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© Matt Caper
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Chapter 12
On May 21st, the official first day of Summer, I officially had a son. Landon was now Landon Jacob Taylor, for good and for always. He was seventeen and I was twenty, but we were the happiest father and son in the world that day. We celebrated in my parents' house and, of course, invited everyone we knew.
"Does this mean I get two birthdays a year from now on?" he asked with a cheeky grin.
"Yes," I answered. "But on this one, you have to buy presents for everyone else every year."
"That's a shitty rule!"
"Not for the rest of us," I grinned back. I whacked him on the ass as he walked away, pretending to be offended.
Landon and Noah were both growing tremendously. I thought Landon had finished growing already, but nature proved me wrong. He easily surpassed me in height and continued to fill out those muscles. People stared at him a lot. I was impressed with Noah for not ever getting jealous. At fifteen, he wasn't yet out of his awkward stage and still scrawny as hell. Nevertheless, he and Landon still seemed perfectly happy with each other.
Nicholas, on the other hand, apparently faked me out before. I had imagined his growth spurt was due, since he turned thirteen in April. But the little bit of growing he did the previous year seemed to be all he was getting for a while. I felt bad for him, but so far his confidence didn't seem to suffer too badly. He still had an exceptional way with people that continued to develop in effectiveness. He could feel what others felt and connect with them because of it. It was amazing, really. He'd been doing it with me for over a year, and it still amazed me.
A few days after Landon became a Taylor, Jordan graduated from high school. I gathered everyone who was available, and we all attended. The noise that the lot of us made when Jordan walked across the stage to receive his diploma was nothing short of a roar! He briefly looked up toward our section of seats, grinning and blushing wildly. I only wish we'd thought to film it.
We found him afterward with Corey. I hadn't seen Corey since the Summer before, and I hugged them both. And of course, all the other boys hugged Jordan, too. It was quite a sight.
"I can't believe you all came!" Jordan exclaimed. "That means a lot to me, thanks."
"Of course we came," I said. "And we got you something." I handed him a wrapped gift. "This is from every one of us. We want you to think of us often when you're in Austin." Inside was a framed picture of me with all the boys - Landon, Noah, Nicholas, Will, Dane, TJ and Sam - that Linda Shiloh, who was a semi-professional photographer, had taken. With that was a small album with various pictures of us in different settings, different people in different photos, and the parents and grandparents that would participate.
Jordan gasped as he stared at the framed photo. "Wow," he breathed. "That is just freaking awesome."
"Just don't hide it in a drawer, okay?"
"No way, man!" he responded with wide eyes. He suddenly hugged me long and tightly. "I'm gonna miss you so much," he whispered emotionally.
I returned his embrace fiercely. "Dude, don't get teary on me. This is hard enough as it is."
He pulled away only long enough to smile and press his lips against mine. And in that moment, a flash lit up the area as someone took a picture of us. We broke apart, Jordan laughing and me looking around to see who the culprit was. Jim Shiloh stood there with a camera and a shit-eating grin. Linda stood next to him, hands wrapped in each other under her chin, as if praying.
"That was soooo sweet!" she gushed, then gasped. "Let's do a kissing set next with the boys! Wouldn't that be fun?!"
I was grateful she and Jim had relieved the pressure of the moment, for it made saying goodbye to Jordan just a tad easier. We'd see him maybe once more before he left for tennis camp in Austin. And then maybe not again until Christmas. Ultimately, however, I was glad we were parting as friends.
I was also grateful that my school year was over. My grades were still good at the end; I was going to be pissed if they weren't! I'd worked my ass off that year, what with all my responsibilities. However, it was now time to decide the next step. Not only did I need to declare a major, but I also couldn't continue at the community college, now that all my basics were complete.
"What should I major in?" I asked my mom. She and I were preparing dinner one Friday evening, and I desperately needed some sage advice. "How do I even know what I'd be good at? I thought I would know all this by now."
"You don't have to plan your whole life right now," she said wisely. "All you need is a sensible degree in something you excel at. Once you have the degree, you can choose another field to work in. You can even get another degree if you want. But having one in something - anything - will propel you to where you want to go. Take me, for example. I have an accounting degree, but it's not what I do at the school. But having a degree helped me get the job."
I nodded, pondering her words. "What do you think about online classes? Do they have the same merit as on-campus?"
"Depends. As long as you use an accredited university. I've been thinking that would be your best option. Your only other choices are to drive an hour one way every night or move to a college town. Driving would be costly and take you away from the kids even more. And I don't think you should move until you're completely done with school."
"Oh? Why is that? 'Cause you would miss me?" I grinned.
She peered down her nose at me, which was quite a feat since I was taller. "I don't want you to incur more living costs than necessary. Your father and I have managed to rebuild a small savings, thanks to our jobs up here. And as long as we can afford this house, we think you should continue to live in the guest house until you have a salary that can buy you something better."
"I really thought Dad would ask me to pay rent on it."
"Perhaps he would have, but his wife persuaded him differently." She had the faintest hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I wasn't sure at first, but you're the most important thing in those boys' lives. I'm very proud of how you've taken care of them. So is your dad, even though he might not say so. Also, your grades are much better than they were in high school. You're applying yourself and being responsible. I think you deserve a rent-free house."
I felt about ten feet tall. As great as my desire had always been to please my parents, this was the greatest reward I could receive just then. "Well, tell his wife I am thankful. I don't take it for granted." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and said nothing more about it.
So after some checking around, I decided online classes would be the direction I took. The boys were more excited than I was, I think. They had never particularly liked being left alone all day and all evening, too. That part was an easy decision. If only I could determine a major.
Something else that I found myself faced with was what to do with the boys during the summer. That was something I hadn't considered until Summer was here. I didn't think they should have to continue homeschool until the Fall, but I didn't necessarily want them idle, either. Landon would have his part-time job, but the other two needed at least a project or a task. But what? Sometimes I felt very unprepared concerning my kids.
After a bit of thinking, I cornered Noah early one evening before the boys left for TJ's house for the night. "Got an idea," I began.
"Congratulations," he retorted. It seemed I was teaching them too much of my wit.
"You're a funny boy. No, I was thinking of a way you could earn some money."
Now he was interested in my idea. "How?"
"If you mowed lawns a few times a week over the Summer - even the Fall - you'd make a pretty good amount. I could help you get business, if you're interested. And maybe Pop will be gracious enough to let you use his mower."
"How much could I make?"
"I don't know what people pay around here. I'd suggest offering to mow the front and back for twenty bucks. Some might even pay more, who knows."
"Cool! Then I'd have a job like Landon."
"Exactly. And it'll give you something useful to do for the Summer."
I hadn't yet come up with an idea for Nicholas, but I also wasn't as worried about him being idle. He delighted in helping me prepare dinners and clean up, and he generally liked to serve people. I wanted to stimulate his mind more than anything else. As intuitive as he was, he could match it with some intelligence and skillful thinking and conquer the world.
As for me, I was determined to get back in the habit of swimming exercises. I had seriously neglected that when I had my head buried in textbooks all the dang time. And apart from the exercise, I needed the time to myself for thinking and relaxing. I discovered I was more likely to be irritable when I didn't take time for myself every now and then.
By the beginning of June, I was spending at least an hour after work to swim. Sometimes the kids joined me, but they were already busy following their own work schedules, so it was usually just me. On Friday, the first of June, I planned to take as long as I wanted after work. All the boys were staying at Dane's that night, and I was in need of some regeneration; just a little "me" time to recharge my energy. I zipped through the shower and hurried toward the pool. I even had a new red speedo to show off. Not that anyone was looking, but it felt good to wear nonetheless. As soon as I entered the pool area, enveloped by intense chlorine vapors, I noticed the "new" face in the lifeguard seat.
"Ryan!" I called happily.
He turned toward me, grinned, and jumped out of the seat. When he approached, he grabbed me, swung me around, and issued a nearly fatal bear hug. "Grey Taylor! Man, are you a sight for sore eyes! How the hell are ya?!"
Once I regained oxygen in my lungs, I drank in the sight of him as well. "All right. You're looking good, too! College hasn't made you fat or anything!"
"Thank God, too. All I do is sit on my ass and study while stuffing my face with pizza."
"Nice. Hope you're grades are good, at least."
"Yeah, man. They're real good. I decided to major in Computer Science, so I'm excited. How 'bout you? Whatchoo gonna go into?"
I rolled my eyes as we both took a seat. "Got me. I still haven't decided. But I still got time, right?"
"Sure, man. Lots of time. Hey, maybe you can do some modeling like me. I've been doing it on the side. Not bad money, either."
"Wow! That's cool. What kind of modeling?"
"Mostly catalog ads right now for different kinds of clothes. Even underwear. That's my favorite."
I laughed. "I should've known."
"Hey, I'm hoping to be a CK model or Abercrombie, you know? That's the big time right there!"
"Yeah, but what about Computer Science? That's a different world from modeling."
"Dude," he said, leaning close to me. "I'll get my degree. But if someone wants to give me dough and kiss my ass so I will take photos in my underwear? I'm totally for it. I'll get a real job when I'm not young and pretty anymore."
I chuckled, shaking my head in amusement. "Well, if I looked like you, I'd probably do the same thing."
"Shit, Taylor, look at you in that speedo. Most men would give their left nut to look that good. And I bet all the girls here get wet just looking at you. And I don't mean by the pool water."
I guffawed, causing several heads to turn my way. "You're such a fucking liar," I pushed his shoulder. "Keep 'em coming, though. I don't wanna hear the truth."
It was his turn for eye rolling. "Whatever."
"So how's your girlfriend? Are you married yet?"
"Ha!" he snorted. "I'm through with that shit."
"Uh-oh! Why? What happened?"
"Ahhh. Well..." he hesitated. "It seems she had a problem with the fact that I suck dick."
I cracked up laughing, not loud this time, but hard. I couldn't help it. "Yeah," I managed, gasping for air. "I saw that coming a mile away."
"Fuck you," he said in mock contempt.
"Only if I can fuck you back."
His face broke from its scowl to a wide grin. "Now you're talking! No sweetheart at home, eh?"
I resumed my calm demeanor and shook my head. "There was almost someone after Jordan, but he left. I don't even know where he is right now."
"That sucks. But so do I," he winked.
"Stop, Ry. Don't turn me on while I'm wearing a speedo."
Of course, knowing he was turning me on provoked him even more. "Awesome! Let's see you make a red tent."
"Fucking stop!" I ordered.
"Are you seriously interested, or are you just teasing me? It's not nice to tease."
I didn't reply immediately, as I considered the possibilities. "Why the hell not? We're both single, right?"
"And horny," he added. "I haven't had any in two months!"
"I haven't had any since Jordan and I broke up!"
"Da-amn," he drawled. "That's harsh."
"Tell me about it."
"What are you doing tonight?"
My eyes lit up. "Holy shit! The boys are all spending the night elsewhere tonight. I have the whole night to myself!"
"Hot damn!" he cried.
"You wanna come over? You gotta see the place we built after the tornado."
"Seriously? That would be suh-weet! You know how long I've waited to tap that ass?"
I stood up so he could have a clear view of that ass. "I'll let you tap it," I agreed. "As long as I can have yours next time."
I thought he was going to explode with ecstasy right then and there. "So there's gonna be a next time?!"
"I guess it depends on how tonight goes."
"Dude, I'm gonna rock your world tonight."
"I'm gonna swim a while. Just come over when you're ready." With a smile, I bent over, pretending to stretch. I delighted in watching him squirm in his chair. I had to soon get in the water, though, before I really did create a big red tent. I was definitely on cloud nine, thinking about our plans for later.
I lost myself in the rhythm of swimming strokes for a while, paying attention to nothing else. My countenance was lifted considerably when I emerged at last and headed for the locker room. My head was clear, my chest was eased of worry, and the tone of my body seemed to tighten and glow. All was well in my world.
As I passed the lifeguard stand, I licked my lips seductively and smiled, walking on by. I wanted him to be in torture for the next hour or so he was on duty. I was out of the shower quickly and headed home, for I wanted everything to be perfect before he arrived.
I had planned to make us dinner, only I realized I was starving when I got home. I sent him a text: Eat before you come over. I'll provide dessert. Double entendre, of course. Then as an afterthought, I sent another: Bring toothbrush and clothes if you wanna stay all night.
A minute later, I heard back from him: I nevr thot id get the chance 2 b w u. Cant w8. C u @ 7.
That gave me time to eat and do a little cleaning of the place. As 7:00 grew near, I reclined in the livingroom to await his appearance. I wore basketball shorts and a tee - nothing with buttons or zippers or snaps. All the easier to get out of. I didn't even wear shoes. Apparently, I was a lot hornier than I'd realized.
My doorbell finally rang at a quarter after. I answered the door with an attitude. "It is about damn time! I nearly gave up on you."
Ryan eyed me with desire and amusement. "No you didn't." He pushed me, causing me to stumble backward, and came on in, shutting the door behind him. "You want a piece of this too bad." He yanked off his t-shirt and dropped it on the floor, advancing on me. I gasped as my palms connected with his bare chest. I didn't even have a chance to respond with my own retort. He immediately attacked my lips with his and grabbed my ass with both hands.
I melted into him completely, and my body reacted appropriately. I moaned and kissed him with abandon. No, this wasn't love, but it was as close as I could get right now. And it felt amazing. My fingers slid downward, slow and teasing, dancing lightly over his belly for a moment. Then because I couldn't refrain any longer, I reached down and cupped his crotch, easily discovering a heavy bulge. I snapped the shorts button apart, unzipped, and let the shorts fall to the ground. He whimpered as I freed his raging hard-on by pushing his underwear down to join his shorts.
Our mouths broke apart, both of us panting. He stepped out of his clothes and swiftly yanked all of mine off, too. "I promised to suck your awesome tool, remember?" he said in a sultry voice. "That day in the equipment closet? Let me make good on that promise." He leaned in and started with my neck, sucking and licking expertly.
"Oh Ry, that feels good," I breathed. Pants and moans from my throat gradually increased as he sank lower and flicked his tongue over my nipples. He didn't stay there long, though, and dragged his tongue all the way down my torso, to underneath my balls. Instinctively I spread my legs to allow him better access. "Shit, you're good."
"You ain't seen nothin' yet," he murmured, and slid his lips over the head of my cock. My entire body shivered and jerked.
"Oh gaaaawwwwwd," I moaned. He drew the whole thing down his throat and sucked like very few could. My knees were weak as I stood there in the entry way, threading my fingers through his curly, incredibly soft hair. I moaned and gasped repeatedly while his tongue and lips seemed to fire up every nerve in my body.
I was amazed at my stamina, considering how long it had been since I'd had any sexual interaction with someone besides myself. Ryan sucked a long while and never seemed to get tired. Nevertheless, I did have a limit. "You better slow down," I said finally. "We don't want to end it too soon."
Slowly he withdrew from my cock, looked up at me and grinned. He continued to lick it like a lollipop, causing my shaft to jump with excitement. "I knew you'd like it," he boasted. Standing, he kept his eyes on me while moving around me and walking backward toward the couch, urging me with his eyes to follow. Instead of rounding the sofa to sit down, he leaned against the back of it, which faced the front door and kitchen. "I got some candy for you, little boy. Come taste."
I licked my lips and went to him and down on my knees. "Yes, please," I whispered and began to minister to him the same as he had to me.
"Oh yeah, Grey," he rasped, even as I'd barely started. "Lick those balls. Yeah, just like that. Mmm baby." I hadn't ever realized it before, but hearing him talk dirty and urge me on actually turned me on even more. Knowing he was experiencing pleasure as a result of my skilled actions was a complete adrenaline rush. Goose bumps rose all over my body as he grabbed my head and growled out words.
"Shit. Oh fuck," he continued as I sucked the best I could. "Suck that dick, Taylor. That feels so fucking awesome." I was starting to gag a little, as he was basically fucking my mouth. The thrusts got more intense the harder I sucked.
My mind was completely on pleasing him and trying to keep up with his rapid movements. My body was aching for more contact, more sensations. Everything Ryan said and did thrilled me and made me want more. I was already wondering if we might have a second go that night.
So focused was I on the cock being rammed down my throat, the taste of salty pre-cum and the strong words being uttered by Ryan, I paid no attention to the sounds behind me. Until someone spoke. "Whoa! Oh wow!"
It was like an explosion blew the two of us apart, the way we started and fell away from each other. I struggled to stand and found myself facing two boys gawking at the scene before them. Nicholas and TJ were frozen and wide-eyed, staring shamelessly at our naked and aroused bodies.
"Fuck!" I cursed and frantically searched for my clothes; underwear at the very least. And of course they were crumpled up on the floor. At Nicholas's feet. I pointed at them. "Do you mind?"
He didn't move, though. He was too busy staring back and forth between Ryan and me. I growled out a sigh, noticing that both boys' packages were bulging.
Ryan, who was as calm as I was panicked, leaned against the back of the couch, exhibiting everything he had. "Hey boys," he drawled. "What's up?" His double entendre was not lost on me.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded.
Nicholas tried to speak, while TJ stared openly at our bodies. "Um. Landon brought us over so, um, we could, um... So we could get some money to, um, rent some movies."
"Well, hurry up and get it. I'm sort of busy, as you may have noticed." Nicholas nodded and ran down the hallway.
"Can we stay and watch?" TJ asked, unabashedly fondling himself.
"No," I snapped. "Your mom would kill me if she knew you'd seen this much."
"You're hot," he told Ryan. "What's your name?"
"Ryan Jennings. What's yours?"
"TJ Mason. Are you Grey's new boyfriend?"
"Nope," said Ryan. "We're just friends."
"And fuck buddies?"
"And fuck buddies," Ryan confirmed with a grin.
"How old you are you?"
"Twenty. You?"
"Fourteen."
"Are you Nicholas's boyfriend?"
"Nope. We're best friends. My boyfriend is Sam. He's sixteen. He's waiting in the car with Landon and Noah."
Nicholas reappeared, blushing uncontrollably. "Sorry we barged in. I never thought... Sorry."
"Nothing I can do about it now," I sighed. "Besides, it's not your fault. You live here, too."
"Let's go, TJ." He pulled TJ toward the door, trampling our clothes in the process, and glancing one last time toward my bouncing cock. TJ waved and also got one last eyeful of our flesh.
I rounded on Ryan when they were gone. "We could've covered up, you know."
He shrugged. "Why? They'd already seen it. It was too late to hide it."
I sighed heavily. "It wouldn't have been so bad if it had been the older kids. It just had to be the two youngest."
"Don't beat yourself up about it. You know what would make the situation better?"
"What?"
"My tongue in your ass. Bend over the couch."
I rolled my eyes but grinned nonetheless. I followed Ryan a few steps, until he stopped and bent me over the arm of the couch. Soon I was moaning again as he lubricated my hole for bigger things to come. After only a couple of minutes, I was very eager to speed things up. "Why don't you just get the lube and condoms and get on with it?"
He chuckled and stood up. "So what are you saying, Taylor? Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me, Jennings. Fuck me hard. I want your cock inside me."
He was panting, obviously highly aroused by my own dirty talk. "Fuck yeah. Let's do this."
I ran to my bedroom - I thought we would make it that far before now - and swiped what I needed off my dresser. But before I could return, Ryan joined me there. I tossed him the lube and ripped open a condom package. Carefully I slipped it on for him, as he moaned and growled with pleasure.
"Bend over the bed," he ordered, while he lubed himself up. I did as I was told. About ten seconds later, he was pushing inside me.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck yeah," I grunted.
"Yeah, talk dirty to me," he rasped. "Tell me how you want it."
"Fuck me, dammit. Ram my ass hard." He did, too. From the beginning I was literally hollering. He thrust into me with all his strength at once. I swear he fucked me nonstop for at least ten minutes, which must've taken a lot of strength and stamina. I grabbed fistfuls of bedspread as he rammed me into oblivion, slapping my ass cheeks every so often, which added that much more intense pain, which translated to much more pleasure.
Finally he announced he was going to come. If possible, he thrust even harder into me in those last few moments. He screamed and his body jerked, until he collapsed on his back, onto the bed.
"Cum on me, Grey," he panted. "Come in my mouth."
I crawled over him and stuck my cock in his mouth; it was my turn to thrust. It only took about a minute before I was boiling over. "Here it comes. Ohhh FUCK!" It was powerful. I shot down his throat and whimpered like a dog, until I, too, collapsed beside him on the bed.
"Ho. Ly. Shit," he muttered. "That was worth the fucking wait." I was still panting too hard to reply. "I knew you'd be good, but damn."
I turned my head toward him and grinned. After a couple of minutes, I was finally able to breathe again. "I won't say no to a quickie when we're on break, too. No threesomes, though."
"You won't get mad if I fuck around with Corey, though, will ya? Or whoever?"
"Nah. I have no delusions of love this time. Corey's a cutie, have fun."
"Awesome. But I'll seriously be happy if I can have you some more this summer."
"After that?" I said. "You can have me all you want." He happily rolled on top of me, and we made out passionately. I could taste my own cum in his mouth. "Did you decide if you're gonna stay the whole night?" I asked when we broke apart.
"Yeah, man. I got extra clothes and stuff in my car. I was looking forward to hanging out, as much as I was the sex."
"Yeah, right," I joked. "You're just hoping for more fucking later."
"Am I gonna get it?"
"Probably," I laughed. He did get it, too. I got my turn at fucking him later that night, and we blew each other in the morning. I was completely spent after all of that.
He left mid-morning, and for a while I practically glowed. I'd had great sex and had gotten to snuggle with him all night long. I felt like telling someone about it, except all the boys would already know by now. And no one else would care to hear about it.
As the day wore on and I ran errands, I kept replaying the night and morning's events in my head. And I realized, after a while, that it was only making me depressed. That confused me at first. But as I'd learned how to before, I struggled to find the cause of those feelings. And what I found was I was still thinking of Pete. Ryan was really great, but he wasn't going to be there tonight. I couldn't text him with an I love you. I couldn't snuggle with him while watching a movie and have it mean something deeper than a friendly snuggle.
"Fuck dammit," I muttered as I arrived back at the house. I'd just been grocery shopping. The last thing I'd expected to feel was depressed. It actually irritated me. Was it too much to ask for sex and love? "Well," I said out loud to myself. "If you can't get loved, get laid, right?" With a sigh I began putting away the groceries.
When it got dark and I still hadn't heard from the boys, I figured they were staying another night at Dane's. It was just as well; I wouldn't be great company, anyway. I ate a sandwich, undressed, turned off all the lights, and stationed myself in my recliner with a movie, hardly even moving for the next couple of hours.
I'm not even sure when the movie ended or what happened in the final minutes. I wasn't aware of anything at all, actually. I only realized I had been sleeping when I awoke to something or someone putting weight on my body. I started, feeling a little panicked, especially because I couldn't see any of my surroundings.
"Hi," said a soft voice. I immediately recognized it as Nicholas'.
"Fuck, you scared me," I growled sleepily.
"Sorry." He spread his body on top of mine and hugged me. I hugged him in return.
"Are you okay? Did y'all come home?"
"Only I did," he whispered. "Landon didn't want to, but he brought me home. I wanted to be here tonight."
"Did something happen?" I asked, concerned.
"No. But I didn't want to sleep alone while they all had a boyfriend to sleep with. I was hoping Ryan wasn't around tonight."
"He went home this morning. Sorry about yesterday. I'm guessing you told all the others what happened?"
"Yeah. We're all glad you finally got some. Landon said you needed it," he stated casually.
I chuckled. "Yeah, I guess I did. But to be honest, I'm still lonely. Sex isn't as good when you're not in love with the person."
"Then it's a good thing I'm here to keep you company, huh?"
"Yeah, Nicky. It sure is." I kissed the top of his head. "Thank you."
We went straight to bed, and oddly enough I felt pretty content snuggled up with Nicholas. It wasn't quite the same as a lover, but I was taking my own advice and being thankful for what I had. Besides, I was still young. Who knew who I would meet in the future? I would just have to be patient and wait.
In the meantime, there was still Ryan. I happened to run into him near the front entrance when I went into work on Monday. We exchanged cheesy grins, and his eyes followed my ass until I was out of sight. At lunch time, I headed to the parking lot to go check on the kids. I did that on most days, even though I always packed a lunch. But Ryan hurried after me and caught me as I reached my car.
"Hey, sexy," he greeted me, pausing to catch his breath. "I'm going to lunch, too. Wanna suck each other off real quick?"
I laughed. "My god, you're a nympho!"
He actually looked quite proud of that fact. "I've been saving it up the last two days for you. Where are you going right now?"
"Home, to check on the kids."
"Mind if I come with?
"Sure, man. Hop in. I bet Nicky will even make you something for lunch."
"Awesome!" As we were driving off, he invaded my personal space with his hand on my crotch. I gasped, taken by surprise.
"Dude! I don't want to walk in with a hard-on. Wait 'til we're behind closed doors." He retracted his hand, though still quite fidgety. I glanced at him briefly, wondering. "You know... I kinda thought you'd be hittin' up Corey for some head by now."
Ryan shrugged nonchalantly. "Still got you on my mind. This weekend was seriously hot. I had no idea you'd be so...into it."
I had to smile. "I was pretty sure you'd be that good." That, of course, made him glow with pride.
When we walked in the house, Nicholas was making lunch for the three of them. Damn, but I was proud of that kid. When he looked up and saw Ryan, he blushed immensely. "Hi Ryan," he said, averting his gaze.
"Hey sport." Ryan went to him and mussed his hair. "Seen any hot guys fucking lately?"
"Ryan!" I chided. Nicholas ducked his head to hide his crimson cheeks.
"Sorry," Ryan chuckled. "Hey, got enough chow there for me?"
Back in his element, Nicholas looked up again and nodded eagerly. "Sure! I'll make extra corn dogs. And there's lots of macaroni and cheese. Don't got any vegetables, though."
"I'll live without the vegetables. Thanks, man. Me and Grey are gonna do some quick BJs, so you should probably avoid the bedroom."
"BJs?" asked Nicholas.
"Blow jobs." Ryan made a sucking gesture, and Nicholas giggled.
"Ryan, do you have any couth whatsoever?" I asked, pushing him toward the hallway. "Sorry, Nicky. We'll come out in a few."
Landon came out of his bedroom as we were moving through the hallway. "Ryan!" He promptly urged Noah out as well and greeted Ryan with grasping hands and a quick hug, then Noah did the same.
"Hiya, boys! You're lookin' good! How's life treating you?"
"Awesome," Landon replied. "I'm a Taylor now."
Ryan's brow furrowed. "How do you mean?"
Landon gasped. "Grey didn't tell you? He adopted me! I'm legally his son!"
Ryan gaped, first at Landon, then at me. "You're shittin' me! Shit, Grey! I can't believe you didn't tell me! How fuckin' sweet is that!"
"I know!" agreed Landon. "I'm probably the only person in the world who's three years younger than my dad. I love it here."
"Fuckin' A, man!" Ryan shook his head in utter disbelief. "That's just unreal. I'm glad for ya. I see you still got your cutie here."
Noah grinned. "Got that right."
I began urging Ryan forward with a small push. "Let's chat in a few, guys. We only have so long for lunch."
Ryan licked his lips. "We're having an appetizer first."
Both of the younger boys understood perfectly and grinned. "From what TJ says, we missed out on something really good," Landon smirked. "Made Sam all kinds of jealous. TJ said, and I quote, 'Ryan's so hot, his pre-cum was smokin'.' He said y'all should do a porno."
"Ha! Keep dreaming," I said, moving toward the bedroom.
"Oh my god, I've always wanted to film myself fucking another dude," Ryan confessed brightly.
"It ain't gonna be this dude," I said. "You're also not getting your cock sucked if you don't get in here right this second."
"Bye, guys," he said abruptly and joined me in the bedroom.
Over the next month, Ryan and I fooled around a lot. After that, we continued to hang out, but the sex just sort of fizzled out. I wasn't too concerned about it, but I thought it might be because he was getting bored with it. So it was a great shock when I learned he had entirely different reasons. It seems his attraction to Corey was developing into something deeper.
"I gotta tell you something," he said one day, after I'd just climbed out of the pool.
"Shoot," I said, concentrating on drying off.
"I think the unthinkable has happened. I think I've finally fallen for someone."
I brought the towel from my head and stared at him with wonder. "You're kidding. Who?"
"Corey."
I totally hadn't seen that coming. "Whoa! Are you two, like...?" I trailed off.
"We're boyfriends now."
I laughed and slapped his shoulder. "Cool, Ry!" He seemed relieved.
"You're okay with it?" he asked cautiously.
"Of course, man. I'm happy for you. I just never thought it would happen."
"Me neither! We've been hanging out more, you know. And he's just... He's sweet. And I actually like that. Except he's really kinky in bed," he smirked.
"Yeah, I don't need to know about that," I chuckled. "Congrats, man. I'd still like to hang out with y'all."
"I'm cool with that. I just didn't want you to feel like the third wheel."
"Yeah, well, I'm used to it. Nicholas and I both are third wheel certified."
"Ha! You're so cute," he smiled.