Hi everyone, Al here. As I promised, here is part 6 of 'Oliver and I'. I'd like to thank everyone who took the time to write me. I know this is late but the next part will be out much sooner. Enjoy!
Oliver and I Installment #6:
The annoying little alarm of my watch went off, waking me from my sleep. My right hand fumbled around in the dark and I pushed the button on my watch to turn off the resounding chimes. There was silence now, and rubbed my eyes once before opening them to the sight before me. 'It hadn't been a dream!' I thought to myself. Oliver was still cuddled up next to me in bed-sound asleep. The warmth from his body felt good, and I reveled in the sound of each breath of air he drew. I kissed his forehead softly and then turned my head until the clock on the nightstand came into view. It was 6:00 AM. I knew my dad would be up soon, so I slid carefully out of bed. I pulled the covers up over Oliver's resting form and made my way to the bathroom. The last thing I needed was to have my dad walk in on us. That definitely wouldn't go over well, so Oliver and I had to be careful. As I looked into the mirror a set of the happiest eyes I had seen in a long time was staring back at me. I reached out and touched the glassy surface of the mirror where the words I love you had been traced the night before. A smile spread across my face as I thought about the events of the previous day. I still couldn't believe that Oliver was here, in my home, sharing a room with me. I was overcome with joy at those thoughts, and I couldn't contain another smile.
It was Sunday, I remembered, and my dad and I were scheduled for 7:30 mass that morning. (We are both Eucharistic ministers for our parish.) Oliver wasn't catholic though, but was instead German Lutheran (my grandfather's religion before he became catholic), so I figured that he would be staying here until we came back. Besides, he was probably going to be tired anyway, so the extra sleep would do him some good at least. When I finished in the bathroom I returned to my room just as my dad was walking out of his.
"Morning," I whispered.
"Morning." With that he walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I closed the door of the bedroom behind me and knelt beside Oliver's bed. I slowly stroked his hair as I watched him sleep ever so peacefully. He looked so beautiful lying there like that, and I let out a slow sigh of contentment. A few minutes later he startled and his eyes fluttered open.
"Albert?" he said as he tried to make his eyes adjust to the darkness.
"Yeah, it's me babe," I whispered as I reached down and gave him a peck on the cheek. Oliver's smile was evident in the dark room.
"I thought I was dreaming."
"No, you weren't. We're here-together again." Now I was smiling, and he reached up and took my hand in his.
"Why are you up so early?" he asked with a tired yawn.
"My dad and I have church to go to this morning."
"Oh. Should I come?"
"No, you need sleep. Besides, I thought you weren't catholic."
"I'm not, but there's really not much difference between our religions. I've been to a Catholic Church before. It might be a good idea for me to go since it's been a while."
"Maybe next week. You should rest up now."
"No, really it's o..." I put my finger to his lips to silence him.
"We'll be back in a few hours." I kissed him again, but this time on the lips. "Later," I said as I gave his hand a little squeeze.
"Bye." After that I took some clothes from the closet and left the room. I got dressed in the kitchen where my dad was ready to go, making a pot of coffee for the road.
"So how's Oliver settling in?" my dad asked, peering over his fresh cup of coffee.
"I think he'll settle down just fine. He's still catching up on lost sleep." My face must have been beaming because my dad gave me a weird look and smiled. "What?" I asked him.
"Nothing. It's just that it's been such a long time since I've seen you this happy about something." I put my head down as I blushed at his comment. It was true. I hadn't been this happy in a very long time. In fact I don't think I was ever happier.
"I really like Oliver a lot. He's a cool guy and we have lot's of fun together."
"I'm glad you've found someone to hang out with. Things have been pretty tense around here lately." My dad's expression became grim, and I knew that he was thinking about my little sister again. We were still fighting for custody, and my mom was becoming more difficult as far as the rest of the settlement was concerned. I walked over and put a reassuring hand on my dad's shoulder.
"It'll all work out," I said. He brought his hand up and patted mine.
"I hope so." There was a short silence. "Well, we'd better get going. We don't want to be late for mass." He forced a smile and stood up. I made sure all of the lights were off and the doors were locked before I joined my dad outside. When we were ready we pulled out of the gravel driveway and drove off.
Mass was uneventful as it always was that early in the morning. Those few people of the congregation that attended were half-asleep, which made time pass incredibly slowly. It was about 9:00 AM when we returned home, and I let out a tiring sigh of relief as we pulled up and parked in front of the garage. I was the first one out of the truck, and I went up to the front porch to unlock the door. As the door swung open the smell of something cooking permeated the air. I walked into the kitchen and to my amazement I found Oliver standing over the stove frying some eggs.
"Good morning!" I greeted him. He turned around and smiled.
"Hey, good morning!" he said. "I'm making you guys some breakfast. I hope you don't mind."
"Mind? Not at all! You didn't have to go through all this trouble."
"No trouble. I wanted to. It's the least I can do. Besides, I'm hungry anyway." I couldn't believe it. Not only was he cute and fun to be with, but he could cook too! My dad came in shortly after and wore a look of shock.
"You're cooking?" he asked in astonishment.
"Yes sir. I thought you two might be hungry by now."
"Wow, at this rate I may never let you leave," my dad said laughing as he gave Oliver a pat on the back. Oliver's face lit up, and I could tell that he was happy that he was making a good impression on my dad. My dad left the kitchen to change his clothes, and when he was out of sight I came up behind Oliver and kissed his cheek softly.
"What did I do to deserve you?" I whispered in his ear.
"If you don't already know I'm not going to tell you," he responded with a mock tone.
"Fine, smart-ass," I said as I slapped his ass with one hand before retreating to the bedroom to change my clothes. I shucked off my good clothes and put on a T-shirt and a pair of old jean cut-offs in their place. I made my way back to the kitchen area and began removing enough plates, forks, and knives from the cupboard for the three of us. By the time I had the table set Oliver was finished cooking and my dad was emerging from the hallway to join us. Oliver brought the food over and then all of us sat down together.
"Thanks again Oliver for making breakfast. You really didn't have to," my dad said.
"It was no problem. I wanted to."
"Well thanks."
"Yeah, way to go," I said smiling. Oliver smiled back and we began eating. All through breakfast Oliver talked about his trip across the West. I hung on his every word, taking great interest in the conversation since I had never been to most of the places he described. My father, on the other hand, had, though it was about 10-15 years prior. So, my dad asked a lot of questions to see how much some of the country had changed since he last saw it. Despite the large number of places he had visited, Oliver was only able to see them briefly since he stayed in one place for only a short amount of time. He definitely had fun though-I could see it in the expression on his face-and that made me happy. When we finished our meal Oliver and I began washing the dishes.
"Well, I'll leave you guys to it," my dad said. "I've got some errands to run so I'll be gone for most of the day. You can use the van if you need to go anywhere."
"Alright," I replied.
"And stay out of trouble." I looked back at my father and gave him the most innocent looking face I could muster.
"Who, me?"
"Don't give me that look smart ass. You know what I mean," he shot back with a grin on his face.
"Okay, see ya later."
"Bye guys."
"Later," Oliver said. When the door was closed and the engine of my dad's truck could be heard from outside, I let out a sigh of relief. Oliver looked over at me and smiled.
"Are we alone?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"At long last. Come' ere handsome, I missed you." With that I wrapped my soapy arms around him and parted his thin, warm lips with my tongue. He did the same, and I lifted him up enough to set him on the counter top as I continued to kiss his sweet mouth. I could feel his slender fingers sliding tenderly up my back, caressing each muscle. I kissed his chin, and then down along his neck.
"God how I've missed you so much," Oliver whispered as I pulled away to look into his beautiful blue eyes.
"So have I. There aren't words to express how happy I am to have you here with me."
"Then why don't you show me?" A devilish grin swept across his boyish face as he slid off the counter top into my loving grasp.
"If you insist," I said, kissing him again.
"I do." I smiled as he slid his hands under my shirt, removing it completely, leaving my skin open to the air. I stuck one of my hands down the front of his shorts, making him giggle as we stumbled across through the house to the bedroom. When we got there Oliver shoved me onto the bed and closed the door-locking it behind him. Then he removed his shirt and jumped, landing in a straddling position over me on the bed. I pulled him down to my level and kissed him as we ground our raging hardons together through the fabric of our shorts. As we pulled away again I brought my hand to his face and stroked his smooth, tender skin. For a moment we just smiled at each other, savoring the closeness.
"You're so beautiful," I whispered as I continued to run the back of my hand along the side of his face.
"Thanks," he said, blushing slightly at the comment. I kissed him again, rolling us over so that now I was on top. I removed my tongue from his mouth and began to make my way down his neck with a trail of soft kisses as I worked one of his nipples with a free hand. His head went back as he moaned softly, and I could feel his heart beating increasingly faster against my own chest. As I moved down further I let my hands brush lightly over the sides of his ticklish ribs, making him giggle a little.
"Stop that," he giggled as he tousled my short blond hair, "you know I'm ticklish."
I looked up and smiled. "I know." With that I brushed my fingers up and down his sides once more, making him laugh again. "But you're so cute when you laugh."
"Nice save smart ass," he said, grinning. After that I stuck my hands under the waist band of his shorts and boxers, pulling them off with one smooth movement to reveal his now fully erect manhood. Throwing his shorts off to the side, I grasped his dick in one hand and slowly began to stroke it up and down along the shaft. As I did this I leaned back over him and we began to kiss once more. After a few minutes I stopped and slid back down his body so that I was facing his crotch. Then with one hand, I pulled back his foreskin and wrapped my warm lips around the head of his dick. Oliver moaned in pleasure as I slid my mouth further down until his whole dick was in my mouth. As I began to pump my mouth up and down I cupped and carefully massaged his balls. Before long Oliver had his hands on the back of my head and was fucking my face in long, slow movements. I continued to suck him off for almost ten minutes, and then his balls pulled close to his body, and his breathing became more rapid. I knew he was close so I sucked even harder. Only another minute passed before his hips thrusted upward for one last time, releasing six shots of cum into my mouth. I swallowed all of it, savoring the sweet, familiar taste. When his dick finally went limp in my mouth I let go and crawled back up to eye level. Oliver's head was back and his eyes were closed.
"Feel better?" I asked.
"Much better. That was wonderful." Oliver opened his eyes and gazed lovingly at me. Then his eyes shifted down to the growing bulge in my shorts. "Let me fix that for you."
"Fine with me," I said, giving him another kiss before we rolled over to switch positions. In no time at all I unzipped my fly and slid off my shorts allowing my hard-on to slap against my stomach. I let the shorts fall to the floor as I continued to kiss Oliver. He slid up and down across my body, rubbing my stiff member between our naked bodies. I moaned softly as he nibbled gently on my neck. He moved down further, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake, until he was face to face with my throbbing cock. He kissed the head softly, and then he took as much as he could into his warm, wet mouth. I could feel his lips clench tightly around my cock as he slowly sucked me off. It felt so good, and I began to clutch the sheets of the bed. After a few minutes Oliver started to suck harder and faster, and I know it wouldn't be long before I went over the edge. A short time later I gave one last thrust into his mouth and released my load. Oliver swallowed every bit of it, and I lay still with my eyes closed. I was spent. When I opened my eyes Oliver moved up and kissed my chin.
"How was that?"
"Great," I whispered. Oliver kissed me again and then rested his head on my chest as he cuddled close.
"I can hear your heart beating," he said as he pressed his ear closer to my bare chest.
"It's beating for angel," I replied. Oliver looked up at me and smiled.
"You're so sweet."
"I know," I said, and I began to stroke his hair with my hand. His short, brown hair was the softest I had ever felt, and I loved to run my fingers through it.
"I'm so glad that I'm here with you."
"Me too. We're gonna have lots of fun...I promise."
"I know we will, but right now I just want to lay here with you."
"That sounds good to me," I said. Then the phone rang.
"Jeez, so much for that," he said, disappointed.
"Let it ring. The answering machine will get it. I'm too comfortable."
"Thanks." Oliver smiled.
The next hour passed by quickly as the two of us lay there together in silence, enjoying each other's presence. When I finally did look at my watch it was 12:30 PM. The whole morning was gone already. I sighed.
"What time is it?" Oliver asked without looking up.
"About 12:30," I said.
"Already?"
"Yep."
"Well I guess we should get up then. We don't want to get fat lying around all day," he said as he jokingly gave my stomach a pat.
"Speak for yourself," I said back. "I'm going to go check that message."
"Okay." After I got up I put on my boxers and shorts and walked into the kitchen where the answering machine was sitting by the phone. I hit the button to play back the message:
"Hi John, this is Roger. I've got some boxes and things to move out and I was wondering if maybe Albert or Thomas could come down and give me a hand. Just give me a call, I'm not going anywhere very soon. Bye."
John was my dad's middle name, and his family called him by this name so he wouldn't be confused with my grandfather who was named Albert like him. When I was born everyone called me AJ (Albert John) so I wasn't confused with my dad or my grandfather.
"Who was that?" Oliver asked as he walked into the kitchen.
"It was my Uncle Roger. He's my dad's youngest brother by about ten years, so that makes him 38. He's moving into a house to rent from an apartment, and called to see if we could help him carry some stuff."
"Sure, I'm up for it."
"Sure?"
"Yeah. Where's he moving to?"
"There's a small house on my grandmother's street. It's about 20 minutes from here."
"Cool. I'd like to meet the rest of your family anyway."
"You might end up regretting that statement," I said smiling. "Okay, well get dressed and I'll call my uncle to let him know we're coming."
"Okay, be right back." When he left the room I dialed my uncle's number at the apartment.
"Hello?" a familiar voice said on the other end.
"Hey Roger, it's me, Albert."
"Hey man, good to hear from you."
"I got your message."
"Yeah, I just need some help moving some boxes and maybe some furniture down to the house. Are you free?"
"Yeah. Tom is at a friend's house, and dad is running errands, so I'll be there. Oliver is here as well, so I'll bring him along. He's the friend of mine from Germany I was telling you about."
"Oh really? Cool. When did he get here?"
"Just yesterday. I picked him up at the Greyhound station in Cleveland."
"That's great, I'd like to meet this guy."
"When do you want us to be there?"
"As soon as you can."
"Okay, we'll be over in about half an hour."
"Alright, see you guys then. Bye."
"Bye." When I hung up the phone Oliver returned fully dressed with an extra shirt in his hand.
"Here," he said, tossing me the shirt. "I got it out of your dresser. Hope you don't mind."
"Why would I? Your welcome to everything I have." I put on the shirt and my shoes. When we were ready to go I grabbed the keys for the van and wrote a note for my dad explaining where we would be. After that was done we left.
About half an hour later we pulled into the parking lot for the small apartment complex where my uncle was currently staying. As we walked up to the door of the building I fumbled through my key ring. My uncle had given me a key in case I ever had to get in for some reason. When I found the right one I opened the door and headed upstairs. My uncle lived in the first room on the right at the top of the stairs, and I knocked on the door.
"Just a minute," I heard from inside. Then the door opened to reveal my uncle smiling at us. "Hey guys, come on in!" he said cheerfully. Out of my three uncles he was and still is my favorite. He's always been very easygoing, and yet still very disciplined. He loves kids, and we always got along really well. My uncle stands about 5'10", an inch shorter than Oliver, and has black, curly hair. When I say curly, I mean it looks like he had it permed. He is fairly slender, has brown eyes, and tans very easily-taking after my grandmother. He is also just about the funniest guy I know.
"How are you Roger?" I said as I shook his hand. I always called him Roger. He hates being referred to as uncle because it makes him feel old.
"Not bad, and you?"
"Great. Roger, I'd like you to meet my best friend Oliver. Oliver, meet my Uncle Roger."
"Nice to finally meet you Oliver."
"It's nice to meet you too sir."
"Please, call me Roger."
"Okay, Roger." I smiled as the two of them shook hands.
"Well guys, have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?"
"Water," I said.
"Coke please," Oliver said.
"Coming right up," Roger said as he went to the small kitchen. He came back moments later with our drinks and one for himself. "So, how have you enjoyed the US so far Oliver?"
"I like it a lot actually. The people are very nice and I've made quite a few friends."
"Well that's good. You've had a better experience than most. I hope you guys are ready to move some boxes, because I've got a lot of them."
"We're about as ready as we'll ever be," I said, taking a sip of my drink.
"Good. But we can relax a while first. I've been packing stuff up for the last week."
"You must be pretty tired then," Oliver stated.
"Damn right. I'll be happy when the move is over with. Do you like hockey Oliver?"
"Yeah. Albert showed me the stadium in Cleveland yesterday."
"We made a day of it and toured the city," I chimed in.
"That's cool," my uncle began. "I've got some extra tickets for a game next month so I thought I'd see if you guys were interested."
"Sure!" Oliver and I said together.
"It's a date then." My uncle took one last swig of his drink before placing the empty glass on a nearby box. "Well, let's get to it. Shall we?"
Oliver and I finished our drinks and stood up, stretching. Then began to take the boxed up items outside to where I had the van parked. It was a full-sized '88 Dodge Ram, so there was plenty of room for everything. My uncle had a small Chevy S-10 to put stuff into as well. With the three of us there we got everything loaded up in about an hour. Once everything was loaded up we drove down a couple blocks to the house where my uncle would be moving in. It was fairly small, and not in the best of shape, but the rent was cheap so I guess it wouldn't be that bad. As soon as we pulled in my uncle opened up the house and we started bringing in the boxes. It took longer to bring the stuff in of course, since my uncle had to have everything in a certain place so that it would be easier to unpack and sort out. Two and a half hours later we were finished and sitting in the garage of the new house.
"Good job guys. Thanks for all your help, I really appreciate."
"No problem," Oliver and I said together again. We had been finishing each other's sentences and answering at the same time the whole afternoon, and was now becoming pretty obvious, even to my uncle. Roger gave us a weird look and then he just shook his head. Oliver and I exchanged glances and blushed a little bit.
"What?" I asked, trying to play dumb.
"Nothin'," Roger said. He just smiled and then walked over to a nearby cooler on the garage floor. "Here you go," he said, tossing us some bottled water from the cooler.
"Thanks," I said.
"Yeah, thanks Roger," Oliver replied in his strong accent.
"You're welcome. You guys saved me a lot of time." My uncle pulled up an empty crate and sat on it across from where we sat on the back steps to the house inside the garage. "So Oliver, now that you're stuck with this loser, what are you going to do while he's at school?"
"Who are you calling a loser curly?" I said with a half challenging look.
"Who else?" my uncle chuckled.
"Asshole," I said smiling.
"Well, any plans?" Roger asked, turning his attention again to Oliver, who was seated next to me.
"I figured I'd go look for a job. That way I can work while everyone's at school," Oliver answered matter-of-factly.
"Anything in particular?" Roger asked.
"Not really. I've had a couple jobs back home, but other than that my work experience has been confined to my dad's shop. Do you guys know of any places that are hiring?"
"I know of a few places," I began. "Let's see, there's McDonalds, that new Borders book store just opened, and the shops in the mall are always looking for people."
"I know of a few restaurants that might need a waiter," my uncle continued. "Hmmm, what else? Do you know anything about custodial work?"
"Sure do. I can mop floors, change light bulbs, all that stuff."
"Hey Albert," Roger started, shifting his gaze over to me, "is Bob still looking for an extra hand for the morning shift?" Suddenly my eyes lit up at the mention of that.
"I don't know, he might be. He's the only guy there and he's due for retirement, so he may be looking to hire someone. I'd have to ask him though."
"Okay, I'm just throwing out ideas here."
"Who's Bob?" Oliver asked with interest.
"He's the janitor over at my high school. The guy's 71 years old and he's still working over there by himself. He usually gets me to help him out with things throughout the day."
"Really?" Oliver said, allowing a hint of excitement to filter through his voice.
"Umm hmm," I nodded.
"Cool."
"You should take him to school with you tomorrow so that he can talk to Bob about it," Roger said to me.
"We could do that, if your interested," I said, turning to face Oliver.
"Sure, that'd be great. It would be nice since I don't have a car to get around. I could just come in with you guys."
"That's true," I said. "Okay, we'll see him in the morning." The idea of being able to see Oliver during the school day excited me, though I must admit that I was a little surprised that he would even consider working at the high school. I know I was set on leaving the place.
"Well it looks like you guys will work that one out. All the power to ya," Roger said, raising his bottle of water in a toasting gesture. "If it doesn't pan out let me know and I might be able to find something for ya."
"Thanks, I appreciate the help guys," Oliver said.
"Any time man," my uncle said. Then he looked down at his watch. "It's getting close to 5:00. Your dad knows where you are, right?"
"Yeah, I left him a note," I said. "He'll probably be picking up Tom at his friend's house pretty soon."
"Do you guys have to get going then?"
"Nah, we've still got some time."
"Cool. So Oliver, how old are you?"
"Eighteen," he replied.
"What about college?"
"I haven't decided on that yet. I wanted to take a year off to sort things out, but I would like to attend college. Money is an issue too."
"Well it's good that you're thinking about it. Hey Albert, how's that portfolio of yours coming along?"
"It's coming," I said sarcastically. "Don't worry, I'll have it done in plenty of time for applications."
"Alright, just let me know so I can get those slides made for you."
"Sure will." My uncle was a really good photographer, though he never made a career of it, so I was going to have him photograph my artwork for slides to send with my college applications.
For the next hour or so the three of us just sat in the garage and talked. We discussed a lot of stuff. My uncle and Oliver got along great, which made me happy. I wanted him to feel as at home as he possibly could, being as he was world away from home. When 6:00 came I stood up and stretched.
"We'd better get going. Dad will be home soon," I said.
"Yeah, I guess we'd better get back, huh?"
"Okay guys," my uncle started, standing up, "thanks again for all your help. I really appreciate it."
"It was no problem," I said.
"It was really nice to finally meet you Oliver."
"It was good to meet you too. I had fun today." The two of them reached out and shook hands.
"Here," Roger said, handing us each a twenty dollar bill.
"Thanks," we said together.
"You're welcome. Now don't be blowing it on booze or whores or anything like that," my uncle joked.
"You won't have to worry about that," I said, shooting Oliver a sidelong glance and a smile.
"Alright get outta here, go home." Roger patted Oliver and me on the backs as we walked out to where the van was parked. We both got in and I started up the engine.
"See ya," I said.
"Later guys. Take care."
"Bye," Oliver said.
After that we drove off towards home. We arrived at my house around 6:30 PM, and my dad was already home. Once I parked the van in front of the garage I pulled the key from the ignition and looked over at Oliver, who had been holding my hand since we left my uncle's place. Then we leaned in and gave each other a kiss. It was gentle, and we held it for a few minutes before breaking apart.
"My dad probably has supper ready, so I hope you're hungry."
"Very."
"Let's go then." With that we got out of the van and headed inside. As I had predicted, my dad was in the kitchen finishing up supper.
"Hey, you're back!" my dad exclaimed.
"Hi dad."
"Hi," Oliver chimed in.
"I've got pasta here. It'll be ready in a minute."
"Okay, we'll go wash up." The two of us went to the bathroom, washed up, and then returned to the kitchen table and sat down. My little brother came out a short time later and all of us began to eat. After we talked for a while and finished our food, Oliver and I sat down on the couch and watched some TV. Because we would have to get up at 6:00 the next morning, we each took a shower so that we could turn in early. It was about 10:00 when we went to our rooms.
"Your brother doesn't like me too much, does he?" Oliver said with a downcast look.
"What makes you think that?" I asked, locking the door behind me as I walked into the room.
"He won't say anything to me, and I've tried talking to him all evening."
"Aw he's always that way. He's got more mood swings than a woman going through menopause. Besides, why do care what he thinks anyway?"
"Well I don't want him to feel uncomfortable or anything. I mean it is his home, and he makes me feel like I'm intruding or something."
"Just ignore him." I sat down on the bed and threw an arm around him. "You're more than welcome here. He'll get used to it once he gets to know you. Just give it time."
"Alright, if you say so."
"Now come here handsome." I brought his face up to mine and kissed his thin, warm lips. "I'm gonna get that light." Oliver shook his head and I switched the bedroom light off, so that now only the light of the moon shone through the windows. I went back over to Oliver's bed and laid down beside him.
"Goodnight love," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around me.
"Sweet dreams angel," I whispered back. "I love you."
"Love you too."
I hope you enjoyed this 6th installment. Please email me at vader5@gateway.net. I'd love to hear from you.