Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2003 13:12:22 -0500 From: Jeff Wilson Subject: W.A.R. Part Five, Chapter 2 W.A.R. Part Five - Secrets Chapter Two -- Snow Day by Jeff Wilson "You got your braces off!" Brett said as soon as he saw me. "Yep." I said happily. "You didn't tell you were going to do that. You just said you had an appointment." "I wanted it to be a surprise. Plus, I wasn't totally sure they were going to do it. So now all I have to worry about is this retainer. At least I figured out how to talk right with it." After asking me to smile a few more times, Brett plowed out my driveway and I took care of the sidewalks and the places he couldn't get to. Then we did my neighbors' driveways. We did a few more before stopping at the house for lunch. My dad greeted us as we walked in the door. "You boys did a good job out there. Your mother got out with no problems to go to work. She called and said she got there fine." As we peeled off our coats and boots, dad asked, "Did you make a lot of money?" "Twenty bucks a driveway." I said. "Well, I figured you'd want something hot, so I made some grilled cheese sandwiches and a couple of thermoses with hot chocolate for when you go back out." Dad walked with us to the kitchen. He set his cane next to him and ate lunch with us. "I'm thinking about going out with you this time." Dad said as we finished off the sandwiches. "I can't stand it in this damn house anymore. I spent a year here before getting back to work and that was plenty. I can't do much shoveling, but at least I'll be able to watch." "No problem Mr. Roberts." Brett said. You can drive the tractor and Billy and I can do the shoveling. Then we can get even more done before the sun goes down. "Brett, how many times do I have to tell you to call me George before you'll do it?" "Lots more times I guess. You've only been telling me that for eight years." Brett replied. Dad had been miserable being stuck at the house after his stroke. He was constantly looking for things to fix. He still had to use the cane, and probably would for the rest of his life. But he hadn't touched a cigarette or a can of pop in almost two years. Finally, last June he had enough and went back to work. They made him a supervisor, so that they could use his smarts and he wouldn't have to do any lifting or delicate work. He still couldn't use his right hand for much. And with diabetes, his left hand wasn't much better. He was constantly dropping things. But, he could drive and he was still the best electrician on the planet, even though he was usually using my hands to do the work. After lunch, we re-armed ourselves with all of our winter-wear, then rode on the back of the tractor to a few more places. We definitely worked faster with dad plowing and Brett helping me. By the end of the day, we had three hundred dollars in our pockets, one hundred fifty each. "Well," dad said as he pulled into the driveway, "I guess you could leave the tractor here and I can drive you home. It's getting too dark for you to go over there by yourself. I don't want you to get hit by a car or something." "Can't Brett stay here tonight?" I asked. "I don't want you to be up all night and being tired at school tomorrow." "Dad, tomorrow's Saturday." I said. Dad looked at me as if I was some kind of idiot. "What? Well, I reckon it's okay then. If it's alright with his mother, it's alright with me. I can drive you over there to get your things. I have to go to the store anyway." Brett called his mom's cell phone and she said that it was okay for him to stay. I took out my contacts and switched to my glasses while Dad drove Brett to his house. I made a few pizzas for dinner. While the pizza was baking in the oven, the phone rang. "Roberts Road Kill Service, you kill it, we grill it." I said. "Billy, it's Joey." "Hey, dude. What's up?" "Billy, you're not going to fucking believe this shit. Angela's fucking pregnant." "What?" I shouted, almost dropping the phone. "Aw fuck, Joe. Are you sure?" "She's got an appointment for next Saturday to make sure, but yeah, she's pretty positive." "Fuck dude. I told you that you had to careful, man. Didn't you use a condom or something?" "I ran out, so I fucked her in the ass without one. How was I supposed to know that a bunch of cum would come out when I pulled out." "I could have told you that, genius." I said, not even thinking about what I was saying. "How would you know? You've never even had sex. Anyway, I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I'm only sixteen. How can I be a dad?" Joey said sadly. "Umm, letting your sperm get in her vagina tends to do that. I'm sorry she got pregnant, but it's not like you shouldn't have expected it. You've been fucking her for two years, something was bound to go wrong." "But it's not fair! I don't deserve this. I mean, I was going to break up with her and then this happens! It's just not fair." Joey said, and I could tell that he was starting to break down on the other side of the line. I wanted to help him, but I just couldn't think of anything to say. It may have been mean of me, but I figured he screwed himself. Still I felt that I should at least try to help. "Hey Joey, maybe you should talk to Brett's mom. She's probably dealt with lots of guys in your situation. Maybe she'd have some information for you or something. And if you need someone to talk to, well, feel free to talk to me. I don't know how much help I'll be, but I'm willing to listen." "Thanks Billy." Joey sniffled. "I think I will call her. Maybe she can talk to my parents. I haven't told them anything yet. They're gonna fucking kill me." We said our good-byes and I hung up the phone just in time to save the pizza from starting to burn. Soon Brett and dad came home and we ate pizza together. Brett wolfed down three or four slices and I took care of two. Dad ate two slices as well, and the one of the pizzas was no more. Brett had used some of his money to rent a few videos and chips. We watched one of the Halloween movies with Michael Myers in it. Brett and I would often watch scary movies just to fun of it the whole time. He even had my dad laughing more than I'd seen in a long time. At around 9:00 mom came home. She wasn't surprised to see Brett there. She saw that we were watching a horror movie and frowned disapprovingly. "George, why are you letting them watch something like that? If you boys have nightmares, it's your own fault," she said before heading to bed. At ten o'clock, we said goodnight to dad and headed to my room. We weren't really ready to go to sleep yet. We didn't get to have opportunities to sleep over as much as we'd have liked during school. So we decided to play a video game or two before heading to bed. As we were playing, Brett didn't seem to be paying much attention to the game as he should have. So I crushed him of course. He was sort of chuckling to himself a bit. Finally, curiosity got the better of me. "What’s so funny?" I asked. "Your parents. They're so different. I don't think your mom likes me too much anymore. Your dad is cool though. You're so lucky to have a dad like that." "I know." I said. "He's the best dad that I know of. I mean, my dad's a fucking rapist asshole. And Dustin's dad… Well, you know… But your dad… He's cool about stuff. I think that he knows about us." Brett said. "What? No he doesn't!" I said upset that he would even suggest it. "He'd never come right out and say it, but he knows. I can tell." Brett replied. "The hell he does! You're just paranoid. He'd say something. He wouldn't have let you stay here tonight." I explained. "Billy, when are you going to get it that your dad is not going to kick you out of the house for being who you are? He's cooler than that. You know what he said to me on the way back here? He said, 'You take care of my boy, Brett. You know I'm not going to be around forever.' He knows." "He always says stuff like that. Ever since the stroke he's convinced he's not going to be around much longer. But Brett, I'm telling you, there's no way that he knows. We're way too careful. There's no way. No fucking way." Though in my head I was searching my memories for any moment in which we might have slipped up. "Whatever. So, you want to do anything tonight?" He asked as a devious grin formed on his lips. "What did you have in mind?" I asked. "Oh, I don't know… A little naked fun, perhaps?" "Naked fun, eh? Maybe just some sucking. I don't want to wake up mom or dad if we start humping. And I'm so sore from all of that shoveling, I don't think I could handle it." I said, placing my glasses on top of my alarm clock. "Okay." Brett replied. He quickly slipped off his pants and shirt while I made sure the door was locked. "You want to take care of the rest?" Brett asked, giving a little tug on his boxers. I walked up to him and kissed him. He pushed me back against the wall and explored the inside of my mouth with his tongue. I realized that this was the first time we'd kissed since I got rid of my braces. Brett must have realized it too, because he was really getting into it. His hands found their way to my belt buckle and he had my pants and underwear off in no time. I reached into his boxers and felt his backside while he was jacking me off. I closed my eyes and wrestled Brett's tongue for a while. Brett yanked his own boxers off and pressed his hips against mine, rubbing our dicks together in the process. He stopped kissing me long enough to pull my shirt off. "You know how long I've been waiting to be able to do this right?" Brett said before kissing me again. He took my hand from his back and held it in his, our fingers locked together. His other hand pinched my nipple lightly. I gently touched his cheek and felt a little roughness from his not shaving for a few days. "I want to feel what it's like on my dick." Brett whispered. We walked quietly over to the chair that used to be my dad's before he bought a new one after his stroke. Mom was going to burn it, but I talked her into giving it to me. Brett sat down on it and spread his legs apart for me. I licked him up and down a few times. Brett guided my head to get me to take him into my mouth. I liked teasing him a bit, but this time he really wanted me to suck him. He held the base of his dick with one hand and pushed my head to it with his other. I gently rubbed his butt hole and started working on his six inch buddy. Brett scooted to the edge of the chair and spread his legs even wider. "Keep rubbing my ass, Billy. It feels really good." Brett whispered softly. He placed both hands on my head and rubbed his fingers through what he liked to call my "mop water blond" hair. No matter how often I told him it was supposed to be "dishwater" it never worked. Brett was really getting into it, and he was starting to make too much noise. I stopped working on his dick and went to his balls. I licked each one carefully the way I knew he liked. Then I started going lower. "Billy, don't do it." Brett whispered while trying to get his breath. "I don't think I can keep quiet if you do." But my mind was made up. This was what I was longing to try without braces. I licked around and around, in smaller and smaller circles until I hit my target. Brett tried to keep quiet, but I could tell I was driving him wild. The first time we did this, he came without even touching himself. Brett was squirming like crazy whimpering softly while I explored his most private regions with my tongue. "Oh fuck, Billy… Oh shit. Oh shit… You got to do it now. Oh shit… You've got to fuck me now... I don't think I can make it if you don't." Brett whined as quietly as he could. I stopped long enough to get the lotion out of my underwear drawer. I slicked up my dick and Brett's butthole. I got on my knees and lined myself up. I sank in to Brett's body easily. Within a minute I had all six and a half inches of myself buried into him. Brett pressed himself against me, trying to get as much of me inside as he could. I looked into his deep blue eyes and felt like I was touching his very soul. I started out slow, and I intended to stay slow the whole time. Brett couldn't help himself and moaned a little when I pulled almost all the way out and then sank into him again. I shushed him and lifted his left leg over my shoulder. Brett rubbed my chest and belly with one hand and my butt with the other. It was like he had to feel as much of me as he could while I was joined together with him. I touched his cheek softly and he rubbed himself against me. I hadn't meant to, but my hips started slapping against his butt and making a little sound that was obviously sex. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. Brett was beyond ecstasy when I took hold of his calf and sucked on one of his toes. We were lost in what we were doing. Instead of being worried about the sounds we were making, I was now freely pounding his ass and making that slapping sound as my hips slammed into him. Brett's voice was breaking as he moaned and writhed. He took one of my hands in his and locked our fingers together. He wasn't touchy-feely very often, but when we were making love, he'd often want to hold my hand. I never said anything about it, but it was one of those little things that made me love him even more. After a few more minutes of loving each other, he moaned softly and sprayed his white stuff all over his chest and belly. I felt my own dam burst inside and thrust myself into him one last time and felt myself unload into him. I felt like it wasn't going to stop. I rubbed his cum all over his chest before collapsing onto him. I hugged him and kissed his neck while I waited to get my heart to stop trying to get out of my chest. "So much for just sucking." Brett whispered into my ear. "Yeah. I think we might have made too much noise, too." I said quietly. "You'd think we've done it enough by now that we would have learned how to do it quietly." Brett laughed, softly stroking my back. "I think I could fall asleep just like this." "Me too, except my knees are killing me." I said. I pulled him up out of the chair, and his knees were so weak that he could hardly walk the short distance to the bed. I wiped down his smooth, soft chest and belly so that he wouldn't ruin my sheets. Then we slipped into each other's arms under the covers and snuggled closely. We were asleep in minutes. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * That wraps up chapter two. As you can see, the boys are more used to doing certain things together now. In the scene of their first time I didn't want them to be very good at what they were doing. But now they've been doing this for over a year now and they have learned a thing or two. But still, it's not exactly perfect every time. I forgot to thank Nick Archer in the last chapter. He helped me to decide what direction to go when I was trying to decide how to start off that chapter. I think it was the right way to handle going from age 14 to 16. Don't forget, I have a yahoo group now! Those that joined already got to read this chapter early. You get the first look at the new chapters too if you join. You also get to vote in polls and see some other fun stuff. Here's the address: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/squirrelwriter I hope you'll join! Also, I love email. I really do! Here's the addresses for that: vicioussquirrel@hotmail.com OR jkwsquirrel@yahoo.com Thanks for reading! See you next time.