nothing false and possible

Hmm… I want to thank everyone for reviewing. (I plan on thanking you specifically in a few chapters, at least.) It is greatly appreciated. I’m glad that my punctuality (hehe), and my grammarian skills are meeting up to par. That’s always a plus, in my book. Okay, since everyone was so nice, I’ve decided to give you a little reward, but next chapter I’m getting on with the storyline. This was just a little bit of fodder and nonsense. It furthers the attraction, but not the story. Please review anyway. I’m not truly sure whether I’m writing the… ‘scenes’ well enough. Like I said, I’m new to this and I need to be reprimanded and/or praised, as I deserve it.

::nothing false and possible- chapter three::

Stephen stopped by Andrea’s house around lunchtime the next day. He had decided to skip school and ponder over everything that had happened to him over the last few weeks. Andrea had called him during her second block class, blessing him out for skipping without her. He laughed and made fun of her double standards, as he pulled into her driveway. “I’m going to go pick up my baby, then go shopping. I need a new pair of shoes, because mine are about to rot off of my feet.”

“My dad is probably still asleep. He doesn’t do hinghing else, when he’s on vacation. You can just walk right in and get the doll. It’s laying on my bed.” Andrea grunted. “That thing woke me up four times last night. I was about to shuck it out the window, but I realized how important it was to you, so I stopped.”

Stephen chuckled and approached the front door. “I appreciate that, Andy. You’re a good friend.” He knocked a couple of times and then turned the knob, finding it open. “I’ll talk to you later, okay? Enjoy school.”

Andrea grunted again and hissed. “You are a bastard, Stephen, and I hate you.”

“Love you too. Bye.” Stephen closed up his phone and shoved it in his pocket. He walked inside and shut the door behind him, before calling out for Andrea’s dad. “Mr. Davidson, are you home? I saw your car and Andy told me I should just walk in.” Stephen waited and received no answer. He decided that someone must have picked Alec up and taken him out to lunch. He couldn’t really explain why, but for some reason that thought did not sit well with him.

Stephen glanced through the living room and into the kitchen, before he headed upstairs to get the doll. It started crying immediately after he snatched it up “Damn it.” Stephen shoved his hand into the baby’s back and turned the key that was supposed to represent mother’s milk and/or attention. It was sated for the time being, so he waited for a couple of minutes, before letting it go.

After the crying stopped, Stephen lay back on Andrea’s bed and sighed. He laid the doll down beside him and swore silently. He was going to fail miserably.

Stephen started to rest his eyes, but he opened them again, when music started wafting upstairs from somewhere on the first level. Stephen smirked when he realized that it was Benny and the Jets, by Elton John. “Good choice.” He muttered, before getting up and walking downstairs, once more.

Stephen got downstairs and walked through the living room to the kitchen. He had to cover his mouth, to hold back the laughter over the sight that greeted him. Alec was home, first of all. There he stood, in all of his glory, wearing a wife-beater and a pair of Dr. Seuss boxer shorts, and sbingbing a gigantic pot, while… well, it wasn’t exactly dancing. It was more of an erratic rhythm that he had worked up, with his hips. Stephen took a second look at those hips and nodded, appreciatively. Dancing or not, it was surely mesmerizing.

Alec was gorgeous. His legs were well toned and flexing as he shifted his hips from side to side. The muscles in his arms and shoulders were contracting, as he scrubbed the pot. Stephen had a brief moment where he remembered being held in place by those arms. All he wanted, at the moment, was to be held yet again by those arms, but he knew that in the long run, it would not be enough. “Nice moves. Think you can teach me how to groove like that?”

Alec jumped and, unintentionally, slung soap all over the wall behind the sink. He turned and looked at Stephen, with a stricken look. “Where in God’s name, did you come from?”

Stephen chuckled and shook his head. Alec was wiping the soap on his boxers. “Well, when a man and a woman love each other very much…”

Alec realized that the water from his hands was soaking his boxers and he grabbed up a hand towel. “I should spank you for sneaking up on me like that.”

Stephen looked from the dampened boxers to the hands that made them that way, and he shivered slightly. Spankings?

Alec watched the boy’s reaction and shook his head. “No. I don’t deal in that. It was a joke, albeit a bad one.”

Stephen shrugged and pulled a chair out from the kitchen table. He took a seat and motioned at Alec’s half-nakedness. “Do you just live in your pajamas? Yesterday it was a robe and today it’s…” Stephen smirked wickedly. “…Trailer Trash Ken.”

“I look nothing like a Ken doll.” Alec stated matter-of-factly. “My underwear isn’t grafted into my skin.”

Stephen laid his head down on his arms, but continued to stare at Alec. “You just keep opening up places for me to insert my smart ass comments.”

Alec gave the boy a half-smirk and shook his head. “Yes, but if you want to keep your smart ass intact, you’ll keep the comments to a minimum.”

Stephen nodded and spoke through a yawn. “Fair enough.” The boy rubbed his face in his arms and sighed. “I think we need to talk about yesterday.” He mumbled into his forearms.

Alec shook his head… not that Stephen actually saw it. “I don’t think we need to discuss anything that we can’t talk about, while looking at each other.”

Stephen sat up and turned himself, until he was completely facing his older counterpart. He stared Alec in the eyes and asked, straight faced. “What was that yesterday?”

Alec looked down at his feet and opened his mouth, as if he were going to say something. He closed it again, when he realized that there really was no right wording for what happened the day before. “I really don’t know how to answer that, Stephen.”

Stephen grunted, when he realized that the man couldn’t make eye contact with him. “Was it just lust? Do you just think I’m a pretty boy?” Stephen sighed when he saw Alec’s expression darken. “I’ll understand if it was and I promise not to hold it against you.”

“Stephen, you are just a kid. I wanted us to be friends, because you are so easy to get on with… but it seems that I complicated the matter. I think I was trying to prove something. I’m not sure if it was trying to prove to you that you were too green or if I was trying to prove to myself that I could stop myself from advancing to that level.” Alec rubbed his eyes with his forefinger and his thumb. “I think that I ended up proving nothing, and I put a block where we could have started a real friendship. You’re just a kid.” Alec sighed and dropped his head back. Who was he trying to convince?

Stephen went stoic for a moment and shrugged. “Between you and me, I’ve always thought that ‘lets just be friends’ was a way of brushing someone off. If you had stated that as your goal, I would have heard ‘get lost kid’ Oh, and, by the way, I hate being referred to as a kid. If I’m old enough to vote and die for my country, I think I should be seen as an adult.”

The insolent frown on Stephen’s face was driving Alec crazy. It’s like everything about the boy wanted to be fucked. “Stephen, I believe you are very mature for your age, but I really don’t think you are old enough to know what you want out of life, yet.” Alec took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Look… I don’t want you to not come around. I even want us to hang out sometimes. The problem at hand is…” How tactful did he have to make it, so as not to shock the boy? If he wasn’t blunt enough, though, Stephen might not understand how serious he was. “The problem is that half the time I just want to molest you in some form, and back here in the real world, where it isn’t just you and me, that’s wrong.”

“Why?” Stephen crossed his arms across his chest. Alec was giving him all sorts of ethical reasons that didn’t mean crap, and he was getting kind of tired. “The only thing keeping us from just enjoying each other’s company… is you.” Stephen smirked and shook his head. “I don’t care about you being old, why do you care if I’m a little bit younger?”

Alec’s mouth dropped open, in shock. “Well, I’m not exactly ‘old’. I’m just thirty five.”

Stephen snorted and nodded, knowingly.

Alec shrugged and amended his statement. “Thirty eight, alright?”

“Just like I was saying. You’re practically ancient.” Stephen smirked and waved his hand at whatever Alec was about to say. “Look, if your first concern had been your daughter finding out about us, I would have cooled my jets, straight away. Instead, you pulled that age difference crap, and that just doesn’t… what’s the term you use?” The boy thought for a moment and remembered. “It just doesn’t fly with me.”

Alec shook his head. “Stephen, you are ay nay naïve child. Plus, you should be in school. You didn’t skip so that you talk to me, did you?” The older man cocked his head to the side and tried to silently analyzed Stephen’s earlier motives.

“A little bit cocky, aren’t we?” The blonde grunted, as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Actually, I just needed time to consider how I was going to tell my boss to lay off on the heavy petting, without getting fired. There is also the whole me moving out thing, not to mention the fact that… I don’t want to be an editor!” Stephen pulled in a lung full of air, and held it until he couldn’t any longer. He felt a little better after the exhalation. “I don’t know how to tell my mom that I’m gay, either.” He added, slightly softer.

Alec nodded, sympathetically. He moved closer to the boy and sat down on the table, next to where he sat in the chair. “You could start off with, ‘Mom how do you feel about homosexuals?’ You know, you could wade it out, before diving in.” Alec watched the boy slump his shoulders and sniffed. “What about your dad?”

“You think I’m going to tell him that I’m one of those ‘fairy fucking faggots’ that run around downtown? You have got to be kidding me.” Stephen visibly wilted, and laid his head on the table. “He’d just get really drunk and tell his friends about it. Then, I’d get hassled by a bunch of blue collared, mill workers.” Stephen sighed loudly and trembled, a little bit. “The last thing I need is another asshole telling me that I’m nothing but a pretty little mouth and ass.”

‘Now, that was a weird way of wording it…’ Alec thought to himself. “Another asshole? You’ve been called these things before?”

Stephen sat up and pushed his chair away from the table. “I need to go.”

Alec didn’t like the look on the boy’s face. He looked completely dejected. “Stephen, please don’t…”

Stephen stood nd gnd gave Alec an odd look. “Andrea once told me that you were a psychologist over at Billingsworth.” Billingsworth was the local asylum that carried everybody from borderlines to raging psychotics.

“That’s true. If I seem to be analyzing you, I’m sorry, but that’s what I do.” Alec knew that his job really disturbed some people. Crackpots and junkies surrounded him, almost every day. It was no wonder that he was slightly neurotic himself.

Stephen waved off the apology and shook his head. “It doesn’t bother me. I was just wondering what Freud would say about this.” Stephen stepped in between Alec’s open knees and pressed his lips to the older man’s. He slanted his mouth over the older man’s and tried asking entry with his tongue. Alec seemed pretty preoccupied with trying not to get turned on, so Stephen took the initiative to grab Alec’s cock through his boxers. He massaged the organ, and it quickly stiffened in his palm.

Alec let out a moan and before he could protest… like he would… his mouth was filled with a young, talented tongue. It swept through his lips and lined the tips of his teeth. It teased his gums and tickled the roof of his mouth, all without causing him to gag or giggle. The whole time the boy mapped out his mouth, he continued to massage and knead his aching staff. God, this boy was so fucking hot! Alec grabbed Stephen by the ass and drew him into the warmth of his body. He pulled him as close as he could, forcing Stephen to ‘drop what he was doing’.

Stephen moaned and started to thrust forward, minutely, rubbing his crotch against Alec’s strong thigh. He was going to cum in his pants, without any help from his partner, if he didn’t do something soon. “I really want you to touch me, right now.”

Alec nodded and started to rip at the boy’s pant button. “Good to know, because I was going to, whether you said something or not.” The older man got the button undone and didn’t even bother with the zipper. He stuffed his hand down the opening and grinned when he had a hand full of young, male flesh. “You go commando?” He said with a grin, as he started a slow and easy rhythm.

“The eagle scouts always told me to be prepared.” Stephen gasped and let his head drop back, as Alec’s rhythm picked up.

Alec took the opportunity to latch on to Stephen’s neck, with his mouth. He licked, sucked, and bit the patch of skin, until it tura nia nice deep shade of purple. “You were an eagle scout?” He said before moving up to Stephen’s ear and outlining the shell with his tongue. His tongue slightly slipped into the cavern and the young man bucked into his grasp. ‘Bingo!’ Alec rejoiced, mentally, as he started to tease the boy’s lobe with his teeth. Stephen was steadily humping into his fist, now, and he was surely going to cum soon. “So, where you an eagle scout?”

‘Damn Alec and his smug voice! Why do I have to be the only one writhing?’ Stephen yelped as he felt a sharp burst of pleasure and he started to pant. He was resting his forehead on Alec’s shoulder now, and was making some nice claw marks on his back and shoulders, through his wife beater shirt. “No, I wasn’t.” He said in between pants. “But I had a small crush on one.”

Alec smiled and nodded. He gripped Stephen’s penis a little bit stronger and then, let go to move down and caress the downy sack underneath. “Why don’t youll hll have a crush on him? He turn out to be a schmuck?”

“No…” Stephen gasped and writhed in a mixture of pleasure/pain. He had to cum, now! “I… forgot him… when you… grabbed my dick!” Stephen’s breath stopped in his throat and he his vision blurred, as he spilled his seed. Stars shot out from behind his eyes, and all he could feel was absolute satiation. He slumped against Alec and tried to catch his breath, while his vision started to come back to him.

Alec still had his hand down the boy’s pants, softly petting his softening penis. His hand was covered in semen and his cock was screaming for attention. All in all, he was pretty satisfied with the outcome of today’s conversation. Alec pulled his hand out of the boy’s pants and looked at his palm with a smug smirk. He licked the palm and slowly sucked the sticky mess off of his fingers.

Stephen took a step back and watched the man in fascination, as he shook his head. “You tasted me.”

“Not fully. Not yet.” Alec wiped the remainder of the cum on his boxers and smiled at the young man. “I just suppose I should tell you… I’m a Jungian man, myself. Freud had nothing to do with this. You aren’t trying to fuck your father over, by messing around with me, and I’m surely not trying to regain a lost childhood, by trying to get into your pants, often and plenty.”

Stephen nodded silently and shakily took a seat next to Alec, on the table. “But where does this leave us?”

“Well, you have established that you are old enough to take the initiative into seducing me…”

“Which was almost too easy, by the way.” Stephen added, with a wry grin.

Alec shrugged. “Of all the things that Andy has said about me, one thing is true. I’m a slut.”

Stephen nodded and sighed. “You can be my slut, at least.”

Alec closed his eyes slowly and took a breath. “I know this will sound weird, seeing as how I just licked your semen off of my fingers, but… we should probably try to take this slow. We need to stay open to all options, but remain friends.”

Stephen’s jaw dropped and he scoffed. “We’re back to just being friends?”

Alec shrugged. “Friends that fuck? I don’t know.” The boy’s face was darkening by the second. “What can I do to win with you? Do you want to get married? Jesus.” Alec pushed himself up from his seat and almost fell. His legs were weak, even if his erection had long died away sense their make out session, only moments before. “I have to go get some clothes on and get ready for a dinner date that I have tonight.”

Stephen watched the man walk out of the kitchen and through the living room. “I’m leaving the next move up to you, Alec. You insist on pretending that you are the adult here, so I think you need to decide what you want. I may sound like I’m trying to get too serious too fast, but the truth is, I don’t care –where- I stand with you, specifically, as long as I -know- where I stand.” Alec had stopped at the foot of the staircase, and listened to Stephen’s plea. “Do you think I’m just one of Andrea’s attractive friend’s who is inclined to your type of ‘manhandling’? Or do you genuinely like me as a person, and would hang out with me, even if I were a little straight boy?”

“You should tell your boss that you aren’t inclined to women, and she’ll back off.” Alec spared the boy one last glance and headed upstairs.

Stephen hung his head and massaged his temples. He was very confused, very tired, and his pants were starting to stick to the inside of his leg. Maybe he should have gone to school, after all. Stephen stood up and took a few uncomfortable steps toward the door. He took a quick rest, pulled his pants away from his irritated skin, and headed out to his car. He was half way home when he realized that he had left the damned electronic baby behind, once again. Maybe Alec wouldn’t decide to shuck it, like his daughter had been inclined to do. All in all, Home Economics was truly the last worry on his mind.

TBC

Okay… This was possibly the biggest piece of crap ever written and put on the Internet. You are welcome to agree or disagree, as you feel inclined. Please review, to tell me what you think, or just tell me off. I’m not partial. Next chapter, though, will be furthering my boy into manhood, but not necessarily in a smutty way. Sorry guys, it can’t all be about the sex. (Hehe, yeah right… anyway, I mean it!)