"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.