721 Anderson Avenue

By Mark Arsenault

Published on Jan 5, 2024

Gay

721 Anderson Avenue-10 by M.P. Arsent

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"Well, you heard what the guy said about gays luring their kids in and raping them right?"

"Yeah, but you'd never do that."

"You know that and I know that, but all it takes is one incident to get us all painted with the same brush."

"That's not fair."

"No it isn't Gary but it is what sometimes happens. It's like when you hear a story about a youth center for troubled boys. You hear all about the boys, but hardly ever about the guy who is putting the effort and sometimes a good deal of money into getting and keeping the center running. Or about the one boy who turns out bad, but not the 99 the place has helped turn around."

"That sucks."

"Indeed it does Dan. Now how do I go about fixing some of this stuff we got today for supper?"

"Gary and I will take care of that Uncle Jeff."

"Whatever you say, boys."

I went to check my personal email as well as the account for the building and there was nothing that required any attention.

"I'll be back in a few minutes guys. I'm just going to slip into the basement and start a load of laundry. Don't open the door for anybody please."

"Ok, Uncle Jeff."

I gathered my whites and headed down and got them in one of the three machines. I noticed that the machines were starting to look a little beat up and thought about starting to look for new ones.

I was on my way out to head back upstairs when Andrew walked into the laundry room. He wasn't happy to be sure.

"Well, I hope you're happy. I got the final decision from the owners. I'll be out of here within the next 22 days."

"It doesn't give me any pleasure Andrew, but I can't have you beating up the other tenants. I know it has to hurt losing Charles. You two were together a fair number of years, hell even before I took over the building. But shit happens Andrew and you have to get past it."

"I hear you Jeff, and I suppose you're right, but it's damn hard to start over again. I ain't no spring chicken."

"Hell, you're not that old Andrew. Ain't none of us teenagers anymore to be sure. There's somebody out there for you, I'm sure."

"You're so sure, then how come you're still alone?"

"That's my choice, Andrew. I know I'm an S.O.B. to live with and I haven't found anybody who could put up with me. Do I hope to at some point? Yeah, it would be nice, but I'm not holding my breath."

"I'll take it under advisement Jeff. I won't give you any more trouble."

"Please remember to turn in all of your keys when you leave Andrew."

"Yeah, whatever."

I just let it go and went back upstairs to my apartment. The boys were well into fixing something for supper, but I wasn't sure what and I wasn't about to get in their way.

What it turned out to be was lasagne, but not like anyone I had ever had before. Every other layer wasn't pasta, but eggplant. I was a bit skeptical, but once I tried it I found it was pretty good.

"You might well have to leave me your recipes before you head home boys. This is delicious."

"Thanks, Uncle Jeff. I'll email you our recipes. Actually, they're moms' recipes for the most part."

"Seems as though I do remember that your mom always had a tasty meal ready. How are you guys handling her being gone?"

Gary got quiet for a minute or two.

"You know we love her right?"

"Of course you do."

"But she was making Dad miserable. Not just because you weren't around. She didn't like the hours that dad had to put in being chief, or some of the things he had to do, or the things that he missed doing with us because he had to be on duty."

"I imagine it was kind of hard for your mother. Not everybody is cut out for that kind of life. I know she would have much preferred that he had some kind of 9 to 5 job and that he would be home every night. Being a police officer was the only thing he wanted since he was about your age. It was what he was doing when he met your mother. She should have realized that it was something your dad wasn't going to give up any time soon. She apparently thought she could handle it, but obviously, she couldn't. I hope they can work things out, but I'm seriously doubting it."

"We don't think they will either. But we're even more worried that if there is a custody battle and she wins that we'll never get to see you again."

"Always a possibility, but as soon as you turn 18 you could move out and see whomever you wanted to. Hell if there was a vacancy you could even move in here if you wanted."

The boys looked at each other as if asking each other why not?

"After we're 18 would you get physical with us Uncle Jeff?"

Now that made me think that the boys might already have made up their minds. A thought which I had no intention of bringing up to their father.

"I'll only say that I would consider it, but don't hold your breath."

After supper was finished and everything cleaned up and put away, we headed up to the roof for a bit. I let the boys roam and talk to whomever they wanted to. They ended up spending a good amount of time with Dana. They were apparently asking him questions as they were beyond my hearing range. At one point Gary had spoken and Dana looked over to where I was sitting with a question in his eyes. I just nodded yes and he went to answer whatever it was Gary had asked. I knew that everybody was aware of the hands-off policy so I wasn't afraid that Dana had just agreed to entertain the boys, well at least not physically. It was always a possibility that Gary had asked to see Dana's act. I wasn't about to say no to that as the boys were here to learn, but anything beyond that I had a problem with.

Soon enough it was time to call it a night. The boys went off to bed and I checked my email again just to make sure nothing had cropped up during the day. I was on my way to bed when I heard noises coming from the boy's room; noises that left little doubt in my mind what they were up to. I wasn't going to put a stop to it, it was after all their lives and what they wanted.

I went to bed, but couldn't get the boys off of my mind. I finally fell asleep, to be awakened by Gary coming into my room, naked and fully erect.

"I want to be with you Uncle Jeff. Please?" I lifted the sheets and silently invited him to join me. His hand quickly went to my rapidly hardening cock even as my hand found him. When I wrapped my hand around him Gary moaned in pleasure. I pulled him close to me. I wanted to feel his young, hard body against mine.

Gary slipped from my grip and started to work his way down my body. Gently his mouth found my cock and he slowly slid down on me until he had me fully engulfed in his mouth. Gary worked my cock with more skill than I would have expected and soon I found myself getting to unload down his throat. I exploded down his throat.

And found myself sitting bolt upright in bed in a cold sweat and alone. It had been a dream. I must have made some noise as there was a knock on my bedroom door.

"You ok Uncle Jeff? You were making some funny noises."

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a dream. Get back to bed, Gary."

A dream, more like a nightmare. As adamant as I had been with the boys, did I really want to be with them? I guess my subconscious had answered that one for me. Of course, it might have had something to do with what I expected had been going on in their room as well.

The rest of the week went by pretty uneventfully and on Friday evening we were again on the train and out to my brother's place.

"Well, I hope it was an educational week for you boys, all three of you."

"It was dad, enough to know that we need to stand up for Eddie whether he's gay or not."

"Do me a favor and remember that it doesn't necessarily mean beat the snot out of somebody. That doesn't really solve anything."

"Well, I suppose that's a good thing to know at least. Did they behave themselves, Jeff?"

"They were fine Mike, except for one little altercation."

"Oh?"

"We went to the park and apparently my reputation preceded me. The guys were kicking a soccer ball around when something was said they didn't agree with. I had to pull Gary off of a kid. The kid's father was there and made a few accusations emphasized with a bit of force. Literally, push came to shove and I put the guy down."

"Yeah, and the cops tried to arrest Uncle Jeff until the people stood up for him and another set of officers came by and got things straightened out."

"Sounds like the neighborhood is changing a bit since Angie's time."

"Yeah I suppose it is, but it isn't that bad yet."

It was only a little while later that Gary and Dan headed for bed.

"Jeff, I know you well enough that there's more to the week. Let me have it."

"I know it won't make a damn bit of difference to you Mike, but I think they've already made a decision. I didn't pry, but I damn happy well know what sex sounds like."

"What are the chances they had a video on the computer?"

"Always possible I suppose. Like I said I didn't pry."

"I appreciate your honesty Jeff and I have a bug to put in your ear. The legal age of consent isn't 18 in this state. It happens to be 16. Don't be surprised if, in a couple of months, there isn't a knock on your door."

"Then chalk it up to personal choice. I told them 18 and I'm sticking with it."

Happy New Year all

Next: Chapter 11


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