Chronicles Of An Academic Predator - 41. Chapter 41

May 10, 1963

 

There was only one person it could be. Stefan didn't know I was in town, and Sammy hadn't come over in a long time. It had to be Jeff, and it was. I wonder if Vella had run home to tell him I was here. Interesting.

 

He looked nervous enough to pee his pants.

 

“Can I come in?” he asked sheepishly.

 

“Asshole,” I said maliciously. He looked ready to turn and leave. “Of course you can come in,” I said, and he realized I was messing with him. Still, he approached me cautiously, like I might leap up and bite him like a snake. I patted the bed next to me and he sat there.

 

“Do you hate me?” he asked.

 

“I'm trying to, but it hasn't been easy. Give me a few months and I might be able to get there,” I joked. What was I doing, being so jocular? I remembered my time with Peter, and how he used humor as a cloak to hide what was inside. I guess I'd internalized those lessons.

 

He leaned down and kissed me. I melted into him, throwing caution to the wind. I slid down in the bed and he lay on top of me. I could feel his hardness, and I knew he could feel mine, but the focus was on our mouths, where the true exchange was taking place. He was trying to show me he loved me, not holding back like he did in Chicago. I wanted to surrender to him, to be like before, but I couldn't. I pulled away.

 

“So you want to tell me what's going on?” I asked.

 

He sighed and lay down next to me. “JP, I don't know what to do. I love you so much. The last week has been miserable, the worst in my life. I kept telling myself that I had to do the right thing, the honorable thing. That's what my head told me, well at least one of them,” he smiled at me, “but my heart told me that I belong with you.”

 

“You know, if you would have come to me in Chicago and said this, I would have helped you work through this problem without either one of us becoming near-suicidal.”

 

He got a guilty look. “I know. You're right. I totally fucked up.”

 

“Well, if we're going to be a couple, you're going to have to promise me you won't do that to me again. You hurt me bad, real bad, and worst of all, you didn't trust me. Called me a liar.”

 

He ignored most of my litany. “You said 'if we're going to be a couple'? Does that mean you're willing to take me back?”

 

I wanted to joke, to throw some stupid comment out there, but I couldn't. “I'll take you back as long as you promise, swear, that you will never, ever do that to me again. From now on, you are not allowed to break up with me. Only I'm allowed to break up with you, not the other way around. So don't piss me off.”

 

“I promise.”

 

We laid there smiling at each other, then kissed again, and then the need to couple became overwhelming. If my parents walked in and started watching at that point, I wouldn't have cared. He stood up and took off all of his clothes, his hard cock straining out in front of him. He lay down in the bed and I turned away from him letting him slide up behind me.

 

He nuzzled my neck like I loved and ran his hands slowly but deliberately up and down the front of my body. When he truly had me frustrated beyond belief, he grabbed for the Vaseline and hurriedly greased his cock and slid into my waiting hole. Then, as he moved slowly and lovingly in and out, he did the thing that I loved most of all. With that deep, husky, masculine voice of his, he began talking in my ear, sometimes in French, sometimes in English.

 

“Baby, I missed you so much. All week I needed to be with you, to tell you that I love you, to feel your body next to mine. God you feel good. I love to make love to you. I love to be one with you. When I'm with you like this, we aren't two people, we're just one.”

 

I felt the love, felt the passion, felt his dick hitting my spot, and then I felt his pace change and I knew he was close. “Oh baby, I want this to last forever. I want to be inside you forever, but I can't. You feel too good, you're gonna make me cum. I haven't cum in days. I'm gonna fill you up. Is that Ok? Can I fill your ass with my cum?”

 

“Oh yeah, fill me up,” I cried, probably much too loudly. And then, as if it was a sign, we both came at exactly the same time. He thrust into me, his cock throbbing and spewing his wad, while I drove back into him just as hard and shot my load damn near across the room. And it lasted for what seemed like forever. I thought I'd never stop cumming.

 

When we finally stopped, I pushed him on his back and laid on him with my head on his chest. I felt his cum pouring out of my ass and it made me giggle.

 

“What's so funny?” he asked.

 

“I think I need a tampon,” I said, and we both laughed.

 

I moved up next to him so we were face to face. “That was the best, absolute best sex I've ever had in my entire life,” I told him. He probably didn't realize what a little slut I really was, and thus how much meaning that statement really had.

 

“Yeah. It was. For me too.”

 

“So what happens now?” I asked. “You still planning to get married?”

 

“No. I broke off the engagement yesterday. It wasn't pretty. She threatened to have her father come after me with his shot gun.” He smiled at me. “That's east side justice, in case you were wondering.”

 

“What made you do it?” I asked.

 

“A couple of things. First of all, it just didn't feel right. I was miserable, and that pissed her off. But actually it was your cousin who made me see the light.”

 

“Stefan?” I asked, incredulous. Since when had he done something for someone else?

 

“Yeah. He told me that he fucked Carol, and I told him that I didn't believe him. I even grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall. I still feel bad about that.”

 

“What did he do?” I asked.

 

“Kicked me in the nuts, the little shit,” he said with a grimace, remembering the pain. I started laughing hysterically. “It's not funny, it hurt!”

 

I laughed harder still, and moved my hand down to fondle his balls gently. “They seem fine to me now.”

 

“Yeah. Now they are. So after I dropped him and he jumped on me, he told me he could prove it to me. He drove me over to Tonto's and told me to stay in Billy's room. He told me it could be awhile. It was. I was there for three hours, reading stuff, mostly Billy's old letters. I hope that was OK?”

 

“I'm sure it was fine.”

 

“So anyway, Stefan comes bursting in and tells me to barge into his room in ten minutes. So I watched the clock and ten minutes later I burst in, and there he was fucking Carol.”

 

“Wow. So what did she do?”

 

“She screamed, started calling me and Stefan names, and ran out of the house. I don't know how she got home, though. She lives in far East Claremont. Of course, I had to pay Stefan back,” he said with a grin. “I hope that's OK?”

 

“I told you, you can do whatever you want, until we're together as a real couple in the same place.” I'd kept gently playing with his balls and now I moved up to his cock, which was hardening again.

 

“Somebody is horny tonight,” I said jokingly.

 

“Damn right I am,” he said, and rolled on top of me and entered me again.

 

May 11, 1963

 

We lay in bed, enjoying the afterglow of our wake-up fuck. I was blissfully euphoric, and full of energy. He mirrored my mood. We were young (well, at least he was) and in love. I felt like I could conquer the world as long as he was by my side.

 

“So what made you come home?” he asked.

 

“I was planning to shoot you,” I said with a straight face. He looked at me with big eyes before he realized I was kidding.

 

“Funny. Very funny.”

 

“Well, I can honestly say that never crossed my mind. Shooting Carol, now that did, but not you.” He kissed me gently.

 

“You ever going to answer my question?”

 

“Oh yeah, why am I here? I got a letter from Isidore. She's traveling to Chicago on June 9^th with Andre Charles.”

 

“So that brought you here?”

 

“No, but I have to get more room, and since you weren't in the picture, I came to ask my parents for advice.” He looked guilty, and I felt bad for throwing that at him. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. All is forgiven.”

 

He smiled at me. “So what are your options?”

 

“I have three. The first one is the easiest, and probably the cheapest. I can buy the condo next to mine for 35 grand and then bust down a wall or two and make it part of my condo.”

 

“That sounds cool. What's the second?”

 

“Well, I can buy the 21^st floor, the whole thing, for a hundred grand. But I have to hire a contractor to build everything out. That's going to take a while, and it's going to be a lot of work. But the upside is that I can design a spectacular space, and make it fit our family perfectly.” It suddenly dawned on me that I assumed we'd be together next year, and forever after, yet the only place I'd heard he actually planned to go to college at was OSU.

 

“And the third?”

 

“Buy a house. That's probably the most complicated of all, because I'd have to go house hunting. There would be more upkeep, what with a yard and shit, and I'd have to give up the views that I love so much. On the other hand, we may end up with a small yard for Andre Charles, and I might be able to get even closer to campus. So what do you think?

 

“I'm not sure yet.” he said. “Let me think about it.”

 

“Funny, that's what my father said. He told me he'd tell me what he thought after dinner tonight. I want you to be there to hear what he says and to give me input.”

 

“Won't that be weird? I mean, he's just now dealing with you being gay. Don't you think he'd be suspicious if I was there?”

 

He made a good point. “Maybe he would, but I want you there anyway.” My father had dealt with the worst of it; he'd deal with this too. I hope.

 

We showered together and made love yet again. It was heaven, just heaven. Then Jeff went back to Abe and Vella's to change clothes, and I got dressed and meandered through the house, questing for food.

 

I found my mother in the living room. “You seem rested and chipper today,” she observed.

 

“I am. I'm feeling really good.”

 

“So you and Jeff worked things out?” she asked.

 

I smiled. “Yes, we did.”

 

“Good. He's been moping around here for the past few weeks. It was driving all of us crazy.”

 

I decided to ask her about tonight. “Mother, I wanted to have Jeff listen to Dad's input on my housing situation. He'll probably be there with me. Do you think that will upset him?”

 

“JP, your father is not blind. You can bring him.”

 

“Are you telling me, Mother, that he knows about Jeff?”

 

She eyed me critically. “Be realistic for a minute. The two of you use all kinds of excuses to get together. You even took him to Paris with you. And your father saw the two of you at that hotel in Columbus. I think if you continue the charade you are insulting his intelligence.”

 

“Doesn't it bother him?” What she said made total sense, but I guess I just hadn't faced the truth.

 

“I think it still bothers him that you are gay, but his love for you conquers that. He learned to deal with Jeff at the same time he dealt with you being a homosexual.”

 

“So how should I handle this? Should I pretend that he doesn't know? Or should I acknowledge that we are a couple?” This was all very new, and very strange.

 

“I think you should act as a couple, without any public displays. I think that would be difficult for him to handle.” I nodded.

 

I wandered off to the study where my father was working. “Morning JP,” he said cheerfully.

 

“Morning Dad. Jeff and I were just about to head over to Tonto's to say hello.” He looked at me carefully.

 

“She'll be glad to see you. You sure did a great job with the memorial service.”

 

“Thanks Dad. You know we're a couple, Jeff and I, don't you?”

 

“I kind of figured that out,” he said uncomfortably.

 

“I'm not trying to throw it in your face Dad, or make you uncomfortable. I just wanted you to know. He's really important to me.”

 

“I appreciate that JP. I'm still adapting to this whole gay thing, but regardless of gender, I understand love.”

 

I smiled at him. “Thanks Dad,” I said, gave him a quick hug, and left.

 

On the way down the hill, I told Jeff about my conversation with my parents. “I told my father we're a couple,” I said.

 

“You what?!” he exclaimed.

 

“He already knew. Think about it. It's not like we don't take every opportunity to spend time together. Besides, my mother told me he already knew.”

 

“She knows too? Jesus JP, how many people have you outed us to?” He was fast becoming paranoid.

 

“Three. And I didn't tell them shit. They're smart people, and they can put two and two together. And they know me, and they know you.”

 

He seemed to calm down. “Who are these three?”

“My parents and Tonto,” I said.

 

“So when we go see her, she'll know we're fags?”

 

I had to laugh at him. “Yeah, but let's not make out in front of her, OK?”

 

“You laugh about this, but if this gets out my life, at least for the next month, could turn into a living hell.” He was very nervous.

 

“You seem to blame me for this. All three of them figured things out on their own. And think about it for a minute, think beyond yourself,” I said, and then paused. I was getting snippy. “They have a lot more to lose than you do. You think they want anyone to know that one of their relatives is gay? You think you have problems, think about their position in the community.”

 

I think, for the first time, Jeff understood that he was in essence marrying into not just money, but Claremont aristocracy. As I'd tried to explain to Stefan, it came with lots of privileges, and lots of obligations. Things he did no longer just affected him; they affected lots of other people and a few corporations to boot. He looked thoughtful.

 

Tonto was as happy to see us as ever. “JP, my favorite nephew. Good to see you.” She hugged me. “And Jeff, you don't come by enough. I'm going to send the police to track you down if you're not careful,” she said, hugging him too. That was a funny comment coming from her, especially in light of the conversation we'd just had. She wasn't really threatening him, but if she wanted to have the police track him down, it would only take a phone call.

 

“Where are your grandkids?” he asked, anxious to see them.

 

She smiled. “Probably upstairs in their playroom. They'll be thrilled to see you.” I nodded at him and he scampered off.

 

“So you two work out your problems?” she asked. Was my love life that transparent and public knowledge?

 

“Yes we did, with the help of Stefan,” I said. She raised an eyebrow at that. I think we'd all pegged him with a label, that of being a totally self-absorbed person. We chatted for awhile, and then I headed out to find Stefan.

 

He was in his room, and alone, surprisingly enough, sprawled out on his bed reading a book. “Hey Stefan!” I said and jumped on top of him. “JP!” he said, and wrestled me onto my back. I felt his hard cock pressing against me. He leaned down and kissed me.

 

“Hey now, I'm practically a married man thanks to you,” I joked.

 

“And I cannot kiss the bride?” I laughed.

 

Jeff peeked in. “And what's going on here?” he said with mock severity.

 

“I am kissing the bride,” Stefan said, and I started cracking up. So did Jeff.

He walked over to me and leaned down towards my ear. “I think you owe Stefan a debt of gratitude. I think you should pay him back, just save some energy for me later.” Then he left, closing the door.

 

“So,” Stefan said, “it seems you have permission to fuck me.” He leaned down and kissed me again. I pushed him off of me, causing him to look at me questioningly. I started taking off my clothes, and he got a big grin on his face. He followed suit until we were both standing next to each other, stark naked. He moved up to me and kissed me again. Then he dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth and worked me with a skill that was impressive. Too impressive, he was getting me too excited.

 

I lifted him up by the chin and kissed him some more, than I dropped to my knees and returned the favor. He moved away from me and lay on his back. “JP, come here, come make love to me,” he said.

 

I greased my cock with his lube, and probed his hole gently, watching him strain as I hit all the right spots. “I want you, now!” he said. I pushed his ankles back, bending him almost double, and penetrated his willing ass. I crushed his legs against his shoulders, totally dominating him, slowing my stroke every once in a while to kiss him. Something was different though. Stefan had changed. He wasn't just being mechanical; he was putting feeling, emotion into it. Man, when you added that ingredient to his skill level, he was one fantastic lover. Some guy was going to be lucky, real lucky.

 

He used that skill to tense his ass when I pulled out, and loosening it when I pushed in, making it feel like he was trying to keep me inside of him. It was incredible, and I made a mental note to try it with Jeff.

 

“JP, JP, you are going to make me cum.” I looked down at him, his pretty face, his urgent expression, the raw lust in his eyes, and it sent me over the edge. “Me too Stefan!” He started first, shooting his load up into my abdomen and chest. I followed him shortly after he started, and filled up his ass.

 

I collapsed on the bed next to him, and he handed me a towel to wipe myself off. “Thank you JP,” he said.

 

“No Stefan,” I said, “Thank you. For this, and for everything. I was in despair, depressed, miserable, and you saved my relationship with Jeff. I owe you so much.”

 

“Not to worry,” he said with a smile, “I will collect from both of you periodically.” The little shit. I just laughed.

 

Jeff and I took our leave of the Schluters and headed back home. Vella made a great dinner and she, Abe, and Sammy joined us. After we had stuffed ourselves and were trying to cram down a few bites of Vella's chocolate cake, Sammy stood up.

 

“I'm heading out tonight. You guys wanna tag along?” Sammy asked.

 

“He's got to go meet that Delilah. She probably wearing one of those skin tight blouses that she usually got on.” said Vella disapprovingly.

 

“I'm hoping Mama,” Sammy said, ignoring her attitude. He kissed her on the cheek.

 

“I think we're in for the night,” Jeff said, and Sammy gave me a leer. Guess he knew too. Fuck.

 

Vella and Abe excused themselves, leaving Jeff and I with my parents.

 

“JP, I've been thinking about your need for a bigger space, and I think you should either take the 21^st floor, or buy a house. I think either would be a good investment, you just have to decide whether you like high-rise living, or you'd rather have a house. I think if it was me, I'd be inclined to take the condo, but you have to make sure the doors outside stay locked so Andre Charles can't get out there.” My mother stayed silent.

 

I looked at Jeff. That made him incredibly uncomfortable. “I'm good with it, either way,” he said. “I think, though, that with a house you'd miss the view. Besides, if we want to take Ace out to play, we'll be close to a park, the beach, and campus.” I looked at him with raised eyebrows. It took me a minute to figure out that he was talking about Andre Charles. He'd tacked on an “e” to his initials, AC. Cute. It stuck.

 

I finally made up my mind. “I have to admit, I'm kind of partial to the condo.”

 

My father smiled. “I thought you'd say that. I made up some grids of the floor plan, and have some ideas for layouts.” I looked down and my father must have spent the entire day designing space for the whole floor. And with the exception of a few small things, it was perfect. And huge. He made some revisions on the spot, and I stood up and looked at them, with Jeff right behind me, so close I could feel the heat from his body.

 

I was really impressed with my father's skill. He'd allotted the entire lake front for a huge open room, a combination living room and dining room. On the opposite side, facing inland, he built a massive playroom/family room for Ace. The kitchen was in the center, towards the playroom. The master bedroom was huge, with a view of the city. There were two bedrooms next to it. They were good-sized, too big in my opinion, so I trimmed them back and made the master closet and bathroom bigger. On the other side, there were four other rooms, one designated as a study. Best of all, there were lots of bathrooms. Each bedroom had its own bath, or a jack and jill bath shared with another bedroom. For guests, there were two half-baths. It was a palace.

 

I thanked my dad profusely. “Dad, this is great. Thank you so much. You put so much work and thought into it, it will have your fingerprint on it. I'll think of you every day!” He smiled at me. I rolled up the plans and put them into the Corvette for safe-keeping, and so I didn't forget them.

 

After that, Jeff and I went to bed. He headed over to Abe and Vella's while I went to my room. In just a few minutes, he came through my sliding door. I smiled at that. We were both conscious of the sensitivities of my parents, and were trying not to flaunt our relationship too much.

 

“Hey JP,” he said, “look what I got in the mail this week.” He handed me a letter from Northwestern, offering him a full college football scholarship. “Guess you're stuck with me.” He grinned at me, and I grinned back. We made love several times, and each time I couldn't help but think how great it would be to have him with me all the time. I fell asleep on my side, with him snuggled up behind me. His strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me into his soft, muscular chest. His knees bent up into mine, holding me in a slightly fetal position. He encased me within himself. We were one.