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Jonathan 27 June 2009
The following Tuesday Malcolm and Jonathan had eaten their evening meal and had finished putting the dirty things into the dish washer, and were cleaning up the kitchen when there was a ring at the front door.
"I'll go," said Malcolm, "Your hands are still wet." Malcolm went to the front door and when he opened it he was surprised to see Jason standing there.
"Hi, Mr Pridham, is Jonathan around?"
"Jonathan! Jason to see you!" called out Malcolm. "Come on in. We are just clearing up after our meal. Go in there and sit down, he'll be with you in a moment." Malcolm showed Jason into the sitting room, and left.
A couple of minutes later Jonathan went into the sitting room. "This is a surprise, what brings you over here? Can't you resist me?" he added more softly.
"Jon, I have something to tell you, and I need to do it to your face. To do so any other way would not be fair on you, though it'd be easier for me."
"That sounds serious, Jase."
"It is serious."
He looked towards the open door. "Is there somewhere where we can talk really privately?"
"The garden?"
Jason nodded. "Okay; lead the way,"
Jonathan led the way out into the garden. "What's it all about? Why the serious look and the need for privacy?"
"On Saturday evening I shagged a chick."
"Shagged a chick?" exclaimed Jonathan with an element of shock as well as question in his voice.
"Yes, I shagged a chick, - a bird, - a lass."
"I thought you were a hundred per cent gay!"
"So did I until Saturday evening. Though I have shagged several birds before, but they were more a means of finding what it was like, and none were particularly satisfying. My first was a girl at school in an empty class room, and another was in a garden shed. There were a few others."
"Neither the best of surroundings. So what happened on Saturday that changed every thing?"
"After the cricket there was this party. A guy in the village was holding his eighteenth. Most of the village were there, it was a big do. So was Angie."
"I presume Angie is the chick involved?" asked Jonathan slightly coldly.
"Yes. Her family are farmers. Quite well off. Angie is a year older than me. But been away from the village a lot of the last few years. When we were younger she always seemed a rather remote, snooty bird. But I suppose that was the usual attitude of girls towards boys in the year below. She was at the party and kept looking at me. Once she looked at me and leant towards her neighbour asking a question. I felt sure it was about me. When I was coming back from the loo she stood up and walked across so we met. You've grown a lot taller in the last few years, Jase.' I know. I am a late developer.' I used to be one of the shorter members of my class, but suddenly shot up in the way some boys do. Do you dance?' A bit,' I replied. `Come then, come and show me that bit.' We went to where there were folk dancing, can't really call it a dance floor; and we danced. If I say there were not many inches between her neck line and hem line you'll know what I mean."
Jonathan laughed.
"We danced, when I got close to her I could see most of her boobs. They were not particular big, not those huge floppy boobs some girls have. They looked so smooth as they jigged around almost wanting to escape from the confines of her top. She was obviously wanting me to see them. She was one hot sexy dancer. I began to respond."
"By getting a hard on?"
"Not then. But I began to respond to her flirty dancing. I began to thrust my crotch out, and draw attention to it. She looked, and smiled, and became even more suggestive in her dancing. Quite suddenly she stopped. Let's go somewhere quieter where we can cool down.' Good idea,' I replied. So went out into the garden. It's a large garden, and there were other couples snogging away in corners. We found somewhere, and she put her arms round me and pulled me close. I gave her a kiss, just a peck of a kiss. Then immediately it was a full open mouth kiss. She pulled me even closer and started to push her groin into me, as though wanting to feel my cock."
"Which was obligingly hard by this time?"
"Of course. I let her feel it. And I put my hand on her tits. I've never properly felt a bird's tits. Wow. I then put my hand under her top, so I could feel them properly. Her nipple was quite hard, bigger than most guys, but hard like some guys get. She reached down and started feeling my cock through my jeans. You may be a late developer, Jase, but you've developed well down there.' If you do much more of that I'll have a damp patch on the front of my jeans,' I said. What a waste that'd be. I want you, Jase. I think we could have a good time together.' Are you saying, what I think you're saying?' I want any dampness you shoot deep inside me. But not here, not private enough, and rather uncomfortable don't you think. Have you any ideas where we could go?' My place,' I said. But what about your folk?' They're in Spain.' "An empty house. That sounds one good idea. Let's go.' We slipped away from the party and made our way to my place. We were no sooner in the door and we were at each other again. She was feeling for my cock, and I was feeling her boobs. She pulled off her top, so I could see them properly and had full access. I fondled them briefly, and then started kissing them. I said, Come'. I took her by the hand and led the way upstairs to my bedroom. She took my shirt off, undid my jeans and pulled them down. I was just standing there in my socks and pants, she was in her very short skirt, our shoes had come off somehow in the process. Her skirt was soon off, and she was in the very briefest of lacey panties. She pulled them off, and got on the bed. I took my pants off and joined her. I want you, Jase, straight away.' She lay on her back, with her legs apart, revealing all. I got into position and pushed my cock steadily into her. It slipped in so smoothly. No difficulty. Wow. I've never felt anything like it."
"And I bet you shot your load at once."
Jason laughed. "Hole in one. I was no sooner in and I shot my load, you know what I'm like. She didn't seem to mind. `Just like most men, first time with a girl. But I bet you can come again very soon.' I kept fully hard. Soon I was able to fuck her properly, and it was about ten minutes second time."
"And was there a third time?"
"Yes. But I did pull out, and she gave me some instructions about the female anatomy, and the importance of the clit, and how to stimulate it when I was screwing her. Third time was much longer. This time I began to concentrate on her. She began to flush. Her breathing got deeper. She started groaning and rolling around. She had an orgasm, we paused a bit and then I continued. I think she had three or four before I came the third time, that was about three quarters of an hour after the last time. She then caught sight of the alarm-clock beside my bed. It's nearly twelve.' She said. The party ended nearly half an hour ago. I must flee, or else my parents will be asking questions. They'll be in bed, but Dad'll be awake listening for me to come in.' She got off the bed, and started dressing as quickly as she could. Did you enjoy that, Jase?' I should say.' When can we do it again?' she asked. Tomorrow afternoon,' hoping that was not too soon, or impossible for her. `Will be round about three then. Must run.' I jumped off the bed and followed her down stairs. We had a very quick kiss at the front door, and then she was gone. I climbed back up stairs, realising that was the best sex I've ever had."
"And she came round on Sunday afternoon?"
"Yes, she didn't leave until nearly midnight. Most of the time was spent on my bed. We took it more slowly. Lot's of kissing, all over, and exploring each other's body with hands and tongues. I loved kissing and licking her boobs. We had some really long fucks, I came four times, I don't know how many times she came. She said I was the best man for sex she's ever had. She came round for a couple of hours yesterday evening."
"So why aren't you shagging your chick tonight?" asked Jonathan.
"She has something on with her parents. I thought I'd better tell you about it all to your face, rather than over the phone, or just drop you."
"Thanks for coming over to tell me, I appreciate that." Jonathan paused. "I don't know quite what to say. I am surprised. I thought you were gay. I was hoping we'd continue."
"I thought I was gay until I met Angie. I thought I was fast becoming totally gay. Jon, I've enjoyed our times together, and was looking forward to more. But I'm afraid not now, after having been with Angie."
"I suppose it is better to have happened now, than in several months' time, when it would have hurt more. I wish you well, Jase," added Jonathan sadly.
"Thanks, Jon. I hope you find the right guy. I'm sure you will. But I must be going." Jason gripped Jonathan's arm briefly, and turn to leave. They walked down to Jason's car. He got in and drove off. Jonathan turned and went back into the house.
Malcolm was in the sitting room watching the ten o'clock news. "What did Jason want?" He looked away from the television and saw the expression on Jonathan's face. "What's the matter, Jon? What's happened?"
"It's all over with Jase!"
"Did you tell him about your time at Bill's then?"
"No. He's found a lass. He's shagged her Saturday evening, again Sunday afternoon and evening, and yet again for a couple of hours yesterday evening." Jonathan sat down beside his grandfather.
"I thought he was definitely gay. The way he asked you if you were; and from your accounts of your times together."
"Yes, Gramps. I think even he is surprised at what has happened and the suddenness of it all."
"Completely out of the blue?"
"Not quite. He has had sex with a few of other girls, but that was all some time ago. One in an empty classroom at school, and the other in a garden hut. I think they were just 'finding out what it's like' exercises."
"And neither in the most conducive of surroundings."
"That's just what I said." Jonathan sat looking miserable straight at the fireplace."
Malcolm moved closer, and put his arm round his grandson. "It is better that it has happened sooner, rather than later in your relationship."
"Just what I said. But I don't seem to be having much luck. Promising beginnings followed by a total shut down. First because of my past, and now Jase goes and gets involved, hook, line and sinker, with a girl."
"I'm sure the right guy will come along. Perhaps when you least expect it."
"It would be so easy, Gramps, to go off cruising, or to a sauna for a casual pick up, or see what one of the gay sites on the Internet turns up. But I feel I've been there, done that, when I was working for Bill. I want someone who I can love, not just someone to have sex with."
"I fully understand. You haven't been away from Bill's for six months yet. That's not very long, knowing the adjustments and things you had to sort out when you first came here. Mr. Right will appear when you least expect it. It will be interesting to see whether it is love at first sight, or a growing relationship."
"Thanks, Gramps. I don't know how I would have managed without you to talk to. I think I'll go and tell Kevin what's happened. He was following how things went with Jase."
"Before you go, just one more thing. Would you like to go with a chick, as you and Jason seem to put it?"
"No, Gramps. I haven't even had an encounter in a class room or a garden shed."
"I'm not asking you if you have had, I'm asking would you like to. Would you like to explore to see if there is a hetero side to your make up? Marriage and even kids have their attractions, though grandsons can be a pain in the butt."
Jonathan stuck out his tongue at his grandfather.
"No, Gramps. I've never even wanted to explore the possibility. Since finding Bob I have been absolutely sure about my sexual orientation. When I was with the Boys at Bill's we sometimes discussed these things. I think a couple of them had been with a chick, but for the rest the idea of being attracted to a chick, and certainly fucking a chick was abhorrent."
"As strongly as that?"
"Yes, some of them were most emphatic. I think for some the element of revulsion was every bit as strong as the sense of revulsion some, like Mum and Dad, have for gays."
"Don't write them off too quickly. I think they're changing."
"Mum is. I'm not so sure about Dad."
"Give him time. Try to keep a good relationship with him. You'll win him round, given time."
"Me against Pastor Willis!"
Malcolm laughed. "Maybe." Malcolm looked at his watch. "If you're getting in contact with Kev, he'll be out at work if you try phoning him. Twelve hour difference you must remember."
"I know. I'll send him an E-mail. I know what has happened makes me think more decisively about going to New Zealand, and possibly staying there."
The break with Jason threw Jonathan into another period of mild depression and anxiety. Again he reviewed his options. He thought again about going back and seeing if he could start up things again with Steve, the man who he had met in the lay-by. Unless Steve had found someone else, he thought something could be taken further there. He thought of contacting Ron again. He remembered the good times with Ron. Ron was not just good to have sex with, they would have working for Bill in common. Ron had been willing to phone up Jonathan's parents. But further consideration made him doubt whether there was any possibility of a longer term relationship, presuming that Ron was open to one. As he turned things over in his mind, the memories of the good times at Bill's became rosier; and the bad times less easy to remember.
Jonathan was down for the rest of the week. But a score of 70 runs for Whitgest on the Saturday afternoon put him in a better frame of mind.
When he next visited his parents Jonathan had the now usual one-to-one talk with his mother before his father got home.
"I've made up my mind to go to New Zealand, Mum."
Lois stopped what she was doing. "I thought you would. Are you going for ever, or just a holiday?"
"I don't know the answer to that one. I will go out there initially for six weeks or two months, just to see what it is like. If I don't like it I'll come home. If I do like it I'll think of staying."
Lois looked sadly at her firstborn. "I'll miss you, Jon. We all will."
"Even Dad?"
"Yes, Jon, your Dad definitely will. He loves you, Jon. And wants the best for you. You must not just see him because of his views on the sex thing. He is worried what you will end up doing, especially as you seem to be saying `no' to going to University."
"I think I've experienced too much of life to go back to being taught."
"The men and women who were in the war experienced far more of life, as you put it, than you. They went back to University and started years older than you."
Jonathan shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose so. I hadn't thought of it like that."
"But as you keep telling us, the decision is yours and yours alone."
"Gramps says he will come with me for a month. Says he can't leave his house and garden for any longer than that."
Lois smiled, hearing Malcolm's moans in her mind. "He liked it out there when he went with your grandmother."
"He keeps on saying what a wonderful country it is. If I stay, promise you'll come out and visit me."
"I don't know about that. There will have to be a change of viewpoint from your Dad, before he went out of his way to meet Kevin. I think it is very sad the way this gay thing has split the family."
"Or is it your religion?" murmured Jonathan softly out of his mother's hearing.
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