The contents of this story is purely fictional although based on real life happenings in my life. All names have been fictionalize to protect the innocent and not so innocent. The content matter of this story concerns love and sex between males teenagers. If this is not what you like reading or it is illegal for you to read this material because of age or laws go somewhere else. This story is copyrighted by it's owner and may not be copied or published elsewhere without the owners permission.
Okay I did get several emails from readers hoping to here more about Bastian McCormick's life.(see Foto in the High School Section of Nifty. If you haven't read Foto then you should read it first).
Okay please note I changed my email address cuz yahoo sucks at catching spam and I'm tired of getting emails about hot girls and pussy.
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by Sam Lakes
Copyright © 2008 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 5 - The little boy who was afraid of the water
<Sandy Beech POV(Point Of View)>
We were down off our sexual high and we both gotten dressed when Noah burst through the door and jump on the bed.
“Granpa Brian says uhm...be right back” said Noah and he jumped off the bed and ran out the door.
Bastian, Noah and Michael left for the store. I figure Brian wanted to talk to me alone and just needed an excuse in guise of me helping him. I was right.
“So, Sandy, how are you doing?” asked Brian.
“I’m doing really well. Bastian and I talked. I love your son.”
Brian smiled, “I’m pleased to hear that.”
“Did you know you have an awesome smile? I think Bastian gets his smile from you.”
“Why, thank you but I have to say I have to say Bastian is right, you’re a hottie.”
I blushed and the fact that I knew that I blushed made me blush even more. Thank goodness he didn’t say anything about it or laugh.
“So, what do you think about our gym?” Brian asked.
“Gym? You have a gym? I’ve only seen Noah’s room and Bastian’s room and now the kitchen.”
“Well, let me take you on a tour,” he said cheerfully.
Their house is awesome! There’s a theatre room, a living room, Brian and Michael’s office, an indoor swimming pool and a gym no not a gym – a GYM! The gym is huge – it has a fully equipped exercise room, an indoor track and a basketball court! I was overwhelmed to say the least.
“Wanna shoot some hoops? You up for some one-on-one?” Brian asked.
“Yeah! I’m not that great playing on a team but I can usually hold my own playing one-on-one.”
We started playing. I love basketball almost as much as I love baseball. I just never play on a team. I’m pretty good at shooting 3 pointers and at stealing the ball too. It always surprised tall guys like Brian. He’s like six-two or three which for me is tall and even though I’m short I am pretty fast.
We were playing to 21. I won 21-4.
“Whoa, dude you’re fantastic! So, are you going to join the basketball team at school?”
“Nah, I’m too short and besides if you join a team then you have practice after school.”
“So, I can't afford the time now. I have responsibilities.”
“Like a boyfriend and a son. Noah asked me to be his other daddy. Also, Bastian and I are boyfriends now.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to give up playing school sports,” said Brian.
“Didn’t you?” I asked.
“Well, yes but that was different – I wasn’t that good. And you are and you love sports!”
“Yeah, I love sports, but I love Bastian and Noah more and besides it wouldn’t be fair to Bastian or Noah,” I said, “Look, when Bastian became Noah’s dad he gave up all extra circular activities at school – things he loved to do like photography.”
“Yes, I know, but he didn’t have to. The thing is he needed Noah then as much as Noah needed him because Leo died and Marcy died. Michael would have been happy to spend a little more time watching Noah but Bastian refused. And it was right for him at the time.”
I don’t really like to argue so I used my patent phase and sigh that sounds like I’ve given in, “Okay, okay, I’ll think about it.” Of course I would, NOT! “I’m going to go take a shower.”
I was in the shower when Bastian came into the bathroom.
“Hey! We’re back. I hear you won 4-21. He said you’re awesome. He used to play basketball in college.”
“Yeah, so he told me,” I said. I knew what was coming next and sure enough it did.
“You should try out for our school team because they suck and they need someone like you,” said Bastian as he peed into the toilet.
“Nah, I suck at playing when it’s more than 1-one-1. Besides, as I told your dad, I’m not doing sports this year.”
“But you love sports. I think you should.”
“Like I told your dad, I love you and Noah more than sports.” I turned off the shower.
Bastian looked me up and down, locked the bathroom door, turned around and gave me a sexy look as he moved to me. “You are so hot,” he said softly as he leant forward and kissed me and then started licking my nipples.
It felt so good. He went from one nipple to the other back and forth as his hand stroked me gently. He moved downward licking and kissing. His hands moved around to my ass as he continued down.
“Do you know what I’m doing?” he asked. All I could do was moan.
“I found this beautiful Sandy happy trail that is leading me to…” he stopped for a moment and looked up at me and then at my raging hardon. His tongue licked the tip of my cock and I thought any second I’d cum. He looked up again, smiled and his finger lightly traced down my happy trail saying, “This Sandy happy trail has led me to hap-penis.”
His mouth engulfed my dick and his hands pulled me forward. I’d never felt anything so incredibly good like this before. As he worked away I thought this was so much better than doing it yourself. Way better! It only took a short time before I was saying, “Oh God, Bastian, I’m going to cum! I’m cumming! Oh! Oh! Oh,” and various other noises to express my pleasure.
“Since the moment I saw you I’ve wanted to do that,” he said and then we kissed again.
“Beech! Open the door I gotta pee!” said Noah from the other side of the door.
Bastian opened the door and I wrapped a towel around me as Noah rushed in and over to the toilet, pulled his pants down and peed. He has a cute little bum.
When he finished he pulled his pants back up and turned around. “Beech, Grandpa Brian said you sweept the floor with him. You’re sposed to use a broom, not Grandpa Brian.”
“It’s not funny daddy! Grandpa Brian could get hurt. He’s an old man,” said the indignant little boy.
I squatted down to his height. “Noah, I didn’t hurt Grandpa Brian. When he says I swept the floor with him he meant I got a lot better score than he did when we were playing basketball. I would never hurt Grandpa Brian or Grandpa Mike. I love them almost as much as I love you and Daddy. Okay?”
Noah though it over for a split second then said, “I love you too, Beech.” He gave me a peck on the cheek and dashed off.
“That…that right there is why is why sports is not as important to me,” I said my to myself more than to Bastian.
“I see what you mean,” said Bastian softly.
Monday was my first day at this school. What really sucked was I didn’t even have one class with Bastian. We didn’t even have the same lunch period. I saw him a couple of times in the hall as we both rushed in different directions to our next class. Oh yeah, there was one point when I was looking at a sign-up roster for the diving team. I was about to sign up – I guess old habits are hard to break – when a voice behind me said, “Do it! Sign up! I promise I’ll come to every meet.” It was Bastian.
“No. I’ve already got a ton of homework,” I said which wasn’t really true. I mean I do have a lot of homework but not more than a half hour or so which I’ll get done before school ends. “You know my schedule really sucks this is the first time we’ve been able to say anything to each other,” I complained.
“Yeah, and now I have to go. See you after school. Love you,” he said and darted off to his next class. It really fucking sucks!
My last class of the day is P.E. which I liked because it was the end of day. I think half the basketball team is in this class which is why the coach said we would be playing basketball.
I really wasn’t in the best of moods. My usual first day, nobody knew me. I was the shortest guy in the class. So, I got chosen last. For the first ten minutes of the game I was totally ignored by my teammates despite the fact that I was in the open most of the time and was in a good position to make a shot that I would have made.
Finally, I lost my cool. I walked over to the captain of our team, “Are you fucking blind or are you just stupid? I was in the open with a clear shot and you throw the ball to a guy who’s covered. My geek of a brother is smarter than that!”
“Well, you are short and I didn’t think…”
“Yeah,” I interrupted him with an insult, “Well, that’s the thing, you dumb jocks can’t think.”
“Fuck you!” he responded.
“Great vocabulary you jocks have,” I countered and the next thing I knew the basketball he was holding hit me smack in the face and I fell to the floor.
I think he regretted his action because he was kneeling down beside me apologizing. Of course everyone saw what happened. They stood watching me. I saw one guy had picked up the ball.
I rolled away from him and stood up. I was standing about mid-court.
“Give me the ball,” I said angrily to the guy holding the ball. He tossed it to me. I bounce the ball a couple of times and took my shot. Turned and walked back towards the locker room and heard the swoosh sound that the ball makes when it goes through the net followed by several guys saying, “Whoa!” and “Fuck!”
When I was almost to the locker room door I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stopped and without looking back and spoke, “Look if you worried I’m going to whine to the coach. I’m not I just need to put some cold water on my face. I don’t rat on teammates unless they do something that hurts the team And well, I’m not on a team. Am I?”
“I saw what happened,” said a deep voice. It was Coach Richards. “Now turn around and let me have a look at your face.”
I hadn’t turned around because tears were rolling down my face. It was really a shitty day.
“I can’t,” I said just above a whisper and inadvertently sniffled.
“Okay. Go wash your face and I’ll be in there in a few minutes to have a look,” he said.
I did and a few minutes later he came to me and checked out my face.
“How is it?” he asked.
I shrugged my shoulders saying, “I’ll live.”
“Good. We have ten minutes left before you guys have to hit the showers. You’re going to play some 1-on-1 with Andrews. I’m doing this for your good as well as for him.”
I walked back out to the gym with Coach Richards. Andrews was staring at the floor.
My face was still stinging but I didn’t once drop my eyes away from him or Coach Richards.
“Okay boys for the next ten minutes it’s 1-on-1.” Coach tossed the ball up. I didn’t even try to jump for it because Andrews is like six-six. But I caught the ball and headed for the basket. Shot and made it – 2-0. For the next few minutes I played but he didn’t – oh he went through the motions but his heart wasn’t in it. It was 8 – 0 my favor.
“Time out!” I said and then looked at the coach who was about to complain I’m sure. Looking at the coach I said, “Gimme thirty seconds.” He nodded.
“Look Andrews I’m sorry I provoked you but I love this game almost as much as I love baseball and I love baseball. All I wanted to do was play and you just ignored me thinking I couldn’t play and what really pissed me off was you didn’t even give me a chance. And you’re still doing it – fuck man I know you’re on the team so you must be good – shit my geek of a brother plays 1-on-1 better than you are right now. And I’m sorry for calling you a dumb jock and all.”
“But I am a dumb jock and I’ll probably be off the team cuz I'm flunking English – so it doesn’t really matter.”
“Of course it matters!” I exclaimed, “Okay, here’s the deal I saw you in 3rd period study hall right?” He nodded, “Good, you play now and play hard and I’ll tutor you in study hall so you won’t get kicked off the team.”
“You’d do that for me after what I did to you?” he asked sounding surprised.
“Get to playing you two!” boomed the coach’s voice.
“Sure, now play!”
For the rest of the time we had left we played hard and fast. He was better than good. He had the advantage of height so block all of my shots except two. The score was 13-14 his favor. I saw the coach putting his whistle up to his mouth to signal the end so I took a wild shot. The ball sail through the air touched the backboard then circled around the hoop and didn’t fall through the net.
“Okay guys hit the showers,” shouted the coach, “Beech, over here.”
I trotted over to the coach. “Yes sir?”
“What the heck did you say to him? He’s been playing like shit lately.”
“He’s flunking English so I told him I’d tutor him during study hall if he’d just put some heart into it.”
The coach smiled, “Thanks. Now go hit the showers.”
I rushed to meet Bastian after school.
“What the fuck happened to you?” asked Bastian.
“Yeah,” I said and told him about having to play 1-on-1 and that I told Andrews I’d tutor him in study hall.
“You are so amazing,” he said and then leant in and kissed me.
“Yeah, the coach asked me what I we talked about when I called time out. I told and then he thanked me. I got the impression he was relieved that I would help Andrews.”
“He would be Andrews is an awesome player,” said Bastian.
“Yeah, then told me to hit the showers. What made me happy was the guys were saying things like ‘dude you were awesome’. Andrews even came up to me just as I was leaving and said I should join the team.”
“Yeah? So what did you say to that?” inquired Bastian. I think was expecting me to have said yes.
“I told him I couldn’t cuz I have a son and a boyfriend to take care of after school. He looked a little surprised like he didn’t think I was gay. I suppose I’ll find out tomorrow if he’s anti-gay or auntie gay tomorrow when I am supposed to tutor him.”
After we got to Bastian’s we both played with Noah for about half an hour. Noah wanted to swim so he and I went to their pool while Bastian did his homework. I had already done my homework at school.
I asked Bastian if he had a swimming suit I could use and he said they always swam naked as it was a male only household. It was fine with me.
Noah’s idea of swimming was sitting in the water on the steps at the shallow end. I found out from him that he didn’t know how to swim or even dog paddle.
“Noah, I’m going to teach you to swim okay? It will be lots of fun,”
It didn’t take long before he was cool about having his face in the water and from there we progressed pretty quickly to the point where holding on to each other we could totally submerge for a few seconds. There were a couple of times when he cough and splutter but I made it seem fun and funny.
“Hey guys!” said Brian as he walked into the swimming pool area.
“Grandpa Brian, I’m swimming! Look!” said an excited Noah as he plunged his head under the water for a few seconds.
“WOW! That’s fantastic buddy!” Brian exclaimed amd then asked me. “You got him to do this?”
“Yeah, but he’s a natural,” I replied modestly.
Brian gave me a ‘Yeah, right’ look and then smiled.
“Hey join us,” I said.
“I don’t know,” he replied.
“Noah, you want Grandpa Brian to swim with us, don’t you?”
“YES! Swim Grandpa Brian, please,” said the cutest little boy in the world.
Brian started stripping and then joined us in the pool. There is no doubt in my mind where Bastian got his ‘hottieness’ from. I really wanted to stare but that wouldn’t be right so I slung Noah around on my back made sure he was holding on and swam to the other side of the pool which Noah thought was great.
Brian of course asked me about the bruise on my face so I told him what happened.
Bastian showed up finally and fifteen minutes later Michael told us it was dinner time.
At dinner Michael asked about my bruise and Brian told him the story like I was some kind of hero.
I was about to say it was no big deal but my mom rang the doorbell and Michael left the table.
Michael called from front door to say it was my mom and she waiting in the car. I quickly gave Bastian and Noah a kiss. I think they were both disappointed that I was going. I gave Brian a kiss goodbye too which was a bit embarrassing because I went to kiss him on the cheek just as he turned his head and I ended up kissing him on his lips.
“Ahem! That’s my boyfriend Dad,” laughed Bastian.
I know I blushed.
“Sorry, I meant to kiss you on the cheek,” I sort of mumbled.
Brian and Bastian laughed.
I blushed even more and then left the room for the front door. I was going to give Michael a goodbye kiss but he looked sort of pissed about something.“Bye Michael, could you tell Brian and Bastian I’d like to hitch a ride with them to school tomorrow?” He nodded and I left.
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