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On background from Chapters 1 and 2, Mark Jenson sold his architectural firm in Hartford, CT and he and his wife Donna moved to the country in upstate NY so lead a more simple life. Mark Jenson met an 18 year old local boy who had been taking care of the landscaping at his new house when the two of them started having a sexual relationship. Chapters 3 and 4 follow the continuation of the deepening of the relationship between Mark and Ryan and their journey through their exploration of gay sex. Chapters 5 and 6 find their feelings growing and their sexual escapades expanding.
An Uncomplicated Life Chapter 7
Fall was fast approaching and there was a morning chill in the air. Ryan didn't come back for two days. I assumed he had to help his mother around the house. He went out to tell the foreman he wouldn't be able to work with him any more. He needed to finish up some work around the gardens and get them ready for winter. He went straight to work in the gardens and didn't even come in to say hi. Very unusual. I went out to see what was up. He told me his mother was very upset because I was spending so much time here and hadn't brought my pay home for two weeks. Oh shit! I had thought of everything before I left to go to Frank's except giving Ryan his pay.
"She thinks I should stop working here all together and stay home."
A tear rolled down Ryan's cheek. I gave him a hug and told him I would straighten things with his mother and everything would be ok. He half-heartedly hugged me back and quickly turned to resume his work on the gardens. I don't think he believed I could make things right. And I wasn't sure I could but I was sure as hell going to try. I got in my car and drove down to Ryan's house. His mother answered the door and almost slammed it shut in my face.
"Wait, Mrs. Johnson, let me explain! I am so sorry Ryan was neglecting his time with you and your husband. I'm putting in a wood working shop in my barn and asked Ryan to check in on the workers for me while I was gone. I did not intend for him to be there full time."
"This is exactly what I was afraid was going to happen. You lure him away with a fat paycheck and then he starts to stay with you instead of his family. And then you don't pay him, to boot!"
"Ryan was so excited about the wood shop. He told me how he used to go to work with your husband and help him on Saturdays. He just got carried away helping the crew and I wasn't there to keep him in check. This will never happen again, I assure you. As for his pay, here is the two weeks pay I owe him and here is the money the foreman said he earned working for him all that time."
"Why, there is over $1,000 here?!?"
"Yes, the two weeks I owe him comes to $250 and the foreman said Ryan was the best worker on the project and insisted he pay him $20 an hour for his 40 hours, that's $800. I know it doesn't make up for the lost time here at home and the hardship it caused you."
"So you think you can buy me off again? And what about this cell phone he says you gave him? Another bribe?"
"Certainly not, Mrs. Johnson. You are a woman of integrity and pride. And most of all you should be proud of Ryan and the man he has become this summer. I played only a small part in his maturing this year. He has a strong supportive family here and you raised a remarkable young man. As for the phone, that was so he could get in touch with me to keep me up to date on the shop project and call me if he had any problems. I told the foreman that Ryan could make any decisions needed if something came up and I couldn't be reached. I did not give Ryan that kind of responsibility lightly and he used his authority judiciously. Instead of bossing people around, he chipped in became one of the crew."
"You don't think you were taking a huge gamble doing that?"
"No, Ryan have proven to me he is a responsible trustworthy young man. He is welcome to keep the phone if you let him. I added a line to my plan for him and it actually lowered my monthly plan fee. I hope he gave you the number so you can call him anytime you need to get in touch with him, no matter where he is. And I want you to have my number as well so you can reach me with any concerns you have in the future. I sincerely hope we can get past this and Ryan can continue to work with me, as long as it doesn't interfere at home again."
"You are a very persuasive man, Mr. Jenson, . . ."
"Please, call me Mark. I would like us to be friends and have a neighborly relationship."
"Ryan has been happier these past few months than I've seen him in a long time, ever since his father's stroke. It's against my better judgement but we'll try this one more time and see if it works out this time. But I don't want this money," handing the cash back to me.
"I insist. Ryan earned it and its only fair."
"You're right Ryan earned it. So take it back and pay him, not me."
"Ok, but I know Ryan will give me a hard time taking it as well. He doesn't realize how talented and valuable he really is. Remember, keep in touch and call me if you have any concerns, if you need anything, or heck, just to say hello."
I took the cash back and turned to leave. As she closed the door I heard her whisper under her breath, "Thank you God for bringing him into our life." I wasn't sure if she meant Ryan or me so I let it be Ryan. I had the same feeling.
When I returned to the house, Ryan was putting away the garden tools. I went out to the pool area and stood there staring at the pool with visions of Ryan and I playing naked together. He came up behind me and said everything was put away. I turned and looked at his sad face, his head drooped low. It was mean of me, I know, but I couldn't resist.
"Well Ryan, I guess all good things must come to and end"
"Yes" he quietly stammered as tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Dammit, don't cry. Summer will be here again before you know it."
"I don't understand? Why are you talking about next summer? I'm leaving and my mother said I wasn't to come back here anymore."
"I'm talking about summer ending and having to close the pool for the winter. Oh, your mother? I just got back from talking to her and explained how it was all my fault you were here and not at home. I groveled and begged for her forgiveness and as long as you and I don't screw up again, we're all good."
"Holy shit!! You're kidding?" Ryan's face lite up and he jumped and fist pumped the air. "No ones gets the better of my mother twice. You are something special, Mark"
"No, not me. I just explained what a special young man you were and how valuable you are to me but more so to your family. I gave her my cell phone number so she can call me if anything gets screwed up again and we can fix things before she blows her top."
Ryan jumped over to me, almost knocking me over and hugged me so hard I thought he would break a rib or two.
"I told my mother I'd be home after I finished the garden so I better get my ass home on time. But I'll be back tomorrow for sure and we can spend some time together checking out the wood shop and your equipment list and whatever."
" I like the whatever part", I smirked. "Oh by the way I wanted to give your mother the money you earned the last two weeks but she said you had earned it, not her, and to give the money to you. So here are your wages." And I handed Ryan $1,050.
"Are you fucking for real!!! How much money is here? This is like a million dollars!"
"No, its my wages for two weeks, $250 and the foreman paid you $20 an hour for the 40 hours you worked for him, another $800."
"No way. I wasn't working for him. I was working for you and you paid me what you owed me. I was just helping his crew to get the project finished faster, not to get paid"
"It did get finished faster and the foreman was very appreciative. He also said you were the best worker on the crew and he wanted to steal you away from me."
Ryan leaned back in for another tight hug and then a kiss on the lips.
"I'm not going anywhere any time soon, and you can count on that. Nobody is stealing me away from the best thing to ever happen to me."
Another quick kiss on the lips and Ryan turned and ran home faster than I've ever seen him travel.
Ryan's mother called me a few days later and thanked me for visiting and clearing things up.
"When he came home after getting paid, he ran in the house yelling and causing such an uproar. He showed me the money and then ran in to show his father how much money he had earned . . . for the family. When I went into his father's room, Ryan was just babbling on about all the things that money could buy for the house and all the bills it could pay and such. He turned to me and asked if he could keep $50 so that he could buy something special. I told him he could keep as much as he wanted, as it was his money he earned. But he only kept $50 and gave me the rest to do with as I saw fit. When he left the room, my husband and I hugged each other and cried tears of joy for having been blessed with such an extraordinary son."
When Ryan came over the next day to close the pool he couldn't wait to show me what he bought. He got his father a coffee cup that said "World's Greatest Dad" and bought his mother a gift certificate to the local beauty salon to get her hair done. He said he also bought something for himself but wouldn't tell me what it was. Then he went about closing the pool for the winter. When he was done we both looked at the covered pool and smiled at the good times we had that summer.
"Too cold for a swim today", Ryan commented. "Too bad, I would have enjoyed that."
"Well then I guess its time to cuddle in front of a warm fire in the living room instead".
Ryan just smiled and wrapped his arm around my waist. We went in the house and lite the fire I had laid out earlier in the day. The fall leaves were starting to turn and a few already falling from the trees. We sat on the floor and put our arms around each other as we watched the flames dance over the charring logs. After a while, Ryan turned and asked,
"Its getting awfully warm in here, don't you think?"
"You want me to open a window or bank the fire?"
"No, I was thinking more like we take our clothes off to stay cool."
"You're wrong there, my young friend. If we take our clothes off I think things will get hotter, much hotter."
We both laughed as we pulled off our shirts and then rolled on our sides to remove our pants. We sat back up and cuddled again, naked. The fire felt especially comforting against our bare skin.
"I'm so glad you came into my life, Mark. Before I met you I was so depressed. I felt helpless not being able to do anything to help my father, other than watch over him when my mother went out. I would get him something to eat or drink or read a book or magazine to him. But there wasn't really anything I could do to help him, or help the situation at home. I couldn't get a job to make enough money to make a difference with the bills and my mother was so over worked and tired all the time. Life just sucked . . . and not in a good way. Then you came along and I was finally able to feel like I was contributing to the family problems with the extra money I was making. And you were becoming a good friend I could confide in."
"You have made a huge change in my life as well, Ryan. And I've been meaning to talk to you about things. I love my wife very much and she will always come first in my life. I enjoy the time we spend together when she is away but this is second to my feelings for her."
"Oh, of course. I totally get that."
I've never had any desire or feelings for another guy, let alone do the things you and I have done together. But it has felt special and very erotic and . . . I really don't know how to put it into words."
"Nor do I. Until Sara came to visit, I would jack off every now and then and that was the extend of my sex life. Then Sara showed up and we played 'I Dare' and things went crazy for the next few days. She has been active sexually and opened my eyes to a whole new dimension. She especially liked sucking my cock. Said it was the nicest one she has sucked in a long time. She said it was an awesome thing to do and I should try it sometime. That sent my head spinning. She said she plays around with some of her girl friends when she can't find a guy she likes so I should do it with a guy when she wasn't around. I told her I had no one I'd even remotely think about doing that with. On our way home from meeting you that day, she suggested doing it with you as she saw the way you and I looked at each other. I had never ever thought about you that way until then but it did get me thinking. I've enjoyed what we have done and hope we can do all of it again and more. But as with you, the next time Sara comes to visit, you won't see me until she goes home walking bow legged and my pecker is worn down several inches."
"Agreed. Now we just have to figure out where this will all end up."
"Hopefully the two of us in bed screwing around until we both have someone better to play with, you with Donna and me with Sara or who ever comes along."
We smiled at each other, embraced and kissed deep and long. As the fire was slowly burning down our passion was heating up. We ran our hands over each other's bodies as we kissed, leaving no area of naked flesh untouched. Ryan broke our kiss and moved down to kiss my neck, then a quick peck on my shoulder, going lower to kiss and suckle my nipples. I moaned softly and held the back of his head against my chest. He pushed me back onto the couch and moved down my body, kissing and licking as he went. He swirled his tongue in my navel and it made me giggle.
"This is serious sex, nothing to laugh about, old man."
"If it ain't fun, it ain't worth doing," I replied.
"Well then let me get to the fun part."
At that he took my cock in his hand and began to stroke it slowly. I rubbed his shoulders and down his back then reached around to take a hold of his stiff cock.
"Go slow, it won't take much for me to cum," Ryan cautioned. "I've missed you so much."
I didn't stroke him but rather just tightened my grip on his cock and held it tight waiting for my turn to enjoy his manhood. Ryan licked the precum off the tip of my cock and then licked the sides and underneath to get it good and wet to slide in his mouth effortlessly. As he slowly but methodically moved up and down on my stiff cock he ran his hand over my thighs and up between my legs. I spread my legs to give him complete access to what ever he wanted. He fondled my balls then wet a finger and pressed it against my hole. I pushed out to let him in as he pressed harder. His finger was as deep as it could go and he began to wiggle it around looking for my sweet spot. He found it quickly and his touch made me squirt out a drop of cum.
"Oh ya, that's what I'm talking about. That sweet taste of my lover."
"Oh my gawd, it feel so fucking awesome but if you keep that up I'll loose my whole load."
"Ok, I've got enough of a taste of what's to cum so I'll be careful."
He kept his finger up my ass but left my prostrate alone and started pumping his finger in and out as he bobbed up and down on my cock. The two motions in coordination almost felt like I was fucking myself. I pulled him by his cock so he had to get up next to me. He raised one leg up on the back of the couch, putting his cock at just the right level as my mouth. I rolled my head to take him in my mouth and started sucking his cock as he did mine. His youthful exuberance took over and he was face fucking me.
"I'm getting very close," Ryan warned me.
"Me too. Just let it go when you're ready."
I no sooner had said that than I felt his body stiffen and his mouth close tighter on my cock. His first volley of cum exploded in my mouth, going right down my throat as he was deep in my mouth when it happened. The next five or six squirts filled my mouth and ran down my cheeks, as it was too much for me to swallow all at once. My ass tightened around Ryan's finger and he knew what was cumming. The taste of his cum in my mouth and the pulsing of his cock shooting it pushed me over the edge and I let my load go. We both lie as we were, a softening cock in each other's mouths, trying to catch our breath. We let our cocks slip out of our mouths and gave each other a tight reverse kind of hug.
"Maybe the colder months won't be so bad after all," Ryan commented.
"Not if we can spent them like this."
Ryan rolled off of me and we went to the bathroom to get a wet towel and clean up. Then we returned to the couch to watch the remaining red embers of the fire die away. As did we and fell into a deep and satisfied sleep.
An Uncomplicated Life Chapter 8
Donna came home from her latest trip to Texas and was very excited about the progress she had made with the company and the bank. It looked like they found a way to cut costs, boost efficiency and save jobs without any major concessions from the workers and make the company profitable again. The parent financial group of the local bank was so impressed they promised her contracts with companies that needed her special talents. We spent the next few days celebrating in and out of bed. Again, Ryan didn't show up for a few days. Donna asked where he was.
"You didn't fire him, did you? Or do something stupid and make him quit?"
"No, Ryan is very happy working here. He just stays away the first few days you are home from traveling to give us some privacy so we can act like horny teenagers and enjoy ourselves without any interruptions."
"Very thoughtful of him. We're not exactly teenagers anymore but it is nice to be home with the man I love. I'm glad you're taking good care of Ryan, he's handy to have around."
He certainly is and I will do whatever it takes to keep him happy.
Ryan showed up a few days later and immediately hugged Donna and welcomed her home.
"Flowers the first time I returned and now hugs? You make me feel like a queen in my own home."
"Mr. Jenson talks about you all the time when you are gone and how much he looks forward to your return. I know you are a special lady."
Again he gives me a wink as he compliments Donna and makes her blush.
"So how was your trip this time, Mrs. Jenson?"
"Please, I told you, call me Donna. And he is Mark, remember?"
Ryan apologized for forgetting to use first names. Donna told him her trip was successful but it would be boring for Ryan to hear all the details.
"Nonsense, Mrs. Je . . . I mean Donna. I think its great what you do, trying to save companies and people's jobs. I know first hand the hardships caused when the head of the house looses their job. You're a real hero."
Donna made light of his comments but then told Ryan all about the details of her trip and the deals she had worked out to save the company. Ryan sat on the edge of his chair and soaked up every word like a sponge. When she was done, Ryan just shook his head and muttered,
"A real life hero," and then excused himself to go outside and start cleaning up leaves.
"That boy is special, himself. I see why you like him so much."
At that, I blushed thinking about how special he is and how much I care for him yet feeling a little guilty having my wife express that sentiment.
Donna and I talked about the progress on the wood shop and my equipment list. The cost was a little more than I budgeted but Donna had no objections. She was behind me 100% on this idea. She hoped I was including Ryan in all of this.
"I am but why would you ask that? This was something to keep my time occupied, not his."
"Well, for as much as Ryan has been around here all summer you could expect him to sit home all winter without his best friend."
"I'm his employer, not his best friend" I replied, a little paranoid about her take on my relationship with Ryan.
"If you can be honest with yourself and impartial for a minute you'll know that you are much more than his employer", she smiled at me. "You two are good for each other."
"Well, he is anxious to get back to building some of his ideas for window boxes and lawn ornaments. So he can be as involved as he likes."
Later that morning, Gail, the physical therapist called about her grant program. She was getting a lot of interest in Ryan's father's situation and would like to come out and talk to Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. She would also like his local doctor to be there with them. I told Donna about Gail's therapy program and she thought it was a terrific idea. I called Mrs. Johnson and told her my wife and I would like to stop in and talk to her. We set up a time that afternoon when I was sure Ryan would be at our house working. I didn't want to get his hopes up if this wasn't going to happen.
We parked the car and walked up to the front door. Mrs. Johnson must have been anxious about this meeting as she opened the front door before we even knocked.
"Come in, Mr. and Mrs. Jenson"
I extended my hand and shook her hand, as did my wife.
"Its Mark, remember? And this is my wife Donna."
"So glad to meet you, Mrs. Johnson. Ryan is a delightful young man and has been such a big help with our new house."
"Please, call me Ruth. Thank you Donna. Mark has been such an influence on Ryan. I'll admit I've gotten upset a few times when I thought Ryan was spending too much time away from home, but I have to get used to the fact that he is 18 and has his own life to live. Still, it's hard with our situation which I'm sure your husband has explained to you."
"That's why we wanted to talk to you, Ruth."
I explained Gail's therapy project and that she would like to meet with her and Paul and Paul's doctor to see if he would be a good candidate for the program. There would be no guarantees that it would go forward and if it did she would like Ryan to be the main provider of the therapy routine once it was established.
"Our budget is already stretched to the max, even with the generous wages you are paying Ryan. I don't think we could afford anymore treatments.'
"Not to worry, Ruth. All the expenses would be paid for by the grant Gail is applying for. Ryan would be working the program so it wouldn't take you away from you work. And Ryan could still work for me on a very flexible schedule."
"I told you I'm not one for charity, Mark."
"This isn't charity. It a paid medical program paid for by the insurance industry and Yale Medical School. You can think of it as a continuation of your medical benefits that ran out before."
"This all sounds good but I want to discuss it with Frank and Ryan before I give you an answer"
"I completely understand. I didn't want to tell Ryan before I talked to you. And I hadn't planned on telling him about this until Gail met with you and Frank's doctor to see if he was a good candidate."
"Yes, Ryan is very passionate and emotional about things in his life"
(yes, I certainly am aware of that!)
"but like I said, he is an adult now and needs to start making his own decisions. I'll talk to Frank and is he is on board, then I'll get Ryan involved"
"Ok, let me know as soon as you can."
The bell that Paul has to get someone's attention when he needs something started to ring wildly. Ruth got up and scurried into his room and saw him sitting there with his good arm raised up shaking his thumb up in the air and a glint in his eyes.
"I have Paul's answer already. He overheard our conversation is thumbs up on the idea. I'll talk to Ryan when he gets home today."
We shook hands and Ruth promised to call us after she had talked to Ryan. Driving home, Donna said she would have liked to be there when Ruth told Ryan about our idea and seen the look on his face.
"He can get very emotional I've noticed. He has strong feelings about a lot of things."
That was the second time Ryan's emotions and passions had been mentioned. Was there a hint there or an innuendo I was noticing?
Ryan finished up for the day and came in to get a drink. He sat down and started to talk about the wood shop as he finished his drink. Donna and I were anxious to have him get home to his mother so we made an excuse to get him out the door.
"Oh, ok, I get it," he commented to us with a wink and a smile and left to go home.
"I suppose we shouldn't waste Ryan's good intentions. Let's head to the bedroom" Donna smirked and ran upstairs.
As we lay in bed fucking, my mind wandered and I wondered if Ryan's asshole would feel as good as Donna's pussy. Donna noticed my attention wasn't fully on the matter at hand.
"Thinking about Ryan, aren't you?"
Holy Shit!! How could she know? And what did she know? Oh man, am I in deep trouble now.
"What the hell do you mean? Thinking about Ryan while I'm making love to my wife?"
"He's on my mind as well."
Wait a minute, he's my piece of ass. How dare she think about him? But I was.
"I'm so anxious to hear back from his mother and hear how Ryan reacted to the news. I hope he doesn't get too excited if the grant doesn't go through or worse yet, if it doesn't help his father."
"Yes, I admit I was thinking the same thing. I'd hate to see him get hurt. He wear his heart on his sleeve and always look for the best in situations."
We lay in bed naked holding each other and again my mind drifted back to Ryan, thinking about holding him this same way in front of the fireplace, both of these situations feeling good and feeling right. But knowing that only one was really right, the other a forbidden moment of lust for a young tender man/child.
The phone rang to break the moment. It was Ryan's mother.
"I told Ryan about your proposal. He said . . ."
Ryan ripped the phone away from her hand before she could continue.
"Of course I'm on board with this," he shouted into the phone. "How the hell could I not be? What do I have to do? How soon can I start? This is going to be fucking awesome!"
I heard his mother admonish him for swearing but she was also laughing at his excitement.
"Now Ryan, don't get carried away. First of all, this is not a done deal yet. The grant still has to be approved. Then a program for your father has been worked out and approved by Yale Medical School and his doctor. Then you need some basic training that will be required. And then sessions with Gail and your father and yourself. And after all of this, there is no guarantee about the amount of recovery progress your father will make."
"Oh hell, I'm no dumb ass kid. I'm well aware of the time and effort this will take and the questionable outcome in the end. But this is the best news my family has had since his stroke and I can't wait to get started. When will we know more?'
"I'll call Gail right now and set up a time for her to come out and meet with your family and the doctor. I'll be in touch."
"You bet you will', Ryan laughed as he hung up.
Is he still thinking about me sexually in the middle of all this happening right now? Hehe, I sure hope so!
Donna and I got dressed and went downstairs to call Gail and give her the good news. She said she'd clear her schedule for a few days to come out and meet with everyone. By the time I hung up the phone, the front door burst open and in ran Ryan, all out of breath from running all the way from his house to ours. Donna was closest to the door as Ryan ran to her and hugged her.
"Oh my God, this is so awesome. You and Mark are the best people in the whole world. What you're doing for my family is something I'll never be able to repay you for. We owe you everything."
Ryan broke his hug with Donna before she could respond and he flew across the kitchen to embrace me.
"And Mark, how could you possibly come up with something like this? Who would have ever thought that a guy I cut grass for would become my best friend and my family's savior all in such a short time?"
"Whoa, I just made a few phone calls to an old friend back in CT. This still might not get the outcome you're hoping for. We have to take this one step at a time and just be patient."
Ryan started to cry and sobbed,
"I know, I know. But it's the best chance we've had in so long to make our family whole again."
"Emotional and passionate, isn't he? I'll leave you two alone, I have emails to return", she smiled as she poured a cup of coffee and headed to her office.
As soon as Donna left the room, Ryan moved his head off my shoulder and gave me a deep kiss, his salty tears running off his cheek and onto the side of my lips. The kiss and the salty taste, a familiar taste from Ryan, and my cock began to rise in my shorts. I returned the kiss for as long as I dared, nervous that Donna would come back in and find us kissing and me with a bulge in my pants. We broke off the kiss and Ryan whispered,
"I'll thank you properly later when the time is right."
With that he reached down and grabbed my stiff cock and gave it a tight squeeze. He gave me a peck on the cheek and ran back out of the house as fast as he ran in. In the heat of the moment with Ryan, I hadn't had time to think about what Donna had said when she left the room. "Emotional", "Passionate", "I'll leave you two alone"? Does she suspect more than I think? Should I just come right out and ask her if she minds if I have Ryan as my lover when she is out of town? Or if she is going to leave us alone, can I have Ryan any time I want, even when she is home? Or can I keep these two loves of my life separate in my mind?
Why the hell didn't I just stay in the city and build buildings and keep things simple?