Steve's Tale

Part Four

Our First Morning Together

Rated: X

"Hey, Steve, wake up cute stuff."

"Huh?"

What the hell was I dreaming now? I opened my eyes to see the his silver ones.

"Jared!"

"Yeah. That's twice now you seemed surprised to see me." He was smiling so nicely. "I'm really starting to think you've woken up in guys' beds before."

He was joking, I could tell, and not just because he was smiling so nicely.

"At least this time you didn't seem scared. Come on, we've got to be moving. It's almost eleven."

We were that late to school? I wondered for a second before I realized I had graduated high school and was free. And with Jared, together, in his little apartment over his parents' garage.

Free!

Free in so many ways!

I locked my lips on his. We tightened our arms around each other. I felt like nothing I had ever felt before. And when I remembered what he had said to me late last night, it got even better!

He pulled back and said, smiling still, "We've got to be moving. The bank closes at noon."

"Bank?"

"Yeah. Got to put my graduation money away, and get some out, and put something away. And there's some stuff I want to get. And I bet you could use a few things."

I had no money. A few bucks left over from what I'd swiped from my folks when they were passed out. I didn't care to admit that, though. Neither being broke, nor where what little I did have had come from. I shrugged and kissed him again.

"Come on," he said and threw the blanket back.

He got out of bed. He was so hot all naked and nearly hard.

"I'm gonna shower, be right back."

"Can I with you?" I asked, grinning.

He laughed, then said, "Sure, but keep your hands to yourself! We really have to get going!"

It was a maddening shower! Taking it with him was a huge turn-on! His hot body, all wet and soapy, oh my God. We washed and rinsed each other, even gave each other shampoos, and we both got very hard. But he kept saying we had to get to the bank before it closed.

As we rinsed off, his hands moved all around me, and were between my legs, washing places no one had ever touched before, not even him when we had been pleasing each other. It felt incredible! I got so hard! His hands and fingers moved behind my sack and between my thighs, and touched me where only I had a few times. I loved it. Really, really loved it. And it showed. I was throbbing and bouncing, out hard and straight, and the head was getting dark. I was so horny! He pushed against my hole and I gasped out loud and then squealed when his finger actually went inside.

"Do you like?" he asked.

I panted, "Oh, God! Yeah!" In his ear, shaking against him. It was insane!

"I wish we had time, but we really don't. But when we get back, I'm going to find out how much you like that."

His finger wiggled inside my hole.

"Oh, God! Awww!" was all I could say.

He pulled that finger out and I attacked his mouth with mine. Our erections were crushed between us. I didn't think I could wait. But he pulled us out of the shower and started toweling me off. We stayed hard the entire time we dried each other's bodies. Even while we got dressed. It was wild! I was so hard and turned on it was torture to get dressed and not attack him and force him to put his finger back inside me. Then more than his finger. I wondered, though, how much it would hurt. He was long and thick. Really long and really thick. It was going to hurt, I was sure, but I wanted it.

We went down to his car. He smiled at me all the time. Even while he drove, he smiled, and when he looked over at me, he smiled even wider. I couldn't stop smiling. I felt so wonderful. No more school, no more being bullied, no more sneaking into the house to avoid my parents, no more being afraid to go to sleep, no more waking up with...

Just no more worries.

He pulled into the bank and parked. He pulled a paper from his shirt pocket and handed it to me. "Read that. I want you to know about it. You'll see why."

It was a long note, telling everything about what had happened in the old warehouse. He named the other guys, said who's idea it was, and exactly what had happened. If the cops got hold of it, he would go to jail along with them.

"What the hell?" I asked.

"If something happens, is all. I'll take it out later, but for now, it's insurance."

"Insurance?"

"They're coming over tonight."

My guts dropped. My mouth hung open. I felt sick.

"They don't know yet, but I want to tell them. And I've got this idea..."

He looked so cute when he bit his lip and looked at me.

"What?"

"I need your help. Or, really, I need you to go along with it."

"What?"

His idea was shocking. Insane. Ridiculous. I was all for it, and I agreed to do my part wholeheartedly.

He leaned over and kissed me. Right there in the bank parking lot in broad daylight. It was awesome.

"Come on," he said and opened his door.

I followed him inside. He put that letter into his safe deposit box, signed several checks and deposited them, and withdrew a thousand dollars.

"You might as well as just cashed the checks," I said.

"Why? They were more than a thousand. And I don't think I'll need all thousand, anyway. But I want to make sure we have enough."

"For what? Wait, we?"

"You'll see," he said, then kissed me again before he started the car.

I was on cloud nine, and then some.

"Do you have more clothes at home?"

"No. I brought all the ones worth having."

"Anything else you want to get from your place?"

"No."

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

"You sure?"

"Positive."

Absolutely positive.

"I'd rather not ever go back there again, anyway, even if there was."

"Okay. You are going to stay... with me, right?"

Stay?

"Stay?"

He looked over at me, smiling so nicely.

"Yeah. Stay. As in live with. You have somewhere you want me to take you? I will. But, I'd rather if you stayed."

Stay? With him? In his apartment? Was that a real option? Was he serious?

God, how I'd love to!

"I'm going to college in the fall, and you can come with me, if you want. But at least stay until then. Please?"

His face was open and nearly begging. He reached out and picked up my hand and held it. He even brought it up to his lips and kissed it. He looked over at me as often as he could while he drove, waiting.

"Are you sure? What about your folks?"

"I'm so sure!" he said adamantly. "Very! And my folks... we'll ask them when we get back."

"Tell them what? You have a friend who has no place to stay?"

"If you want."

"What else?"

"Whatever you want."

"What?" I asked, stunned.

"If you want, that I'm in love with you and you're my boyfriend, and I want you to live with me."

"You serious?" I snapped.

"Hell, fucking, damned right, yes."

He nodded once really firmly.

"Shit," I whispered.

"Think about it. We'll tell them whatever you want. I've had the guys over for a few days before. Had a couple girls stay over weekends before. They were cool with that. I think they'll be cool with you staying, no matter what we tell them. If you want, we'll just say you're a friend who's staying for a while until you find your own place."

I liked that idea better, so I nodded.

"You got a couple hours to think about it. Right now, we go shopping."

"Shopping?"

"Shopping. Where do you get your clothes at?"

"Wal-Mart. Or Goodwill."

He scowled.

"No. How about Gap?"

I groaned in disgust.

"At least Penny's. No Wal-Mart. And no Goodwill."

"Fine."

He drove into Indy and pulled into the mall and parked. He counted out two hundred dollars and handed it to me.

"That should get what you need for now. Right?"

I didn't take it and shook my head.

"Come on. I know you don't have a job, and you don't have cash. No big deal."

"I don't want your money."

I'm not your whore, I thought.

"I don't want you not having anything to wear. Or going without what you'd like. And you know my folks are loaded, and you saw what I put in the bank."

"You're going to college. You'll need that."

"I'll get another couple grand for college stuff from relatives before I go. Folks have a going away party planned already. I've got almost five grand for expenses already, more coming then. I'll be fine. And my folks'll send me money like crazy. Honest. I won't be short funds. If I am, I can get more from my grands and aunts and uncles. And I've got savings bonds. I'll be fine. Take it. I won't offer more if it makes you uncomfortable or something, but damn it, I'll be happier if you have at least some decent clothes and won't have to worry about laundry twice a week or something. Okay?"

"I'm not taking it. I'm not..."

... your whore.

"It's not for sex," he said, almost frowning. "If that's what you're thinking."

"It seems like it."

"I'll buy clothes myself, and then what if you don't like what I get? Then we have to take them back. And what if they don't fit? At least I know you like blue briefs, but that's easy to buy, and what size. Even if you do stretch them out an awful lot."

I laughed.

"Look who's talking," I said.

"Yeah, well, we're both lucky down there. Now, take the money and get some clothes. When you get a job, you can pay it back. Or, just work it off by helping me with homework at college."

He pushed his hand with the money at me again.

"I'll pay you back," I said, slowly taking it.

I didn't like taking it, but I did only have a couple pairs of jeans and just a few shirts, mostly all worn pretty well out. And I needed socks and underwear.

"Get what you like. Okay?"

I nodded, wishing I didn't have to take his money.

"Come on. I'm going to get a few things elsewhere, unless you want me to pick your clothes out with you?"

"No thanks," I said, shaking my head.

"Meet you at the food court?"

"Yeah, fine."

We walked in together. I was so embarrassed.

"Want to hold hands?" he asked.

I did, but I didn't. I probably got so red. I shook my head.

We split and I got clothes. I spent most of it, but I really needed them. I got what was on sale when I could. It was four sacks full, and I felt like a king walking out of there.

He was waiting at a table when I got to the food court.

"Hi. Looks like success," he said, nodding at the sacks.

"Sales," I said, blushing.

"Whatever. Get enough?"

I nodded. I noticed he had several sacks from several stores next to him.

"Yeah, I got what I was after, and some other stuff. You can track it all if you want, to pay it back later. But I might not take the money when you offer it. I think I like spending money on you. If I have it, why not?"

I rolled my eyes. Then we went to his car where he locked our stuff in the trunk then we went to Wal-Mart. I was curious now.

"I get the usual stuff here. Saves some money. I'm not frivolous, you know. Just not clothes. Even the expensive Levis and such here are irregulars and shit."

No news to me. He made me pick up shampoo, deodorant, soap, all those kinds of things. He got such things for himself, too. Then back to his car.

"Spend enough yet?" I asked.

"No," he said, giving me a grin that had me very curious.

He pulled to the far end of the lot and parked.

"Now what?" I asked.

He leaned over and kissed me. It was grand! We made out like kids on a date. Our hands fondled and tickled. We got so hard and I got so excited! I was breathing hard when he pulled back and took off his shirt.

"Here? No way!" I exclaimed.

"Just change. We're going to lunch."

"What?"

He pulled a sack from behind the seats where I hadn't seen it and put it in my lap. Inside were several wrapped packages.

"I got some things I knew you'd never buy. Just shut up and put them on."

He pulled another sack from behind the seats and slid his seat back, then took his jeans off. I laughed when I saw how hard he was.

"Your fault," he said, grasping it.

He pulled off his shoes and socks, then he put on the clothes from the sack. Tan slacks, new tee-shirt, soft-gray dress shirt, black and multiple shades of gray tie. He smoothed out his hair in the rearview mirror.

"Well?" he asked, looking at me.

I gulped. I was so hard. He was so hot.

"Nice."

"Get dressed," he said, gawking and bouncing his eyes.

I sighed and giggled. I took off my clothes, then opened the new ones. Dark gray dress slacks, black belt, light-gray dress shirt, and almost the same tie. Black socks and shoes. I got dressed and felt odd.

"Well?" I asked with a grimace.

"Hot," he said, looking me over. "You look really great," he said, then leaned over and kissed me so nicely.

"I probably look like a dork."

"Not even. I knew you'd look right in those."

"Do I really?"

"Oh, hell yes!"

He kissed me again. We put the sacks in back and he moved his seat so that he could drive. We went to a restaurant that used linen tablecloths and napkins. No chain or franchise. It was awfully expensive, and I felt so out of place.

As soon as the waiter had introduced himself and offered the opening things and left, Jared winked and waved at me to follow him. We walked into the bathroom. He turned me toward the mirrors. He was stunning. He turned my head a little so that I saw myself. I was shocked. I didn't look like myself at all. I was handsome. Kind of cute. I really looked decent.

I started to cry. I didn't know why. He brushed at my eyes and hugged me, kissed me, and straightened my shirt after the hug.

"Told you," he said, grinning. "Now, get your adorable eyes dry and let's get back to the table."

I sniffled and dried my eyes with a small hand towel.

"Got to say, those slacks show off your ass something fierce!" and he slapped it, then massaged it.

I glanced down at his, and there was nothing at all wrong with how his stood out, all firm and round. I slapped my hand on his and felt around. It was really nice. And the way his package was wrapped in them wasn't bad at all! Not at all!

"We better get back before I take you into a stall and have my way with you," he laughed.

I wouldn't have minded. At all!

"Wait," I said suddenly as he turned. I looked at myself in that mirror, and I could tell I was hard.

"Oh, I see," he laughed. "We better wait a minute, huh?"

He looked down at himself. It wasn't nearly as obvious as mine, but it was visible enough. We laughed and washed our hands, and we talked about normal stuff. Mine wouldn't go down. I was way too excited! I ended up tucking it down almost between my legs. It was uncomfortable, but invisible.

I'd never had veal parmesan before, with the exception of a television dinner or two. It was the cheapest thing on the menu and I insisted on it. It wasn't just good, it was probably the best thing I had ever eaten! He had beef bourguignon, which turned out to be pot roast with vegetables, and cost more than what I would have taken from my parents at any one time, even if they had that much. He shared some, and it was really good. Dessert was some kind of cake or something from a cart of desserts and coffee. We talked about what we wanted to do with our lives now that we were out of school. I had no plans and no prospects. I had expected to work at a restaurant or retail store in Indianapolis until I could get out of Indiana all together. He said there were public option classes at the university, and I could enroll in them while I stayed with him at his apartment.

Back out in his car, I felt as if I were some other person than myself. I was too happy to be who I was used to being.

We went back to his apartment. I carried more with me up those stairs than I had ever owned at any one time before. And I was sure that what I was wearing cost more than all of that together.

I put the sack next to my worn out pack and stretched. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my ear.

"You really are totally sexy in those pants," he breathed in my ear.

His hands slid down my sides and one moved in back to cup my ass while the other went in front to my groin, and he softly breathed on my neck and kissed me there. I melted into his arms and against him.

There was a knock on the door.

"Well, fuck, of course," he complained.

"Should I hide in the bathroom?" I asked.

"What?" he snapped, then spun me to face him. "No!"

He kissed me and hugged me.

There was another knock.

"Stand right there."

I grabbed up a sack and stood with it in both hands so it covered what I didn't want anyone to notice. He went to the door and opened it. It looked like it was his dad at the door.

"What's up?" he asked the man.

"We saw you pull in. We wondered if you wanted to join us for dinner tonight. We're going to Maxine's. Your friend is welcomed to join us of course."

"No, thanks. We just had something in town. But, um, do you and Mom have a few minutes?"

"Surely. Should I bring her up?"

"No. We'll be down in a few minutes."

"Fine. We'll be in the nook."

"Thanks."

He closed the door and turned to face me. He shrugged and grinned.

"What the hell?" I asked.

"Something I want to tell them. And I want you there when I do."

"What?"

"That I'm gay."

That wasn't the what I had asked, but it did answer that question anyway.

"You're serious?"

"Yeah. I've been waiting to tell them a while. I thought about waiting until I was away at college, but, fuck it. I've got you now. And if you're going to be staying here, I want them to know why. I don't want to have to hide it and shit. Is that okay with you?"

I wasn't sure. Not at all. It was great that he was so willing to be with me in front of his parents and such, but it was so embarrassing, too. I was known as gay at school, since I had gotten tired of hiding it and had told everyone. So why not tell his parents?

I nodded at him. He grinned even wider then walked toward me and hugged me tight after kissing once.

"Come on."

I put down the bag and followed him into the house. The place wasn't huge, but it was big and very nicely designed and decorated. We went through the kitchen and then into what looked like an informal sort of den, then into the sunny area at the back of it that looked out onto the back yard. Both of his parents were there in big chairs around a large table. There were four other chairs around that big table, and Jared led me to one across from his parents and sat down next to me.

I was so nervous. He sat there for a moment, glancing at me and then his parents.

"First, I put something in my deposit box at the bank. If something happens to me in the next few days, I want you to do what you think you should with it. Police included if you want."

"What are you talking about, son?"

His dad looked a lot like him. Strong and well-built, handsome, with strong features. Same hair and eyes. His mom was very pretty, but didn't resemble him much at all. They both looked worried.

"I'm going to tell my friends that I'm gay. If something happens, the letter is there in case."

They looked at each other, all shocked and surprised, then back at him. They glanced at me, then back at him.

"This is Steve. He's going to stay with me a while."

"I see," his dad said evenly, then kind of nodded at me.

His mom still looked a little surprised, then smiled at me.

I heard Jared sniffle. I looked over and saw him wipe his eyes. I didn't even think, I just reached my arm out and put it across his shoulders.

"Well, son, we can't say we're totally surprised. We've seen you bring girls home, not that we watch, but you weren't exactly secret about it all through high school. You never brought a girl to meet us, though, even before you moved up there," his dad said."But, before you moved up there, we got the hints."

Jared snickered and looked up, and was darkly red. I made a mental note to ask exactly what hints those were.

"We talked about the possibility, to be honest," his mom said next. "We're not stupid. And we don't care. If you're happy with other boys, so be it, son."

"I was going to wait until I moved to college, but... hell. I met Steve here, and... I asked him to come stay with me. And..."

It was clear it was hard for him to keep talking past the tears and sobs.

"It's fine, son," his dad said.

His mom got up and walked to Jared, leaned down, and hugged him. His dad came over and did the same from the other side, and pulled me in with him. It was the weirdest moment of my life. I'd never gotten a hug from my parents, and here I was being hugged by Jared's folks and they had only just met me.

I couldn't help but cry.

Finally, his parents sat back down across from us, his mom's makeup ruined, but she didn't seem to care much.

"I'm glad you found someone," she said finally. "I guess you met in school?"

"Yeah," Jared said with a nod. "I've known he's gay a while. I was too scared and stupid to go talk to him, though. He's the greatest."

My jaw dropped.

"So, I guess that makes him your boyfriend?" his dad asked.

"I don't know." He shrugged and looked at me. "Are you?"

I shrugged. I didn't know. I liked the idea, for sure.

"I knew I liked him a while. He's got the cutest smile. You'll see when he's not so nervous." He laughed a little. I was too stunned and nervous to laugh. "Boyfriends or not, I do like him, a lot."

He leaned in and kissed me, right there in front of his parents. I almost pulled away, but not from a kiss from him. Never.

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