Unexpected Guest, Chapter 8
Dalton's passport arrived on the last Thursday of June. He had begun to stress a bit that it might be late, so he was thrilled to have it in hand. He didn't tell Shel until Saturday evening when he did a rerun of the shrimp Alfredo dinner that Shel had raved about before. It had not been his night to cook, but he had asked to switch.
Shelby had been studying all day and appreciated not having to make dinner, but felt guilty that Dalton was going to cook after working most of the day, so he pitched in and played sous chef, doing whatever he was allowed to by cleaning up the utensils Dalton was through with.
The recipe was met with the same receptions it had been before. In fact, Shelby thought it was even better. Dalton had played with the seasoning of the sauce just a bit. He was delighted that his lover had noticed and appreciated the changes. He made sure to note the modifications on the recipe file.
Dalton's new passport was the centerpiece of the table, and Shel made sure to tell him how hot he looked in the photo.
Both men worked very hard for the remainder of their summer school session. Despite the long hours of toil, each felt good about his accomplishments when the term ended.
Part of the secret of surviving it was that they had both learned to read each other's moods better than they did in the beginning. Shel, especially, came to realize that the years between Dalton's age and his were formative ones and that they made a lot of difference in one's maturity level. It wasn't that he thought Dalton was juvenile, but more that he understood that a guy's brain is still under construction in important ways during those years. He still considered his lover as his peer, but he made allowances for judgments that might be different.
Dalton also knew that Shel possessed coping skills that he was still developing, and so, he tended to listen to Shel's advice even in times when he thought maybe he knew better.
At long last, they were free from studying for a couple of months and they were bound to make the most of it. There was suddenly more time for fun activities, including those which took place in bed. Dalton began to hang around the house in holey underwear or go commando in torn shorts that were quite suggestive, and sometimes rather revealing.
Shelby loved the show of skin and followed his young lover's lead in how he dressed when they were home alone. It all resulted in more intimate contact and more frequent physical encounters.
One afternoon, Dalton wore a pair of shorts with a serious rip in the seat while in the garage vacuuming out his car. Shel came out to toss a pile of old papers in the recycle bin just in time to watch Dalton as he bent over, revealing the crack of his butt. Shel couldn't resist. He wet the middle finger of his right hand in his mouth and came up behind to slip it into Dalton's cleft. Poor Dalton hadn't heard his movements over the noise of the machine, and was so startled that he straightened up, smacking his head on the doorframe of his vehicle in the process.
"Shit!" he yelled.
"Oh Baby, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! I didn't mean for you to get hurt!"
"How sorry are you?" Dalton asked, hitting the remote button to close the garage door.
"Sorry enough to suck your cock," Shelby said as he sat on the car seat and pulled Dalton toward him by his hips.
"That sounds good!"
"I guess that makes me a sorry cock-sucker," Shel grinned as he undid the snap and zipper on Dalton's shorts.
"That's an honored title the way you do it," Dalton gasped and Shelby swallowed his expanding tool to the hilt.
As it reached its full potential, Shel had to back off to keep from choking. He wondered if Dalton had gained in length in the past several months, because he didn't remember its being that large.
Shelby switched to a teasing mode, flicking his tongue like butterfly wings on the underside of the meatus. This drove Dalton toward his orgasm more quickly than if he'd used stronger pressure. He was about to spew when Shel backed off again and bathed his balls.
"Damn! I was to close I could taste it!"
"I can taste it too, but I want you to beg for it."
"Please let me cum!"
"In due time, my love; in due time."
Shelby had mercy on him after a couple more minutes of intense pleasuring. By the time Dalton erupted, he was shaking in anticipation. Every nerve in his body seemed connected to the tip of his dick. He moaned loudly, expressing his elation.
The initial blast hit Shelby's tonsils like the force of a garden hose. He nearly choked on the volume of love juice. Succeeding squirts were less intense, but still impressive.
"So, how's the head?"
"Awesome! You give great head!!!"
"I'm talking about the one on your shoulders, doofus!"
"Oh, that head; was there something wrong with it? I seem to have forgotten."
"May I help you finish detailing your car?"
"Naw, it's done, and I have something more pressing to do."
With that, Dalton traded places with Shelby and proceeded to give him the same treatment. He proved to be a quick-study, driving Shelby to new heights of pleasure.
Dalton could scarcely hide his excitement as the jet taxied toward the runway. He was seated by the window in a row slightly forward of the wings so he had a great view of everything on that side of the plane.
Shelby grinned as he observed his lover. He was happy that he hadn't insisted on driving to Canada. This was bound to be an unforgettable experience for Dalton.
Unlike some first-time fliers, Dalton felt no trepidation. He loved the sensation of the plane thrusting into the sky. Since it was a small jet, it didn't lumber down the runway very long before becoming airborne.
"It's like being on an amusement park ride!" he grinned. "I love it!"
The lady sitting on the other side of Shelby smiled at his youthful exuberance. She remembered her son's excitement when, at the age of 10, he had flown for the first time. The fact that Dalton was much older didn't diminish the quality of the experience. She was happy for him and impressed that he didn't hide his enthusiasm in some misguided attempt to appear cool.
It seemed to Dalton that they'd barely started when they were preparing to touch down in the Twin Cities where they would change planes. After deplaning, they walked quite a distance to their departure gate. However, they didn't leave the secure area, so there was no need to go through another screening.
They found a deli counter which offered an excellent Cuban sandwich for lunch. Dalton paled at the prices, but Shelby didn't bat an eye as he paid for their meal. Knowing that airlines didn't serve much on flights anymore, and that what was available would be more overpriced than food in the terminal, he encouraged Dalton to have a pastry for dessert as well.
"That was good food!" Dalton exclaimed as he snarfed down the last crumb. "You're spoiling me."
"Cool! If I keep this up, I'll have you eating out of my hand eventually."
"That wouldn't be difficult since I already eat out of your shorts," Dalton whispered.
"You are so-o-o naughty!" Shel giggled.
"I wasn't like this until I started living with you!"
"Are you saying I'm a pervert?"
"Yup, and I thank God every day that you are."
"Ooh, are you spoiling for a spanking, you sassy brat?"
"I'm safe in a crowd," he laughed as he "accidentally" brushed Shel's bulge with the back of his hand.
"Just wait until I get you alone..."
Their banter was interrupted by a lady on the PA system announcing the boarding of their flight. Since they were in the fifth group to get on, they might have stayed seated and continued teasing one another, but Dalton was eager to get in line.
The weather in Montreal was perfect, with an azure sky and sunlight which was beginning to cast longer shadows. From his window seat, Dalton absorbed the beauty of the scenery as they were about to land.
When they finally disembarked, they made their way out of the gate, following the arrows pointing toward the baggage carousel. They were met immediately by Steve and his boyfriend Pierre who hugged them both warmly.
After the introductions, Steve asked about their flight and other bits of nonessential things. As the awaited their bags, he stood back to have a better look at his nephew.
"You are the best-looking member of the family! I swear that I was never that cute even as a teenager."
"I only hope I can be as handsome as you are when I mature a bit more," Dalton said in return. "The pix you emailed don't do you justice.
"And he's charming as well," Steve smiled.
"You're both charmers," Shelby grinned. "Pierre and I will have to keep you guys on short leashes so you don't get into trouble."
"You can call me `Pete' if you like, Shel. Sometimes I think I need a training collar for this one," Pierre smirked. "I never let him get too far out of my sight."
"Don't listen to him; I never even think about straying. I'm about as whipped as anyone I know," Steve insisted.
"From that remark, I take it that `smart-ass' must be a genetic trait," Shelby joked.
"You picked an astute lover, Dalton," Steve high-fived his nephew.
"I hope the luggage arrives soon because it's getting deep in here," Pete laughed.
If there had been any apprehension about meeting Uncle Steve and his boyfriend, it was certainly dispelled in those first few minutes. The guys all got along as if they'd been friends for years.
"We've going to have dinner with mother at the farm tonight and we'll stay with her a couple of days. Then we want you to be our guests for a few more as we show you our city and surrounding area," Steve said. "We might even take in a club or two if you like."
"It all sounds good to me," Dalton grinned. "Do you know what's for dinner tonight?"
"Yes, she said she's cooking boeuf bourguignon, the meal you liked best when you were a little boy. You mentioned it in your letter as a favorite memory. It's more of a winter dish, I guess, but comfort food is always in season."
"I wonder if she'll share her recipe," Shel asked. "I'd like to know how she makes it."
"I'm sure she will."
"It's a favorite memory in more ways than one," Dalton commented. "You see, that was what Shel was cooking the night he took me into his home. I will always associate it with love and caring."
"That's wonderful!" Steve exclaimed. "I didn't want to bring up my sister's treatment of you, but now that you have, I want to say how sorry I am."
"It's okay. I'm in a far better place in life than I thought possible."
Dalton went on to relate how Shelby and he had met and how his parents reacted when they went to get his things. It was obvious he was very proud of his knight in shining armor. He managed to finish the tale before they arrived at the farm.
Entering the backdoor of the farmhouse, the four men were enveloped by the wonderful aroma of dinner in the oven. They barely got into the kitchen before they received a royal welcome.
Marie LeClere may have been diminutive in stature, but she was a strong lady, used to working hard. When she embraced and kissed her grandson, she did it with vigor as well as love. She rambled in a mixture of French and broken English about how big and handsome he was. Fortunately, he understood most of it without needing any translation.
When she was finished greeting him, she hugged Shelby in like manner. He felt like part of the family immediately. It was difficult to believe that she was the mother of Mary, the woman who had treated her son so despicably.
Pete and Steve received the same treatment. There was no mistaking the genuine hospitality which was showered upon them.
Dinner was great, as expected. It played on Dalton's emotions as he had told his uncle it might. At one point, he was the little boy with Grandma waiting on him, and at another, he was the young adult being rescued by his lover. He smiled the whole time. The red wine Marie served with the meal was probably partially responsible for his happy, mellow expression.
Marie smiled too. She was pleased to get reacquainted with her polite, charming grandson. She faulted her daughter for throwing him away, and felt that she too had set a poor example in treating Etienne in a similar manner. She planned to be as good to both of them as she possibly could.
For dessert, Marie had made éclairs which she filled with freshly whipped cream just before serving. The drizzle of chocolate across the tops and on the white porcelain plates made the presentation as elegant as it would be in a fine restaurant.
The men ate them slowly, savoring each morsel.
After dinner, the men pitched in to clear the table and clean up the kitchen, over Marie's protests to be sure. Despite saying she should do it, she did appreciate their thoughtfulness.
Then she sat down at the kitchen table and told how she made her boeuf bourguignon while Steve translated it into English on his laptop. He also tried to put into standard measurements the pinches of this and that which were the seasonings. After reading it back to her (translating into French) and getting a few more modifications, he saved it and sent it to Dalton's email account so that he'd have it when he got home.
Around 10:00, Marie showed the couples to their rooms. The beds were doubles instead of the larger ones the men were used to sharing, but they didn't complain, knowing that being close was not a bad thing.
Dalton and Shelby stripped to their underwear and got in bed immediately. They were tired from their day of travel and soon feel asleep.
Etienne and Pierre sat up awhile visiting with Marie because she was eager to hear the details of Dalton's banishment and would rather not discuss the subject in front of him. Steve had let her know earlier that he had gained new information on the way to her house.
She shed a few tears in the process. Once again, she vowed to give her grandson all the love she could.
It was a working farm, but all of the cultivated land was rented out. Marie had a garden and kept one cow and a flock of chickens. That was enough to occupy her in her later years.
Dalton arose early enough to help her with the milking and gathering of eggs. It was more like he tried to learn how to milk, but didn't really get the hang of it, and his grandmother did most of it.
However, when he came in, hungry for breakfast, he felt like he had accomplished something and become closer to her in the process.
The guys took turns showering and dressing after they ate. They helped around the house a bit while visiting with grandma. Later they assisted in lunch preparation. Of course, Marie had it all planned, and they mostly set the kitchen table and put things out at her direction.
After lunch, Uncle Steve was eager to show the others places where he'd played growing up. Marie went down for a nap while the guys hiked out beyond the pasture to a small creek which was dammed up to create a kind of pool.
"This place has fond memories," he grinned. "Several friends and I went skinny dipping here. We learned a lot about our bodies in the process."
"Does that include jacking off?" Dalton asked with a grin.
"Yes it does! Have you ever creamed under water and watched your cum form into floating globs?"
"No, I can't say that I have. I read about that in one of Shelby's stories, I think, and I was going to try it in the tub, but the lock on the bathroom door was faulty and I was always afraid I'd get caught."
"Well, no one will catch you out here unless it's your boyfriend," Steve suggested.
"I don't know if I could do it in front of you guys," Dalton blushed.
"Maybe I could give you a hand," Shelby said, thinking of how hot it might be for both of them.
"Or we could give each other a little help," Dalton grinned, warming to the idea.
"Well, let's not stand on formality," Pierre exclaimed. "Let's get naked!"
The guys shucked their clothes and jumped in. The pond was fairly warm because the creek that flowed into it ran at a trickle across a sandy bottom which reflected the sunlight back up into the water.
It was so clear that it didn't really hide anything, but did distort shapes and sizes due to the refraction of the light. They could see a school of small fish swimming around their feet and between their legs.
Steve and his lover started the action by pulling their bodies together and kissing deeply. Dalton and Shel followed suit fairly soon. It didn't take long for all four of them to sprout full erections.
Dalton's mind was reeling. He remembered how sexy he felt being naked on the beach around a bunch of people he didn't know. Here he was again, unclothed in the presence of virtual strangers, and this time he was about to have a sexual experience with his lover. He was nearly as turned on as he could be.
Shel kind of led the way by running his middle finger in the cleft of Dalton's ass as they kissed. Dalton widened his stance to give greater access. Then he did the same thing to Shelby who also loved having his rosebud stimulated.
While this was going on, their cocks were dueling like a couple of light-sabers. It was almost as if one could hear the zapping sounds every time they touched.
"I'm about to cum if you want to watch my jizz surge in the water," Steve called.
Dalton and Shelby moved to stand on either side of the pair, so close that their four phalluses were only inches apart.
Pierre teased his lover over the edge seconds later. Thick gobs of seminal fluid and sperm shot forth and hung suspended in the water, drifting toward Pierre. They got stirred about as Steve tripped Pierre's trigger, clouding the water further.
The sight was highly stimulating for the other two. Dalton came next, followed closely by Shelby, both jacking themselves the last few strokes. About half a dozen fish rose toward the surface to ingest part of the offering.
The guys rinsed off their dicks before climbing out and standing by the edge. They all unabashedly appraise each other's equipment.
"Dalton, you're hung!" Steve exclaimed. "And you're lucky to have a lover who is your equal."
"You guys could be porn stars!" Shelby returned the compliment.
Steve spontaneously hugged his nephew and Shelby. Then Shelby and Dalton hugged Pete. It was an intimate bonding session to say the least.
Marie cooked another French inspired dinner that night, coq au vin. It was met with the same enthusiasm as her boeuf bourguignon. She served it with an excellent inexpensive wine, a crusty French baguette, and a big salad. This time, she served fruit and cheese for dessert like her ancestors in France might have done.
When Shelby asked if she would share her recipe (Steve translating), Marie laughed and said, "Julia Child, Internet."
"C'est vrai?" Shelby tried his French.
"Oui."
They all had a good laugh over that one.
With Uncle Steve translating, Marie shared with Dalton more bits and pieces of her life that she felt he might like to know. She also told about Mary's and Steve's younger days. Dalton honestly wasn't that interested in hearing about his mother. He wasn't convinced that he would ever care.
As the evening wore on, Marie learned more about her grandson too. She seemed to become fonder of him with each new detail. As she bade them good night, she made sure to give Dalton a warm hug.
Marie retired a bit earlier than her guests because she would be up rather early in the morning to start her day, as was her habit. The men stayed up longer talking about what their plans were when they got back to Steve and Pete's condo in Montreal.
Before they went off to their rooms, Steve said he had something to say. From the serious look on his face, Dalton wondered if his uncle was unhappy with him for some reason.
"I have to apologize for my actions this afternoon. It was totally inappropriate of me to lead the rest of you into a wanking session, especially my nephew who I was just getting acquainted with. Dalton, I hope that you will someday be able to think of me in different terms than an old pervert!"
"There's no apology necessary," Dalton exclaimed, happy that he hadn't done something to alienate his newfound relative. "It was actually rather hot. You weren't out of line. You didn't come on to me or even touch me in an improper way. I was as excited as anyone about watching underwater spewing."
"But, I instigated a kind of naked sexual play involving a guy barely of majority age, and a relative at that. Isn't that kind of like incest?"
"Nope, like I said, there wasn't any touching or forcing anyone to do anything against his will. As far as nudity is concerned, Shel and I visited a couple of nude beaches on spring break. We both like baring it all, don't we, Babe?"
"We do indeed. Neither of us was offended, Steve, so there was absolutely no foul. Personally, I think nudity leads to more honesty because people can't hide as easily as they can when clothed. We all know one another better." Shelby explained.
"Yeah, like I said, Dalton will think of me as an old pervert now that he knows me better."
"Nonsense, Uncle, I don't think of you as being OLD," Dalton grinned. "You're only about 12 years older than I am; and the sexual perversion part doesn't offend me one bit!" Dalton said with a cheesy grin.
"Ooh, he's a little imp!" Steve smiled. "How do you keep him under control, Shelby?"
"I don't control him; he's my equal, but every once in awhile, he does need a spanking."
"Too much information!" Pete joined in the teasing. "It must run in the family because Steve requires a bit of discipline every so often."
"Be careful that you don't suggest something that will lead to a mutual paddling session!" Steve warned. "I already feel guilty enough!"
"Don't worry, Steve, there won't be any paddling on my part," Shelby assured him.
"We'd better get to bed because we want to get at least some rest for tomorrow," Pete advised. "We'll have a kind of laid-back day, but we might want to sleep later in the morning after we have a bit of fun tonight. I think our time in the swimming hole has, um, inspired my lover!"
Author's notes: I'm hoping this will come out a day early so that the Nifty editor doesn't have to work on Thanksgiving.
Thanks to all who emailed since last posting: Walt S, Mike D, Wayne, Ott H, Paul R, Dick M, Trish R, Tony W, Zero, Drew, Bob L, Don S, Bill K, Jim W, John L, Scott, Bill T, Mendy D, Douglas and Lawrence, Jim L, Paul R, and James H.
For my US readers, I wish you a happy Thanksgiving. For the rest, I hope you have a pleasant time as well.
Remember our brothers and sisters in Paris, Brussels, and wherever lives are being disrupted by terrorists.
Hope and Peace,
David