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Jonathan 21
March 13
Jonathan returned to the cruising lay-by the following Thursday on his way home from work. There were five cars there when he arrived, and another car followed him closely into the lay-by. Steve also was there, and very quickly they went up into the copse, and tossed each other off. It was enjoyable in the short term, but unsatisfying in the longer.
The week after he went again, and somewhat to his surprise there were no other cars there. He sat in his car, and all that happened in the quarter of an hour he waited there was that a couple of cars drove through the lay-by without stopping.
On the third week there were a few cars including Steve's there, but it was pouring with rain, so the wood was out of bounds. Jonathan pulled up behind Steve, and hopped out of his car, tapped on Steve's window, and got in beside him.
"Good to see you Jon."
"I came last week, and the place was deserted."
"It happens like that." Steve reached over and rubbed his hand a couple of times up and down Jonathan's thigh before putting it over his cock. "Seems you're glad to see me too."
"Well, your hand doing that is bound to turn me on." Jonathan reached across with his hand and felt Steve's cock. "You feel as though you're wanting something."
"That's true." Steve pulled down Jonathan's zip and pushed his hand in.
"Sorry about the underwear." Jonathan moved to give Steve a freer access.
Steve's hand grasped Jonathan's cock. "I'm getting to like this tool of yours. There are lots of additional things I'd like to do with it."
Jonathan pulled down Steve's zip and his cock immediately was half out of his trousers. "You seem especially eager this afternoon."
They both laughed.
"But what additional things would you like to do with it?" asked Jonathan.
"Spend some time with you. Not just a quick toss off in the damp woods. I'd like to take your clothes off, slowly and deliberately. Kissing and licking each interesting part as it was revealed. Then a good long suck, and get you to give it to me fully and properly up my arse, and then the other way round."
"That is a most attractive thought."
They leaned in towards each other and kissed. The rain was so heavy that someone outside would have to be both incredibly inquisitive and oblivious to the downpour. Each held the other's cock.
Steve pulled his face back. "Jon, I live alone. Got a small flat in Luton. What about us getting together there properly? Spending some real time together. Could you stay a night?"
"Could do."
"Could you come back now?"
"No. I am expected home. There'd be a search party if I was that late, even if we went back to your place for a quickie."
Steve reached into a pocket and pulled out his wallet and extracted a card with his full name, address and phone number. "You can phone me there. I'm in most evenings. If you can come over for a night , all the better."
"Thanks; that's an attractive offer."
They resumed kissing, and slowly their actions on each other's cock became more deliberate. It was Jonathan who shot his load first, followed very soon after by Steve.
"Made a mess of your car."
"Soon wipe that off. There'll be that nice smell of cum for me to savour on the drive home."
Jonathan sniffed. "It's a nice clean smell, I always think."
"The best quality spunk you can find."
They both produced handkerchiefs and proceeded to mop themselves up. They talked for a little while.
"I must be going, Steve, before that search party sets out."
"I hope to hear from you soon."
"Yea. I must go." Jonathan lent across and they gave each other a kiss. He got out of the car and ran back through the heavy rain and got into his own. Steve drove off first, closely followed by Jonathan out of the lay-by, but soon Jonathan turned off for Whitgest, while Steve carried on along the main road towards Luton.
Jonathan drove back with a certain amount of excitement. His three times with Steve had been good. The invitation back to his place, and the desire that Jonathan should spend a night showed that he was more than interested in just a quickie. He reckoned that Malcolm would understand, and there would be no need for lies or lengthy explanations. He thought his grandfather would understand completely the sexual pressures he was under. Yes, he would phone Steve. Not that evening, perhaps the next day or even over the weekend.
Friday morning saw Jonathan back at work on time. He was no longer working with young James, but in the accounts department. As he was moved around Jonathan began to wonder if this was his father's idea, to give him a broad experience, with an eye to the possibility of Jonathan taking over from him in the fullness of time. This thought gave him some surprise, as he knew his father had not changed his views on homosexuality; though his father was always capable of surprising him. At times Michael was kind and considerate, at others his strict beliefs seemed to dominate and affect his character as well as his attitudes.
Jonathan and James would usually see each other once or twice in the course of a working day. James always had a friendly word and enquiry as to how Jonathan was getting on. Jonathan sensed that the younger man was trying to say something, but was hesitant about doing so. He wondered if it was because he was Michael, the owner's son.
On the way back to Whitgest that Friday evening Jonathan stopped the car just off the road a couple of miles from Whitgest. He wanted time to think. He had begun the day intending to phone Steve in the evening, but he was now having some doubts.
He remembered his words to Malcolm about wanting to find someone whom he could fully love, and be loved by. Was Steve a possibility? The limited sex they had had, had been good as far as it went. Jonathan thought about going further. Spending more time with Steve was likely to show their sexual compatibility. He knew from his experience at Bill's that he was versatile in the fullest understanding of that word in gay circles. Nothing Steve had said or done in their three meetings had led him to think anything other than that they were sexually compatible.
Steve was seventeen years older than he. Not a vast number of years, but significant. Could he see himself in a more lasting, even permanent relationship with Steve? He was doubtful. Then he realised that he knew very little about Steve. He knew almost nothing about his story. There was not only Steve's sexual story, but what other things he liked and disliked. There were things like taste in music, in reading, and if it came to living together, in eating. Then he realised that Steve knew next to nothing about himself. At some time he would have to be open and tell him that he had for six months been a sex worker, fair enough a high class one, but still in effect a rent boy working in London. He knew he would have to tell Steve that soon. That would be a difficult task.
He reached out to turn on the ignition, but then sat back. His time at Bill's was too recent, he was still too emotionally raw, to be able to face the possibility of rejection. He would not phone Steve when he got back that evening, he would think things over some more.
When he arrived back at his grandfather's house he reached into his pocket and took out the card which told him Steve's address and telephone number. He looked at it briefly, then tore it into small pieces. He got out of his car, and as he walked round to the back door, he put the pieces into the wheely-bin.
He never went to that lay-by again.
Since leaving Bill's, Jonathan had kept in regular touch with Kevin in New Zealand. This uncle was just seventeen years older. He had always liked Kevin, and now there was the additional tie in that they were both gay and out to each other. Jonathan found himself telling Kevin more than he told his grandfather. He had mentioned nothing of the Steve episode to Malcolm, but he had narrated every detail to Kevin; and that evening after tearing up Steve's card with the telephone number on it, he told Kevin his reasons.
The following morning there was a reply from Kevin.
Hi Neph,
Thanks for telling me your latest news. I think in the circumstances you have done the right thing. (Though I am sorry we'll not be treated to more cock-raising accounts of your activities -- at least for a little while ;-) ) Your time at Bill's will be with you for the rest of your life, but the real danger is that it will make it difficult for you to have b/fs, and in particular a special b/f. You have said that is what you would like. There is doubtless that special person, perfect body, sexually compatible, and everything else that you want somewhere in this world!
You have mentioned James several times. He is a person near your own age. Why not give him an opening and see where it leads? Another danger is that almost all your experience has been with older men. Do you want to have an older man as your b/f? There is nothing wrong with that, but I think you should think about it.
How long do you intend to work for the family firm? Do you intend to go to University, or has that idea been derailed? Owen and I have been talking, it would be wonderful to see you out here in New Zealand. So we are inviting you. You would have to put up with us. We usually wander round the house in our birthday suits, and if you copied you might be molested ;-). But perhaps you'd like that.
Give the old man my love. I think he is really enjoying having you around. I will send him an Email or phone over the weekend.
Love, Kev.
Jonathan thought a lot about Kevin's Email, especially what he said about older men. Yes, at Bill's he had mostly been with men older than himself, some of them considerably older. The more he thought, the more began to realise that his ideal was someone near to his own age -- could it be James?
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