This is just a random story that has been knocking around in my head for a while. Inspired by nothing in particular. You may notice I like to write the lead-ups. So skip to the end if you're just here for the sex.
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I woke up to the dawn's first light at the top of our bedroom window. My little brother, with whom I had to share a bed, was spreadeagled with one arm pressed annoyingly against my cheek. I slid quietly out of bed so as not to wake him and got dressed in the dark. Out in the mudroom I put on my heavy jacket and boots, grabbed my school bag and left. Crunching down the gravel road I looked back over my shoulder at the house. All of the windows were still dark.
I walked the two blocks to Miss Ellie's house where I circled around back and carried several stacks of wood from the shed to the back porch. Then to the back entrance where I let myself in with a key and took off my boots and coat in her mudroom. I carried some of the wood I'd brought up down to the basement to get the furnace going. Even though the coals from the night before were completely cold I had it going in a few minutes. I adjusted the dampers then back outside to pee in the outhouse. Miss Ellie's house had a perfectly good indoor commode, but it was old enough that the original outhouse was still standing and I didn't want to wake her. By the time I came back the furnace had made a decent set of coals and I was able to damp and stoke it. I could hear Miss Ellie still snoring. The house would be nice and warm by the time she woke up. I took a biscuit from the day before to eat on the way to school.
I had to wait at the corner for my brother who finally came strolling up as if he had no care in the world. This annoyed me and I yelled at him to get moving. School was, well school. It was a small town and there were only 100 kids and only a dozen in 11th grade with me. It could get very repetitive. But I worked hard. I wanted to graduate and escape this place.
After school I walked my brother as far as the corner then went back to Miss Ellie's house. I tapped lightly on the door then opened it without waiting for an answer. Leaving my boots again in the mudroom I went inside to see Miss Ellie was sitting in her armchair reading one of her many books. She smiled at me and said, "Hello, Richard." She always called me by my full name. "How was school today?"
"Same as always," I said. I pretended to dislike it, but I actually shared her passion for learning and she knew it. One of the reasons that we got along so well. We'd had many conversations about literature, science, and philosophy. She might be the most brilliant person I'd ever met.
"I have good news," she said. "My nephew Walter will be coming to stay for a month in the summer." She had mentioned Walter before but it was usually when she was telling me something horrible that he did. Didn't actually sound like a good kid. She must have seen the look on my face. "Oh, I know, he can be a snot. That's part of the reason he's coming to stay. He needs to slow the pace down a bit. Learn to relax."
'Does he?,' I thought. Well this was definitely a good place for that. Nothing ever happened here. She was still giving me a curious look.
"Well, I hope you'll get along," she said.
We sat and talked some more about school and philosophy before I went out to cut and stack more firewood. Then I came in to clean up the dishes and tidy the kitchen. Miss Ellie was actually very neat so there was not usually a lot for me to do. She moved slow but could probably could have gotten along fine by herself. She might have hired me just as a favor but I was happy to help. Our family needed the money and I needed the companionship.
Spring came at last and had turned firmly to summer when school let out. I worked at both my house and Miss Ellie's most of each day. But I had time to relax at the river too. I was speeding through a just published novel Miss Ellie had lent me. "There Will Be Time" by Poul Anderson. I found myself identifying and drawn to Jack Havig.
Miss Ellie also had me get her guest room ready for Walter. On the day of his arrival she drove over to Milton and picked him up at the bus station. I was working in Miss Ellie's front garden when they pulled up and I stood up to watch the arrival. Walter stepped warily from the car and looked around. He was 15, I knew, about a year younger than me. He was overdressed for both the country and the bus ride but I thought this was probably intentional. He was probably striving for aloof but merely looked uncomfortable. Still attractive though. He had that sleek upper class and well cared for look about him.
Miss Ellie was introducing us. My hands were dirty from the garden so I didn't offer to shake and Walter didn't seem inclined anyway. Miss Ellie asked if I'd help with the bags and I said sure. Brushing as much dirt off me as I could I came around to the car where I grabbed both of Walter's bags. I headed to the front door where I stopped to take off my shoes. Walter shuffled up the front steps and waited for me. I opened the door and picked up the bags again.
I put both bags in the guest room then came back downstairs to see Walter looking disdainfully around the room. He focused on me, "Aren't you going to unpack my bags?" This confused me and I just mumbled a no.
"Not much of a houseboy, are you?" he said.
"Now let's get this straight, young man," Miss Ellie said coming up behind him. "Richard is not a servant nor does he work for you. In fact you will be working for him for the next month, so you'd best behave. Tomorrow you'll be helping him to paint the garage."
I'm not sure who was more shocked at that statement. Walter or me. Also I'd never heard her use that tone before. But then I'd never been rude to her either.
Walter recovered quickly. He looked at me and said, "It'll be a pleasure working for you... Dick."
This was going to be a lot of fun.
Late the next morning I was back at Miss Ellie's planning to get started on the badly-peeling garage. The garage was a separate building from the house, half garage, half workshop. I laid out a tarp then got out the ladder and a scraper and got to work.
After I'd been at it for half-an-hour Walter shuffled up looking even grumpier than the day before. "Ellie says I have to help you."
"Ok," I said. "There's another scraper in the garage. But you probably want to go change first." He was wearing a button down shirt, slacks, and dress shoes.
"This is the kind of stuff I brought."
"Well I guess you'll have to get it dirty then."
"My mom would kill me," he said.
"Fine," I said. "I'll go home and find you something." I climbed down off the ladder and walked home. This job was going to take forever with his sort of help. I returned with an old pair of shorts, t-shirt, and sneakers.
Walter was sitting aimlessly on a rock when I got back. I handed him the clothes he looked at them in disgust. I ignored him and went back to work. He went into the garage to change. When he came out he looked much more like a kid than he had, swamped in my slightly larger clothes and shuffling along in shoes that were a little too big.
"Did you get a scraper?" I asked.
"No."
I sighed. "In the second drawer to the right of the bench," I said. After what seemed several minutes he returned with a decent scraper. "Start anywhere. Just try to get most of the flakes on the tarp."
Wordlessly he began scraping but he was pretty ineffective. I finished the top section I was working on and moved the ladder over. I kept working back and forth on my side until I was standing on the ground at the lower part.
About this time Miss Ellie came out with some lemonade in a pitcher and some sandwiches. She eyed the side of the garage, obviously noticing the difference in the two sides, but didn't say anything. "You boys are making good progress."
"Thanks," I said. I took the drinks and sandwiches from her and carried them over to the shade of a big oak tree. Walter set the scraper down and joined me.
"How'd you get to be Ellie's houseboy?" Walter said.
"Don't start that crap again," I said. After the surly attitude this morning I had no patience for him. "I work for Miss Ellie, and I happen to like her. And I've heard the kind of trouble you get in at that fancy boarding school of yours, so don't go acting higher-than-thou."
He looked at my defiantly and I felt kind of bad, but not too bad.
"You know why Miss Ellie lives alone don't you?"
I just stared at him. Truth was I didn't.
"She's an 'old maid' as they used to say. Never married. But then that's because you can't marry another woman."
This shocked me. I had never thought to ask about Miss Ellie's life. Being gay was a scandal in a town like this. Which is why I was keeping my own leanings a secret. How was it that with all of my soul-searching about myself, and long conversations where I told her my fears, I never thought to ask about her. No wonder she'd always been so full of understanding and encouragement.
Walter could tell he rattled me and I didn't like that. Finally, I growled, "Whatever. I don't really care. She is who she is and I'm happy to work for her and to call her a friend."
Walter seemed a little disappointed. "Let's get back to work," I said. "Put the dishes on the porch." Without waiting for him I got up and went back over to start scraping. He took as long as possible but eventually was back at it. The day wore own, mostly in silence.
After two more days, during which silence had turned to near steady stream of whining from Walter and an equal stream of what I hoped were stern admonishments from me, we were finally done scraping.
Miss Ellie had taken Walter in to town for some more suitable clothes so on the day we started painting he was wearing his own painting clothes. He'd never painted before so I had to show him how to do it without leaving a lot of brushstrokes. He accepted the advice sullenly but did it correctly. Things were going pretty well and by lunchtime the sun was full force and we had both ditched our shirts. Walter was beginning to get a decent tan and he was awfully damn cute, if a little skinny. Why did that cute body have to carry around such a snotty personality?
At lunchtime Miss Ellie again brought us sandwiches and lemonade. Then it happened. As Walter was climbing down the ladder he snagged the can of paint on the top of the ladder and managed to dump the entire thing down himself. Not sure how he managed it but he pretty much perfectly coated one side of himself.
"Oh dear," Miss Ellie said. After checking to see how much landed on me I looked back at Walter. It was all I could do not to laugh at both the paint and the shocked expression on his face.
"What, what do I do?" he stammered.
"We're going to need to hose you off," she said. "Come around to the side of the garage. She marched away and Walter reluctantly followed, duck walking and leaving a trail of pale yellow paint in the grass. I followed after them. Truthfully it's because I was looking forward to witnessing a little humiliation.
Miss Ellie pulled out the hose and turned it on. "I'm sorry, but this will be pretty cold." And she started spraying him without warning.
"Hey!" he yelped.
Expressionless, Miss Ellie kept spraying him top to bottom while Walter stood dejectedly. The paint pooled in the grass. His shorts started clinging to him and I found myself getting a little aroused. 'Stop that,' I told myself.
"That's as much a will come off that way, I think. Go use the outside shower," she said pointing to the stall on the side of the garage, "Strip off and I'll wash your clothes. Richard, you'll need to go in and help him."
"I don't want him to help."
"It's either him or me. You're not going to be able to get all of that off by yourself."
Walter trudged over to the shower and examined it. It was just a hand-formed concrete basin with painted plywood walls and a shower head bolted to the wall. The door was a framed piece of plywood with rusted hinges. The whole thing was painted the same color as the rest of the garage. He went in by himself and closed the door saying, "I don't need you."
I waited next to the stall anyway. Miss Ellie had already walked off and shortly returned with a towel, soap, sponge, and canvas bag. She peered at the stall then handed all of the stuff to me. "Good luck," she said.
I waited a minute or two then called over the wall. "Walter, I have a bag for your clothes. Do you want to hand them out?" He didn't say anything for a minute. "Walter?"
The door creaked open a crack and then his hand stuck out holding a pair of shoes and socks. I took those gingerly and put them in the bag. The door closed. I stood waiting. It opened again and he handed me the bundle of his clothes which I added to the bag. "Wait," I said. He stopped and I handed him the sponge and soap.
"I'm going to go give your clothes to Miss Ellie and I'll be right back," I said as the door squeaked closed again. I tossed the towel over the top of the partition so he could see it. When I'd done that and come back I was surprised to see the towel still there and the water not running.
"Walter?" He didn't answer. "Walter? Are you ok, dude?" I thought I heard faint sobbing. "I'm coming in," I said. He still didn't reply so I opened the door slowly. Walter was standing naked and dry facing away from me. "I don't need you," he said again. This time I was certain he'd been crying.
"Look," I said. "I'm going to help you wash up, then you can go inside and get properly cleaned up and dressed. It's just paint. It's no big deal." I was feeling bad for earlier wishing for his humiliation.
"I hate this place," he said.
"C'mon," I said. "I'll turn on the water and get you cleaned up." I kicked off my shoes and tossed them over the wall. I didn't want to get my shorts wet, but there was also a really good chance I'd pop a boner and it'd be obvious in my briefs.
He was still facing the wall. I turned on the water and it sputtered loudly into the basin in between us. The water was cold coming straight from the well and smelled faintly of lime. I picked up the sponge from where he'd dropped and got it wet. "I'm going to wipe the paint off your back," I said. "Ok?"
Walter didn't answer. I gingerly touched the sponge to his back and he pushed himself farther up against the wall.
"I'm sorry," I said. "But we have to get the paint off."
"I can't let you touch me."
"Why?" He was silent but I waited him out.
"You know why I'm here in this shithole?"
"No, why?" I didn't know where this was going but I thought the best thing was to keep him talking.
"I punched a kid."
I waited. "Why did you do that?"
"He called me a faggot in front of everyone. Told them that I suck cock."
"And you hit him because he said that?"
There was a long silence during which there was only the sound of the water splattering down. Finally he said, so quietly that I could barely hear him above the water, "No, I hit him because it was true. I am. I thought he loved me. And then everyone knew. And my father...."
My mind was reeling. I hated this stupid snot for being lazy, withdrawn, and treating me like crap. But suddenly I understood. It just came to me.
"And so you got sent here. As punishment. Having to work for a month. Cut off from everyone. Because you're an outcast. You're parents are disappointed in you."
"Screw you."
"You told me you knew about Miss Ellie. Do your parents know?"
"Yes."
"Has it occurred to you that maybe they weren't so disapproving? Maybe they didn't send you here as punishment? Maybe they thought she was the best one to talk to you about this? Maybe they thought you needed some peace and quiet and someone who would listen?"
Walter didn't say anything.
"Miss Ellie is great listener. She has always listened to me. She helped me understand who I am."
It took a few minutes before that sank in. He first looked over his shoulder at me then half turned. I determinedly kept my eyes fixed on his face.
"Are you..." he asked.
I nodded. "Pretty sure. Not that I have had a chance to see. Not with anyone in this town."
"You don't hate me?"
"Well I can't say as I have enjoyed your company much these last few days, but..." Before I could continue tears welled up his eyes again. "But, that's because I didn't understand. I get it now. Can we start over?"
Walter nodded.
"Let's start by getting all that paint off you. Can I?"
Walter nodded again.
I took the sponge and began slowly wiping his shoulder. The part of the paint that had dried came off in flakes and gathered around the drain. The wet parts swirled off into the water. I worked my way down cleaning is back, side, and chest where the paint had landed. I was thankfully able to skip the middle since he'd been wearing shorts but I had to kneel down and rub his leg, periodically wringing out the sponge. At this angle I couldn't help notice that he'd become hard. He had a skinny cock that pointed straight out from a small neat bush of pubic hair. I admired the muscles and shape of his leg. I resisted the urge to rub my hands up his body. I stood up and found him looking at me, the tears gone, and maybe a tinge of lust in his eyes. I looked down and realized I was bulging out my shorts. Walter's eyes were fixed on my crotch.
I looked back down at his erection then back at his face. I never wanted anything more than to reach out and grab it, but I didn't.
"So you've never," he asked, "done anything with a guy?"
"No," I said.
"I would like to show you," he said. My cock jumped at the words, but it was all too fast. Any Miss Ellie would be waiting.
"I think we'd better get back up to the house," I said.
Walter said, "I guess".
I shut off the water and shivered. My shorts were pretty wet but there was not much I could do about that.
"The towel is all yours," I said. "Just wrap that around you and go on up to the house."
I slipped out the door, found my shoes, and went around to the side where we'd been painting to clean up. I figured we were probably done for the day. I hosed off the ladder and cleaned up the spilled paint can, but not much I could do about the paint in the grass. Put away the brushes and the tarp and closed the garage.
I figured I'd better walk back up to the house and let Miss Ellie know what's going on. My shorts were still slightly wet but not too bad. I knocked on the door and went in after Miss Ellie called.
"So," she said.
"I cleaned up but I think we're done for the day, if that's ok."
"Quite ok."
"Is Walter all right?" I asked.
She smiled at my concern. "I think so. Said he was going to go take a proper shower and get dressed. I think you broke through to him."
"You might have warned me," I said.
"I think you both needed to come to it on your own. Please be his friend for the rest of his time here. If you can. He needs one. But be careful also. Both of you are currently of fragile heart. And raging hormones."
I smiled and nodded. "I think he might talk to you now," I said.
"Not yet," she said. "But soon."
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yes, thank you."
The next week was a lot different. Walter opened up to me and told me about school. He was on the track team and liked math. He told me about the kid he punched. The kid he thought was his boyfriend but it turned out he just liked getting blowjobs. In return I told him a bit about myself and my desire to escape this small town and go to college somewhere with more to offer.
We finished painting the garage and took the next day off. After swearing him to secrecy about anything gay, I took Walter down to the river hangout to meet a few of my friends. My little brother unfortunately tagged along which limited the conversation, and sadly no one went skinny dipping this time. But Walter was the most relaxed I'd seen him. In fact my friends wondered why I'd been complaining about him. He was talking to Miss Ellie too and I could tell it was having an effect.
Our next project for Miss Ellie was rebuilding a fence, which Walter knew nothing about but he was now a much more willing apprentice and we were coming along on that. It'd been almost two weeks since he first came to visit and I was beginning to think I might miss him when he was gone.
A couple of days into the fence-building I walked up to Miss Ellie's house one morning and was surprised to see her car gone. I wondered if she and Walter were gone for the day. I knocked on the front door and didn't hear an answer. I opened it with my key and stuck my head inside. "Anyone home?"
Walter replied that he was upstairs.
"Well come downstairs," I said. "It's time to get to work."
"Come up here for a minute," he called. I sighed, kicked off my sneakers and padded barefoot up the stairs. I opened the door to Walter's room and was irritated to see him still in bed. Except he was grinning.
"Why are you still in bed?" I asked.
"Aunt Ellie is gone for the day. Said she would not be home until supper."
"And?"
"I thought that might give me a chance to show you what I promised."
My mind was blank for a minute, then I clued in. "What? Really?"
"If you still want to," he said.
I knew that I shouldn't. But I nodded.
"Climb into bed with me."
I looked down.
"Well not in your work clothes," Walter said.
I took off my shirt without a thought but hesitated to drop my shorts. After he smiled at me again I dropped them and went over to the bed. It was a single so I pretty much had to press right up to him. I lay on my back with the covers pulled up to my chest not sure what to do. Walter turned on his side and stroked my chest sending incredible chills through my body.
"I, uh," I said. "You know I'm not sure that... you know I don't want to be like..."
"You're not like him," Walter said. "And I know you don't want to stay with me, that's ok. I just want to show you what it can be like. I owe you."
"I'm not sure that I wouldn't want to..."
"Don't worry about," Walter said. "Later. Just enjoy this." He pressed his body against mine, one hand still rubbing my chest and his legs and feet pressed against mine. His hand drifted across my underwear and rubbed my inner thigh, the drifted up and pressed my hardening cock through my underwear. My breath caught and I shivered. He squeezed then pushed his hand under the elastic band. The first ever touch on my cock was indescribable.
"I didn't know you were uncircumsized," he said.
"It never came up," I replied.
"Has now," he said and laughed. "I want to see."
Walter pulled away from me and rolled off the other side of the bed. I was shocked to realize he was already naked and I hadn't noticed. He walked around the bed with his erection bouncing in front of him and stood next to me. I reached up to grab him but he pulled away. "Later," he said.
Walter pulled the blankets off of me and grabbed the elastic of my underwear. He pulled them up freeing my cock to harden all of the way. Then he pulled them down as I lifted my butt. He pulled my underwear all of the way off then pushed me to the center of the bed. He ripped all of the blankets off and got down between my legs.
I felt his breath all around me and he nuzzled my crotch and then licked my balls. He sat up a little bit and moved his head up, staring closely at my cock. He grabbed my foreskin and pulled it up, then back down exposing my head. I almost came right there but then he touched the tip and it was like an electric shock. I jumped.
"Sorry," I said.
"Is it really sensitive?"
"Yes."
"Hmm... Let's see." He first licked the the full length of my shaft and the engulfed me. I actually yelped and then started bucking my hips uncontrollably. He managed to control me, holding my pelvis down with one hand and timing his movements to my thrusts. In a matter of seconds I cried out again and shot load after load into his mouth.
When I relaxed I realized I was covered in a fine sweat. He licked the tip again and I jumped, but he just laughed. Walter pulled himself up so that he could put his head on my chest. I didn't really know what to do with my hands so I just draped one hand along his back, holding him to me.
After a few minutes he reached down and started playing with me again. I didn't think I could get hard again so quickly but to my surprise I soon was back to full length and I just stayed there as Walter slowly stroked my foreskin back and forth. Neither one of us said anything. He just kept stroking then working his hips pushing his own erection into my thigh. I wanted to reach down and grab him, but I had to make do with a hand on the top of his butt as it thrust back and forth. Before I knew it he pushed hard into me and held it there and I felt warm cum spilling out onto me. I don't know why but the feeling of that was so amazing that I felt my own orgasm approaching. Unfortunately he stopped and I reached down with my other hand and stroked his hand back back and forth on my cock, going fast for a few seconds until I shot again, this time onto my chest.
We lay there both panting and practically stuck together. Eventually I spoke, "We better do at least a little work on the fence or Miss Ellie will know what we've been up to all day."
"Ok," Walter said. "I'll clean up and get dressed. But we'll need to take a long break for lunch, right?"
Walter released my dick and rolled over. I looked at the now soft cock that I had not yet held.
"Yes," I said. "Yes, we will."
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