THE TOURIST By Lee Mariner
September 2002
DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional fantasy and depicts homosexual acts between young gay men. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. Any such perceived similarity is purely coincidental. Geographic locations used are for generic reasons and in no way indicates that the author is indicating that is the lifestyle in that location. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE.
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Chapter #4
I dozed off and on during that first night with Curtis, not getting much rest. My arm went to sleep from the weight of his head cutting off the circulation but when I tried moving it he mumbled and turned towards me holding tight pressing his body closer. I managed to slip my hand under his head and lifting gently removed my arm flexing the fingers and getting the blood flowing again.
Curtis was covered with a light sheen of sweat and his hair was damp and from the way he would whimper and twitch in his sleep I knew it was not from earlier passions, he was having a bad dream or dreams.
The small bedroom clock was on the night table behind my head and not wanting to disturb him I couldn't see what time it was but it seemed like a long time before he started breathing soft and easy, his hold on me relaxing.
I managed to doze off after awhile but it seemed I had no sooner fell asleep when the clock alarm started buzzing. Curtis moaned softly and moved slightly giving me a chance to shut the alarm off. Feeling the pressure in my bladder and my half hard cock, I slid out of the bed and padded softly too the bathroom to relieve myself.
Just as I finished draining my bladder and milked the last drops I heard Curtis come in behind me, he had the same morning need that I had. Rubbing his eyes with the knuckles of one hand and holding his rod with the other he stumbled to the toilet and almost missed, mumbling, "I had to pee".
The innocence of his comment made me smile, thinking, 16 yrs old with a beautifully developing body and a growing dick of death saying "pee" instead of "piss". I guess the little boy never really leaves us entirely.
Turning after he had finished, Curtis looked at me saying, "Boy that feels good, I really had to go. Good morning Jack, what time is it?"
I noticed that the air of confidence and cockiness had returned. He stood looking at me, his eyes shining, his half hard cock swelling bigger and totally unembarrassed that we both were naked.
Sex was never really ever far from my mind but sex with Curtis scared me. But my cock betrayed me and grew harder looking at him standing before me his steel hard cock swaying, challenging, his deep brown eyes sparkling and a light smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Inhaling deeply and with an effort, I turned too the mirror over the washbasin and turned on the water for my morning shave. "It's a little after 6 o'clock Curtis. You should get back in bed though, it was a pretty rough night." I said looking at his reflection in the mirror. He had a quizzical look on his face.
"But, but I thought after last night..."
"You thought what Curtis, that we would have sex together?"
"Welllllll, I thought you wanted too last night from the way you held me and touched me. I was hoping you would, that's why I hung around after we closed. I saw how you looked at me and then at that muscle guy when he was changing clothes. I kind of figured you might be gay and I hoped when you saw me working out maybe we might do something."
It was funny how Curtis's would change moods from confident and cocky too wistful and innocent as he talked. His cock was softer but still impressive and he hung his head slightly as he spoke.
Rinsing the remaining lather off my face and pulling a towel from the bar on the wall I watched him for a moment before turning. "Curtis," I said softly, "go on back to bed and think about what you just said and as soon as I shower we'll talk. Okay?"
"Yes sir." He said wistfully, mumbling as he left the bathroom. "I guess I really screwed up."
Showering was usually a time of relaxing and enjoying the warm water beating down and the erotic sensations created when I scrubbed with a large thick sponge. More then not an intense session of jerking off would result from memories and fantasies but not this time. I was nervous and trembling after Curtis left. My mind kept saying over and over, "not a minor, not a minor" but the rest of my body rejected the thoughts and every touch of my fingers was as if he was touching me, I wanted him if for only a little while. There was that empty place inside of me that he would fill. He was alone, I was alone and in time with patience we both might be good for each other and I resisted an intense urge too jerk off and satisfy the hunger inside of me.
It took a few minutes to dry off and get my emotions under control before going back into the bedroom. Curtis must have been more tired then he realized he was sleeping soundly again. Gathering the clothes I needed as quietly as I could and sliding the pocket door between the bedroom and living room, I went into the small living room too the kitchen. Draping my clothes over a kitchen chair I made a pot of coffee and let it drip while I dressed. My head almost ached thinking of everything that had happened in less then 24 hours and what was still ahead. Signing the temporary custody forms at the police station had gotten them off of the hook but more importantly, where did I stand. What was going to happen if his grandmother didn't survive the stroke? What was his aunt like and what would she do if suddenly Curtis became her responsibility and there were no other relatives?
The big thing was what would Curtis want?
I was so deep in thought, I barely remember drinking my coffee until the store alarm monitor went off buzzing loudly. Glancing up at it, someone had opened the front door, probably Beth coming in. The red light blinked a few times and then went off when she set the alarm on day mode. She wouldn't bother me, just go ahead and take care of opening the store for the day after making the previous day's deposit.
Chris Flegler my friend and attorney would not be in his office for another hour of so but it wouldn't hurt leaving a message on his answering machine that I needed to see him.
Chris is 35, nicely built, black hair with blue eyes. Married with 2 children but likes both sides of the sheet. We met in a motel bar, clicked and had several affairs after that usually at my apartment. He wanted to use my place with a trick he had met but I drew the line at that.
He had picked up a nice looking 20 something kid hitchhiking on the ocean highway and he brought him too the store. The kid was a typical surfer type and attractive but when he asked me if they could use the apartment, I turned him down.
Chris just snickered that I could have seconds if I wanted it but he understood my reasons and went with the kid to a motel. I always thought being a lawyer he would be more careful about who he picked up but it was none of my business so I didn't interfere. Chris was good in bed and a damn good lawyer as well, hell of a combination.
After leaving the message on Chris's machine I checked on Curtis. He was sound asleep and curled up with a pillow. I felt a soft pulsing just below the sternum in my chest and a slight quickening in my breathing as I looked down at him. He had the pillow pulled close to his body in an almost fetal position and the dark brown of his hair was accented by the whiteness of the pillow his head rested on. The sheet had slipped below his waist a little and I pulled it back up over his smooth muscled back and shoulders. His chest rose and fell smoothly as he breathed almost silently. I liked the soft feeling inside of me as I looked at him.
Sliding the door quietly shut, I poured another cup of coffee and went down the stairs too the store.
Beth opened the front door of the store just as I was closing my private door. Seeing me, she rushed towards me, "Mr. Cumberland, did you hear what happened last night?" she said breathlessly.
"Good morning Beth, What happened last night?" I asked innocently pretty sure of what she was going to say. Ambulance and police lights flashing at night do not go unnoticed in a small beachfront town.
"Oh, good morning. Curtis's grandmother had a stroke and they took her to the clinic and then flew her too a hospital in Norfolk. Our next-door neighbor saw the police taking Curtis away in a police car and she said an officer told her that Curtis would be held in jail until they could get in touch with his relatives. I don't know if he has any relatives, he never mentioned any other then his parents and they are dead, killed in accident overseas or something like that."
Beth was standing in front of me clutching the empty bank bag. Her eyes were as big as saucers and she was talking so fast she gasped expanding her already ample bosom when she stopped.
"Easy Beth, slow down." I said quietly. "Curtis is not in jail he is upstairs in my apartment, he called me last night. Officer Moxley probably talked with your neighbor about Curtis's grandmother and he told me all about it when I went to see about Curtis. He couldn't stay in the house by himself and that is the reason they took him too the jail until some other arrangements could be made. The police gave me custody until they get things straightened out; there was no one else here. How about a cup of coffee, we can talk and open for the day. Curtis didn't get much sleep last night so it looks like just you and I today."
"Just you and I Mr. Cumberland? Curtis is alright isn't he?"
"He's okay Beth, just exhausted. There are several things I have to do but first we need to get some clothing for Curtis, all he had was what he was wearing when he left here yesterday and I don't have the foggiest idea what teenagers wear these days."
"Mr. Cumberland." Beth said grinning. "You have a store full of what they wear, we sell it every day. Jeans, sweatshirts, pullovers, muscle shirts, sweaters and underclothing. We carry it all."
"Honestly Beth, I never really paid attention." I said a little sheepishly. I did know but there was not reason she should know that and I asked her if she would get together what she thought Curtis would need and I'd take them up too him a little later.
While I took care of setting up the cash drawer, Beth was busy pulling the covers off of the window displays. AS soon as I finished the drawer, helped her with the other windows and the closer tables that were covered and we folded them for storage under the counter until we closed. While Beth started selecting the clothes for Curtis, I went too the backroom and put on a fresh pot of coffee.
I resisted the temptation to see how Curtis was and poured another cup of coffee, walking back too the front of the store.
"Coffee's fresh Beth if you would care for a cup. Don't worry about doing any restocking today since it's just you and I. If we need anything we can always pull it then, okay?"
"There are a couple of items we need Mr. Cumberland and soon as I get these things for Curtis pulled, I'll take care of them. The FedEx and UPS trucks don't usually get here until in the afternoon so I'll have a little free time until then. Do you think you might hear anything about Mrs. Callister today?"
"Mrs. Callister?"
"Curtis's grandmother."
"Oh. I didn't know her name Beth, Curtis just called her grandma. I'm not sure if we will unless the police let us know. They know he is here but I don't know if anyone else does."
"I hope she is alright. Curtis will really be upset if anything should happen too her." Beth said just as Chris Flegler opened the door with his usual booming greeting.
"Good morning all, how's the coffee? Got your message Jack, what's up?"
Chris was a good-looking, very intelligent man and his boisterous manner was a cover for that hidden intelligence. Several lawyers had learned that fact a little late and underestimated him. I liked him though and he was good in bed, very good. He gave me his usual wink when we shook hands and the inevitable impish grin, licking his lips lightly.
"I need some advice and help Chris, lets talk in the back room. Beth, Mr.Flegler and I will be in the back if you need me." I said motioning for Chris to follow. "Do you stay horny all of the time?" I whispered.
"Just about, how about you?"
"Jesus Chris, how do you ever win cases?"
"With my good looks and boyish charm." He whispered as the door closed, taking me in his arms from behind kissing the back of my neck.
I felt the hard impression of his cock pressing against my ass and I started getting hard but pulled away. "Damn Chris almost any other time but not now, I need your help."
Looking at me for a moment, the look in his eyes changed from playing around to being serious. "You really must Jack if I can't get a rise out of you. What's the problem?" He said calmly pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"I left my cup out front Chris, pour me one and lets sit over here. Do you know my stock boy Curtis McKeon?"
"Not personally but I've seen him going in and out of the store. Pretty cute kid but a little young, is he in trouble?"
"Not trouble as you may think of it but more of a personal family type of trouble. I may be getting the cart in front of the horse but I have a hunch the problem is coming later but I hope I'm wrong. Curtis's grandmother, Mrs. Callister was taken too a hospital in Norfolk last night suffering from a stroke. Chris lives with her since his parents are deceased and after she had the stroke the police took him too the jail in some sort of protective custody. Curtis called me and I went down to the police station. Curtis was scared stiff and after talking with Officer Lewis Moxley and Sgt Keifer they allowed him to come home with me. I had to sign custody papers so the were covered."
"I'm sorry as hell to hear that Jack." Chris said sipping his coffee. "I did some legal work for Mrs. Callister a few years back on a property line dispute with the village, we won and the village paid her for the land but I didn't know she had a grandson. How long as he been with her?"
"I have no idea how long Curtis has been with her or anything much about the family. She is supposed to have a daughter in Baltimore who is going to be in Norfolk today I was told but I don't know for sure."
"I don't see that you have anything to worry about Jack even with signing the custody papers. They aren't worth anything anyway if you get right down too it. The village cannot re-assign responsibility when they take someone into custody but they can assign temporary custody. Have you heard how Mrs. Callister is?"
"No one has called this morning, it only happened last night. I brought Curtis home and he is upstairs sleeping. The kid didn't get much rest and neither did I for that matter."
"There is a young boy up in your apartment, a one bedroom apartment?" Chris said a bit incredulously cocking an eyebrow.
"Yes he is and get your mind out of the gutter, nothing happened."
"What did he or you do, sleep on the floor? You only had one bed the last time I was there and no couch to speak of."
"We slept in the bed and again, nothing happened." I said just a little irritated at his mocking tone.
"I believe you Jack, don't get pissed, you surprised me with that's all. What do you need me for? From what you have told me, you haven't done anything that I can see that you need a lawyer for."
"From what I know Chris, Curtis has no family except his grandmother and now this aunt. If anything happens, god forbid, I want to be sure that Curtis is protected if anything should happen too Mrs. Callister."
"Protected from what Jack? The boy has an aunt and if something happens to Mrs. Callister, she would take custody if she is legally his closest relative and wants too assume custody. If there is some question of that, the courts would take jurisdiction and Curtis would become a ward of the courts until it is cleared up. It's all pretty cut and dried Jack. He will be taken care of one way or the other until he reaches 18 and then he's on his own. There is nothing you should be concerned about."
I knew what Chris was saying was right but it didn't make me feel any better hearing it. Inside of me I had a dreadful feeling that everything was not going to be all right.
"Your probably right Chris, I just want to be sure Curtis is protected that's all. He was pretty shook up last night when I picked him up at the station."
"That's understandable but lets sit tight and see what happens. Hell, the old lady might just pull though with flying colors and you've worried for nothing. I'll get all of the information I can from Chief Carter and then we just wait. Okay? If you want, I'll let Carter know I am representing Curtis and ask him too notify me of any changes."
"Do that Chris, not need to just sit and wait on the hope someone will call. I like that idea."
The store wasn't flooded with customers but Beth was pretty busy when Chris left. Helping her take care of the few remaining, we managed without much difficulty. Beth was a great girl and I sure appreciated having her. We worked well together and sometimes it seemed she know what I wanted before I asked her.
"Did Mr. Flegler know anything about last night Mr. Cumberland?" Beth asked after finishing her last sale.
"He hadn't heard about what had happened until I told him Beth. I've asked him to look after Curtis's interests until this is all cleared up. He's going to talk with Chief Carter and get what information they have. In the meantime we just wait."
"I'm sure everything will be alright." She said handing the clothes for Curtis. "Here are the things I picked for Curtis if you would like to take them up too him."
"Thanks Beth, look, I know we don't do it very often but lets close for lunch. It's almost noontime and while I take these up for Curtis you can get your lunch. Put the sign in the door window and that way we won't be switching back and forth. It's not as if we are swamped with business anyway."
"If you say so Mr. Cumberland, I would like to stop by the post office on the way home. I'll be back at 1 o'clock if that's alright."
"Take your time Beth. No need to set the alarm system but be sure the door is locked." I said picking up the pile of clothing for Curtis.
I could hear the shower running as I slid the bedroom pocket door back and Curtis singing what sounded like a rough version of Gene Kelly's "Singing in the Rain" from " An American in Paris." Professional singers had no worries where Curtis was concerned, me either for that matter.
I heard the shower water stop but I didn't hear Curtis come up behind me as I laid his clothes out on the bed until he said "Hi."
"Hi yourself. Here are some things Beth selected for you. I really didn't know what to select so she volunteered and did it for me." I said turning around.
Curtis was drying off with one of the large fluffy towels from the bathroom. His dark brown hair was almost black from being washed and his muscles rippled as he dried. He toweled himself vigorously from his hair down over his smooth muscled chest, groin and in his crotch. He gleamed with the vitality of youth. His hardening cock was slowly rising and his eyes gleamed as he watched my eyes scanning his developing beauty.
My cock was steel hard, my heart was beating furiously and my chest was tightening in an effort to breath. Curtis stood almost nonchalantly in front of me with a smile and deliberately, teasingly he flipped the towel behind him and drying his back and buttocks he pushed his hips forward, his cock bouncing like a steel spring diving board.
Curtis may have only been 16 but his development was beyond his age. He was magnificent and it took every ounce of will power not too take him in my arms and ravish his gorgeous body. The lust and need welling up inside me said take him but common sense said otherwise. Dropping down and sitting on the edge of the bed I looked up at him, "Curtis do you know what you are doing?" I asked softly.
"Yes or at least I hope I do. Don't you like me Jack?"
"Of course I do Curtis, very much. But...put the towel around you and sit down here with me."
Putting the towel around his waist it was almost an effort to cover his hard cock but the towel was more then big enough. Tucking it around his waist tightly he sat beside me looking at my face questioningly.
"Something's wrong isn't it Jack. Have I done something bad?" He whispered, adjusting his hard cock so it laid up over his abs and clasping his hands in his lap.
His young clean body odor was intoxicating, almost overpowering. His muscles were like steel springs waiting to be released from the tension. I put my arm over his shoulders and he leaned against me his damp hair against my cheek.
"Curtis." I whispered. "You haven't done anything bad, I don't think you really could. But what you were doing was wrong. You think I might be gay but you don't know that. I held you and touched you on an impulse last night because you asked me too and you were a very upset young man but nothing happened did it?"
"No, not really but I liked it when you did."
"And I liked holding you, it felt good having you laying with me. But its something like brothers being in bed together and holding each other. Sometimes brothers explore but that does not mean they are gay or like men instead of girls. Have you ever been in bed with a girl or another boy?"
"No but there is a boy at school that wanted me to go too bed with him once at his house. We were swimming and afterwards in the showers we both got hard looking at each other. He was cute and I really thought I wanted too but it scared me."
"What scared you Curt? Seeing the boy hard and thinking you wanted to go too bed with him and play with each other and it wasn't right to do it?"
"I guess so but not really that. I was afraid of someone finding out about it or him telling on me. I got excited looking at other boys but none of them ever asked me something like that. Some of us would jerk off in the showers but that's all." "And how did you feel when you saw me naked last night and this morning?"
"Excited like I did when I saw you looking at me in the change room downstairs and then looking at that other guy. I wanted you to hold me like you are now and make me feel all warm inside. I get all kinds of funny feelings down there and my cock feels like it is going to bust open until I jerk off. Whenever I see other boys naked I get those feelings but I don't around girls. Just boys make me feel all funny inside. Don't you get those feelings Jack?"
"Yessss Curt I do." I sighed softly. "Maybe we will be able to learn how we feel about each other later. Right now though, there is something more important. If someone should ask you if I touched you or we did anything together, you can tell him or her the truth that we have not. Some might think that since we slept together we had to have done something. I'm a bachelor and you are a young attractive boy of 16. Some people think dirty about a bachelor and a young boy being in bed together and they assume that something just has to be wrong about that."
"Yeah, I think I know what you're trying to say Jack. One of the teachers at school was caught with one of the boys in his office and they kicked the teacher out of school for it and the kid's parents took him out of school. You could get in trouble if anyone found out you and I did something."
"That's right and that is the reason I'm having a roll-a-way bed sent over for you as soon as I call Forrester's Furniture. We will set it up in the living room for now."
"Will I have to sleep in that bed Jack? Can't I sleep with you?"
"Curtis what were we just talking about? Until things are cleared up we, you and I, and we don't want anyone thinking the wrong thing do we?"
"I guess your right but I won't like it and I don't think you will either." He said tickling my ribs playfully and hugging me tight. "I like you Jack I really do."
"And I like you very much. Get dressed and while you are I'll fix us some lunch. You must be hungry, I am." I didn't tell Curtis about Chris Flegler right then. Since I hadn't heard anything from the police about his grandmother, there was no reason too just yet and he might get upset if I did.
Fixing sandwiches and milk for the both of us, I set the plates and glasses on the table just as he walked into the kitchen. He had put on a pair of the new jeans and cuffed them like most teenagers do. An almost burnt orange colored pullover was just a little tight; it showed off the clean definition of his chest muscles and developing abs. He had brushed his still damp hair and his eyes were shining as he walked towards me.
"You really look nice Curtis." I said admiringly. "Lunch is ready."
"So do you Jack." He said sitting down.
Curtis ate like he was hungry. My appetite was tempered by the thoughts of the future for both of us.