Date: Tue, 6 Aug 2019 11:25:09 -0700 From: JustMe Subject: Jackson Pt 4 The following story is fiction. It involves scenes of a sexual nature between an adult man and a teenage boy. If this is not your thing, please move along. I want to give special recognition to the blog, https://speedychopslover.blogspot.com/ for the inspiration for this story. If you enjoy having this resource, please consider a donation to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. I wish I could say that once my regular equipment came back that I returned to being the man that I had been. But something had changed. I still loved my wife and found her physically attractive, but now I found my thoughts wandering to the men I encountered throughout the days, thoughts of what they hid inside of their pants and how that would feel inside of me. I knew in time that those feelings would fade. What I didn't know was how my brain would betray me, subtlety leading me to another experience with cunt juice. Jackson began to act strangely. At first I didn't see him for a while, but then I would notice him hiding and looking at me. At times I would look up and notice him staring at me, only for him to suddenly turn away and walk back into the house. I was a little worried that maybe he regretted what we had done or that he felt weird about it. I also realized that I, as the adult, had full responsibility for what had occurred. Still, I wasn't feeling any regret. If anything, it was just the opposite. I was, however, worried that Jackson might be having second thoughts and want to talk to someone about it. I certainly didn't want him to tell his dad or one of his friends what we had done. One day as I was working in my garage I looked up again to see Jackson in front of his house, once again just looking at me. Before he could duck back into the house I called out to him. "Jackson, come here! I want to talk to you" He reluctantly turned around and came walking toward me, his head down, not really looking at me. When he finally reached me, I started to talk. "Look, Jackson, you've been acting different lately. Is there something we need to talk about?" "No, Greg" he said, trying to avoid having a conversation with me. "I've seen you several times staring at me when you think I can't see you. You used to come over all of the time but you haven't been over here once since that Friday. I just want to make sure that you are alright and that you aren't mad at me for what we did. And that if you regret it, I understand, and it doesn't necessarily mean anything. It was really just a one time thing." "Mad at you? Oh no, Greg, I'm not mad at you. And I don't regret it either. The only thing you said that makes me feel bad is that it would be a one time thing." "Then why are you avoiding me, Jackson? Why do you stare at me in the shadows and turn tail as soon as you realize that I see you?" "I've just been having these feelings toward you. I want to be around you. I want to hold you and kiss you like I did before, on that day." "I was a bit baffled and hoping that Jackson wasn't saying to me what it sounded like. I had a question for him, but I wanted to be careful with my wording "What you are feeling, is that for me, or for the me that you saw on that day, they one who had something that I very much do not intend to become?" "No Greg, it's you. I've actually felt this way about you for a while, for like two years. When you asked me if I was gay I didn't exactly tell you the truth. I guess I haven't really decided yet whether I am or not, but I do know that I have these feelings for you and that you are a man and I guess that makes me gay?" He continued "That day we got together was awesome because I was finally able to be close to you. To be honest, I was a little disappointed that you decided to take the CJ because I really wanted to know what it felt like to be under you, to have you inside of me." I listened in shock as I heard what Jackson was saying to me. It wasn't that I was horrified that he was gay or even that he had emotions for me. It was the realization that I had taken advantage of him, though unintentionally, and made this much harder for him than it should have been. I wasn't really ready to talk to him, but I felt like I had to say something. Before I could, though, he said. "I understand you can't feel the same way toward me, really, I do. And I really want to get back to the way things were with you before. I would do anything to be able to do with you again what we did before. But if we can't, it will be ok. I just don't want you to be mad at me. I don't want you to hate me for being who I am and feeling how I do." "Hate you? No, Jackson, no, I don't hate you. I'm not even mad at you. To be honest, I am a little mad at myself for bringing you into this and making it much harder for you." "No, Greg! Even if we never get to be together again like that, trust me, I wouldn't trade it for anything." "Ok, well, I think maybe we both have a little bit to think about. For what it's worth, I also enjoyed spending that day with you. What happened was so unexpected to me. How about we give it a few days and talk again? I think it's something we can work through." "Sure thing, Greg, thanks" he beamed, and then strolled off back toward his house. I really did intend for that to be the end of it. I wasn't sure how deep Jackson's feelings were for me but I knew that it wouldn't be fair to him to keep something going considering not only that I was married to a woman, but that he was still a teenager who had, at minimum, developed a crush on me. However, as I indicated before, my emotions got the better of me and before I could think to nip it in the bud, my mind had wandered back to that place where I unexpectedly almost got fucked by my neighbor's son.