When did you first recognize

After the weekend I spent with Scott I faced the reality that I needed to make some choices not as a boy but as a man. Monday morning I got up, made coffee fixed grits, fried bacon and eggs for my lover. Scott walked out of the bedroom with morning wood. I bent over and kissed his cockhead and told him sex after breakfast. He slapped my ass and said if I made him wait then I was going to be sorry. Immediately Scott stopped in his tracks and said...fuck..no...I’m not going to hurt you or make you feel threatened to be punished. I turned off the stove top. Walked over to his chair....straddling his crotch and kissed him passionately. I assured him I knew he would never hurt me and he’s was just responding without thinking about my previous experience with Mr. Roy.

I fixed our breakfast, opened the fridge and got a jar of blackberry jam. I took the lid off...used my finger to scoop a little out, I proceeded to rub it on his pecker and I swallowed his cockhead. He picked me up and sat me on the table and sucked my balls. God, talk about a phenomenal morning breakfast. We had sex right there on his kitchen table. I begged him to fuck me but he was too worried my ass was still tender. He licked, rimmed and playfully licked my ring asking often if that hurt, was it painful, etc...

After we both shot our loads down each other’s throats we took a shower. He washed me, cupped my balls...the scent of Irish Spring soap was amazing. Once we finished I wrapped in a towel and went to the kitchen to pack his lunch. When he entered the open space I had his lunch ready, his thermos of coffee as well. I was worried how his morning would go as he would see Mr. Roy for the first time. I had decided I was not going back to the tire center. I left Scott’s cabin after cleaning up the kitchen and put the sheets in the wash. I went home. My mom had gone to get groceries at Kroger’s. My dad asked me to come into the family room. I knew he was pondering something. Once I got in family room he got up from his recliner, walked over to me and gave me a much needed hug. We talked around some topics but he told me he had an idea that I was in over my head with Mr. Roy. I acted like I wasn’t following his conversation. He looked at me and said....”Jon, your mom and I know you like boys...men, etc....and that doesn’t matter to us, however, when someone uses you or you allow someone to take advantage of you then it’s time to reevaluate how to handle the situation. He knew when Mr. Roy gave me a job and put a set of tires on my truck and then let me drive his new truck then he was concerned how I would handle everything when enough was enough. It was the unspoken things my dad didn’t say that let me know I had to be a man and do the right thing. That conversation with my dad...with my mom out of the house to this day was probably one of the most beautiful things I can remember about my dads love, support and care.

I went to my room and got my savings passbook and went to the bank. I withdrew $200.00 to go pay Mr. Roy for my tires. When I pulled up to the tire center Scott was in the first service bay. He was calm, cool as a cucumber......walked over to me and spoke in a low voice, “Jon...leave. You don’t know what you are doing.” I placed my hand on his forearm and said. If I’m not back in ten minutes come find me. I walked in the main entrance and walked past a few guys. I walked back towards Mr. Roy’s office. I could hear him talking on the phone. I couldn’t tell for sure but I thought he was talking to my father. I approached his door and knocked. His office door was open. He motioned for me to come in. I stood closer to the door entrance. Once he got off the phone he looked puzzled. I was very direct. I asked for a couple minutes of his time. He started to speak...I held up my index finger as to signal...now, I’m speaking. I took the key to the shop and the $200.00 dollars I just withdrew from my savings account. I said very matter of fact. 1. Here’s the key to your shop. 2. Here’s payment for my tires for my truck. I turned to leave and he begged me to let him speak. The only thing I could do was to walk to my truck and leave. Scott looked at me. He winked. God, I’ll never forget that sexy, unspoken expression. I drove to UT Knoxville campus and sat in a parking lot. I took a pen and paper and started making a list of goals, wants, dreams. I drove home. My mom was in the kitchen and I asked her to do me a favor. Of course she did....we got busy in the kitchen and made a blackberry cobbler. I stopped at the IGA about 6 o’clock and got a half gallon of vanilla ice cream. About seven pm I knocked on Scott’s door. He didn’t say a word. He took the basket from my hands and pulled me in for a kiss. Sometimes it’s when you don’t say a word you still hear what the other person is saying. As I walked into his kitchen he said...”what’s in the basket?” I kissed him and said...the blackberry jam this morning made me realize just how much I liked the taste of blackberry and cock. I fixed us some cobbler and ice cream. We went to his bedroom and got naked, sat on his bed and ate our dessert. As things progressed I realized clean sheets were ready to go in the dryer. Once we got out of the shower we made up his bed. I told him about the five-ten minutes I spent in Mr. Roy’s office. He held me, he listened and gently kissed my neck as I was talking about what I had to do for myself. In addition, I told Scott about my conversation with my dad. Scott is ten years older than me but he’s wise beyond his years. We were ready to go to bed. He kissed me goodnight. I rolled over and straddling his crotch. I grinned and said blackberry cobbler would be a treat for my ass to be fucked. He was definitely interested but guarded ...he didn’t want to hurt me. I kissed him and said, if you make love to me then I am going to enjoy the amazing feeling of you in my hole. That night .... a few days after a rough experience I leaned what it was like having a man to love me...not use me.

Scott later told me he knew we would be together after that night. I went to Vanderbilt in Nashville and got a degree in science. Enrolled in pharmacy school at UT Memphis. Scott supported me every time I faced a career move, etc....

On a side note. Later in years my father called me and asked if I could make a trip to Knoxville soon. Two weeks later Scott and I visited. My dad informed me that Mr. Roy had passed away. In addition, I had a phone conversation with an attorney. Mr. Roy left me a nice gift of money and his 1969 Ford Mustang. I drove the car back to Memphis when I was in pharmacy school. I sold the car within a couple of weeks. The sell of that car paid the tuition of my schooling. Scott and I are now retired and live at the Outer Banks. 

(significant parts of this story is true....)