Chapter Twenty Two
The two teens spent a blissful night together, sleeping with arms and legs intertwined. After awakening and running to the bathroom, they jumped back into bed.
They hugged, kissed, and pressed their crotches tightly together, resulting in a predictable effect: two erections yearning for satisfaction. Assuming a "sixty-nine" position, each was rewarded with a fantastic climax.
"What a wonderful way to start the day! I wish we could do it every morning."
"That will come, TJ. But, for now, let's savor what we have. Remember you said `Being apart makes our time together more precious?'"
"I did say that, didn't I? "Do you think we'll ever get tired of it? The sex, I mean. Maybe years from now, when we're living together, we'll have sex only a few times a week."
"Perhaps, but our love will grow stronger over time."
"I can't imagine being more in love!"
Neil answered with a kiss.
The boys dressed and went downstairs for a breakfast of oatmeal, juice and toast with jam. As they were finishing, Isabel appeared.
"Good morning, boys. If I knew you were up, I'd have fixed your meal."
"Hi!" both replied in unison.
"Neil and I are leaving to play tennis at the club. We'll have lunch there. We'll return in the afternoon."
"Then, you'll be home for dinner?"
Looking at each other the partners smiled, before TJ answered, "Actually, we have a better idea. We insist on taking you out for supper to show our gratitude and to enjoy your company."
The woman blushed, giggled, and, answered, "That's sweet, but I don't think you want an old lady along. Besides, I have a date at seven-thirty with my nephew, Ramon."
TJ was disappointed. He had looked forward to doing something nice for his "second mother". But, thinking more quickly, Neil interjected, "We'll make it a foursome, please ask him to join us."
TJ echoed the sentiment. "Great idea!"
Acting as a flustered, hesitant young maiden, she stated. "That's very kind; however two young men would have more fun without an old maid and her nephew."
"Nonsense! We would both enjoy your company and if Ramon is your nephew, he's sure to be as nice as you are."
Concentrating, while looking at the eighteen-year-old for several moments, she asked, "Has TJ told you about Ramon?"
"He mentioned he's a talented photographer who works for a small advertising agency and is adored by his aunt, which means he's special. I'm sure he will be delightful company. And finally, if this is what you're wondering, I know that he shares an apartment with a newspaper reporter and they happen to be gay."
The woman was quiet for a time, ignoring the younger boy's urging to accept their invitation. Finally, she looked from one to the other before saying, "Actually, I'd like you to meet him. Don't be offended, but you are still boys with much to learn. My nephew has experienced things you haven't. I want you to be happy together. However you're going to face some difficulties most young men don't. There may come a time when one or both of you will want to talk with a more knowledgeable individual such as Ramon."
The boys were silent for a brief moment, ingesting what they heard. She said nothing about the toxic environment that gays face or the inevitable emotional turmoil they would encounter when their relationship became known. However, both recognized her intent. Neither wanted to add anything, knowing it would violate the terms of their pledge.
TJ broke the silence, "Are you sure he would be willing to advise us?"
"Yes. I don't know the details, but he's mentioned "mentoring" others in similar situations. It's one of many reasons I'm proud of him!"
Looking at his second mother with tears in his eyes, TJ said, "I love you, you are a princess!"
"No," Neil corrected. "She's a goddess."
The object of their affection blushed, again, at the compliments, before replying,
Isabel blushed again at the compliments but turned serious and said, "I'll ask Ramon if he wants to accept your invitation to dinner. If he does, you must promise that you won't say anything during dinner that I should not hear. Remember, we have an agreement. There are some things I must not know."
The pair went up to TJ's room to get their tennis equipment.
Unlike their first match, the high school tennis star controlled the play. However, he was careful to win without embarrassing his weaker opponent.
Their after-match shower was also different. The two openly gazed at each other without fear. More significantly, they admired and respected the character and personality housed within the hot naked male body they were ogling. While their first shower had an aura of lust, this one was thoroughly imbued with an improbable but undeniable love.
The couple light heartedly chatted throughout lunch, as if they had known each other for years. At the conclusion of the meal TJ signed the check.
Returning home, the chirping teens greeted Isabel prior to running upstairs to change into their swim suits.
Neil was apprehensive about the skimpy speedo. "We're not alone this time! Suppose she looks out the window and sees me. This little thing barely covers up my..."
Bursting out with laughter, TJ chided, "Don't be so shy. She knows what males have. She's seen me in the pool a thousand times. She won't think it's unusual or obscene!"
Grudgingly, the older teen slipped on the speedo. While trying to push his pubic hair down under the fabric, he became agitated, complaining, "This won't do!"
"Wait here!" TJ laughed. He left the room and soon returned with a safety razor, shaving cream, and a wet towel. "This will fix the problem," he said. "Take off the swim suit and lay down on the bed."
Getting a `deer-in-the-headlights' look which revealed his latent panic, the frightened teen exclaimed, "You're going to shave me!"
"Yes. I do it to myself all the time. I'll remove just the visible hair. Trust me! You know I couldn't damage one of the best parts of you!"
Usually, Neil, being the older, more experienced partner, was the leader and his lover was the willing follower. However, those roles were, again, temporarily reversed. Reluctantly, he meekly submitted to the loss of a small part of his perceived masculinity.
TJ set to work, his thoughts centered on the task at hand. Not long ago, he would have obsessed over the sight of an attractive naked male body and fretted at the thought of being close to another's cock. Instead, he spread foam along the upper edges of his mate's pubes without stopping to realize how far he had grown -- from being frustrated and inhibited to being thoroughly at ease in such an intimate situation.
Neil watched as some of his thatch was effortlessly removed. His companion finished his work by wiping off the remaining lather. Gradually, Neil's anxiety faded away, which set the stage for what happened next.
Casually and without motivation, TJ fondled his pal's prick and balls, while saying, "There. I'm done. And, you're as beautiful down here as ever!"
The stimulation precipitated a swelling in the recipient's dick, which surprised them both. Without asking permission, the younger boy continued his leadership role, as he began sucking. The grateful Neil laid back to enjoy the unexpected turn of events.
TJ was soon rewarded with his second portion of liquid love for the day.
When Neil recovered, he said, "I expected only a shave, but I'm grateful for the extra treatment. May I return the favor?"
"You don't have to, my love. I'm delighted you enjoyed it. Put your suit on, we're going swimming."
Declining Neil's offer was evidence the relationship was maturing. The young boy was once a virgin who craved sexual intimacy and would have eagerly seized the opportunity for an orgasm. Now, however, he was happy and satisfied to have given his lover pleasure.
The couple laughed, frolicked in the water, spent time with more swimming lessons and lounged at poolside when they tired.
At one point, Isabel came out to say, "Ramon would love to join you for dinner, but he needs to know where to meet.
"There's a great little Italian place on Duke Street called The Tempo. Is that all right?"
"I've heard of it. But, isn't that too expensive?"
"Not at all. If you want low-priced, we could eat at Mcdonald's, but you deserve something special!
"TJ's right! We must go somewhere appropriate for the Goddess you are."
Blushing, the woman replied, "I'll call my nephew. What time should he be there?"
"Seven-thirty! That's the time you were going to meet him anyway. I'll call for a reservation. They may be crowded on a Friday night."
When TJ returned to the pool, he brought two tall glasses of Pepsi. The relaxing partners sipped their drinks while talking. They swam a little more, stopping around five o'clock. This left them sufficient time to bath and prepare for dinner.
They swam a little more but just after five o'clock they went into the house to shower off the chlorine and have plenty of time to get ready for dinner.
They showered together and took great pleasure in tenderly washing each other, which resulted in TJ getting hard. Neil knelt down, looking up at his boyfriend who smiled his approval. With warm water cascading down his back, the orgasm was so satisfying that his legs began to give away and he had to be steadied.
Once back in TJ's room, the elder fretted he hadn't brought the proper clothes for the occasion. Fortunately, TJ found a pair of chino trousers, a turtle-neck shirt, and shoes in his closet. Although the borrowed clothes did not fit perfectly, they were acceptable. A sport coat finished the ensemble.
"You're a mighty good-looking dude, my love ... even with clothes on!"
The boys then went downstairs. They sat in the family room chatting until Isabel appeared.
Neil jumped up, offered his arm, and said, "May I escort you to your carriage, Your Highness?"
The woman, unaccustomed to such deference and gallantry, giggled and sputtered, "Thank you, young sir."
TJ opened the front passenger door of Neil's car for the still somewhat-flustered female. However, the woman stated, "I'll be in the back. You two remain up front."
He was about to protest when his boyfriend remarked, "Madam is right. Royalty sits in the back. The chauffer with his assistant take the front seat of the carriage."
Being a short trip to their destination, they arrived about seven-fifteen. Pulling up to the front door, the driver quipped, "Master Thomas, will you please escort Milady inside? I'll take care of the chariot and join you momentarily."
Jumping out, TJ opened the rear door, and bowed, as his second mother exited.
"My apologies, Your Royal Highness. The red carpet has not been put out for you. I shall have a word with the proprietor."
"You boys are too much!" Isabel laughed.
It was clear, however, she was more pleased than embarrassed by the fawning attention.
Having parked, Neil joined the other two in the foyer of the restaurant to await their table.
Moments later, a tall, strikingly handsome man of about thirty entered. He had jet black hair, deep-set dark eyes, broad shoulders under an Oxford shirt, and loose fitting dress slacks covering his long muscular legs.
The pair eyed him with admiration before he smiled expansively at Isabel and then gave her a quick hug and kiss.
**************** Thanks to Baruch for his valuable advice on this chapter.