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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. In Chapters 7 and 8 Mark and Ryan finally admit they have feeling for one another, further complicating Mark's conflicted situation between Ryan and his wife.
An Uncomplicated Life Part 9
Gail came out and met with Ryan, his parents and the doctor. They all agreed, with some caution, this program would have some benefit for Paul. After several hours of talking and examining Paul, Gail had what she needed and would get back to us in a week or so with some news. When he all got to the front door, Ryan thanked Gail for coming out and reiterated he was going into this with an open mind with hope but also the reality of the task ahead of them with this father's recovery. Gail and I drove back to my house and she explained the next steps to be taken, meeting with the grant providers and getting their input on Paul and the treatment proposal. She commented on what a mature and likable young man Ryan was.
"You just can't help but to take an instant liking to that that young man."
"Yes, everyone has that same opinion of him. I know I felt that way from the first time I met him"
Donna had gotten several emails from the bank concerning potential new clients they wanted her to evaluate. Two of the companies were too far gone and she felt they would be a waste of time and resources to try and save. One in Minnesota was questionable and one in Kansas had hope for restructuring and recovery. She made arrangements to fly out in the next few days, first to Minnesota for two days to see first hand what was possible and then straight to Kansas for a week to work with that client. When Ryan heard she was leaving again, he had his mother bake some homemade cookies for her trip.
"I'm sorry to see you leave again so soon, Donna, but I wanted you to take these cookies with you to remind you of us while you're away."
"Why Ryan, that is so sweet of you. And so unnecessary. I'll be thinking of all of you while I'm traveling, doing my job but wishing I were back home with everyone. You take good care of Mark while I'm gone and I'll be back before any of you miss me."
Dam it! Stop saying shit like that. "take good care of Mark" What the hell did she mean by that? 'Make sure you suck his cock long and deep and make sure he sucks your cock as well?' Ryan and I would be screwing around all week and not her?
"We will miss you but I'll make sure Mark doesn't get into any trouble" Ryan laughing replied, then turned away from her and gave me a wink.
No, I won't get into any trouble, just get into his pants!
Donna invited Ryan to take the drive to the airport with us. I was looking forward to spending the time alone in the car with her but Ryan was excited to see the planes, as he had never been to the airport before. Ryan was looking out the observation windows as I walked Donna to her gate, hugged her and gave her a goodbye kiss.
"I'll call when I land. You and Ryan behave yourselves and don't do anything I wouldn't do while I'm gone. Enjoy your new wood shop"
No, we won't do anything she wouldn't do. Just like when she and I are alone and make love together, Ryan and I will be doing the same. I joined Ryan at the observation window and we watched as her plane took off safely.
"She's a special lady, Mark. You're a lucky guy."
"Yes she is. And you're a special young man. I guess I'm a very lucky guy" I replied as I put my arm around his shoulder and gave him a hug.
The drive home was consumed with Ryan talking about all our plans for the wood shop and the things that he wanted to build. We hadn't even got the new machines set in place yet and he was ready to start a production line. I caught myself looking over at him and smiling, not knowing if I was smiling at his youthful enthusiasm or the thought of having him all to myself for the next week or so. Either way, it was the quickest ride back from the airport ever. When we got back to the house, I needed to go change into my work clothes before headed out back to the wood shop. I was hoping Ryan would take the hint and follow me upstairs but he said he'd meet me out back and ran out to the shop.
In case you hadn't figured it out yet, I have come to the realization that I truly have feelings for Ryan as a lover, not just a friend. I have not, however, come to terms with whether or not I am gay or just have a thing for this young man. I don't necessarily look at or get aroused by other guys I run across, no matter what their age. But the occasional accidental touch of Ryan or the hugs give my heart a flutter. The site of him naked, erect or not, give me an immediate hardon and sexual desire for him. Nor have I figured out how to deal with these emotions along with my love for Donna. And is she making innuendoes about Ryan?
I changed into my work clothes and went out to the shop. Ryan was removing the last of the packing materials from the machinery and we started to move them into the positions we laid out earlier. Things were going smoothly when we decided the stock rack had to be moved back another foot. It was already off the dolly used to position it but we were sure we could slide it that far by pushing hard. We both put our shoulders to it and pushed. There was just enough dirt and sawdust on the floor that we both lost our footing and fell in a heap on the floor, me on my back and Ryan on top of me. Our legs were intertwined with one of my legs in his crotch and one of his in mine.
"That didn't work out so well, did it?"
"Maybe not but maybe it did", Ryan commented as he rubbed his leg up and down slightly against the growing bulge in my pants. "I think you hurt yourself, I can feel some swelling starting."
"And you as well. What should we do about these terrible injuries?"
"Well, whenever I hurt myself, my mother would always kiss it better. Let me see if I can make the swelling go down.'
At that, Ryan moved down and undid my pants. He reached his hand in and felt my stiff cock with his hand.
"This swelling is worse than I thought. This will take a lot of kissing to make the swelling go down."
At that, I lifted my ass off the floor and he slid my pants down. I wanted to take off my boots and shirts and get totally naked by Ryan was in too much of a hurry and after a few strokes of my cock, he lowered his head and slide his mouth over my rod. He held his mouth still but ran his tongue around the tip, getting as much of the precum as he could before it mixed with his saliva. With my hands on the back of his head, he began to move up and down, sucking and releasing my cock as he did. I had closed my eyes but now opened them to watch as this young man hungrily and willingly devoured my throbbing member. The sight of him so thoroughly enjoy himself, still fully dressed, made my cock stiffer and straighter than ever before. Seeing him naked and sucking me off was exhilarating but somehow he being dressed added a whole new dimension to him servicing me. It wasn't too long before I was ready to cum. Rubbing his head and moaning, I let him know I was ready. He grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me deep inside his mouth as his signal he was waiting for me to fill his mouth. I guess we had done this enough to know each other's signals. Not just lust anymore but a sign of lovers nonverbal communication. He swallowed every drop and held my cock in his mouth, not moving at all as he knew it would be sensitive, but rather just keeping it there as I slowly went soft in his mouth.
"That takes care of you're swelling alright"
"It certainly does", as I reached out and place my hand over his crotch. "But your swelling is just as big as ever. Something has to be done about that."
"Only if you want to but you don't' have to if you don't want to."
I think Ryan may still be unsure of just how I feel about him, or at least how I feel about performing sex acts on him. I have to work on making sure he realizes just how much I enjoy his body.
"The only was you'll stop me is if you can jerk off before I can get my mouth around your cock and suck you off."
With that I swung around and grabbed at Ryan's pants and pulled them down without even undoing them. His 7" cock sprung up like a flagpole and was in my mouth in a heartbeat. I had been longing to have his cock in my mouth ever since my wife had gotten home but I knew there was no way I could chance it. Now it was there for the taking and I wasted no time in taking it. It may have been better for Ryan if I took my time and made it last but there would be plenty of other opportunities for slow and sensual sex later. This was pure horny lust in action. I tried to keep my mouth still and swirl my tongue on his cock like he had done to mine but I couldn't resist getting down to business. I took as much of his cock as I could before starting to gag a little bit. I backed off and then came down again, a little further and a little deeper. Keeping this up I was finally able to get the full length of his cock down my throat, feeling his pubic hairs against my nose. They tickled a licked bit and I quivered my head.
"Hey, was that my pubes tickling your nose or my cock tickling your tonsils?"
"A little bit of both. Its all good"
"You're dam straight it is! You're hot today." I snickered at his remark. 'I'm dam straight' How can I be dam straight when I have a young guy's cock in my mouth. I might be dam bi or even dam gay at this point but certainly not dam straight.
Ryan was evidently as horny as I was because it wasn't much longer and he arched his back and thrust his cock up at me, his silent signal that he was about to release his load. I went down deep again taking as much of him as I could when he pumped his cum into the back of my throat. I could feel the pulsing of his cock and his cum just shot down without me making a conscious effort to swallow. When he sank back down and his cock stopped twitching against the roof of my mouth, I knew he was spent. I pulled off him and collapsed on the floor next to him. Trying to catch his breath, Ryan asked,
"Should we rename this place 'The Woodie Shop' instead of just the wood shop?"
"No, I think that might be too obvious. But you and I will definitely know what this place is no matter what its called."
We rolled over and faced one another and kissed, swirling our tongues around inside each other mouths. There wasn't much cum left in our mouths but we did share that salty sweet after taste of successful cock sucking. We stood up, pulled our pants up and decided the rack was fine just where it was. We went in the house to get a snack and a drink. As we sat at the kitchen table, I started a conversation with Ryan that I wasn't sure I wanted to start but know it was something important between us.
"Ryan, I think we have to have a serious talk about the two of us and what has been going on."
"Is this a break up talk or . . ." his words trailing off nervously.
"I sure as hell hope not. The first few times we were screwing around I convinced myself this was just a lustful aberration of my normal heterosexual life. The sexual play was exhilarating and the orgasms were forceful and satisfying. But I was having trouble coming to grips with the pleasure I was having being with you in that way. I like you as a person and enjoy your company and don't look at you in just a sexual way. And maybe that's part of my issue with my feelings. I know we discussed this the other night in front of the fire and we both seemed to agree it was more of a physical thing than anything else. But now I'm not so sure."
"I know what you mean. You're a great boss and a fun fill in for Sara, but I was also trying to convince myself the two things weren't mixing together. You've done so much for my family and me and you've brought me out of my funk after my father's stroke. You've helped my sexual awakening that Sara started and getting off with you was so satisfying. And I really like Donna and wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Or you. But when I saw her plane take off this morning and you put your arm around me, I felt warm and safe all over, that you would be mine and mine alone for the next week. As much as I was looking forward to working with you in the wood shop, I'm also looking forward to being in your arms and sharing our bodies with each other. So I think we're both developing more than just horny lust for each other and I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing."
"I don't know either. Donna has made several remarks concerning you that have made me cringe, thinking maybe she knows more that she, or even you or I, know about our relationship. I love my wife dearly and would never want to disappoint her or hurt her in any way. But she always seems to be smiling and making those remarks in a good-natured way, not accusingly or nasty. That just wants to make my head explode and yell out 'I love you and I love Ryan and I want both of you in my life and in my bed'!"
"You LOVE me!?"
"Oh hell, I don't know what I feel right now. But you see what its doing to me?"
"Ok, let's look at this objectively. First of all, do you like my feet?"
"Do I like your feet? What kind of a dumb question is that?"
"Just answer me, do you like my feet?"
"Yes, your feet are okay I guess"
"Ok then, do you like my legs?"
"Yes, you do have nice legs and I like watching the muscles bulge when you're pushing something heavy."
"And obviously you like my crotch," smiling as he asked that one
"It has its good points," I smirked in return
"And how about my upper body?"
"You flat stomach shows just enough of the blonde hair leading down to your crotch to be an invitation to pleasure. And your strong tanned arms are a perfect pair for giving long and tight hugs when needed."
"And finally, my face?"
"Ah yes, your face. That look of childhood innocence peeking out from those chiseled cheekbones and beautiful blue eyes. The ever present smile signaling the welcoming and friendly personality behind it. And the blonde hair, always a little unkempt and tussled, giving that devil may care look. And all of this constantly morphing into the responsible, caring and loving grown man lurking inside just waiting to come out."
"So, you like my body, you like my personality, and we have great sex together. Let me add that up on my calculator of life and see what the sum of all this is. Yup, just as I thought. It comes up with the same answer I got when I answered those questions about you. You love me. And I love you. So that answers that question. Now as to the question about what do we do about this going forward? Any suggestions?"
"Move to Utah, become Mormons and I can marry you as well as Donna?"
We both had a good laugh but then fell silent as we realized the gravity of what we both now knew for a fact.
"Not to make light of our feelings but maybe its not a true love but just infatuation? When I was in high school I would notice a hot girl in class and think about her when I jerked off at night. In no time at all I was madly in love with her. But I never worked up the nerve to even talk to her. Then I would notice another hot girl in school and she would become my true jack off love, and so on until I had fallen in love with every hot girl in school but never talked to any of them, much less date them."
"Ya, I pretty much have done the same thing. But in a small town like this there aren't that many hot girls. I did that with a guy on the football team once, but as soon as I realized what I was doing, I stopped thinking about him real quick." Ryan admitted laughingly.
"Ok, so for the time being this is just infatuation, not an honest to god love situation, are you ok with that?"
"Lets leave it at that for now. As long as we have what we have now, I'm happy. And one more thing . . ."
"What's that, Ryan?"
"I love you, Mark."
"Shut the fuck up, you little peckerhead!" I replied back and then jokingly pushed him off his chair and onto the kitchen floor. I extended my arm to help him up, pulled him to me as he stood and whispered in his ear,
"I love you as well. Now lets get back to work, you asshole."
And with that, we went back to the wood shop to try and concentrate on getting the shop ready for work, not play. As we worked side by side, my mind was racing with emotions. I felt so at ease in one respect that we had talked and having Ryan working with me, smiling and humming and obviously happy with our current situation. In another respect I was nervous as hell that our feelings for one another were finally out in the open between us. We're managing this double life so far but it's early yet and what troubles will this bring us down the road?
So my conclusion? Just go with the flow and keep enjoying things while I can before it gets more complicated.
An Uncomplicated Life Chapter 10
Fall had arrived and Ryan had been busy cleaning leaves and getting the yard ready for winter. I was busy in the wood shop experimenting with and getting to know the ins and outs of all the new machinery. And my wife was busier than ever, flying all around the country working hard to save businesses for the bank and jobs for the employees.
Ryan and I hadn't had much time to play lately and I was getting horny as hell. He came out to the shop one afternoon and told me he was finished with the yard and was anxious to get started making some of his wood projects. His plan, if it was all right with me, was to make the yard ornaments and window boxes and some other ideas he had and sell them around town. He was hoping he could bring in some extra money for the family as the yard work pretty much stopped during the winter with the exception of the occasional snowstorm. I thought it was a great idea, especially since it would mean more time with Ryan. To help get him started I would buy the materials he needed and he could pay me back as he sold his creations. We came up with some drawings and a material list and ordered the material. We were both pretty excited about this whole arrangement. As I hung up the phone with the lumberyard, Ryan put his arms around me from behind and hugged me.
"You are the most fantastic man in the world. I don't know how I'm ever going to give back to you as much as you've given to me."
"Don't be silly, Ryan. We both give to each other, but you more than me."
"How do you figure that?"
"You give me 7" and I only give you 6"!"
"I'll take that deal anytime," Ryan smiled and kissed me on the neck.
I turned around in my chair and kissed Ryan on the mouth when he bent down to me. I reached over and felt his cock through his pants. He was getting hard, as was I. I undid his pants and let them drop to the floor, then massaged his hard cock through his under wear. Our kiss was getting hotter and more animated. I slipped my finger in the waistband of his shorts and slid them down to his knees where they fell to the floor on their own. His cock sprung straight out and already had some precum on the tip. I wiped the tip and then broke off our kiss and licked my fingers
"Hmm, just as tasty as ever."
I leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock and then slowly moved my mouth down over his twitching cock.
"Oh, dam, I've been working too hard and missed your hot warm mouth."
I know it had been a while since I sucked his cock so I kept my movements slow and steady, not wanting to push him over the edge too soon. He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled my whole upper body back and forth. I reached around and massaged his ass cheeks and every few strokes of my mouth I would take his cock as deep as I could in my mouth, Ryan letting out a deep moan and encouraging me on.
"Oh dam, Mark, suck my cock deep and hard. I want to cum so bad."
Despite my trying to prolong his orgasm while I enjoyed the cock I had missed so much, I felt his ass muscles tighten up, his breathing faster and shorter and then he shot his load down my throat. I had gotten good at swallowing his entire load of cum but this was by far the most he ever let go. I guess it had been a while since he got off. The excess cum was running out of the corners of my mouth and down my jaw. Ryan went limp and sank down to his knees in front of me. He leaned in and licked the cum off my face and then put his cum filled mouth to mine.
"Didn't want you to miss any."
"There was plenty but thanks anyway"
"I knew I missed this but didn't realize how much until my cock was deep in your throat. Lets not ever go so long again."
"You always know I'm here and waiting for you whenever you're available."
With that, Ryan lowered his head to my crotch, massage my stiff cock through my pants and then slide them off as I lifted my ass out of the chair. I spread my legs open and leaned back in the chair as Ryan gobbled down my manhood. He didn't have the patience to go slow and was sucking me as fast as his head could bob up and down. I held his head to try and slow him down but he wasn't' having any of it. His efforts fighting my hands made it all the more erotic, like he was face fucking me against my will. His mouth was literally raping my cock. This was just too much for this horny old guy and I lurched my ass up to shove my cock deep into Ryan's mouth as I shot stream after stream of hot sticky cum, Ryan swallowing every last drop.
"That's what I'm talking about Ryan, I'm always here, always horny and always wanting more of you."
With that, we both cleaned up a bit, got dressed and then embraced and kissed with lots of tongue and saliva exchanged.
"Ok, enough screwing around, literally, let's get back to work."
For the next few weeks, life went on as usual. My wife would come home, we'd make mad monkey love for a few days, Ryan and I would work in the wood shop and when my wife left on her next business trip, Ryan and I would pick up where we left off, building wooden ornaments and sucking each other early and often. Ryan's business was going good and he brought a friend of his to the shop one day and introduced me to Lucas. Lucas was the son of a co-worker of Ryan's father and he met him when they would be at his father's shop on Saturdays. Lucas was a year older than Ryan but they hit it off from the first time they met. Lucas had a pick up truck he would do odd jobs and deliveries with his truck to make a few bucks. He was going to deliver Ryan's completed orders locally and if it was all right with me, Lucas would help Ryan in the shop when the work load got over whelming. I had no problem with that as long as he worked safely and would be Ryan's responsibility. Lucas was shorter than Ryan by a few inches, a few pounds lighter and had light brown hair down to his shoulders. He had a cute face and was always smiling and outgoing. He had a firm handshake and started off calling me Mr. Jenson. I corrected him and told him to call me Mark, same as Ryan did. I was a little disappointed that Ryan had brought someone else into the shop so we couldn't be as free to grope and play with each other throughout the day, but that would just make the days when Lucas wasn't there all that more special. But I was some what surprised at myself for checking him out and deciding he had a cute face and a small frame but a nice body overall.
This new arrangement was working out for everyone. Ryan's orders were constantly increasing and Lucas turned out to be a great worker and a big help to Ryan and occasionally myself when I needed some help. A couple of months had passed when Ryan came bursting into the shop all excited. His mother had gotten a call from Gail, the physical therapist, and her grant was approved. She would be coming out next week to start working with Ryan and his father on her program. He was jumping up and down and carrying on like I'd never seen before. Lucas followed him in the shop and commented,
"He's been like this for the past hour. I picked him up at his house and he ran in the truck and hollered at me to get going, drive faster, we had to get here to tell you the news. I'm not sure what it's all about, but I guess its good news?"
I briefly explained what was happening with Ryan. Ryan then turned quiet and somber faced.
"This means I'm going to have to spend most of my time at home for a few weeks, if not longer. I won't be able to come here and work on my orders or help you out, Mark."
"Can I fill in for you, Ryan," Lucas offered. "I've been working with you long enough that I know how to make your things and if I get stuck, maybe Mark would give me a hand? You'd just have to handle the paper work and taking the orders and that stuff."
"Oh dam, that would be fucking awesome, Lucas, if you could do that for me. We'll work out the money end of it so neither one of us gets burned financially. Of course, that's if its all right with you, Mark?'
"I think that's very generous of Lucas to help you out. I have no problem with him filling in for you while you're busy at home. And I would be glad to help him out if he needed a hand now and then."
At that Lucas looked me in the eye and smiled ear to ear, giving me a wink as he turned to high five Ryan. I wasn't sure what that was all about, but I tried not to read too much into it. Ryan said he wanted to get home and tell his parents about the new arrangement with Lucas. As Ryan headed out the door, Lucas walked past me and gave me a slap on the ass.
"Glad to be filling Ryan's shoes for the fore seeable future. See you tomorrow."
And with that he walked out the door, whistling as he went. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Did Ryan say anything to Lucas about our sexual exploits? Was Lucas looking for the same thing? Or was Ryan pimping me out to his friend to get him to do all his work for him while he was at home? Am I to become the local old man whore for every horny teenager in town?