth and says,
"Here cookie, another little present for ya' `til Thursday. Will that
hold you over `til then babe?"

"I'll make do with that for now Adam."

More laughter from us both.





"Now comes the moment of truth. I think my battery is charged up
hopefully enough by now. You're gonna' learn how to start this fucker
and drive the livin' piss out of it, just like I do. Think you can
manage that for me baby? Try it without pumping my gas pedal first.
Let's see how it behaves without any gas in its carb'. We sure as hell
don't wanna' flood it out again now, do we cookie boy?"

"Uh, no... not again Adam," I say, while casting an embarrassed look
over toward him.  He just smiles smugly at me with an amused look on his
face. I turn his ignition key all the way to the right and his old
Ambassador starts to wail away. First time it coughs, shudders and
promptly stalls out.

"I think it likes you more than me."

"Nah. It just needs to warm up to ya' first. Now, turn that key of mine
again one more time and dontcha' let up on it till I tell ya' to."

I do what he says and suddenly his old car sputters, coughs and starts to
idle roughly away for me.

"Yeah Aaron. I knew you could handle my old shitbox! Now jerk that lever
into `drive' and let's give it some gas and head on home."



He moves over right tight next to me, and starts to lick and bite my
right ear lobe.

"Uhm, Adam... unless you want me to wind us up in a ditch, you'd better
not do that until I pull up in front of my parent's house."

"Mmm, but don'tcha'forget Aaron... I've nicknamed ya' cookie. And
with those deep, rich, chocolate brown eyes, and your cream-filled
center... well ya' know, I just can't help myself after the first taste
of you... addictive, delicious and all. You really can't blame me now,
can ya' cookie babe?"

"Eyes on the road, hands in your pockets, and tongue back in your mouth,
mister smarty-pants!"

"Speakin' about pockets there babe, gonna' have to drop these ones off
at the One Hour Dry-Cleaners beside Fullerton's tomorrow first thing...
along with my suit jacket you seem so attached to. Another day in them
with a stiff dick, sweaty balls and ripe, hairy ass and pits and they'll
be walkin' around on their own just to get away from me, I'm
thinkin'!" Adam laughs. "And those blue Superman briefs, gonna' want
them back sometime soon Aaron."

"All things are negotiable Adam," I respond, as I pull up in front of
my parent's house.



He hops out on the passenger side and comes around behind his old car.
And as he gets close to me, he reaches down, grabs my ass and says,
"Your butt is mine baby from now on. I'll pick ya' up right out here
at 7:00pm on Thursday. Be hungry and horny and we'll see if we can make
it through a medium combo pizza without ripping each other's clothes
off, OK Aaron?"

"Sounds like a plan to me."

He wiggles his ass in his driver's seat, then gives me a shit-faced,
evil grin and says, "Someone's been sittin' here and I can feel their
cute little boy butt cheeks makin' a dent in my seat."

"Well, since apparently it's your butt now Adam, I figured I'd give
you something to remember it by til Thursday."

He laughs and says, "If you saw my cock strainin' against the zipper of
my pants right now, you'd know I don't need much more than that to
remember ya' by `til Thursday!"

He gives his old car three quick revs and then takes off into the
darkness.



Hmm, Thursday... just past hump day. Always liked that day of the week. I
smile and head up the steps to my parent's front door.





"Are you having dinner with your Mother and me this evening Aaron?"

"Uh, no Dad. Not tonight. My friend Adam is picking me up to go and have
pizza with him to say thanks for helping him out with his old car last
Sunday."

"That's Adam Blanchard, right Aaron?"

"Yes Dad, that's right."

"Your Mother and I were talking about that this morning. He's a good
bit older than you, isn't he?"

"Uhm, yeah... I guess so. I got to talking with him in Fullerton's Drug
Store. And he was asking me about Algonquin College and the Design
Program. He's a pretty nice guy."

"Your Mom mentioned that to me. He offered to take you out for driving
lessons so you'd hopefully be able to get your license before starting
school in September. Have I got that right?"

"Yes Dad. Is that OK with you?"

"Does he have insurance and how old is his car Aaron?"

"I don't know."

"Well, when he comes to pick you up, I want to meet him to look at his
car and have a little talk with him."

"OK Dad. He said he'd be here around 7:00pm to pick me up and then
we're going to El Paso's on Buell Street after that."





It's 7:05pm and I hear Adam's car idling roughly outside.  He honks the
horn and rolls down the window on the passenger side, staring at our
front door and waiting for me to come out to meet him.

"Go out there and tell Adam that I have beer in the fridge and that I
want to speak with him out back on the patio before you two head off for
pizza Aaron," Richard says, as he stares out the living room window at
Adam's old car.

"But Dad, I don't know if he made a reservation for dinner and it's
already past 7:00pm now."

"I don't believe that was a question. Now, you go out there and do what
I tell you young man."

I look at him and start to get nervous about what he might say to Adam.

"Yes Dad."

"And don't look all concerned there. I'm not going to bite his head
off. I just want to find out what kind of insurance he has on that old
car of his and just how safe it is. Frankly, I'm fine if he wants to
take you on and teach you how to drive. I don't think I want to have to
go through that again, after you backed my car up into Mrs. Elliot's
garbage cans when you attempted to back it out onto King Street without
checking the rear-view mirror first. I had a lot of explaining to do to
her and had to promise her four new garbage cans after that little
episode. If he has the patience to deal with you behind the wheel, then
it will save me having a stroke and going bankrupt when you are on the
road."

"Gee Dad. Thanks for the vote of confidence."

He laughs at me.

Just then Adam blows his horn two more times and Richard says, "Go out
there and tell him to stop blowing his damned horn! This is a quiet
street and the neighbors are nosy old busybodies.  Besides, he'll wake
up your Mother and she has another midnight shift at the Hospital to get
through tonight. I want to see him. He can turn his car off and come
around to the back patio for a few minutes. I promise I won't give him
the `Spanish Inquisition' interrogation. Your Mother will soon be up
and I just want to have a few words with him before she comes downstairs.
Now go out there and tell him to come around to the back and I'll have a
cold beer waiting for him. Go now Aaron."

"Yes Dad."



I get up to his car and Adam says to me, "Jeezus Aaron, do ya' always
hafta' take so long to get ready babe?"  Then he leans over to open up
the passenger door until I say to him, "Uh, not so fast Adam. My Dad
said to tell you he wants to see you and talk to you about driving your
car. He told me to tell you to stop blowing your horn and come around to
the back patio to have a beer with him. He's waiting now for you and me,
so turn off your car and let's go see him, OK?"

If there was ever a `deer in the headlights' look that could be truly
be conveyed in a photograph, the one Adam was giving me at that moment
would have been the classic one to capture. Capture being the perfect
word in this instance.

"Uh, OK, cookie."  He turns his old car off and grabs his keys out of
the ignition and slowly gets out the driver's side, standing there,
unsure of what's about to happen next.

"And for God's sake... don't call me cookie in front of him!"

"Gimme' some credit here Aaron. That's just for when you and I get
naked and are alone together, and when I get to stick my big, hairy dude
piston up inside ya'."

Oh God!



Then I take a few seconds to take a good look at him.  Freshly showered
and shaved, with a nice-fitting pair of dark blue jeans and what looks to
be a brand new starched and ironed white cotton, button-down shirt on, he
looks like he just stepped out of a Simpsons Sear's catalogue.

"Told ya' I cleaned up pretty nice, didn't I Aaron? You look pretty
cute yourself there."

"How did you know what I was thinking just now?"

"Told ya' babe. Your eyes give you away every time. Now let's go and
meet your Dad and get this over with."





 I lead the way up the driveway beside the house and Blackjack is right
there waiting for me to open the gate. Dad is sitting on one of the
chairs around the table and I see three open bottles of `Molson
Canadian' sitting out ready for whatever he is about to say to Adam and
me.



"Adam Blanchard... Last time I think I saw you, you were about fourteen
years old, and with your Mother at the Hospital.  Welcome. Nice to see
you again. Give Delphine my best regards when you see her and come on
over and have a beer."

"Hello Mr. Christie. Good to meet you sir. My Mom says nice things about
you and Mrs. Christie. You all work down at the Psychiatric together."
Adam then bends down to pet Brock Vegas Blackjack, who is sniffing around
his feet.

"That's right Adam. Ah... I see Blackjack has warmed up to you already.
Dogs are good judges of people and character. I trust Blackjack better
than I do most folks I know. He was given to Aaron as a Christmas present
by his older sister Ariana and her husband Warren. How old were you Aaron
when we got Blackjack?"

"Uh, I think I was either seven or eight back then."

"She's slowing up these days and not as active as she used to be. Guess
the same can be said for all of us," Dad says, and then laughs. "I have
a beer here with your name on it Adam. Come and sit down for a few
minutes. Do you have a reservation for dinner?"

"No sir. El Paso's is pretty quiet on a week night. I figured we'd
just take our chances and drop in for a pizza. It shouldn't be a
problem. I think they close at 9:00pm though."

"Well son, I won't be keeping you here until then. So have a seat and
let's talk about these driving lessons. And Aaron, you just sit there
and pretend to be a statue the way Sister St. Francesca made you do in
that third grade play. You have a way of making things all about you. And
this one time, you're going to be quiet and let me get to know Adam a
bit better here. You got that young man?"

"Awww Dad!"



Adam laughs at Dad's remark and my reaction.  I think Dad is trying to
put him at ease. He's actually pretty good at making people relax and
feel good about themselves.

Dad laughs at me and says, "You didn't notice. But there's a third
beer on the table here and it isn't for Blackjack either. Since you
turned legal drinking age last year, I figured it was high time to start
offering you liquor legally instead of having you steal it from the
locked box down in the basement. I know you've watered down the Scotch
and your Mom's Tequila to make it look like the bottles weren't touched
before. So, no more of that. Now you just sit there and don't you say
one word until I finish with Adam here. Understand?"

"Yes Dad."

I try not to roll my eyes. Then I call Blackjack over to pet him in a
valiant and ultimately futile attempt to distract my Dad.



"So, Adam... this car of yours. Mrs. Christie tells me that Aaron here
had to help you on Sunday because it broke down on you on Perth Street?"

"Uh, well... yes sir. It's been giving me some trouble lately. But I
took it over to Gerry at Prentice ESSO and he fixed it up for me. It
should be OK now sir."

"You took it over or had it towed over Adam?"



Adam is scarlet red in the face at this point and I can see him shifting
uncomfortably in his chair.  He takes a swig of beer and then says to
Richard, "Well sir. Uhm, I had to have it towed."

"I see. You say you think it's safe now to drive though. Have I got
that right?

"Yes sir."

"I saw it outside when you pulled up and started to honk the horn for
Aaron. By the way Adam, don't do that again with the horn honking. It's
a quiet street here. From now on you park it in the driveway and come on
up to the front door and feel free to come inside anytime here. I'm sure
your Mom raised you better than that. You're not some hippie that has a
van with shag carpet in the back driving up and down King Street and
roaming the countryside now are you?"

I can't believe my Dad just used the word hippie...

"No sir. I suppose I'm not sir."

"I didn't think so. And it's going to be either Mister Christie or
Richard and not sir from now on. You're making me feel like I'm
interviewing you for a job here. Now, relax and tell me just how good a
condition this car of yours is really in and how many miles it has on it
and whether you have full insurance coverage to let Aaron here drive
it."

"Well sir... err, that is Mr. Christie, it's a 1967 Ambassador my Mom
gave to me to drive when she got her new car. It used to belong to my Dad
before, well... before he went out west."

"Yes Adam. Mrs. Christie and I remember those times with Delphine. But
let's focus on your car for now though, shall we? Continue please."

"Last time I looked at the odometer, it had around 93,900 miles on it.
And I have a $500.00 deductible with comprehensive coverage, personal
liability and property damage for me and any occasional driver I let
drive it. Just so long as I am with them in the car when they do."

"You're how old again Adam?"

"I'm twenty-seven Mr. Christie."

"Your insurance must be costing you around $350.00 a year, given your
age and the fact you are a relatively young man. That's almost more than
what I estimate the value of what your car is. Are you absolutely sure
you want to take on the risk and let my boy here drive it?"

"Well Mr. Christie, I think he's pretty responsible, and I'll make
sure he doesn't do anything stupid or reckless when I take him out. That
is, if you'd be willing to let me teach him how to drive."

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Last time I took him out in my
car, he managed to run over four metal garbage cans, and we had to clean
up the mess in front of Mrs. Elliott's place over on Cedar Street. Cost
me $37.00 and a trip to Smart's Pro Hardware to get her some new ones!"

Adam lets loose with a huge laugh and my Dad looks over at me and smiles.

"OK Adam. Better you than me. Take him out anytime you like. Just bring
him back in one piece though. That's all I ask."

I couldn't be more embarrassed. And then Adam looks over and says to me,
"Next time Aaron, aim for the plastic garbage cans. They don't make as
loud a noise when you hit them and won't dent the car so badly either."

Dad was taking a swig from his beer bottle, and when he heard what Adam
said to me, his face turned red and he started to choke and almost fell
off his chair laughing.



"Well, well. What's going on out here? Sounds like a party and someone
forgot to invite me," my Mom says, as she stands in the kitchen door
surveying the scene playing out in front of her.

"Viv, I hope we didn't wake you up just now. You remember little,
well... not so little anymore Adam Blanchard don't you?"

"I do indeed. So nice to see you outside of Fullerton's and away from
that prescription counter Adam. How are you? And, how is your Mother?"
Mom says, while assessing Adam from head to toe with a direct unblinking
stare.

"She's doing just fine Mrs. Christie. And things are good with me too.
Thanks for asking."

"I'm glad I caught you just now Adam. Aaron sometimes has a selective
memory and tends to forget things I want him to pass on. Did he tell you
we were hoping to have you over for dinner here sometime soon when you
have a day off from Fullerton's?"

"Yes ma'am, he did."

"Good then. You check your schedule at the store for the next couple of
weeks and get back to us with a couple of times please. I trust you like
red meat," Mom says, while raising one eyebrow.

"I'd like that. Thanks very much Mrs. Christie."

"It's `Vivienne' Adam. But do feel free to call me `Viv when you
come over here."

"Uh, yes... err, Viv. I'll try to remember that."





Adam hops into his car and immediately heaves a sigh of relief.  I'm
beside him and see a couple of shiny sweat beads on his forehead.  "Well
Adam, you can't blame me this time for those sexy beads of sweat on your
face. Can I lick them off you before we go into the restaurant?"

"Settle down there Aaron! I don't need to be gettin' a full hard-on,
boned-up erection sittin' right out here in front of your parent's
house! So, do you think I passed inspection OK back there?"

"I'm pretty sure my Dad made his mind up to like you before you even
came to pick me up tonight. He isn't really so intimidating now to you
is he?"

"Nope. He's a pretty decent guy. Your Mom though, she's gonna' take a
bit of time to warm up to. And by the way, trust me... she already knows
I'm banging her little boy. Like I told ya' babe, Moms always know
these things. It's like they have `Mom Radar' or can smell it off us
or something."

"Well whatever she thinks, she's just going to have to get used to
being less protective and allowing me to have a life of my own... and on
my terms too. She's always hovered over me and I know she thinks she's
going to lose me when I start school. Maybe if you could spend some time
over here and maybe offer to help out with her with her back garden, she
might come to see that while things are going to change soon, maybe some
of those changes could be good for all of us."

"OK. Sure thing. I can do that. No problem."

"Now, let's just hope this cocksuckin' shitbox excuse of a car of mine
doesn't embarrass me and starts up without too much protest so we can
still grab that pizza over at El Paso's. I'm fuckin' starving here. It
felt like old Mrs. Fullerton was grilling me for a job interview just
now. Fuck baby, pressure like that makes me hungry and horny. First the
food and then we'll see what pops up after that. OK cookie boy?"



"You look really nice this evening. I can't believe someone as
good-looking as you likes me."

"Aww, Aaron... you have no idea. If you could only see what I see. I
wantcha' to take a good long look at yourself in a mirror. You make me
laugh and surprise me all the time. And I get hard every time I'm close
to you. It's all I can do not to grab you and rip your clothes off ya'.
We have what's called `chemistry' baby. And you can't buy that in any
drug store I know of. And after all, I aughta' know."



Luckily, his old Ambassador coughs, then starts up for him on the second
turn of his key. I'm sure Dad is listening to hear him drive off.
"Don't rev the engine or squeal the tires. Dad will be listening and I
don't want him rethinking you taking me out for driving lessons, OK?"

"Ya' mean revving like this Aaron?" he says teasingly while giving his
car two quick boots to the pedal.

"Jeez'. Sorry I even mentioned it now."

Adam laughs and squeezes my left thigh.  Finally, we head off for dinner.





"Viv, can I make you a coffee, now that you're up?"

"No Richard. I've just put some Grenadine into my glass for a Tequila
Sunrise."

"That stuff doesn't mix well with the Valium and Elavil you've been
taking."

"Oh Richard, don't lecture me again about mixing alcohol and drugs.
Ariana called me today and gave me another story about how Warren is
behind on the rent at the store and owes his suppliers and creditors more
than $37,000.00 in outstanding accounts. I just don't know what to say
to her about the situation. I know I've said this a hundred times
before. But what did she expect when she married him? We both knew it was
a mistake at the time.  She had a good future with the bank and she gave
it all up for a man with barely a grade nine education and limited
prospects on the job front. Now look at where they're at. What are they
going to do?"

"Viv, there's something I haven't told you. We've been discussing
putting this place up on the market and moving into that new apartment
building on Church Street that's going up where the old Notre Dame
convent is standing now. With Aaron heading off to College and Blackjack
now getting older, you and I agreed to sell the house and use some of
that money to finance Aaron's education and have some fun in our
remaining years with the balance."

"Yes, yes, yes, Richard. Tell me something I don't already know."

"I'm getting to it Vivienne. It seems that Warren has a friend who is
on the St. Francis Xavier Church Committee. Someone who has access to the
list of potential tenants expressing interest in putting a reserve in on
those seniors apartments, once the building is completed and ready for
occupancy in 1980. As well, he somehow found out that we've talked to
Paul Saunderson from Royal Lepage Real Estate. And he called me last week
and asked to come and speak with me at the Hospital."

"Go on Richard."

"Well, he had the nerve to ask me if I'd consider selling the house to
him because they were going to have the Bailiff come to lock him out of
the store in the Mall for outstanding rent and the percentage
profit-sharing he has to pay them on an annual basis. And get this! He
asked me to hold the mortgage for him on the sale of this place so he
could set up shop here and carry on with his painting contracting
business, selling paint and wallpaper out of the house!"

"It's worse than I thought."

"I almost kicked him out of my office, I was so angry. Imagine the gall
of him expecting me, at my age and with less than a year to retirement to
hold his mortgage and bail him out."

"Why didn't you mention this to me before now?"

"Viv honey, I know you've been depressed with having to accept that
Aaron is leaving home soon and is almost an adult with his education
plans locked down and a life stretching out ahead of him. We both love
him... maybe at times too much... you're trying to deal with him. And Viv,
I just didn't want you to have to be hit with this at the same time."

"We share everything Richard. We always have. The good and the bad."



"Then Viv, it's high time we deal with a few more blunt things that
should have been said between us a long time ago since we're getting
into this now."



"We've both known about Aaron for a long time. I think you've known
since he was three years old. I'm Roman Catholic and try to follow the
Church teachings. But both you and I know about his sexuality. And I'll
say this to you right now. I love our boy and God made him the way he is,
not you or I. Whatever Pope Paul VI and that damned Monsignor O'Neill at
St. Francis Xavier have to say from the pulpit about the damnations of
Hell awaiting so-called perverts and sexual deviants, I don't accept
that for one damned single minute! I well remember that `old fart'
O'Neill pontificating to me when Ariana wanted to marry Warren in the
Catholic Church years ago. Telling me that if she was on birth control
pills or pregnant, and if Warren refused to agree to raise their children
as Catholic, he would refuse to marry them at St. Francis Xavier. He's
lucky I didn't punch him in the face at the time. Questioning my only
daughter's virginity and having the nerve to say that to my face. I told
him right then and there that Ariana was my child and a virgin and how
dare he make such a comment to me. Me! An upstanding member of his Parish
for over twenty years back then and a long-time member of the choir as
well. When I think of all the money I put into his collection plate over
the years, and at times when we could ill afford it too. Well, for him to
say something like that to me. My faith in the Catholic Church was sorely
tested back then Viv. And I refuse to believe that our boy Aaron is an
affront in the eyes of God and will burn forever in Hell."



"Uh, Richard, Ariana had more to say to me during our little chat this
morning. I think I'd better help you here to fill in a couple of missing
pieces from what Warren and Ariana haven't said to you."

 "Go on... "

"Ariana told me that Warren and his friend Carl at the Mall saw Aaron
leaving work one night recently with what they labelled `a known
homosexual'. It must have been that young man he's been hanging around
with who works in the women's wear department of Woolco, Robert Pierce.
You remember him, don't you Richard? When Aaron first started working
for Warren, he and Robert started to have lunch together and he's been
over here to the house a couple of times. Then Ariana proceeded to tell
me that Warren and Carl were both testing Aaron to find out if he was gay
by standing around him and rubbing their crotches to see if he would
stare at them!"

"What!"

"I'm not done quite yet."

"You mean to tell me there's more?"

"Unfortunately, yes. Ariana said to me that if we sent Aaron off to
college and paid for his expenses, he wouldn't last through the first
semester. That he would be wasting our money and we would be encouraging
and supporting a deviant lifestyle, because she and Warren knew he was a
homosexual."



"I can't hear any more of this! Disgusting!. A sister turning against
her brother this way. This is wrong and goes against everything we taught
that girl. That is, before she married that damned Warren. Aaron can't
know about any of this!"

"I agree Richard. We'll handle Ariana and Warren together and of course
support Aaron here. But you need to know, I promised Ariana last week
that Aaron would continue to work for Warren right up to when he has to
start school. That was, of course before she called me today. I told
Aaron this and he is expecting to go up to the Mall tomorrow afternoon to
help Warren. How can we let him go now knowing that Warren and that fat
friend of his Carl from the `Radio Shack' have been tormenting him and
being so crude and ignorant? It just makes me physically sick to think
that a brother-in-law would even think about trying to entice a family
member into propositioning someone they know over money."

Richard pauses for a long moment and reflects on what Vivienne has just
said to him and then says, "Viv, Aaron is going to have to learn how to
face ignorant and cruel people and stand up for himself sooner rather
than later. We're going to let him continue to work there for the next
month. I'll keep an eye on him. And, if Warren says or does anything
more to bait Aaron in any way, he'll be answering to me. I have a
sneaking suspicion that Warren is a coward beneath that smug façade.
I'll cut him off completely to help Ariana regain some element of
control in their marriage and tell him exactly what I think of him if he
makes one more stupid, wrong move until Aaron heads off in September.
I've been looking for an excuse to give Warren a piece of my mind for a
long, long time. Trust me Viv. If it wasn't for those two little
grandchildren he somehow managed to produce, I swear that Warren would be
out on the street for the crap he's handed Ariana and this family from
the time they married."



"OK Richard. But on another subject... what are we going to do about this
Adam Blanchard business?"

"For the moment, absolutely nothing. I'm not going to get into a long
discussion with you about this tonight. This will be a conversation we
save for another time and place. I have a lot of thoughts on the matter.
And I want to hear yours too. I think you and I should go out for dinner,
just the two of us this weekend or next and get everything we're
thinking out in the open between us. But for the moment, Aaron is happy
and Adam is a good young man. We both know that. Adam has had a tough
life. But he is a good boy. We could be having to cope with much worse."



"Viv, I have a thought here. His Mother Delphine is a smart and
intuitive woman. Maybe you and she could go out and have lunch together
sometime. I'd like to hear what she has to say about Adam and what seems
to be developing here between our two boys. But for now let's just try
to keep Aaron focused on September as best we can, shall we honey? And
who knows? Things may well sort themselves out either before or soon
after he leaves home here. After all, Ottawa and Brockville are miles
apart in more ways than one."

"I knew there was some good reason I married you Richard. Years ago at
the time I thought it was just purely physical and being that it was
1947, right after the end of the war. That, and of course getting
pregnant with Ariana and then having to marry you for the sake of my
reputation. But there are many layers to you and I've come to love them
all over the years."

Richard grins and responds, "I just liked your legs and `tush' Viv.
The rest came later honey."





"Sure as hell glad he didn't wanna' go out to really take a good look
at my old car baby." Adam says to me, as he slouches down in his seat,
spreads his legs and heads down Pearl Street on our way to the
restaurant. "Am having conflicting thoughts here about whether I'm more
hungry or horny at the moment. What about you Aaron?"

"Yes and yes."

Adam chuckles and then says, "We're gonna' take a little detour and
head down to Blockhouse Island baby. Have ya' ever watched the submarine
races down there, just after dark?"

"Uh, if they're submarines, then wouldn't they be under the water?"

"You're startin' to catch on there cookie boy."



Once we get there, he pulls his old car into a parking spot facing west
into the fading sunset on the St. Lawrence River and kills the engine.
Then he looks carefully around at any other cars and pulls me over to
him, leans back and spreads his long legs and starts kissing me while
taking my hand to rub his big, furry pube basket until I spot a pre-cum
stain starting to seep through the denim.

"Up periscope!" Adam laughs, and then gives me one of his suggestive
grins as his big cock comes to life.

"Just hadta' do that baby. If I'd had to sit across from you with a
big, fuckin hard-on' in the restaurant, we both woulda' gotten kicked
out for sure. Now let's head on over to El Paso's and chew on something
besides each other."



El Paso's Restaurant is just across from where the new Post Office was
built in the late `sixties.  A block away is the Public Library and St.
Francis Xavier Church is right around the corner.  Dad and I used to go
to El Paso's every Sunday after Church and have cinnamon toast. That's
a special memory of mine. Down the street from El Paso's is Manoll's
Fish and Chips where they still wrap them in newspaper. It's still the
best place in town for fresh-cut french fries.

"Heya' Louie. Looks like a quiet night for ya' here this evening. Have
you got a table for two for a medium combination and a bottle of red
Chianti?"

"I assume your young friend there has some ID on him for the wine
Adam?"

"Yes Louie. Do you need to see it?" I respond.

"Nah kid. Just so long as you have it and Adam says you're over
eighteen, then it's all OK with me."

"He's legal Louie. It's all good. You know his Mom and Dad, Mr. and
Mrs. Christie from the Hospital."

"Oh yes. That's good then. Take a table and I'll be back for your
order in a couple of minutes."

"At the window or in the back Aaron? Which do ya' prefer?"

"How about in the back. I'd really like to talk and get to know you
better, if that's OK with you."

"Tonight's all about you Aaron baby. Whatever ya' like cookie." Adam
leads the way to a table, and Louie brings over the wine and a couple of
glasses. "A medium combo Louie, please."



"So what great mysteries do ya' wanna' know about me there Aaron?"

"Well, Adam. When did you first realize you liked boys rather than
girls?"

"Jeezus baby! You go right for the knockout punch, dontcha'. Why not
just start out by asking me where I went to school and what my birthday
is?" he says laughingly.

"OK. So when is your birthday?"

"October 19th. Same day. Every year."

"What year Adam?"

"1951 babe."

"Where did you go to school?"

"Uhm,  in Brockville... hello?" He chuckles and replies.

"Aaron, I'm not so great with twenty questions. So, why dontcha' just
relax there and I'll tell you a little bit about me while you drink some
more of that wine there. Will that work for ya'?"

"Sounds good to me."



"Like I told ya' already, it's just my Mom and me here in town. She
lives over on Broadway Crescent. And that's where I grew up and went to
school. First to Commonwealth on Pearl Street, and then to Brockville
Collegiate across from Victoria Park. Mom has an older sister out around
Nanaimo B.C. on Vancouver Island. She lives in a commune out there with a
bunch of people and does yoga and is a vegan. Mom hasn't seen her in
years. But they still talk on the phone every once in a while. That's
about all we have left in the way of family."

He pauses for a second, and then decides to continue. "I'm know I'm
gettin' kinda' intense here, since we just met and all. But ya' know
Aaron baby, I don't mind tellin' ya' it was real tough for my Mom and
me when my Dad disappeared. I don't remember that much about him
anymore. Just that he and Mom yelled a lot at each other. And that she
cried a lot whenever he stormed outta' the house on her. Just that and
he really wasn't at home much at all either. Most of the rest I've
managed to block outta' my memory. He disappeared in 1967 when I was
around sixteen. And she got a divorce from him in 1972 when she found out
where he was and was able to serve him with papers from her lawyer. I
guess I was around twenty-one back then. The last time either of us heard
anything about him, he was supposed to be still out somewhere in Alberta.
And that's about all we ever wanted ta' know."



Then he turns his attention onto me. "Uhm, am I allowed to ask you
questions here too Aaron? Or is this going to be the `Adam Blanchard
Monologue'?"

"Of course you can ask me questions Adam. What do you want to know?"

"Well, for a start... when did `you' first realize `you' liked boys
rather than girls?"

"Oh! That's an easy one to answer. The very first time I saw you in
Fullerton's."

"Real smooth there cookie boy. And the right answer too!" he says and
laughs. "But seriously though Aaron, how are you feeling about leaving
Brockville and heading up to Ottawa to start College in September?"

"I was being serious with my first answer about boys and girls Adam!"

"Yeah right."



"Well... as for Algonquin and the Interior Design Program, I have to
admit it's been a big decision to go back to school. And I'm really
scared to fail because I don't think there's any turning back, once I
move up to Ottawa."



"You do realize how lucky you are for your parents to be giving you this
opportunity, dontcha' babe?  My Mom got me through high school and then
one year of pharmacy assistant training before money started to run
short. I had to drop outta' training at the end of 1970. And it was old
Mrs. Fullerton who stepped in to hire me at Fullerton's. I've been
there with her ever since. That was back in '72... five years ago."

"Have you ever wanted to go back to finish your training?"

"I keep on hoping for something to happen Aaron. There's gotta' be
something more ahead for me than where I am just now. Gotta' admit
though, meeting you has made me think things might be turning around and
there's more to life for me than just a dead-end job and a shitbox old
car that costs more to keep on the road than what it's worth. Let's
finish the wine here and pizza. Louis is lookin' kinda' sleepy over in
the corner there and I think I maybe might wanna' take ya' on back to
my place for a while. Would you like to see my little place above Mr. and
Mrs. Nicholson's garage baby?"

"Sure Adam. Let's go soon. Whenever you're ready there."





"Aaron! Awww Man! Fuck baby! You're drunk!"

"Am not Adam!" I slur.

"Aaron! You practically fell up the stairs getting into my apartment in
those platform shoes of yours. And now you're laid out on my bed,
spread-eagle. Like, how in the fuck am I gonna' explain this to your Mom
and Dad?"

"Uhm, didn't fall up the stairs... uh, fell off my shoes. Mmm... Nice and
comfy bed. Smells just like you. Mind if I get under the covers?"

"Fuck Aaron! You sure are a cheap drunk. Am making you some strong
coffee right now. Get your butt out of my bed before I come in there and
pull ya' out of there right now!"

"Nope!  You're going to have to come in to get me!"

"Jeezus fuckin' Christ Aaron! Your Dad's never gonna' forgive me for
gettin' ya' drunk baby!"

"Is the room supposed to be spinning around like this Adam?"

"Fuckin' fuck, fuck, fuck! Don't you dare get sick in my bed Aaron!
This really isn't funny!"

"I'm going to sleep now. `Nite Adam."



Adam stands over me with his hands on his hips, then rubs his hand
through his hair in total and complete frustration and exasperation.

Think Adam! Think!



"Whoever this is on the phone, it's 11:30pm at night! You'd better be
dying, or you soon will be if this is a wrong number!"

"Uh, Mr. Christie sir, it's Adam Blanchard calling."

"Adam? What's wrong? Where is Aaron? Why haven't you brought him home
yet? I have to drop Vivienne off at the Hospital in ten minutes to start
her shift. Did your car break down again? Are you two stuck somewhere?
Did you have an accident? Is Aaron OK? Are you OK? Adam. Talk to me.
Adam... where is Aaron?"

"Well sir, it's like this. Uhm, Aaron doesn't drink much, does he?"

"What the hell kind of a question is that to be asking me at this hour
of the night? Where are you calling from Adam? What exactly is going
on?"

"Well Mr. Christie. You know he had a beer before we headed out to El
Paso's."

"Yes and...?"

"Well sir, we had a bottle of wine with pizza. And then he wanted to see
my place here above Mr. and Mrs. Nicolson's garage."

"Yes, yes Adam. Skip the saga. Where are you both now? Are you both
safe? Are you at your place now? Is he all right?"

"Uh, well... Mr. Christie sir. He kinda' fell up the stairs here in
those `disco platform shoes' of his and then started to deny he'd had
too much wine and beer to drink this evening. Then he climbed into my bed
and told me to wake him up in the morning."



Richard is laughing on the other end of the phone line and says, "Boy oh
boy! I wished I could have seen that Adam! The kid's as big a lush as
his Mom!"

"I'm really sorry sir I let this happen. I think I can carry him back
down the stairs here and load him back into my car and bring him home. I
feel real bad about this Mr. Christie. I hope you're not angry at me for
letting him get drunk."

"Adam! I'm actually finding this whole story to be hilarious. How about
we let him sleep it off there and then he can make his way home himself
in the morning? It'll teach him hopefully to be a bit more careful with
his liquor in the future. Just dump him on your sofa there and go to bed
and don't give this a second thought. I remember doing much worse myself
when I was his age. He's growing up and will have to learn how to deal
with the ramifications of his behaviour and actions when he moves to
Ottawa.  Let this be a lesson for him he hopefully won't soon forget.
Can you cope with him for one night there?"

"That's not a problem at all sir."

"Adam. I told you to stop calling me sir. Now just make sure he doesn't
wind up shoeless or worse out on the street there and we'll forget this
ever happened. And one thing more... not a word to his Mother about this.
You got that Adam?"

"Yes Mr. Christie I do. And thanks. I'm really sorry about this."

"Aww, forget about it Adam. This isn't your fault. We all have to do
these things to in order to learn from them. I'll bet you got drunk at
his age as well. I'll be laughing to myself about this tomorrow when I
see how badly hung-over he is.  Maybe I'll make him mow the lawn first
thing when he comes in the door. You can take care of him until he
stumbles home here tomorrow morning. Later Adam. Sleep `tight.' Aaron
certainly will!"



Once off the phone with my Dad, he walks into his bedroom to find me
lying sprawled cross-wise across the entire bed with my head under a
pillow. "Fuck!" he murmurs to himself. My cock's gettin' hard here
just thinkin' about hopping in there with you baby. But, that's just
not gonna' happen tonight. Not with you passed-out. I won't take
advantage of you that way Aaron.



Time to get those clothes off you though.

First, the disco shoes offa' my quilt.

One... two... the shoes come off, and he tosses them onto the floor.

Next... that tight fittin' shirt.

It lands on the floor on top of the shoes.

Socks next.

They land in a heap beside the shirt and shoes.

And now those sexy, tight, white jeans babe.

Adam leans over the bed to undo my belt, and starts to unzip my pants.



"Holy fuck! He's wearin' my Superman underwear!" Adam exclaims out
loud and starts to laugh out loud.

Twenty seconds of a world Olympic record moment later, Adam is completely
naked in bed beside me, hard as a rock with his big, hairy cock shoved up
tight against my butt and his arm tightly wrapped protectively around me.

"Sleep tight cookie butt."

Not exactly sure how much sleep I'm gonna' get here. But I don't give
a fuck about that at the moment. Cuddling with you is gonna' be just
what I'm lookin' for tonight. Sleep can wait for you, Adam Blanchard.
Then he nestles as closely as possible to me, smiles and eventually falls
into a warm, sleepy erotic haze.