As I mentioned at the end of the previous installment, this additional chapter of `bonus material' contained some things I wanted to put in the original story but never quite found space for. It also bridges the gap between the boys' relationship with Gene as teenagers into what might continue to pan out as they grow up. I'm confident I will be returning, one of these days, to revisit Stork Ridge and find out what they've been up to. In the meantime, I sincerely hope you have enjoyed this short story as much as I have the privilege of bringing it into the world, and to you.

Peace,

C.R.

 

Disclaimer and preamble:

1. This story is fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is pure coincidence.
2. This story depicts acts of physical intimacy between boys, as well as between men and boys. If this content is anathema, distasteful or otherwise illegal for you to consume, please take necessary steps to surf elsewhere.
3. This story is about deep and enduring friendship, but also about "hot, sweaty, lust driven passion sex" that transcends friendship in as much as it can be born from it.
4. I wrote this story for me, that is- my enjoyment. I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I hope you will.
5. This has been uploaded to the Nifty Erotic Stories Archive and may not be reproduced without express written permission from the author.
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Charles Rubin

chrubin@hotmail.com
February 2017

 

(From previous chapter)

Kissing Gene goodnight, Davis took his bedtime shower and retired to his bedroom, no doubt continuing his conversation with Aaron from dinner over text. Gene tidied up a little downstairs, portioned out the remaining chicken bake for his next three days of lunch at school and set the overnight timer on the dishwasher.

When did you become so domesticated, Gene Tanner?

When you became a Dad, sucker.

Gene knew that he would bear all this and more for the young man who had come into his life so unexpectedly and made it complete.

 

Chapter 11- Epilogue: Into the electric blue yonder

Aaron shifted in the computer chair, trying to get into a comfortable position. It didn't help that the chair was clearly designed for one and that Davis was sitting beneath him, his cock already semi-hard in anticipation of what was to come. The boys had woken up somewhat unexpectedly in the middle of the night. A quick check of Gene's bedroom had shown the poor man to be fast asleep, worn out from a Saturday of backlogged housework and frenzied lovemaking. Electing to amuse themselves rather than rouse their adult supervision, the boys made their way to Gene's study where they availed themselves of his computer and the excitement that they had planned for its functions.

Davis keyed in Gene's password as he squinted into the bright screen, made all the more glaring as the room lights were dimmed.

D4v!5&G3n3 The boy punched the seemingly convoluted sequence into the waiting login prompt.

"You two are hopelessly drippy for each other, you know?" muttered Aaron to no one in particular. "Anyone with half a brain is going to be able to guess a password like that." Davis, sitting on the cushioned edge of the reclining chair with Aaron's butt and balls perched over his lap, let his hands wander from their typing position on the keyboard to Aaron's groin, where they found a rapidly growing tumescence.

"Oh, poor baby, does that mean you only have half a brain?" Davis cooed sympathetically as he nuzzled his head and neck under Aaron's left armpit, burrowing his way to the front where he landed several good licks on his buddy's nipple.

"You ratbag, turn the camera on before you make me cum too soon. You're going to screw up the plan!" Aaron had learnt many things about his own body in the time he had started messing around with Davis and Gene, one of which was how surprisingly aroused he got when his nips got played with.

Davis turned his attention briefly back to the computer, opening up the webcam application and setting it up to record. Aaron reached forward to adjust the camera itself, moving the capture frame so that it clearly showed the boys in full glory, faces and all. They wanted it to be a nice present for Gene when finally got to see it. With the red dot of light on the webcam assuring them that their escapades would be preserved for later review, the boys then got started on each other.

Aaron guided Davis' hands to each of his nipples, rubbing his friend's fingers over his now erect boy tits. The sensation was beyond his imagining and he could feel his friend's cock beginning to harden, just as his own penis quickly rose to full mast in full view of the camera. The computer screen actually showed them what the webcam saw in real time and after the boys adjusted themselves a little bit in their shared chair, they were satisfied with the view and carried on, ignoring the camera for the most part.

Aaron was seated half diagonally over Davis' lap. His thighs closed tightly as Davis thrust his shaft up and down between them in a well-practiced Princeton Rub. Aaron had leaned back enough that he was now using half the backrest, with his left arm now hooked around Davis' neck. This allowed the boys to kiss while Davis got his stimulation, as well as give his buddy one of his trademark reach-arounds. Aaron started to moan softly as Davis jerked him off, up and down strokes in time with the hip movements that sent his teenage host's cock squelching between his liberally lubricated thighs. A bottle of half-full water based lube sat conspicuously on the computer desk in full view of anyone who passed by. At least in the Tanner household, there was no longer a need to be bashful about what happened at that computer when leisure activities were on the cards.

"Davie... oh Davie... jerk me off... I'm already getting close." Aaron's face was flushed and his breathing had started to take on the ragged staccato tempo that signaled his rising arousal.

"Oh no you don't," chided Davis playfully, "you aren't allowed to cum until I say you can." Davis slowed the masturbation of Aaron's cock as well as his own pelvic thrusts, letting the hot salsa of the past few minutes ease into a sensuous slow waltz.

"Uhhhh... uhhhhh...... Uhhh......" Aaron inhaled deeply and exhaled each time with a tortured moan, surrendering himself fully to the skillful hands of his lover. He wasn't sure if it was the presence of the camera, or their novel position on the chair, or the way Davis skillfully moved from one of his erogenous zones to the next. Whatever it was, it was driving him wild. Never staying in one place too long, Davis gave each place enough attention to get Aaron all heated up before moving on to the next area, a labour of love honed by many, many sessions of practice and exploration.

After a little over ten minutes of this, Aaron was ready to blow. He wanted to, he needed to, and it was time he got what he desired. Pumping out a generous glob of lube from the bottle just in front of him, Aaron reached down and oiled himself up as well as getting Davis ready. The lube felt so good as he applied the remainder to his own dick, getting it slick and smooth as only a well-greased boy cock can be. It was the variety that had some additional menthol or other stimulant in it and Aaron could feel his entire nether region start to heat up, issuing the battlecry for the charge `once more unto the breach'.

Davis was ready as well. Though he had cum earlier that day, doing this with Aaron in front of the computer was something that they had discussed for quite a few weeks leading up to this. To call anticipation an aphrodisiac was an understatement.

Aaron shifted his position, grinding the opening of his love canal invitingly against Davis' cockhead as his friend let himself slide lower in the chair. Gene's new computer chair was actually a recliner on wheels rather than a traditional office chair, which afforded just enough space for the boys to get sexy while remaining comfortable. Davis felt the tip of his cock meet resistance as Aaron pushed down against him, then the Panzer army broke through the Ardennes and Davis was home, enveloped by the warmth of Aaron's boy pussy and emboldened by the lube's stimulating formula.

"FUUUCKKKK oh fuck!" Aaron cried out as he felt himself get impaled by Davis' pork spear. As always, the initial entry gave a spike of unusual discomfort but this was very quickly replaced by a feeling of fullness, oneness and satisfaction as the skillful teen topped his friend with the mastery of one born to the role. Davis honestly enjoyed bottoming too, especially when Gene gave it to him in those amazing long strokes, but with Aaron they had found they enjoyed it best when Davis pitched while Aaron opened his legs to play wide receiver.

The boys rutted enjoyably for several dozen strokes until they settled into a medium-paced rhythm that kept them both on edge without bringing them over. As they entered into a dreamy mental state, born of their bodies now being so in sync, they started paying more attention to the camera- which had been recording every sizzling moment.

"Oh Davie... Davie...," moaned Aaron as he made eye contact with the camera, his facial expression lewd and unabashed.

"You want to tell Gene how much you like taking my cock? Tell him Aaron, tell him how you are feeling now." Davis egged his friend on with his own dirty talk, even as he felt his own prick swell as he himself got into the excitement of `doing it' for the camera.

"Oh Gene... Gene... ever since that day, when you saw me cumming in the music room... I couldn't get it out of my head."

"Couldn't get what out of your head you sick sick boy?" Davis' tone was accusatory, but his expression playful.

"I liked it, I loved it... you watching me cum. I was helpless, Davis controlled me, it was so... fucking... Fucking... Hotttttttttttt." Aaron started jerking his own cock with his hand, making wet sounds as he glided his fingers up and down the well lubed organ. "Oh, Gene... if only this was your hand wanking me now... your hand... your lips to lick my cockhead, your tongue, your mouth... I want to cum in your mouth..."

"You gonna cum for him, baby? Tell him how much you want it, show him... show me."

Aaron was already on the home stretch, afterburners at full, hurtling him toward the checkered flag. He yelped and bucked as he started spurting, rapid fire volleys of cum spraying out of his piss slit to coat his chest, abs, cock and balls with a milky hot coating of his teenage spunk. And all the while, the camera kept rolling, capturing every glorious moment for posterity. Davis wasn't far behind his friend. He pulled out of Aaron's ass and jerked himself to completion, his curved schlong spraying forward as he doused the computer keyboard, screen and desk with his Grade AA boy butter. The smell of lube, sweat, cum and boy was now everywhere, and the boys half sat, half slumped into a soppy heap together on the recliner. They stayed that way for about a minute, just breathing and coming back down to earth. Then, in the way boys and men are after a good cum, they got up and went for the tissues, wiping themselves down with a detached professionalism that would not have been out of place on the set of a bad porn flick after a long day of re-takes. Except that this was no porn flick. The boys came back to sit side by side in front of the camera, zooming in to let their cheeky cherubic faces take up almost the entire frame.

"We hope you enjoyed that, Gene," said Davis first as he made kissy lips through his trademark impish smile.

"You were sleeping and we didn't want to wake you, but we'll make it up to you next time, I guarantee it." Aaron then noticed from his image on the screen that he still had a glob of his own cum over his nose and cheek. Gathering it up with a finger, he ate it in front of the camera, making a show of lapping up every last drop before licking his lips and making a satisfied `mmm' to the camera. "There's more where that came from, and I can't wait for when I get to fuck you in the face and have you take alllllllll my cum in your mouth."

The camera image and sound then shook slightly as Davis reached over and turned the camera so that it only showed him.

"Remember, dickwad, that I love you, and no matter how much you fuck this little fucker here, it ain't going to change that. After all," said Davis as he panned the camera back to Aaron showing the teen's athletic body, naked and still glistening in sex sweat, "I did say we could share him."

 

Gene exhaled sharply as he felt his orgasm subside. The video of Davis and Aaron faded to black as Davis made a final kissy face at the camera before the clip ended and reverted to a windowed view, superimposed over his main desktop screen. Gene's t-shirt was covered in cum, most of it having overshot the wad of tissue he had placed at the base of his cock to catch his ejaculate. In the months since Davis had come into his life, Gene had not indulged in solo masturbation nearly as often as he had used to, and for good reason. The boy was as addictive as he was insatiable. This weekend, though, Davis was away with Aaron and his family on a ski vacation. It was now coming to three years since Gene had become Davis' guardian and the frisky little fourteen year old would be turning seventeen and a half in less than a month.

It won't be too long before he's all grown up and leaves home, whether for college, work or just another man, Gene thought to himself. While Davis still regularly kept in close touch with his real mum and dad, who had gotten divorced that past spring after realizing that they were both happier off on their own, he had insisted on continuing to live with Gene and finishing high school in Stork Ridge. The fact that he and Aaron had become as close as real brothers was also a major factor.

Gene often wondered at the odd relationship he had built, or allowed to occur, between himself and the two lads, both of whom looked more like men than boys with each passing month. Oh, they could play the submissive when they wanted to, all three of them could and had done so many times with each other, but there was no denying that an age was passing as Davis and Aaron shed the last of their puppy fat and grew into their own as sexy late teens in the prime of youth. In some ways, nothing had changed between Davis and him. They still enjoyed a very loving, if still clandestine, relationship that went far beyond the familial overtones of a guardian-ward arrangement. Owing to the business of both their schedules, they no longer made love as often as before- perhaps several times a week instead of several times a day, except on weekends when all bets were off. Still very healthy by all accounts. Yet, Gene couldn't help but feel bittersweet as he contemplated what the future held. Would they continue like this, whether openly or still in private, living together no longer as arranged family but as chosen, even legal, family? Or would Davis, like so many young gay men, grow tired and restless of the domestic life? Would he decide that Gene was now `too old' and himself `too young to be tied down', dropping their onetime inseparable union for something different, newer, fresher, or even younger? And then there was Aaron.

Aaron's friendship with Davis, if anything, had solidified his father's initial impressions of his son from being "possibly gay" to "impossibly gay". It had been a hard thing for Aaron's parents to swallow, but after essentially imprisoning him at home over the whole summer of his high school sophomore year, they had come around to accepting that their son was still the same boy they had raised from a little tyke and that being a masculine yet studious kind of gay was not so bad in comparison to him not being a drug addict, school dropout, violent criminal or, the worst in their mind, a `YMCA gay'. Little did they know that Gene's recently finished basement now held a collection of `fur, feather, lace and leather' that the three of them put to good use when their mood fancied. Aaron(Sr) and Molly Brown had also come to accept Davis as part of their extended family, even going so far as to let them go on `gaycations' together, under Gene's supposedly watchful eye. One night at the pub just a few weeks earlier, Aaron's father had again imbibed a little too much, too quickly, and had broken down into a talkative mess. He would not stop apologizing profusely to Gene that his son had "turned Davis gay" and that "the boys were both going to go to hell together, fucking each other with a smile right in front of Saint Peter as he read off their long list of cardinal sins." That none of the adults in town had even expressed passing suspicions about Gene's own sexuality and inclinations was, in of itself, both suspicious and miraculous. For the most part, they accepted his (true) story that he had had a girlfriend who dumped him when he took the job at Clement Woods Middle School, not wanting to give up her big city lifestyle for the rustic charms of small town America. Then, once Davis came into the picture, the trials and tribulations of raising a teenager left little room for outside romance. In all, he was seen with a mixture of sympathetic admiration and poorly disguised relief, that "thank God I didn't get stuck teaching middle school in a small town with nary but a gay adopted son to raise for all my troubles." Ohhhhh, if only they knew the truth. Gene smiled as he thought of Davis. His Davis. Beautiful, caring, smart and one heck of a nuclear bomb in the sack. That part's your fault, Tanner. You are the one who taught him the long stroke and the lip nibble.

A buzzing from his phone snapped him out of his reverie and announced the receipt of a text. It was from Davis and was almost fifteen minutes old, having arrived unnoticed while Gene was appreciating the boys' videography skills earlier.

Had a great day again. Fresh powder on the slopes made it AWESOME!
Aaron says hi. Says he wants to use the sling next time we have time. I told him that he would have to earn that reward. Miss you, wish you were here, but I know you have stuff to do, Mr Head of Department. I love you, don't you ever forget it. Xoxo

Even the way he wrote his texts spoke to how much Davis had grown up in the few years since they had come into each other's lives. Largely gone were the constant short forms and expletives, replaced by actual grammar that (for the most part) conveyed an eloquent maturity in Davis' affectionate love notes. Even his audacity in mentioning Aaron's wanting to use `the sling' so openly spoke to his confidence and security in his own sexuality as well as their relationship, both his and Gene's as well as his and Aaron's.

Gene fiddled absent-mindedly with the misanga on his ankle. It was a tri-braid, comprising grey, green and brown; the colours of their eyes. On Aaron's 16th birthday, Davis had presented them both with the idea of making and exchanging the handcrafted talismans as tokens of their bond. The enterprising waif had even pre-prepared the materials. While not quite like a wedding ring or any statement of sacrosanct exclusivity, they had come to represent in tangible form the chosen family that Gene, Aaron and Davis had become. Gene called to mind many fond memories of toes twiddling each other's friendship bands while the three squeezed on the increasingly inadequate two-seater couch, binge watching Netflix on a cold winter's night. There were also plenty of vivid images of a misanga jiggling up and down as its owner's writhing ankle was held firmly by a wrist, toes on the foot curling in ecstasy. In the service of discretion, wearing them on the ankles ensured that they would be invisible to anyone who did not see them barefoot. One would then have to both notice and carefully compare all three of theirs to catch their similarity, let alone grasp the hint at any specific meaning beyond being fashionable in the 21st century.

Catching himself daydreaming again, Gene typed out a quick reply.

Good to hear from you too, Dav. I miss you too but I know you are having a good time. Be safe out there, and tell Aaron he had better look after your sorry ass when you guys are out in the cold. See you when you get back, G.

Gene knew that, unless snowballs didn't melt in hell, the boys would need no encouragement from anyone to keep close watch on each other's backs, and asses. It is a beautiful thing to watch two boys who found each other like brothers from different mothers grow into that relationship over time. What had certainly started out as an ultra-fuck buddy status had evolved into a kind of soul companionship that even Gene didn't fully share in. The three were in many ways a package together, but there was also something special that existed between Aaron and Davis, just as there was also a precious uniqueness that Gene knew he shared with his ward when they were alone. Though the occasions had not been as frequent, the times when he had found himself alone with just Aaron also sometimes resulted in nakedness. At first it had been a hesitant, `afraid we would get caught' kind of thing, that had wracked the both of them with debilitating afterthoughts of guilt and shame. Then, as Davis made it abundantly clear that he actively expected the two to `look after' each other properly `despite his absence in unavoidable and unfortunate circumstances', it had grown to be just as passionate, fun-filled, and companionable as the accompanying that occurred with Davis present. Gene didn't know what he had done in a past life to deserve this amazing, surreal blessing, but he gave thanks to all the higher powers out there that he could name, think of, and even fleetingly imagine, for bestowing upon him the gift of requited love in his lifetime.

 

The end

 

 

 

Author's closing note.

I'd like to thank you for accompanying me on this journey. Here are some other story ideas I have for the future, involving characters introduced in Grey and other boy colours. As always, I am open to suggestions from readers as well. In fact, the last three chapters of Grey underwent significant revision and refinement as a result of reader feedback over the iterative process.

Possible future stories in the extended continuity of Grey.

-        Davis in wonderland: Memoirs of a gap year

-        Farm to table: A country boy's guide to the metropolitan meat market

-        In a cottage all covered with ivy: Tales from an empty nest