Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2022 16:08:00 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: The Hospital - Chapter Six WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between college men. If sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive or if you are under legal age, do not go any further and do not read this story. The characters are fictional and do not represent any real person, living or dead or any real events or happenings. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except to the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your support. https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is a story of a middle aged man and a teenage boy who have nasty encounter and then five years later meet again under totally different circumstances. This awakens some unfamiliar yet pleasurable feelings for both of them. This story is not just a 'we suck, we fuck, we do it again' story, although the sexual activity does increase as the story continues, but it also explores the developing relationship between the two of them and their feeling towards one another. In this chapter, Lance faces two major challenges, one professional and one in his personal life. A Visit to the Hospital Chapter Six "A Happy New Year" After having traveled for the last couple of holidays I was looking forward to spending a quiet New Year Eve with a low key celebration. Several of my old college buddies were getting together and invited me to join them. I was interested in going but didn't want to leave Lance alone. When I told him of my invitation and asked about his plans he told me he had also been invited to a party but didn't want to ask considering the way the last party ended. "You handled yourself just fine last time. Just the way I would have expected from you. Details, if you don't mind." I smiled at him. "Preston Phillips's folks are throwing a small party for him and a few of his friends from school, about ten people in all. I know most of them." "I haven't heard you mention him before. Is he a new friend?" "He is in a few of my classes, my advanced courses. I help him with his math class. He is a year ahead of me but we're in the same trig class together. Preston's family has adopted a boy that is a year younger than me whose mother had died a few years ago and recently lost his father. He is having a hard time fitting in at school. Preston says I'm easy to talk to and thought he and I might bond where we are both in the same situation." "Ok. I can give you a ride if you need it. I'll be heading out around 6:00 to meet my friends for dinner." "That would be great. You can come in and meet Preston's family when we get there." "That would be nice. I'll call my friends and set up our supper." New Year's Eve came around and Lance and I headed to Preston's home. After a pleasant conversation with Mr. and Mrs. Phillips, I headed out to my supper engagement. Before Lance could go downstairs to meet everyone, Preston pulled him aside. "Lance, I'm so glad you could come tonight. I'm hoping Brad will bond with you and come out of his slump. My dad pulled some strings and got him into the freshman class at school and he seemed happy. But after only a week he had a problem with bullying and refused to attend. He went back to public school and has been quiet and withdrawn ever since. I don't want to burden you with his problems, but I'm desperate to try and help him." "No problem Preston, I'm glad to try and help. I'll reach out to him but won't press him, just be friends with him." "Great. Let's go downstairs and meet everyone else." Preston shouted out. "Hey everyone, this is Lance!" "Ya, we all know Lance. Cool guy for an underclassman," one of the guys remarked, causing laughter around the room. "I must be cool to spend New Year's Eve hanging out with a bunch of nerdy upperclassman," Lance fired back. After some more good natured kidding, the boys broke off into two groups, one playing video games, one group playing pool. Lance went with the video game group. He had been winning game after game when Preston's brother, Brad, came down stairs. "Hey everyone, this is my brother Brad." "Adopted brother, you mean," Brad proclaimed looking at Preston with a look of disgust. He was not in a good mood for sure. "Hey, there ain't nothing wrong with being adopted," Preston's friend Jerry spoke up. "I'm adopted and glad of it," Kyle stated. "How can you be glad not to have real parents?" Brad asked. "My adopted parents are real parents. More so than the two people who brought me into this world. They didn't want me and gave me up. But my parents now chose me to be their son. Not by some accident of birth but they went through the process to make me their son for real and for ever." "Well, I suppose. But I didn't have a choice. My parents died." Brad said as his eyes got red and watery. "Lance's parents died too, Brad. And he has a new father." Preston added. "Not really a father, but a guardian. Although Chris may adopt me before I turn 18." Lance explained. "I was very fortunate to have a kind and loving man come into my life and take me as his own. You are fortunate as well, Brad. You could have ended up bouncing from foster home to foster home instead of being here with Preston's family, your family now." "Who wants to get beat at Warcraft?" Brad challenged to change the subject. "I'll take you on." "You better be prepared to loose. Preston taught me everything he knows about this game and now I beat him consistently," Brad boasted. He was right. Lance had no chance playing against him and soon gave up. Challengers were lined up to try and take him down. Lance went over to the pool table and started playing at a game he was good at. His mother had taught him at an early age. After Brad had beaten all challengers, he came over to the pool table. "Want to play a game?" Brad asked Lance. "You whooped my ass at Warcraft, but pool is my game. Now its my turn to beat you." "Preston sucks at pool and could never show me anything but he did show me the tricks to the video games. Having a big brother that was good at something is a plus I suppose. I guess I owe you a win" "Ya, you're lucky in that regard. Rack them up and I'll let you break." Brad was right again, he was lousy at pool. Lance gave him a few pointers but he still wasn't hitting the cue ball right. "Come over here and line this ball up where you want it to go. Point with your finger where you'd hit the ball with your stick if you had a straight shot." Brad lined up a shot and put his finger next to the ball where he'd hit it. "Okay, now I'm going to hold my finger where you had yours and you try and hit my finger with the cue ball. Don't look at the ball you're going to hit, look at my finger." He missed the ball and Lance's finger spot completely. Lance looked at his form and he had an odd way of holding the cue stick. "Here, let me show a better way to hold the stick." Lance positioned myself behind Brad and put his arms around him and held his hands and guided him where and how to hold the stick. "Now move the stick back and forth nice and easy, in a fluid motion. Don't jerk the stick." Brad snickered at the innuendo, totally unintentional on Lance's part. He was still holding hisBrad's hands as he started to move the stick. As he moved it back and forth he was also moving his whole body back and forth, his ass making contact with Lance's crotch every time. Lance hadn't really paid attention to Brad's physical features when we were introduced. In some ways he was your typical teenager, average height and weight, no extra body fat, unkempt hair. But he did have a cute smile that came to life when he crushed a video game opponent. Being this close to him Lance could smell the fragrance of the body wash he used, the same as I used, mixed with the natural smell of his body. That and his bumping into him with his ass had made Lance's cock start to chub up. IHedidn't want this to get embarrassing for either of them or get Brad spooked if the bumping was accidental, or lead him on if it wasn't. Lance suggested they try taking another shot at a ball as he lined it up with his finger. He shot the cue ball right at Lance's finger, moving it at the last minute. It hit the ball and sent it right into the pocket. Brad yelled out and jumped up and down. The cute smile broke out on his face again. "I finally sank one! Thanks for the tip." He took aim at the next ball and missed horribly. "Damn, the last one was a lucky shot. I still stink at this." "Pick another ball, line it up like I showed you and I'll hold my finger again." They continued to do this as Brad made shot after shot. He was so excited when he had cleared the table. Preston came in to see what all the yelling was about. He told them the food was ready and they should all head up stairs. "Lance, thanks so much for taking the time to show me that trick. I need a lot more practice to be as good as you but at least I know what I have to do now." "Glad to help. Us adoptees have to stick together, you know," Lance said smiling at Brad as they followed everyone else to eat. For the next hour or so they talked, ate and talked and ate some more. Brad made a point of sitting next to Lance. At first he had his plate balanced in his lap but after a while he picked it up and held it in his hands. He spread his legs out a little and made contact with Lance's leg next to him. He didn't pull back as Lance didn't want to make an issue of it, probably incidental touching. But Brad kept his leg there, adding a little more pressure and moving around slightly to make sure Lance knew he was there. Lance knew he must be over reacting and making more out of this than there was. But still, he had a feeling about Brad. He came out of his mood pretty quickly when they were playing videos games and pool. Was there an attraction or was Preston right. Lance is just an easy guy to be with. He got up to get a dessert as Kyle was going back for fourths, Preston asked him if he ever got anything to eat at home. "Of course, but my mother always told me it was impolite not to eat what was put in front of you. I can't help it if the table with all the food on it is in front of me." They all laughed and Mr. Phillips told Kyle he was welcome to eat as much as he wanted. "It's ironic isn't it, Preston." "What is, Kyle?" "The three of us that are adopted are the best of this whole group at one thing or another. Lance beat us all at pool, Brad skunked us all at Warcraft and I've out eaten all of you." "I guess that why your new parents chose you, they knew they were picking the best of the lot," Preston joked looking at Brad. Brad just raised his eyebrows and looked at the ceiling. "Nothing but the best, for sure," Mr. Phillips added. Mrs. Phillips called us all into the den to watch the ball drop at midnight. About a half an hour later parents started showing up to pick up their boys. I came to the door to get Lance and thanked Mr. and Mrs. Phillips for hosting the party. "It was our pleasure. They were all on their best behavior and are welcome back any time." Lance said his thank you's and was ready to leave when Brad pulled him to one side. "Lance, I want to thank you for the best time I've had in a long time. You actually made me feel good about myself for a change." "As well you should. You're a pretty cool guy and I'm glad we got to be friends." "Friends? You mean it, we're really friends?" "Of course. I had a great time to night and I hope I get to hang out with you again." Brad was grinning like a Cheshire cat when Lance left. I asked me how it went with Brad and the rest of the guys. Lance told him about the evening and I was glad it all worked out so well. "I didn't want to say anything but I was concerned Preston might have just invited you to be with Brad and not with the rest of the guys." "No, Preston isn't like that. He's honest and has no ulterior motives to anything he does. I'm glad Brad had such a good time. We'll probably hang out together again in the near future." "Great. Feel free to invite him to the house if you want. I'd enjoy the sounds of youthful commotion in the house." Lance cautioned about what I was wishing for. School started back up and Preston and Lance met after math class to talk about Brad. "Brad had such a great time at the party playing pool with you. The two of you really seemed to hit it off. You were all he could talk about the next day. He wanted me to invite you over again soon." "I'm glad to hear that. But you don't have to invite me to your house. Brad can invite me or I can invite him to come to my house. I enjoyed his company and told him we should hang out sometime." "He'd really like that. Maybe you can find out why he left the here so abruptly and went back to public school." "Only if he wants to tell me, I don't want to pry." "Understood." After the holidays were behind us we had a lot of catching up to do with the foundation requests, both his and mine. One that we both received was from some skate board outfit who promoted Tony Hawk. He was introducing a brand new skateboard design. The engineer who worked with him on developing the board was born right here in the city so a big extravaganza was going to be held here. There were looking for sponsors for the event. "Here's an interesting one," Lance commented as he read the Hawk request. "I saw that but rejected it immediately. It's strictly a commercial event with no benefit to the any one other than this Hawk character. I'm sure he can afford to promote it himself." "Maybe with a different twist it might be something to be involved with. I want to think about it. Skateboarding is really popular with the younger crowd today. Even Brad is into it in a big way I found out." "Sure, whatever you want. Just don't get sucked in by the celebrity attraction." "I'll let you know what I'm thinking once I put some thought into it." Typical of Lance, he put more than thought into his idea. Three weeks later he came back to me with his plan. "Here's what I'd like to propose to Tony Hawk and to my foundation. We get the city to donate some inner city land and the Hawk company and the foundation go 50/50 building a skateboard park. The grand opening will coincide with his introduction of his new board. He will give away fifty of the boards as a promotion and raffle off a four hour private training session with him personally. It's a win/win for everyone. What do you think?" "I think it's a great idea. But there a lot of pieces that have to fall in place for it to happen. I don't think it's feasible." "I've spoken to the mayor about the abandon piece of land on Benson St where the industrial building burned a few years back. The city has taken it for back taxes and would transfer the land to a trust set up by the foundation for the skateboard park. It's on the border of the industrial section of the city so neighbors won't be a concern but close enough to the residential area so the kids can get there on foot. We just need a zoning variance to locate there. The mayor said he'd help get that through the city council. I have a proposed budget for the project, including the land costs and construction costs, I'd like you to take a look at. This is only a rough draft so I'd appreciate any input you have." I was awestruck! I know I shouldn't be by now having dealt with Lance's attention to detail and thinking outside the box. He had a ten page proposal covering every aspect of his plan. The initial request from the Hawk group just basically said, "We want your money". I kept shaking my head in approval as I continued to read through it. "A very thorough rough draft indeed. But what do the Hawk people think about this?" "I haven't approached them yet, I wanted to know what you thought." "It answers your mother's two most important questions. Who will benefit? The children in the neighborhood. How many will benefit? Every kid living in the area who is into skateboarding. You've done your homework on this so let's see what the board thinks and if they approve you can get in contact the Hawk people and see what they say." "Actually I've already talked with Paul Richards and he thinks it's a great idea. He will lobby for me at the next board meeting this week. I put the Hawk people on notice that we are contemplating their request but nothing is decided yet." "Moving along pretty quickly, aren't you?" "The Hawk people are planning to unveil the new model this summer and there is a lot of work to be done between now and then to make this happen if everyone is on board." Again, Lance had thought this through from conception to the clean up after the event and everything in between. When we attended the board meeting I just sat back and let Lance give his presentation. One of the board members started to ask me a question but I politely referred him to Lance. "Of course, Mr. Gates. I should have known better. No offence Lance. I'm just not used to dealing with such mature young men." And he got the answer that satisfied his concerns. The board voted unanimously to get behind Lance's project. Now to convince the Hawk group. When we arrived home after the board meeting, Lance showed me a copy of an email he wanted to send to the Hawk Group. It read, "Gentleman, the Winthrop Foundation has considered your request for funding for your new product introduction event in our city. After careful consideration we would like to make a counter proposal for a larger and more involved venue that would not only generate significantly more publicity but also corporate good will for your company and for Mr. Hawk. Please respond if you are interested and we can discuss preliminary plans." He signed it: Lance Winthrop, Trustee for the Winthrop Foundation. "So what do you think, Chris? Think I'll get a response?" "I think you expressed the just the right words to hook them if they are serious about the promotion and not just looking for a handout." The next morning I got a call from the Foundation Chairman, Paul Richards, informing me than Tony Hawk himself had reached out to him to discuss our idea. I hope I wasn't out of line but I gave him Lance's cell phone number for him to contact Lance directly. He sounded very interested." "Thank you, Paul, that's exactly how I would have handled it. It's Lance's idea and he should be the one handling it." Lance came busting through the front door right after school. "Chris! Tony Hawk himself called my cell phone to discuss our idea. I told him I was tied up for most of the day but would call him back at 3:00. Holy shit! Tony Hawk himself! Everyone at school was buzzing about it all daylong, Tony Hawk personally calling me!" Lance called him back promptly at 3:00. He put the call on speaker and told him one of the other trustee's was on the phone. He introduced me and the conversation began. Tony Hawk was very exited about Lance's idea and wanted to meet face to face to get into the details. "Before we do that, I have the backing of the mayor on acquiring the land but we still need a zoning variance from the city council before we can move forward. There is a meeting in two weeks that I plan on attending to present my plan and see if we can win their approval." "Excellent, get back to me and let me know the outcome." Lance hung up the phone and came over and gave me a high five. "We're on our way!" "Yes we are, but don't get too excited until you have the vote from the city council. Some of the members are against anything that is not their idea." "We just need to be prepared and they will go along, I'm sure. First, do you know an architect that can do a visual rendition that we can show them? Then we need a plot plan to show the exact land area we're talking about. And a Google overhead view to put it all in perspective. Oh, yes and a street layout showing the demographics of the neighborhood and with some demarcations of distances from the park. Damn! This is going to be great!" "Yes it is, but you've bitten off a huge chunk of work for yourself. You still have your school work, your volunteer work at the hospital and of course other requests coming in to review." "And I can't ignore Brad. He's just coming out of his slump and he's probably very vulnerable right now." "Always thinking of others. That's my Brad. Let me know if there is anything I can do to help." "Glad you asked. All those things I mentioned, let me know when you have them ready for the city council meeting," Lance laughed. "If I do all that work for you, we won't have any time for sex, you realize." "Damn, you're right. So let's go do it right now before you get busy," as Lance ran towards the stairs. I followed at a more leisurely pace, getting to the bedroom as he was fully naked and laying on the bed waiting for me. I closed the door and reminded him that Mildred was still in the house so we better be quiet. Then I joined him on the bed. We embraced and our mouths came together, opening to allow each other's tongues to invade the other. We were really getting worked up, our cocks responding to what our mouths were doing. Suddenly Lance pulled back and looked at me. "We need packets to hand out as well as the visual aids for the meeting." "We're laying here naked making out and that's where you're mind is?" "Sorry, just came to me and I didn't want to loose the thought." "Well, how is this for a thought? If you can't keep you mouth on mine, then put your mouth where it can do some good. Suck me!" Lance giggled and complied. He kissed his way down my body until he was at my crotch. He took my stiff cock in his hand and gave it a few long hard strokes to get some precum to leak out. Licking it, he moaned and slid his mouth down over me. I ran my fingers through his hair, moving up and down with his motions. I was starting to thrust my hips to meet him when he pulled off and looked up at me again. "How about a scale model of the park?" "How about you tend to business down there and forget the park for now?" Lance went back to sucking my cock for a few minutes more before another idea popped into his head and he had to tell me. "Look, this blowjob interuptous is getting very frustrating. Why don't we just get dressed and go down to the office and make a list of everything we need to do before the council meeting. Where not getting anywhere here." "Chris, I'm sorry. It's just that I'm so excited and my mind is racing 90 mile an hour." "I know. So let's take care of your list and maybe later you're mouth can be racing 90 mile per hour," I smiled at him as I got up and got dressed. We made great progress on the list and who we should contact to get everything we needed. I could see I was going to be very busy for the next few weeks. Mildred came in with some sandwiches and drinks before she was leaving for the day. "Thank you, Mildred," I offered. "You didn't have to bring it in here, we could have come to the kitchen." "No, Chris, I've seen this same behavior with his father. When he got enthused over an idea he wouldn't eat or sleep or concentrate on anything until he was satisfied he had done all he could to make his plan work. I can see the same in Lance right now" She leaned over and whispered in my ear with a smirk, "And he can't concentrate in bed either." She patted my shoulder, winked at me, wished us good night and left the house. I was shocked at her candidness but chuckled to myself as I looked over at Lance with a burning desire for him. I wanted to jump over the desk and take him right here and now. But the admiration for his dedication won out. We ate the food and worked until almost midnight before we realized how late it was. The next day was a crazy day for Lance at school Everyone wanted to know about his project and if they could help. His conversations in the hallways made him late for every class Just before last period he was called into the headmaster's office. "Well young man, you've made quite a stir in school today. From what I heard it sounds like you've taken on quite a project." "Yes sir, I think it will be a big win for the community." "I'm sure it will. I just don't want it to be a big loss for Lance Winthrop." "Sir?" "You have excellent grades this semester and I don't want your grades to suffer if you can't devote the necessary effort to your school work." "No sir, that won't happen. Chris, ah, Mr. Gates and I developed a plan off attack last night with him taking on the lion's share of the leg work right now. I won't be neglecting my school work, my volunteer work or my friends. Setting priorities and balancing them will be the order of the day." "Very well, Lance, I'm sure you're capable of handling this as long as you don't let it get the better of you." As Lance left the headmaster's off he ran into Preston. "I've been looking for you, Lance. Brad heard about your skateboard park and talking with Tony Hawk. He is over the world thrilled and wanted me to invite you home today to tell him all about it. He's a big skateboard enthusiast. If you have time, that is. I can just imagine how busy you are." "Over whelmingly busy but never too busy for my friends. Especially my new friend Brad." "He'll be so glad to see you. You can ride home with me if you want." "Sure. Let me call Chris and tell him and he can pick me up in an hour or so." When they got to Preston's house he told Lance that Brad was in the basement practicing his pool shots. "Hey Brad, you down here? It's Lance." Brad came running out of the door and hugged him. "What the heck are you doing here?" he asked all excited. "I told you we could hang out sometime and Preston told me you wanted to know about my skateboard park." They sat and chatted for about a half an hour, Brad simply smiling a huge smile and letting Lance ramble on. "Enough about me, you ready for another pool lesson?" Lance asked. "Awesome. I can really use your help." Lance racked the balls and gave Brad the first shot. He barely hit any balls. "See, I need a lot of help." Lance gave him some more pointers but he still played like a one armed blind man. "Could you show me how to hold the cue stick again? Maybe that's my problem." Lance came up behind him and put his arms around him. He put my hands on Brad's as they held the cue stick. Brad let out a barely audible sigh but Lance just ignored it. They moved the stick back and forth in unison, Brad again pushing his ass against Lance's crotch. Same effect on Lance as before. Blood was rushing to his cock, going from soft and limp to firm and long. Lance moved his hips back to not make contact with Brad but he just pushed back further. They took a shot at the cue ball and it hit a ball. "Oh ya, this is what I needed. The guidance, ya know?" "Yes I think I know. Now try it on your own," as Lance backed away from him. Lance was more and more convinced that Brad was coming on to him. And he had to admit he was enjoying it. Brad's cute, got a hot body and a really nice guy. But Lance knew it could get complicated real fast if he returned his advances. As much as he might like to, Lance had to play it cool. Besides, he was already committed to Chris. They played for a while and Lance told him he had to get going but was glad he was able to make the time to see him. Brad almost begged for something to do to help the project. Lance told him he'd definitely be in touch if anything came up. Immediately regretting the way he phrased that. I picked up Lance and immediately started good-naturedly busting on him. "Fine thing! I'm busting my ass working on getting your presentation ready for the council meeting and you're off playing pool with your new boyfriend." "Hell, I'm sorry Chris. Preston hit me up out of the blue and told me how anxious Brad was to hear about the whole deal. You're right, I should have come straight home and got to work," he admitted as he dropped his head and looked at the floor. "I was just goofing on you, jerk. I'm glad you're making time for your friends, especially Brad. It sound like you've hit it off with him when no one else could." "That might be the problem, though. I think he was coming on to me again today. I asked Preston if he thought Brad was gay but he said he didn't think so. So I'm not sure if Brad is just innocently kidding around or if he is testing the waters with me to see how I react." "How do you want to react? Would you like to see where it leads?" "I honestly don't know. I like Brad and he's cute and sexy and all. But I don't want to drive him back into his depression if he is only kidding around and I come on to him. But none of that really matters anyway." "What do you mean?" "There's you and I. I don't want to cheat on you again." "Look, we've been over that. You felt guilty with Justin but you didn't feel guilty being with Adrian. I've told you you're going to meet friends your own age that you will want to be with sexually, boys or girls. That is only natural. And I don't want to stand in the way of that." "Are you saying you don't want to have me in your bed anymore?" "Hell no! What we have is great, the best thing I could ever imagine. I signed on to be your guardian and your mentor. Being your lover is a bonus I'll forever cherish and never tire of. But if you find someone to be your partner for the rest of your life, I can accept that. Just as long as you never move away and leave my life for good. As I will never leave yours." "Thanks, Chris. That makes everything as clear as mud," Lance smiled. "As it should be for any teenager," smiling back at him. The next few weeks were a whirlwind of activity. I was getting everything ready for Lance while he was putting the finishing details on his presentation, getting his school work done, going to volunteer a few afternoons a week and staying in contact with his friends, all as he had promised. But as Mildred had warned, our sex life was put on hold. Too tired at the end of the day, too many things on our minds and knowing that once the council meeting was over we'd have some personal time . . . I hope. The council meetings were held in the evenings at city hall. Lance was a bundle of nerves when he came home from school that afternoon. "Chris, do you think I can pull this off or should you do the presentation. You have more experience at these kind of things." "Whoa boy! You've smote the evil priest, you've driven the dictatorial board chairman to the unemployment line, you have the mayor eating out of the palm of your hand and you've managed to make the head of one of the cities' largest charities fall madly in love with you. The city council is the next victim to fall and then it's on to world domination!" "You're full of hot air, you know that," Lance said as he punched my arm. "I sure am. And all that hot air is going to be put to good use later tonight on your cock." Lance just smiled and walked into the office to make final preparations. When we arrived at the council chambers we saw Preston and Brad sitting in the back row. 'Moral support' they both mouthed. Lance and I took seats near the front. The meeting started and we were last on the agenda, only adding to Lance's nervousness. Finally our turn came. Lance went to the podium and I followed along to set up the graphics and hand out the packets. Our motion for a variance was read and then the council chairperson asked Lance to address the council. Lance was doing a great job, smooth, confident and concise. Most of the heads were nodding in approval as he went from point to point. He was almost done when there was a murmuring in the audience. We both turned around to see Tony Hawk and a few members of his organization at the back of the room. The chair saw who it was and asked him if he would like to address the council. He came forward and shook Lance's hand, privately addressing him. "I couldn't reach your father so I thought I come and see if I could help. I'm Tony Hawk, and you are Lance's son I presume?" Lance smiled at me and answer Tony, "No, My father passed years ago. I'm Lance, the person you have been dealing with." "A bloody teenager?? You're kidding me right?" Chris spoke up about then. "No joke. This is Lance Winthrop, the mastermind behind this whole project." The chair asked if Tony wanted to address the council. "I'm at somewhat of a loss for words, ladies and gentleman. I assumed the Lance person I was dealing with was an adult. The only thing I have to say is we solicited a donation from the Winthrop Foundation to help with a new product breakout we were planning in your fair city. By the time we were done negotiating with young Lance here he had convinced me to go in with him on a brand new skateboard park and donate some new boards and a clinic to be held by me. I only hope he can be as persuasive with your honorable body as he has been with me." "He is very impressive, isn't he?" the chairman added. "We also have a petition presented to the council with over 500 names of youth and adults living in the area in support of this project. It was submitted last week by a Mr. Brad MacKenzie. Would Mr. MacKenzie please come forward if he is present." Lance and I were shocked with our mouths hanging open. We had no idea Brad had been collecting signatures. Brad looked around and tentatively stood up and walked up to the podium and spoke to Lance. "I hope you're not mad. You never got back to me and I thought this might help convince the council" "You're fucking awesome, Brad. I had no idea. I think it will definitely help and it certainly couldn't hurt." "Are you the Brad MacKenzie who submitted this petition?" the chairperson asked. "Yes sir, I am, sir," Brad answered meekly. Tony Hawk could be heard quietly whispering to the people with him, "Another bloody teenager!" "Fellow councilors, we better be very careful. It seems the youth of this city are stepping up to the plate and doing their civic duties and then some," the chairperson cautioned with a grin. "It won't be long before they'll have our jobs and be sitting up here instead of us." "World domination next," I whispered to Lance. Lance looked and me and stifled a giggle. "Is there anyone here to speak against the petition?" the chairperson asked. "None heard, I call this hearing closed. And if none of my fellow councilors have any objections, I suggest we break protocol and take a vote right now for approval of this project for the good of the city. With a world famous celebrity here to support this and a petition with over 500 of our constituents I would offer that we vote this down at our peril. Do I hear a second to approve this?" All the councilors raised their hands to make the second and then it was unanimously approved. Cheers went up in the audience. Tony Hawk suggested we all go out and get something to eat to celebrate. Brad and Preston were going to leave and not join us as they didn't want to intrude. But Tony saw them leaving and stopped them. "Hey Brad, aren't you a member of Lance's team on this project?" "Who me? I just did the petition, that's all." "And that makes you a very valuable member of the team, right Lance?" "Of course it does! Brad, you and Preston are definitely coming with us." Lance insisted. Brad was so excited he literally dragged Preston to the door and to his car to follow us to the restaurant. We had a fine meal and some great conversations, especially Tony and Brad. I was so happy for Brad for the personal attention he was getting. As we were finishing up our evening, Brad excused himself to go take a piss while Lance was setting up an appointment with Tony to go inspect the site the next morning. Then Lance excused himself to go to the men's room. Brad was washing his hands as Lance entered. "Oh my God, Lance, I just had dinner with Tony Hawk, Tony Fucking Hawk! I can't wait to tell everyone at school tomorrow. And it's all because of you. How can I ever thank you." "I'm glad it worked out for all of us, Brad." Lance replied. Brad sprung on impulse and grabbed Lance to give him a big hug. Just before he released Lance, he turned his head to face him and kissed Lance hard and fast on the lips. Lance just stood there, taken totally by surprise. Brad jumped back in horror at what he had just done. "Oh shit! I've fucked up again! When will I ever learn? Son of a bitch! I'm so sorry, Lance. I know you hate me now" Tears started to form in Brad's eyes and before Lance could say anything, Brad ran out of the men's room crying. Lance really had to piss so he did what he came in to do and then went out to try and catch Brad to talk to him. But it was too late. Brad had ran past everyone, crying and yelling for Preston to follow him. Preston had no idea what was happening and ran after him. They got in the car and left, leaving everyone stunned. Lance came out of the men's room and when asked why Brad was so upset, he just explained that Brad was so overcome by emotion at being included in the evening and spending so much time with his hero, Tony Hawk. When Lance and I got home, Lance tried to call Brad but it went right to voice mail. He called Preston and explained what happened. "Brad was so upset he just cried all the way home and then ran up to his room and closed and locked the door. I was wondering what had him so upset. I'm sorry that happened, Lance." "I'm not. Well, not really, the kiss I mean. Brad is a cool guy and I really like him. But I think he likes me in a different way. But you've got to explain to him I'm not upset and I surely don't hate him. I still consider us friends. Can you do that for me?" "I'll try but I'm not sure he'll listen to me." "I have an idea. If it's ok, I'd like to come over right now and maybe together we can make him understand it's ok." "Sure, I'll be waiting." Lance asked me for a ride and explained to me what had happened in the men's room. "I hope for both your sakes you can work this out. Brad really looks up to you and I'd hate to see your friendship ended." "Me too." When we got there, Preston met us at the door. He had been trying to console Brad through the bedroom door but wasn't having any luck. Lance suggested he not let Brad know he was there and try to get Brad to open the door. Then Lance would slip in. The plan worked. "What the hell are you doing here? Did you come to punch me or tease me or what?" Brad yelled at Lance. "Nothing like that. I came to make sure you're okay and that we were still friends. The hug was nice and the kiss just took me surprise, as I guess it did you as well." Lance laughed. "Sure, make fun of me, I don't give a fuck what you say or think. Now leave!" "Not until you shake my hand and tell me we're still friends." "I made a complete fool of myself tonight in front of everyone, especially you. I can never live that down. This is just like the first week at school with Preston." "I explained to everyone you were just overcome with the emotion of meeting your hero and everything that happened so fast. I never mentioned the hug or the kiss to anyone." "Seriously?" "Of course. I would never do anything to embarrass you or belittle you." "Thanks" as Brad came forward and gave Lance a prolonged hug. "But you're wrong about the hero thing. I met my real hero on New Year's Eve when Preston invited you to our party." Lance got red in the face and didn't know exactly how to respond to that admission so he changed the subject. "What did you mean this was the same thing that happened at school?" "I guess I can tell you, but keep it to yourself, please. My second day at your school I was in the men's room at the urinals. The boy next to me was taking a leak as well and I glanced over at his cock. It was huge! I didn't realize I was staring at it so long until he caught me and called me a queer for looking at his cock. Mine had started to chub up over seeing such a big piece of meat and he saw that and really laid into me for being a faggot and a pervert. I ran out but he followed me and was harassing me for the rest of the week until I couldn't take it anymore and refused to go back to that place. Sometimes my feelings just get the better of me. I think he may have been right, I am a faggot." "Don't ever use that term! About yourself or anyone else! It's derogatory and mean. Remember how it made you feel? You may have feeling for other guys, or just your teenage hormones get the better of you sometimes." Lance and Brad talked for an hour. Lance finally opened the door and told Preston and myself that everything was good and he and Brad had talked things out. On the way home Lance told me that he was right about Brad having feelings for him and he was glad he hadn't acted on his hunch. It would have only made things more complicated. "Is he gay?" I asked. "I'm not sure and I don't think he is sure. It might be teenage hormones or he might be gay. He'll have to take some time and figure it out." "I'm sure you can help him without letting things get out of hand." The next morning Tony showed up at 7:00 AM to pick up Lance and myself to go inspect the sight. We stopped at Preston's house just as Brad was getting ready to leave for school. Tony went to the door and asked Brad to come with us. "Brad, you're an important member of the team. You idea of getting the petition together was brilliant and I want more of your input." "Mr. Hawk, I'm so embarrassed about last night I couldn't possibly come with you." "Nonsense! Lance explained you were overcome by you emotions. I'll be honest, I teared up a little on the way home realizing this was really going to happen. It will mean so much to my engineer to have this event take place in his home town. Never be ashamed to show your emotions, no matter what they are or when they surface. This world needs more of than, not stoicism. Now get in the car and let's go." Lance moved over and made room for Brad to sit next to him in the back seat. When Brad got in, Lance put his hand on Brad's thigh and gave him quick squeeze, then removed his hand. "Good morning, Brad," Lance greeted him. "Yes, it sure as hell is a good morning," and broke into his familiar cute smile. The four of us viewed the site, came back to Lance's house to discuss the project and then went out for a working lunch. Tony thanked everyone and headed back to the airport. I offered to give Brad a ride home but he wanted to come back and work on the details of the project. Lance readily agreed to have his help as did I. We worked out a tentative schedule to get everything underway. It turned out that Brad had a real head for details and asked questions that neither Lance nor I had come up with yet. I also noticed the interaction between Lance and Brad, the looks between the two, smiles and winks that were exchanged. There was a feeling of sexual tension in the air but nothing really overt. I watched with mixed emotions. I was glad Brad had come out of his depression and was getting so involved in the planning process. I was also glad that Lance was making a connection with someone his own age. But I also felt a twinge of jealousy knowing that Lance might be developing feelings for Brad. Whenever that little green monster appeared on my shoulder I would throw my mind back in our work. As the afternoon wore to a close, Lance invited Brad to stay for supper. "Thanks, Lance, but you've had enough of me for one day. I appreciate the invite and letting me sit in today but I really should be getting home." "It was fun having you around today, Brad. Chris and I would be happy to have you stay for supper." "Yes, Brad," I agreed. "You're welcome to eat with us, then I'll give you a ride home after." I added half-heartedly. "Thank you both, but I have to get home. Dad likes us all to eat supper together whenever we can." That was the first time anyone had heard him refer to Mr. Phillips as 'Dad'. This was a big normalization for Brad. Lance and I looked at each other and nodded our heads. We gave Brad a ride home and again thanked him for his help. I wanted to bring up Brad's feeling for Lance but I didn't want to be a jealous lover. Instead Lance brought up the subject himself. "Did you notice Brad today? He seemed like he was subtly flirting with me, smiling and winking at me." "Yes, I noticed. I also noticed you were politely returning the smiles but not what I could call leading him on. Are you looking to be more than just friends with him?" I asked, not sure how I wanted Lance to answer. "No, of course not. At least, I don't think so. Maybe? No, absolutely not. Oh hell, I have no idea." Lance stammered his reply. "It's okay if you do. I told you that you would meet someone your own age that you would want to be with, even if only for a while." Lance was quiet and just looked out the car window as we drove home. We got home and fixed some supper. Lance was quiet and pensive through supper. We went into the living room and watched some TV then turned in for the night. As Lance climbed in bed with me, he confessed, "Chris, I'm so confused. I love you and don't want to screw up what we have. Brad does bring out something in me. I think I might like to be with him in a sexual way. But I don't want to screw up my friendship with him either if its turns out to be just a fling for me and he expects more." "Then you're a normal teenager. Confused about sexual urges and your feelings towards others." "Then what should I do?" "Just as you have with me. Be honest with Brad and let him know how you feel. Just go slowly with him and don't jump into something that will hurt either one of you if it doesn't work out the way you want." "But what about us?" "What about us. I'm here for you, no matter what happens. If you decide you want Brad to be a boyfriend, I'm still here as you guardian. I'm not going anywhere. I'll still share your house, I'll share you life and I'll share you bed if you so desire. You know how I feel. Now it's up to you to figure out how you feel." "It's not that easy though." "Life never is, contrary to what people may lead you to believe." Lance gave me a tight hug as we cuddle and fell into a fitful sleep. Lance just needed me to be with him. Not my mouth, not my ass and not my cock, just me. And I wanted him. Not his mouth, not his ass, not his cock right now. Just him. The next month was hectic but everything was proceeding on schedule. Lance had been staying on top of things, Brad had been coming to the house several times a week to meet with Lance and I. I was the cleanup man tending to any unexpected issues that came up while the boys were in school. Lance was still making time to keep up with this homework and spend an afternoon a week socializing at Brad's house. The sex with Lance had slowed considerably as neither one of us had much energy at the end of the day to do much more than cuddle and fall asleep in each other's arms. Lance and Preston had a half day of school so Lance went home with Preston right from school. They were upstairs playing video games when Brad came home from school. "Hey Preston, I'm home!" Brad yelled up the stairs. "I'll be downstairs practicing pool until Lance gets here," not knowing Lance was upstairs. When the video game was over, Lance got up and headed downstairs to meet Brad. At the bottom of the stairs he heard Brad rack up the balls and giggled to himself, "Okay, Mr. Lance Winthrop, let's see who is the better pool player now." Lance stood just outside the door to the room and listened as Brad broke the rack and then ran the table, hitting every ball into a pocket without a miss. Lance was astonished. Backing up to the stairs, Lance called out, "Hey Brad, are you down here?" "Yes, come on in. I was practicing to see if I can get any better at pool." Brad racked up the balls but then went back to his crappy way of playing, missing every shot and not sinking a single ball. "Guess you need more practice, Brad." "I guess so. Or maybe some motivation? You want to make a bet on the next game?" "Sure, what do you have in mind?" "I don't know. How about if I win I get to kiss you, for real this time, for 1 minute?" "And when I win?" Lance asked acting like he knew he'd win. "You can take me over your knee and spank me for 1 minute." "That sounds fair. I'll spank you hard for daring to challenge me," Lance laughed. Brad racked the balls and Lance allowed him to break, giving him the advantage. Just as earlier, Brad ran the table sinking every ball and not even giving Lance a chance to shoot. "Looks like I win. Come over here and pucker up," Brad declared victoriously. Lance moved to him apprehensively, wondering if he had made a mistake accepting this bet. Brad seemed much more assertive than he had ever been. They moved together, their lips met and they kissed lightly, touching and pulling away several times. Then Lance put his hand behind Brad's head and pulled him in tight. Their mouths met, their lips parted and tongues slid in. As they passionately made out, their hands were sliding up and down each other's bodies. Both were chubbing up and grinding into each other. Lance pulled away and declared the minute was up, backing away but not before reaching down and grabbing Brad's stiff cock. "So how was it, kissing a straight guy for your first time?" Lance asked. Brad just leaned back against the pool table and looked into Lance's eyes, "The kiss was better than I could have imagined. But who said I was kissing a straight guy?" he questioned with a smirk. "That's for me to know and you to find out, maybe." Suddenly Brad's face turned bright red, realizing what he had just done. "I think I'm all done for tonight, Lance. Do you mind if we play another time?" "That's fine. Are you okay? Do you want to talk about anything?" "No, I'm good. I just have a lot of homework to do and want to get started on it." "I understand. But we really should talk, soon." They shook hands and parted ways. Lance came back up stairs and met Preston before he headed out of the house. "Leaving so soon, Lance?" "Yes, Brad has homework to do and I have to get home and do the same. Thanks for the hospitality." Preston thought it odd that Lance as leaving so soon after arriving but didn't press the issue. Brad came up stairs, quickly looked at Preston and then headed to his bedroom. "Everything okay, Brad?" "Fine. Just have homework to get done," as he bounded up the stairs to his room. Lance started walking home and call me to pick him up. He looked concerned when he got in the car. "Everything good? I thought you would be at Brad's all afternoon." Lance told me about the bet and how he went along knowing Brad would win. "I think I may have totally screwed up with him," Lance began. "He was so into kissing and I returned the kiss just as fervently. I think he was having seconds thoughts, though. I'm sure he was only using homework as an excuse end our visit." "Give him some time to think about things and call him later. You two need to talk for sure." After supper Lance took my advice and called Brad. His call went to voice mail. He called Preston who said Brad had gone to bed early. They talked for a while before hanging up. Lance was still concerned but there was nothing he could do about it tonight. We watched TV for a while and then went to bed. I was busy at the office most of the day following day. When I came home, Brad and Lance were in the den discussing the skate board project. I looked at Lance and just raised an eyebrow, silently trying to see if everything was ok. Lance gave a little nod. Brad noticed me and addressed me, "Hi Chris. Lance and I were going over the schedule, making sure everything was on track." "Glad to hear you two are keeping on tops of things." I responded. "It's getting late so I better be going. Good to see you again, Chris." "And you as well. You're welcome to stay for something to eat. Been a long day so we'll just order some take out tonight." "Thank you but Preston is on his way. I want to be home for supper. Maybe another time." Preston showed up and honked his horn instead of coming to the door. Brad said his good byes and left. I asked Lance if everything is good with Brad. "I'm not sure. We had planned on getting together today and he showed up right after school. I tried to talk to him about yesterday but he just said 'that was yesterday, we have work to do' and got to work. So I guess we're ok. But I'm still unsure of where we stand." "I suppose it's a good thing he just wanted to move on. Seemed like he was friendly enough so I assume he's not upset or mad at you." I noted. The next day Preston wanted to give Lance a ride home after school. He said they needed to talk. He figured it was about Brad but had no idea where the conversation would go. As they pulled up in front of our house, Preston shut of his car and turned to face Lance. "Brad told me about the pool game yesterday." "I wanted to talk to him about it but he just changed the subject. I didn't want to press him but I'm not sure how he feels about it." "That's the problem. He's not sure either. He said he really enjoyed kissing you and it got him excited, if you know what I mean. But then he had seconds thoughts. He is a mess right now. He's not sure if he's gay or bi or just a fucked up straight guy. Plus, as much as he likes you and would like to do something sexual with you, he doesn't want to do anything to fuck up your friendship and have it interfere with the skate park project. He is going to try and put all his personal feelings aside until the park is done." "It can be very confusing. Emotions and hormones are running high with both of us right now. I enjoyed kissing him as well but I don't want to lead him on. I think you know I'm gay, or at least I think I am. I'm confused as well but not as much as Brad. I admire him for his dedication to the park and the sacrifice he is making." Lance squirmed in the seat, realizing he had just come out to Preston. "I had my suspicions but I didn't want to say anything. It's of no concern to me and doesn't affect our friendship at all. I'm not going to tell anyone, either. It's up to you who you tell. But maybe you should tell Brad so he doesn't feel guilty." "I'm kind of involved with someone, on a casual basis, so I don't want Brad to think I'm available for boyfriend material. I'm glad to help him figure out where he stands if he'd like once the park is completed." Preston turned back facing forward in his seat and looked down at the floor. "That's good to know because I have something very personal to ask you. I'll understand if you say no." "Anything, just name it," thinking Preston might want something sexual from him now that he knows Lance is possibly gay. "Well, last night after Brad turned went to bed I was alone in my room and super horny. I got undressed and lay on my bed, downloading some porn on my phone. I was stoking my cock when Brad suddenly was at my door. I hadn't heard him open the door. He just stood there watching me. I was too far into what I was doing to stop so I invited him in if he wanted to. He came in and sat down next to me on the bed. I could see by the tent in his boxers that he was aroused watching me jerk off. For want of anything better to say, I invited him to get up on the bed and join me, showing him the girl/guy porn I had on my phone." "Embarrassing just a little?" Lance asked trying to take the edge of the conversation. "That's the weird part. It wasn't really. We were just two brothers jerking off side by side. After we both shot our load Brad starting to ask me questions, some of which I could answer and some I couldn't." "Like what, if I can ask?" " He asked me if I've ever had a blowjob. Which of course I have, from a girl. Then he asked if I've ever gotten a blowjob from a guy. I was getting nervous about where this was going. I told him no, not on my bucket list. Then he asked if I had ever given a blowjob to a guy. That one really got me wondering where he was going with this. He told me he thinks he's gay and would like to get a blowjob from a guy because he'd never be that close with a girl. He told me he was hoping it would be you that would do him." "Are you asking me to suck Brad's cock?" Lance asked, kind of hoping that was what Preston wanted. "No, nothing like that. I wouldn't pimp you out to him. Actually it's quite different than that. I don't want him falling for you and I'm sure anything that sexual between you too would do it. No, what I want to ask you, . . ." Preston stopped in mid sentence and just kept staring at the floor. "Come on, you can ask me anything. We're good friends, remember?" "I know, but this sounds too weird for me to even say it out loud." "If you don't, I'll never know if I should say yes or no." "Okay, here goes. But remember you made me ask this. Would you teach me how to give a blowjob so I can give Brad his first. I want to be the best big brother I can be for him. That way he won't get all hung up on hooking up with you. Brad and I have really bonded in the last few weeks. And he is so much more comfortable with the rest of the family. And you are the one to take credit for all of this. Now I want to do something special for him. Not that I'm jealous of you or anything." "Wow, never saw that coming," both of them suddenly laughing at Lanc'es unintended pun. "I suppose I could talk you through it if that's really what you want." "It is. It would mean so much to me, and to Brad as well." "You can never tell Brad that I did this for you. He has to think this was all you. Okay?" "Sure. Any way you want to do this, I'm on board. Can we do this now before I loose my nerve?" Lance and Preston went into the empty house, going to the living room and sitting on the couch. "There are two ways to do this. The slow and sensual way or the 'two dollar hooker in the back sea approach', just suck it off and move on." "The slow and sensual approach is what I'm thinking would be better." " Okay, good. So, I guess the first thing is to make sure you're both freshly showered. Nothing is a bigger turnoff than a stinky crotch. Some guys get off on it but I don't. You can shower and then just meet in your room wrapped in towels. Easier to undress, so to speak. Take off Brad's towel and have him lay on his back on the bed. Then you take off your towel and get on the bed so your head is down near his crotch. Take a hold of his cock and if it's not already hard, stroke him slowly but firmly to get him stiff. Rub his thighs and his stomach with your other hand then fondle his balls. He should be leaking some precum by now so move in and lick the tip of his cock." "I don't know about Brad, but your getting me hard," Preston giggled. "That's a good sign you'll be into this when the time comes. Now you've licked the tip, run your tongue up and down the side of his shaft, getting him good and wet. Put your lips around his tip and swirl your tongue around. Then slowly lower your mouth over him, letting him savor the warm wetness of your mouth little by little. Be careful not to go too deep yet. Take as much as you can but not enough to gag. That's why slow is better than just gulping him down. Now hold your mouth there and run both your hands up over his stomach, to his chest and his nipples. Play with them a little to get them hard, then move your hands back down. Pull your mouth back and put one hand around his cock and the other on his balls. Stroke and suck his cock and then pull off, push his cock out of the way and take his ball sack in your mouth, playing with each testicle with your tongue. Back to his cock and continue sucking up and down on him. Then take him as deep as you can and swirl your tongue around on the tip. By this time you will have saliva running out the sides of your mouth and down his balls over his perineum, dribbling towards his ass. Pull off him again and lick below his balls between his sack and his hole. But don't lick his hole. We'll save that for another time. Then back up to his cock again. By now Brad will be super worked up and probably humping his hips up and down to face fuck you. This is where you take advantage of the saliva. Move one hand to his ass crack and press one finger against his hole, holding it there until you apply more pressure and push your finger inside him. Being his first time, this will push him over the edge. As you as you feel his hole tighten around your finger, pull your mouth off his cock so you don't get a mouthful of cum. Until you know if you like the taste of cum, better not to take a mouthful just yet. Also aim his cock up towards his belly so you don't get it in your eyes. Can really sting." "Damn it, Lance, you really know you stuff. I take it you've done this a lot of times?" "No comment. Just because I have the knowledge doesn't mean I have the experience," Lance lied. "I've never built a skate board park before but I'm learning the right way to go about it too." Lance smiled at Preston. "Very true. Now I've had the classroom portion of 'Cocksucking 101', I have another request. Again, you can say no if you want. I just want to make sure I don't mess it up for Brad." Having a pretty good idea Preston was going to ask Lance to demonstrate on him, Lance asked, "What is your next request?" "I feel really strange on this one, but can I practice on you?" "Shit, you caught me off guard again. You're full of surprises today." "Now that I started this, I just don't want to loose my nerve. If I don't go through with this now, I know I never will and I don't want to disappoint Brad." "You're really sure you want to suck my cock?" "It sounds so vulgar when you say it like that, but I guess that's what I'd be doing, wouldn't I?" "Only if you want to." "Not that I want to pre se, just something I have to do. Will you let me?" Lance was confused by Preston's desire to give him a blow job. Was it truly as selfless as Preston let on or was there more to it? Either way, Lance felt he should honor Preston's request. "Okay, let's do it. We'll go up to my room so we can be more comfortable." Lance led the way to his bedroom and closed the door behind them. "Do we get naked like you said was the way to do this? Preston asked. "Sure, it's better that way." Both boys removed their clothes, Preston turning his back on Lance as he dropped his pants and his underwear. Lance had fully undressed facing towards Preston. "Let's get on the bed and relax." Lance suggested. Preston was anything but relaxed as he headed to the bed, covering his crotch as best he could with his two hands. When he moved his hands to get on the bed, Lance saw a beautiful 8" stiff cut cock sticking straight out from Preston's crotch. "Nice meat you're packing, Preston." "Ah, ya, thanks, you too," he stammered turning red faced. Preston crawled up between Lance's legs and started to follow Lance previous instructions. He was doing pretty good, nervousness aside, until he took Lance boner in his mouth. "Hey, teeth, dude, cover the teeth!" "Sorry, I don't remember you mentioning that." "Have any of the girls who have sucked you racked their teeth over your cock?" Preston pledged to be more careful but was still not being too gentle. "Roll over on your back," Lance commanded him, "and I'll demonstrate how to cover your teeth." Preston obeyed and soon Lance was sucking Preston's cock, showing him how to cover the teeth and be gentle yet firm with his mouth. After a few minutes of working him, Lance rolled off to the side. He wasn't sure if he was just demonstrating technique or just using that as an excuse to get Preston's sweet looking cock in his mouth. "Now you try it again and remember to cover your teeth." Preston went back down on Lance and did a much better job this time. So much better in fact that Lance got carried away in enjoying what Preston was doing and lost track of this being just a training exercise. "Fuck, Preston, you're doing great. I'm getting close so you better slow down or just pull off and finish me off with your hand." But Preston did neither. He took the last step and pushed his finger into Lance's hole, hard and deep, causing Lance to go over the edge and shoot his load. Preston kept his mouth tight to Lance's cock even as Lance tried to pull his cock back away from him Preston took every drop of salty white cum, swallowing as much as he could. Panting and trying to regain his composure, Lance complimented Preston on a job well done. "That was fucking awesome, dude. If you do half as good with Brad, he'll be in heaven." "Thanks," was all Preston said as he slid off the bed and gathered his clothes to get dressed. "I better be going, see you in school tomorrow." "Are you sure you okay with what we did? I hope this didn't screw up our friendship?" "No, not at all. I appreciate what you did for me. See you tomorrow." And Preston went quickly out the door, leaving Lance lying naked on the bed hoping he didn't make a big mistake. I came home a few hours later and we talked about what had happened. "Chris, I hope I didn't mess up out friendship. Preston has been a good friend to me and I value his friendship. He insisted he wanted to do this so he could do it to Brad. But I'm not so sure he felt the same after we were done." "You just did as he asked. That's what friends do. If he is having seconds thoughts about it, it is understandable. Talk to him tomorrow and try to act like this never happened and see how he responds." "Let's have supper and then go to bed. I want to be with someone who appreciates my cock and enjoys sucking it." "Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" "Some things I'm sure of, some things I'm not. You and I are something I'm sure of and then some." Lance and I had a quick supper then took a nice hot soapy shower together, washing and rewashing every nook and cranny of each other's bodies. We dried off and took the damp towels with us to the bedroom, knowing we would need them to clean the cum off of us in a little while. Lance had the evening all planned out. We would lay opposite one another so we could suck each other at the same time, him not letting me cum but making sure he shot his first load. Then while giving him time to recover, I fucked him slow and gentle, trying not to hit his prostrate and set him off. After I came deep inside him, I lay on his back and rested then rolled over for him to slide his stiff cock in my hole and fuck me. Exhausted, we wiped ourselves off, more sweat than cum as I had swallowed his and the second load inside my bowels as he had mine. We made out for a while and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. Only nine o'clock and we were out cold. If you enjoyed this story you may enjoy some of my other stories posted on Nifty. Feed back is always welcome to Jonathan at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. If you can't find them, from the main menu select "Authors". In the upper right hand corner, select "Search". Under keywords, enter "Jonathan Perkins" (be sure and put the name in quotation marks).