As they say, life goes on and ours went about the same way for the rest of the holiday weekend. Except for the gathered malcontents, the throngs of doofuses, and the like who converged on our tiny cottage hahaha on Monday, the day of Labor and unrest. As I look back now, I think I was kind of in a fog.
It all started by my forgetting I had invited several thousand of my dearest and not so dearest friends for a patio buffet but felt I had an excuse. Jake. PLUS, I am absent-minded. SO, about OH GOD NO o'clock in the morning, the phone rang and when I picked it up it was my friend Rob, whining as to how he was down on the patio and we weren't. When I inquired why, he NOT SO GENTLY reminded me of the soiree and THAT got my attention PRONTO. I nudged, slapped, kicked, and masseused Jake into wakefulness and we hit the showers. FULL SPEED AHEAD, and still dripping did our best on two wheels all the way downstairs to the patio where Rob lay lounged, looking ever so SMUG.
"LAZY FUCKS," he grinned.
"TOTALLY DISPOSABLE," I grinned back.
"Are you ready for today?" Knowing full well I wasn't, the slug.
"Do I LOOK ready?"
"You FORGOT?"
"I BEEN BUSY," I whined nodding toward Jake.
"AHHH, yes...all that non-stop you know what WILL do that.
"SHUT UP...please," again nodding at Jake. I think that is when Rob finally realized I hadn't been kidding about the sex crap.
"Ok ok. What you want me to do."
"Finish and wake us when you are done." I smirked.
"Yeh RIGHT," he fired back.
Okay, so at my direction...he started hauling out the tables and stuff with Jake's help while I went to my office and made sure I had money in the right account...and with that done we all jumped in the Escalade and headed for Ye Olde Supercenter to load up on FESTIVE FOODS & PARAFUNALIA, and stuffies.
By the time of the first arrivals, it looked as if we had been done and waiting for a week...hahaha.
Hamburgers, hot dogs, and accompanying condiments, buns etc. Salads enough to choke an army of vegetarians. Fries, Onion Rings, desserts compliments of the Deli...and on and on and on. Beer, and liquor I already had but added a bit more just in case. I run with a thirsty bunch. LOL.
It was fun, and over 70 of the nicest but nuttiest critters on the planet..made merry, Mary, marry, and merriment...along with swimming and dancing and tennis and volleyball, and generally making fools of ourselves. Jake was the hit of the party, and seemed to revel in that fact while he also clung to me like we were glued at the hip...and made it ABUNDANTLY CLEAR to all onlookers...HE was with ME. I laughed to myself, but it was cute. I guess gratitude is not that bad a thing. I just didn't want him to get any ideas that I was doing all this for him JUST to get in his pants. Nope. I don't need to do that. I wondered if he thought what he was doing was expected (it wasn't) but there was NO time for a conference...so the day went by and he got clingier and clingier.
Made me a bit uneasy, but time would tell I guess, but a bit surprised as well, Not only are my friends and fans NUTS, and heavy partiers, they are all very successful doofuses, bright as hell, and GORGEOUS. I DO run with a good looking bunch of critters, including a couple of male models. The rest are just your average run of the mill every day HOTTIES, and HUNKS...and Jake could have had his pick for the most part, except for the married ones...but he seemed to want to make it clear HE was MINE...and I was both flattered and stunned I guess. Jake IS a hottie, but he is far more than that and I was beginning to realize the deeper person he is and be taken by that. In other words, I was falling big time.
Good thing he was too I guess, but I never think of myself as anything special and when someone else who obviously is thinks I am, well...lol. I get all blushy. Cute I is, and I am afraid it showed all afternoon and evening, as Jake got clingier. Oh well, could be worse. He could be a troll. LOL.
"Dylan. Wow. He is a LOOKER, that Jake. You are one lucky bastard, SEXY MOFO, DUDE," or words to that effect I heard most of the day and that didn't help. Yeh, I know Jake is a hot looking dude, but I ain't no slouch either, thank you very much. Sorta I guess. Blush.
But he is a teen and I am somewhat NOT a teen...and he needs to be able to grow up and decide for himself without being pushed.
"Dylan?"
"Yes Marty." One of my nuttier female friends.
"You are ONE LU..."
"Yeh, I know. Luckiest dude on the planet. Now shut up."
"Yeh yeh, but you are."
"Money talks."
"Bullshit. You are a far cry from having to buy it. Hell, they line up to be with you, doofus."
"Line up? That will be the day."
"They do."
"They confuse me with the new restaurant in town. I was standing there out front and they got in line behind me."
"Yeh right,"
and so it went. By the end of the evening I was OH SO READY for bed. The guys could clean up when they get back from Seattle, but for now...BEDDY TIME.
We saw the last of the guests out and as I shut the door and turned, Jake grabbed my hand.
"Let's go upstairs, please."
Something in his look made me wonder, but the next thing I knew I was being pulled up the stairs. Aggressively pulled up the stairs to say the least. LOL.
We barely made it into the bedroom when he got right in front of me and started pulling my clothes off.
"UH," I muttered.
"God I want you," he blushed.
"What?"
"Is that alright?"
He stopped and suddenly looked unsure of himself. Almost afraid. Broke my heart.
"OH MY GOD," I thought.
"Jake. We gotta talk, okay?"
He looked more than a bit dubious but nodded.
I grabbed his hand and steered him over to the bed and we sat on the edge.
"Jake, you are gorgeous and you know that, but I did NOT take you in just to have sex with you. You gotta know that. It is NOT a requirement for anything I do for you. Okay?"
He sat for a minute just looking at me, and then...
"Dylan, I know that. I do. I know but you gotta know I fell for you the minute I saw you the other day. Damn bayyyybeee...I fell for you HARD. I want you, if you will have me. I know I ain't much..."
"Hush Jake, you're awesome but...If anything is going to happen with us it cannot be out of gratitude, okay?"
"Believe me, it isn't."
I looked at him deeply for a minute and saw he meant it. I almost couldn't believe it, and still felt more than a bit unsure. "He is too young," I heard in my brain...but he started kissing me, my neck, my lips, my...omg...
I finally caught my breath.
"You're sixteen and I am older."
Yeh, I know he was of age even then, but...
"I will be seventeen next week and you aren't that much older. Besides, what does that matter?"
Dude got a point there. Truth is I say all the time age doesn't matter a fuck, so I guess now it is time to prove I was not just blowing smoke.
"Next week? Your birthday is NEXT WEEK?"
"Yup."
"SHIT..."
"You don't have to get me anything. You are enough for me. Best present ever."
Yeh, Like that was gonna fly. HAHAHAHA.
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Ok, I have to admit. I was sorely tempted. REALLY tempted, BUT...
He is 16 and I am...not, and supposedly old enough to make adult decisions. So in the end of that day anyway, I couldn't go forward and allow anything of a sexual nature to happen.
"Give it a bit more time," I told Jake AND myself. Let's make SURE this is what we both want.
CLICK HERE FOR CHAPTER VII
It all started by my forgetting I had invited several thousand of my dearest and not so dearest friends for a patio buffet but felt I had an excuse. Jake. PLUS, I am absent-minded. SO, about OH GOD NO o'clock in the morning, the phone rang and when I picked it up it was my friend Rob, whining as to how he was down on the patio and we weren't. When I inquired why, he NOT SO GENTLY reminded me of the soiree and THAT got my attention PRONTO. I nudged, slapped, kicked, and masseused Jake into wakefulness and we hit the showers. FULL SPEED AHEAD, and still dripping did our best on two wheels all the way downstairs to the patio where Rob lay lounged, looking ever so SMUG.
"LAZY FUCKS," he grinned.
"TOTALLY DISPOSABLE," I grinned back.
"Are you ready for today?" Knowing full well I wasn't, the slug.
"Do I LOOK ready?"
"You FORGOT?"
"I BEEN BUSY," I whined nodding toward Jake.
"AHHH, yes...all that non-stop you know what WILL do that.
"SHUT UP...please," again nodding at Jake. I think that is when Rob finally realized I hadn't been kidding about the sex crap.
"Ok ok. What you want me to do."
"Finish and wake us when you are done." I smirked.
"Yeh RIGHT," he fired back.
Okay, so at my direction...he started hauling out the tables and stuff with Jake's help while I went to my office and made sure I had money in the right account...and with that done we all jumped in the Escalade and headed for Ye Olde Supercenter to load up on FESTIVE FOODS & PARAFUNALIA, and stuffies.
By the time of the first arrivals, it looked as if we had been done and waiting for a week...hahaha.
Hamburgers, hot dogs, and accompanying condiments, buns etc. Salads enough to choke an army of vegetarians. Fries, Onion Rings, desserts compliments of the Deli...and on and on and on. Beer, and liquor I already had but added a bit more just in case. I run with a thirsty bunch. LOL.
It was fun, and over 70 of the nicest but nuttiest critters on the planet..made merry, Mary, marry, and merriment...along with swimming and dancing and tennis and volleyball, and generally making fools of ourselves. Jake was the hit of the party, and seemed to revel in that fact while he also clung to me like we were glued at the hip...and made it ABUNDANTLY CLEAR to all onlookers...HE was with ME. I laughed to myself, but it was cute. I guess gratitude is not that bad a thing. I just didn't want him to get any ideas that I was doing all this for him JUST to get in his pants. Nope. I don't need to do that. I wondered if he thought what he was doing was expected (it wasn't) but there was NO time for a conference...so the day went by and he got clingier and clingier.
Made me a bit uneasy, but time would tell I guess, but a bit surprised as well, Not only are my friends and fans NUTS, and heavy partiers, they are all very successful doofuses, bright as hell, and GORGEOUS. I DO run with a good looking bunch of critters, including a couple of male models. The rest are just your average run of the mill every day HOTTIES, and HUNKS...and Jake could have had his pick for the most part, except for the married ones...but he seemed to want to make it clear HE was MINE...and I was both flattered and stunned I guess. Jake IS a hottie, but he is far more than that and I was beginning to realize the deeper person he is and be taken by that. In other words, I was falling big time.
Good thing he was too I guess, but I never think of myself as anything special and when someone else who obviously is thinks I am, well...lol. I get all blushy. Cute I is, and I am afraid it showed all afternoon and evening, as Jake got clingier. Oh well, could be worse. He could be a troll. LOL.
"Dylan. Wow. He is a LOOKER, that Jake. You are one lucky bastard, SEXY MOFO, DUDE," or words to that effect I heard most of the day and that didn't help. Yeh, I know Jake is a hot looking dude, but I ain't no slouch either, thank you very much. Sorta I guess. Blush.
But he is a teen and I am somewhat NOT a teen...and he needs to be able to grow up and decide for himself without being pushed.
"Dylan?"
"Yes Marty." One of my nuttier female friends.
"You are ONE LU..."
"Yeh, I know. Luckiest dude on the planet. Now shut up."
"Yeh yeh, but you are."
"Money talks."
"Bullshit. You are a far cry from having to buy it. Hell, they line up to be with you, doofus."
"Line up? That will be the day."
"They do."
"They confuse me with the new restaurant in town. I was standing there out front and they got in line behind me."
"Yeh right,"
and so it went. By the end of the evening I was OH SO READY for bed. The guys could clean up when they get back from Seattle, but for now...BEDDY TIME.
We saw the last of the guests out and as I shut the door and turned, Jake grabbed my hand.
"Let's go upstairs, please."
Something in his look made me wonder, but the next thing I knew I was being pulled up the stairs. Aggressively pulled up the stairs to say the least. LOL.
We barely made it into the bedroom when he got right in front of me and started pulling my clothes off.
"UH," I muttered.
"God I want you," he blushed.
"What?"
"Is that alright?"
He stopped and suddenly looked unsure of himself. Almost afraid. Broke my heart.
"OH MY GOD," I thought.
"Jake. We gotta talk, okay?"
He looked more than a bit dubious but nodded.
I grabbed his hand and steered him over to the bed and we sat on the edge.
"Jake, you are gorgeous and you know that, but I did NOT take you in just to have sex with you. You gotta know that. It is NOT a requirement for anything I do for you. Okay?"
He sat for a minute just looking at me, and then...
"Dylan, I know that. I do. I know but you gotta know I fell for you the minute I saw you the other day. Damn bayyyybeee...I fell for you HARD. I want you, if you will have me. I know I ain't much..."
"Hush Jake, you're awesome but...If anything is going to happen with us it cannot be out of gratitude, okay?"
"Believe me, it isn't."
I looked at him deeply for a minute and saw he meant it. I almost couldn't believe it, and still felt more than a bit unsure. "He is too young," I heard in my brain...but he started kissing me, my neck, my lips, my...omg...
I finally caught my breath.
"You're sixteen and I am older."
Yeh, I know he was of age even then, but...
"I will be seventeen next week and you aren't that much older. Besides, what does that matter?"
Dude got a point there. Truth is I say all the time age doesn't matter a fuck, so I guess now it is time to prove I was not just blowing smoke.
"Next week? Your birthday is NEXT WEEK?"
"Yup."
"SHIT..."
"You don't have to get me anything. You are enough for me. Best present ever."
Yeh, Like that was gonna fly. HAHAHAHA.
________________________________________________________________
Ok, I have to admit. I was sorely tempted. REALLY tempted, BUT...
He is 16 and I am...not, and supposedly old enough to make adult decisions. So in the end of that day anyway, I couldn't go forward and allow anything of a sexual nature to happen.
"Give it a bit more time," I told Jake AND myself. Let's make SURE this is what we both want.
CLICK HERE FOR CHAPTER VII
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