I finally got to talk to one of the bank officers at my bank. Turns out Father had been in the habit of letting his investor reinvest all but ten percent of any proceeds from his investments. With his death, a clause in his will redirected those proceeds to 'my wife, Sharon, or to my son, Lucas, should she predecease me'. Someone had got their wires crossed, and the directions to the investor hadn't reached him or her until last month. I must have missed hearing it during the reading of the will. Of course I wasn't thinking much at the time, being in shock and all. I wondered what else I might have missed. I was reluctant to read my copy of the will, though. It would make it all too real, and final. You'd think after six months I'd be used to the idea.

I could now count on a pretty good hunk of change each month. How much would probably fluctuate depending on the market, but they were almost all solid stocks, and unless the market crashed, I shouldn't have to worry about getting a job. Might do it anyway if I found I had too much time on my hands. But right now I needed to get finished moving. With the unexpected income I really didn't have to, but I was almost done moving when I found out, and Mrs Smith could really use the money. That pretty blond boy, Cole, had nothing to do with my decision to go ahead with my original plans. Not much, it didn't. He only had everything to do with it. Well, he was the deciding factor, anyway.

I called over there, to the Smith's, and when Cole again wasn't home, I left a message saying I'd pick him up at nine the next morning, if he still wanted to help me.

When I arrived the next morning, Cole was outside waiting for me.

'Anxious, much?' I thought to myself with a grin.

He was still looking very sleepy, but he was freshly scrubbed, his hair neatly combed and still damp, but he was wearing a shy smile as I drove up. He was also wearing the same form-revealing clothes he'd been wearing the last time I saw him.

On the way over to my parents' . . . to what was now my house, I asked Cole to pick out some music as a way to begin to get to know him. He flipped through my collection and to my surprise, picked out one of my oldies discs.

"Is this one all right?" he asked, holding it up to show me.

ABBA? I had pretty eclectic tastes in music, so I had a little bit of all kinds of music, although I liked 'nineties pop best.

"Sure!" I told him, grinning to reassure him. "What other groups do you like?"

"Do you want to listen to something else?" he asked me anxiously.

"No, that's fine. I wouldn't have it in there if I didn't like them. I just want to get to know you a little better."

He relaxed, and started talking while he put the CD in. "Oh. Well, I like a lot of old stuff. My mom listens to that a lot, and I grew up listening...."

He kept talking, and I kept listening and asking questions as we listened to ABBA's 'ABBA Gold' cd. He told me what he liked, and I shared what my faves were. There wasn't a lot in each other's lists that we didn't like, but there were some differences. He liked a couple of rap groups, and I couldn't stand rap, and I liked to listen to some classical music, and he thought it was all boring.

I wondered if he'd ever seen 'Fantasia'? It was a little old, but a Disney classic. A lot of classical music can be sleep-inducing, but there's some good stuff, too. Not that I listened to it very often. Like I said, I prefer 'nineties pop, with a lot of other stuff thrown in. I even like a few pieces by the Beatles. Talk about moss! Now that's old!

He didn't forget! I'm hanging out with my friends 'way too much, though. That's the third time I missed him, even if it was just a phone call! If I'da been home, he might have taken me out!

Oh, god . . . What if he had? What if he wants to take me somewhere tomorrow? Wait. We're just moving some of his stuff over here tomorrow. But that won't take all day, will it? Will he want to spend more time with me? What if he doesn't like me? No, he was looking at me the other day, I'm sure of it! I'm pretty sure, anyway . . . Wasn't he?

Mom told me his 'rents are dead, so we'll be alone at his house. Will we be moving stuff from his bedroom? I wonder if I could get him to kiss me? Who knows what might happen? I gotta shower, brush my teeth, get some clothes . . . Aw, damn it, I still don't have anything sexy to wear! I'll have to wear those same shorts and shirt! Well, at least they've been washed.

I took another shower when I woke up, then I brushed my teeth twice and fooled with my hair for over five minutes! I even checked to make sure I didn't need to shave. Nope. No beard coming in, yet. The patch of hair over my cock is still pretty thin, so it'll probably be awhile. What's hanging under that hair is pretty nice, though. Maybe only average size, but . . . Shit. I hope Luke likes it – if he ever wants to see it.

I had to laugh at myself. No doubt about it . . . I was anxious for it. But while I'd wanted to fool around with a few other guys, none of them had hit me like Luke had. They disappeared without even a puff of smoke, next to him.

I popped a couple of Pop-Tarts^® in the toaster, buttered them when they were done, and went outside to wait for Luke. It was still only eight-thirty.

Luke showed up almost five minutes early, but it wasn't early enough for me. I had already begun to worry he might have forgotten me after all, or had a flat tire, or got in a wreck and got hurt. But he was here, grinning at me, and he was just as handsome as I remembered.

On the way he asked me to play some music, and we talked all the rest of the way to his place.

Damn, it looks almost like a mansion! It was a two-story house made of brick. There was a large covered round porch with white columns, and windows sticking up out of the roof. It kinda looked like the roof of the porch might be a balcony, 'cause it had what looked like a fence running around the whole edge of it.

"Is that a balcony?" I asked Luke, indicating the porch's roof.

He said, "Yep."

"Man . . . Were you rich?"

He laughed, but it sounded kind of sad, too. "No, but my folks liked to pretend we were," he answered.

"Is that why you're moving out?" I knew that was a really personal question, but it slipped out before I could stop it.

He hesitated, and I thought I'd really messed up and he wasn't going to answer.

"Not any more," he said.

Now what did that mean? But I'd already messed up once. I wasn't about to do it again, so all I said was, "Oh."

"Come on," he said, getting out of the car.

I followed him, drinking in his form, the way he moved . . . hoping I hadn't blown it.

Since Cole was so interested in the place, I gave him the five-cent tour. Since 'most everything was already in storage, it was kinda empty and our footsteps echoed as we walked, but Cole was almost bug-eyed as he saw everything. He was really impressed with the en suite bathroom off the master bedroom. My parents had it completely renovated, and there was a large sunken tub and a separate glassed-in shower, as well as the other stuff you'd expect to find. But what really caught his attention...

"Jeez, man: you've got a pool!"

"Yep." It was a kidney-shaped pool. A showpiece that was fine for lounging around in or having parties by the poolside (which is what my parents used it for), but you couldn't really swim laps in it or anything. And as soon as I was old enough, Father had taught me how to clean it and take care of it, and that had been my job. Since I was the only one who used it – well, me and my friends – he said it was only right that I also learn some responsibility by taking care of it.

Seeing Cole's expression, I said, "Maybe we can go for a swim sometime, before the first tenants move in."

He grinned at me. "Cool!" he said.

It was a hot day, so by the time we'd got the first load into my car, and then unloaded into my new apartment, we had both worked up quite a sweat. I decided we'd earned a break.

"How about a burger and fries?" I asked Cole.

"You read my mind!" he replied, grinning at me.

"What kind ya like?"

"Mike's?" he offered.

Mike's was a local burger joint, and had about the best burgers in town. They were big, charbroiled, and you could get just about anything you wanted on one. And they weren't that much more expensive than a burger from a chain.

"Good taste!" I said with a grin, complimenting him.

He blushed a little bit, but he was grinning back at me.

"My treat," I told him. He tried to protest, but I said, "Hey, I'm working your cute little butt off, so I have to keep your bod fueled up, right?"

Cole's face turned a beet red and he got really shy. I just grinned to myself as I kept an eye on the traffic.

When we got there and got up to the counter Cole ordered a half-pounder with bacon and cheddar, and I got a half-pounder with mushrooms, ham and swiss. Both with the works of course, and a large order of french fries apiece. To drink I ordered a large mocha-java milkshake, and Cole got a large cola. I surprised him by ordering it to go.

"Where we eating?" he asked.

"I thought we could eat out by the pool," I said. "Have a picnic, just the two of us."

Although he tried to be cool about it, I could tell Cole was pleased.

He said I had a cute butt. A straight guy wouldn't say that, would he? And a picnic by the pool? Now I knew he was interested: well, pretty sure, anyway. How did I let him know I was, too? It would be so much easier if he'd just come out and say whether he was or not. But as long as there's the smallest doubt, I can't let on: well, maybe a hint – if I can figure out how. 'Cause if I said I liked him and he's not gay...

The burgers were delicious, and we talked while we finished up our fries and drinks. Then we loaded up the last of the stuff Luke wanted to take in his car. But instead of locking up and taking off, he said, "Come on," and headed back into the house, then out to the pool. What the ...?

"I don't know about you," Luke said, "but I'm hot and sweaty, and I'm ready for a dip."

"But we don't have any suits!" I protested. Maybe we were going to swim in our shorts, or our underwear? I could feel my cock stirring at the thought of seeing Luke in his underwear.

"Nature's swimsuit!" he said, stripping off his t-shirt.

Huh? Did he mean what I thought he meant?

I wasn't kept wondering for long. I took my shirt off too, and then my shoes and socks. By that time Luke was stripping off his underwear, and diving in. My eyes almost popped out of my head! That wasn't the only thing popping, either. I knew he was expecting me to strip off and join him, but how the hell was I going to do that when I was sporting a boner?

Well, well, well: it seems the boy has a problem! He doesn't seem to realize that his tight shorts aren't hiding anything, either.

"Come on, Cole!" I urged. Yeah, it was pure evil, but I couldn't help myself.

He 'casually' moved an arm to cover his crotch. "I . . . I can't!" he replied.

"Why not?" I asked. "You don't have anything I don't have!" And it was true, too. Despite the cool water of the pool, the sight of his hard-on, even through his shorts, had me throwing a hard one too.

"I just . . . can't!"

"Religious reasons?" I teased.

"No, I just...."

"Is it me?" I asked, prolonging the teasing.

"NO!"

"Then I'll give ya a choice; either you're bare-assed and in here in five seconds, or I'm coming to get you, and I'll strip you myself." I gave him my most evil grin. I meant it, too.

I slowly made my way over to one of the pool ladders while Cole sat there undecided. When I started climbing out, he stood up and his eyes went straight to my crotch, then darted up to my face, looking a little apprehensive. When I started to casually advance on him, he slowly started to back up. When I reached for him, he grasped my arms.

"Luke . . . no. You didn't mean it, did you? You wouldn't really...."

I proved to him that yes, I really would, when I broke out of his grasp and grabbed the top of his shorts, then started trying to get them unfastened. It wasn't easy, because Cole was resisting: not very hard, but hard enough to be difficult. I finally wrestled him down on the concrete and got his shorts unfastened. From there it was just a matter of pulling them down, and off. And I had leverage on my side.

Of course I was teasing and joking with him the whole time, tickling him to make him move his hands, and in general just making my pantsing him a game. One I thoroughly enjoyed. Once I had him naked, I pretended to savage his neck with my teeth, growling savagely all the time, then I sat back on my heels to look at him.

Cocking my head at him thoughtfully, I said, "Something is very wrong with this picture."

He'd been covering his crotch with his hands and smiling at me, but with my pronouncement he got a worried look on his face.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it," Cole said.

"Hm? What?" I asked. "Oh!" I said as I realized what he was referring to. I had been going to tease him about not being wet, and then throw him in the pool, but now I changed my mind. I took hold of his hands, and after a half-hearted struggle on Cole's part I uncovered his erection, which was now flagging a bit.

"That," I told him, "is beautiful. So are you, for that matter."

Cole was blushing again, and trying to cover himself with his hands. Once he realized that it was a useless endeavor though, he gave up the attempt.

"You are gay, then?" he asked hesitantly.

"Your mom didn't tell you?"

"She knows?"

"She only threatened my life if I hurt you," I told him.

"She knows about me?" he asked, far more alarmed now.

I nodded. "And she's fine with it, so stop panicking."

"She told you?" he asked with some asperity.

This was a weird conversation to be having. Well, only because of the circumstances, I guess.

"She guessed about both of us that first day, when I was renting the apartment," I informed him. "She said she'd been wondering about you, and I think she figured us both out because of the way we were staring at each other."

Cole chewed on his lip for a moment, then he said, "And she doesn't care?"

"It didn't seem to bother her any," I replied. "She just doesn't want you to get hurt."

"Er . . . Just how old are you, anyway?" I asked him.

He cocked his head slightly at me. "How old do you think I am?"

I looked him over carefully, causing him to blush again as he was reminded he was naked, then I said, "Fourteen? Maybe fifteen?"

"Almost sixteen," he said, smirking.

That he was that much older than I had guessed surprised me. He was a very young-looking fifteen. I had already had the opportunity to note that my original guess about his height had been off, too. He was at least two inches taller: maybe a bit more. I blame that on the fact that he'd been standing at the top of the two steps that led into the main house. I had over-compensated.

"I'm small for my age," he said, his expression turning into a grimace as he tried to explain why he looked so young.

"I like what I see," I told him. And then I picked him up and threw him in the pool. The mood had been getting far too serious.

Unreal! First he strips in front of me, and then Luke attacks me when I take too long (I was trying to get my boner to go down), and takes my clothes off! I mean, I kinda wanted him to, but damn it, not like this! But he made me laugh the whole time too, the bastard!

It was kinda fun, to tell the truth. But damn, I was tired. He's strong! I was feeling all kinds of things that I didn't know how to describe, but almost all of them meant I wanted Luke even more, now. I wanted him on top of me, kissing me, doing things to me...

But it didn't happen. He took my hands away from my crotch, where I'd been trying to maintain some shred of modesty.

That's bullshit. I was being shy and covering my hard-on. And then he called me beautiful, like I was some kind of girl! If anyone else had said something like that I would've been insulted. Guys are handsome, not beautiful. But for some reason when Luke said it I was totally embarrassed, but I felt like I'd won first prize.

And then the bombshell hits. He tells me that he's gay, and Mom knows about me being gay, too! Shit! And on top of that, he tells me he thinks I'm only fourteen! Damnit, I knew I was short, but I have to look like a kid, too? But can he leave it there? Oh, no. He looks me over like a side of beef, and tells me he likes what he sees, then he picks me up. Well, I hadn't expected it, but at the same time that I was anxious about being dropped, I was hoping he was taking me inside and we'd...

Well, he didn't. He fucking throws me in the pool! It was so romantic. Not!

I came up sputtering, trying to get the water out of my nose and mouth. When I could see Luke, he was laughing at me. He not only unloads all this shit on me and throws me in the pool, he's laughing at me!

"You fucker!" I yell at him. "Just you wait!"

"Oh, the kid's got a mouth on him!" he retorts.

Kid? Oh, he's just asking for it!

"I hope you don't expect me to kiss a mouth like that," he says.

And just like that, I'm floundering and wondering what to say. Fortunately my mouth took over on its own.

"And what makes you think I'd let you kiss me?" I ask defiantly.

Hah! That put him in his place . He doesn't have a thing to say to . . . What's he doing?

I watched Luke's body knifing through the water towards me. Stupid me, I just stand there, feeling full of myself. Just let him try something!

I came up in front of Cole, shook my hair and the water off my face, and looked him in the eyes. I watched the defiance drain away, then slowly reached for him, giving Cole plenty of time to move away or say no if he wanted to. I didn't see any sign that I was unwelcome, so I pulled him to me with one arm and tilted his chin up to me with my other hand.

Then I kissed him. I could tell right away that he didn't know how to kiss, but I was more than willing to teach him. His arms went around my neck, pulling me down to him. Our erections were pressed together between us, so I knew he was enjoying it, anyway.

"You were right," I said when I pulled away. "I didn't know." I kissed him again, and he tried to recapture my mouth when I pulled away. "But I think we know now, don't we?"

He turned red. I moved my hands down to his butt and squeezed when he tried to move away. He jumped into me, in surprise. I continued to stroke his butt, and he continued to press into me; and then slowly he relaxed into me, laying his head on my chest, accepting my touch.

"Okay?" I ask him.

Cole nodded shyly.

"Can I have another kiss?" I asked.

He raised his face to mine wordlessly, offering his lips to me, and I accepted them. He was learning. This kiss was better. I let one hand leave Cole's delicious ass and inserted it between us. I wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly started stroking it. He'd gasped a little when I took hold of him, but other than that, he'd only tightened his hold on me.

"You can touch me too, if you want," I offered.

Cole hesitated, but he must have wanted, because I soon felt his hesitant hand tentatively feeling me up, too.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

"Mm-hm. But it won't break, you know. If you get too rough, I'll let you know."

Cole didn't answer, but he gripped me tighter, his hand slowly going up and down, copying what I was doing to him.

We were in his car, heading home. My home. Only, I guess it was Luke's home too, now. The apartment, anyway. I was looking through the passenger window, thinking about what had happened.

God, that had been great. Not only getting each other off, but holding each other afterward. I felt kind of strange now, though. I don't know how to act around Luke. The first time we spend any time together, and we get each other off? I know I'd been hoping for something like that, but the reality . . . It just felt strange, now.

"Too much, too soon?" Luke asked.

What was he, a mind reader?

"I don't know," I said. I felt awkward saying it. "Maybe."

He took hold of my hand. Something else new. Holding hands with a guy. He started stroking the back of my hand with his thumb. Still strange, but it felt kind of comforting, too. I liked it. I tightened my grip a little.

This whole thing might be a little scary, but not enough that I wanted to deny everything and let some other guy have Luke.

I wish this was a pick-up. I thought if Luke put an arm around me it might renew that feeling of rightness I'd felt in the pool, but bucket seats don't allow you to cuddle. Pick-ups have bench seats.

Come to think of it though, that wouldn't be such a good idea, either. People'd be able to see. Damn it, it wasn't fair.

"It'll be okay," Luke said.

God, I hope so. And I had to face Mom when she got home, too. If she really was okay with it, I had to tell her.

I think I should have stopped after the first kiss; but he was so beautiful – so tempting. I wonder if Cole's feeling as weird as I am. He looks a little freaked. But I was still holding his hand, and he looked a little more relaxed, now.

When we got there I let his hand go and we unloaded the car.

"I can put it all together later," I told Cole. "Sit with me awhile?"

He looked a little hesitant.

"Just sit," I said, trying to reassure him.

"Sure."

He left quite a gap between us on the couch when he sat.

"I'm not going to bite, you know: unless you want me to."

He gave me a little grin at my bad joke, and I think he almost laughed. But he did scoot over next to me, and I put an arm around his shoulder. It was only a few seconds before he relaxed into the hug and leaned his head back on the couch.

"This is so weird," Cole said.

"You don't like it?"

"No, that's not it. It's just . . . strange."

"Maybe just because it's new?" I suggested.

He gave a little shrug. "Maybe." Then he snuggled into me a little bit, almost contradicting what he'd been saying.

I could feel my cock stirring. "Um . . . Cole . . . You're going to give me a problem if you keep that up," I told him.

He looked up at me from my shoulder. "Hm?" he inquired.

I pointed at my lap.

This time he giggled. Then he stretched up and kissed me. But this time I kept a tight lid on the temptation to do more. Of course I couldn't stop with just one kiss. He was a delicious boy. They were mostly tender little kisses, and I ran a hand through his hair, caressed his back, chest and sides, but I kept my hands above the waistline. Eventually my cock hurt, it was so hard, but I ignored it. I could take care of it later, when I was alone.

And then I heard a car door close outside. Cole's mom was home. Was it after five already? Mrs Smith was a teller at a local bank, and her shift ended at five.

"Mom's home," Cole said quietly.

"Yeah," I said, waiting to see what he wanted to do.

Cole got up and looked down at me. "You're sure she's okay with it?" he asked worriedly.

"She seemed to be," I replied. I knew that people could say one thing only to react entirely differently when faced with the reality, so that's all the assurance I could give him.

"I gotta tell her, Luke."

I nodded. "You want me there for support?"

"No, that's okay."

He didn't sound all that sure.

"I'll leave the door open. If you want me, just call."

Copyright © 2006 by Shamyn Whitehawk