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'With Arms Outstretched' - Chapter 3
"Scott, can I ask you something personal?" I asked timidly.
I didn't say anything for a few seconds, maybe even a minute. "Are you… are you gay?"
"Yes. And I know you're gay too." He said calmly and matter-of-factly.
"How do you know I am? Oh, you saw me looking at you, huh?"
"Well, there's that. But I knew it from how you care so much about everybody. And how you worry about Nick, and how you watch him."
"Oh. And I can't help but wonder if you like… me."
"Ty, you are handsome, with a perfect personality. If you were a few years older or I were a few years younger, I'd totally go after you."
"Thanks." I said flattered. "Are you… have you ever…"
"I'm a virgin. Sort of."
"I've given and gotten blow jobs. No anal though. Have you done anything with anybody?"
"No. You are the first other gay guy I've met. I think I'm in love, though."
"Scott, you are handsome, with a perfect personality. If you were a few years younger or I was a few years older, I'd totally go after you." I said using his words.
Scott giggled and said "Oh."
"I'm not comfortable giving the name. But this guy is not even gay."
"Ah. Every gay guy's dilemma. The ever unavailable straight guy. We should head back, I think my balls fell off." Scott chuckled.
"I could check for you, if you like."
"Ty, I'm not comfortable doing anything with you. You're too young. I'm legally an adult, and you're, what, thirteen?"
"I wasn't one-hundred percent serious. But can I ask you something else?"
"Would you mind telling me who this guy you've been with is?"
Scott thought for a minute. "His name is Everett. He's in college, majoring in computer science. He's three years older than I am. I'm not in love, he's helping me figure out who I am. But do me a favour. My family doesn't know I'm gay, don't mention any of this around anybody."
"Of course. If you'll do the same for me."
"Of course. Tyler, I'm serious. No one can find out." Scott said quietly but with conviction.
I looked at Scott seriously and said "You have my word."
"Now let's go. My dad's probably got the grill fired up!"
Scott and I swam as fast as we could back to the cabin. Scott. of course, being the bigger, more athletic person, beat me there. I was panting, fighting to catch my breath from the rigorous swim back. Nick walked up to me.
"Hey, you alright? What were you and Scott doing way out there?"
"I'm fine. Scott pulled me into the water and splashed me. So chased him around the water and that's where he fled to. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, nothing. I just didn't know how Scott would be around you."
"Why? Were you expecting him to be… an ass?"
"Well, yeah. Scott is usually not so… open to any of my other friends."
"Oh." was all I said, finally caught my breath.
"Hey, Nick! What time is that party ya going to?" Ken called from the cabin's patio where he was grilling.
"In a couple hours, Uncle Ken!" Nick called back. "You going or still against it?" Nick asked me.
"I'll drive you boys back into town after we've finished eating!" Ken called again.
"No, I'm going. Lenny convinced me to talk Sophie down."
"Nick! Ty! Come, dig in! Where's Scott at?" Natasha called from where Ken was earlier.
Nick and I both shrugged our shoulders as to answer the Scott question. We walked to the patio with towels around our arms to keep us warm.
The food was delicious! Steaks, burgers, hotdogs, grilled chicken breasts, a tossed salad, potato salad, and a veggie platter. For dessert, someone had made a cheesecake. I'm assuming it was Natasha.
After that meal, I walked around the property by myself, taking all the beauty and serenity in. It was magnificent. My parents own a cabin as well, it's just not like this. I can't explain it.
"I love it here. My wish is that I could live here for the summer." Nick said as he and Scott approached.
"The only problem I'd have is no cell reception." I said as I got my cell phone out of my pocket and waving it.
Scott laughed heartily. "You're such a girl." he said teasingly.
"Oh, really?" I asked. Scott nodded. "If I'm a girl, then you must be my bestest girlfriend."
Scott took a stance that suggested he was about to run. "I'm giving you ten seconds!" he warned.
I took the warning and bolted for the trees. But before I got more than I few feet, Scott yelled "Ten!" He didn't even start from the beginning! But it made it more fun. Scott ran after me. Within seconds, Scott pushed me to ground and landed on top of me. He tickled all over, everywhere. My thighs, the stomach, my sides, my ribs, my underarms, and my neck. I was laughing hysterically. Tears fell freely from the laughter. After a while, my muscles became extremely uncomfortable from being tickled too long. Scott stopped his attack. Again, my breathing was laboured from the huge laughter fit. It was then I noticed Nick looking at us on the ground with such love in his eyes.
"You okay, Nick?" Scott asked.
Nick smiled and said "Yeah. Great. You're different with Ty. You don't do anything with my other friends."
"Oh. I, uhh…" Scott stammered.
"Thank you." Nick said genuinely.
Scott gave Nick a warm smile.
"Nicholas! Tyler! I'll drive you home now!" Ken called from the cabin.
All three of us walked back to the cabin from the clearing behind the cabin, I guess you could call it a backyard. Nick and I packed our swimming trunks, towels and worn clothes in our backpacks. They were all dry by now.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Ty. I hope to see you again soon." Natasha said politely as Nick and I followed Ken to the truck.
"Thank you for having me. I had a great time, Missus…. ya know, I don't even know your last name." I said embarrassingly.
"Zanders. Kenneth and Natasha Zanders. But you can call me Tasha."
"Well, thank you. And you have a wonderful cabin here. I feel…. I don't know. While I was here I felt something to it."
"Well, next time we take Nick here, we'll be sure to invite you, too." Ken said opening the truck door.
"Bye, Crystal. Bye, Scott." I said turning to them.
Scott gave the sexiest crooked smile and said "Bye."
"You know, Tasha said you were more mature for your age and I'm just finally seeing it now." Ken said as he started driving away.
"My parents would disagree with you right quick." I said with a humorous smile.
"They just haven't seen the side that he's showed us." Nick said to Ken.
The rest of the hour-long drive home was uneventful. Ken and I asked questions about each other. The basics. Ken asked about my grades, my friends, my school life, my home life, my family. He even asked if I smoked anything, or drank. I asked Ken the same type of questions. What he does for a living, where he went to school, how he and Tasha met, etc.
"Ty! Tyler!" Lenny yelled from his bedroom window as I was walking up to the front door of my house. I looked up at him, and he waved for me to go to him. I turned in my tracks and made my way to Lenny's front door.
"Dude, where ya been? I've been trying to call!" Lenny said in frustration as I walked though his bedroom door. Lenny had an outfit laid out on his bed. I guess he was getting ready for Sophie's birthday party.
"Nick's uncle Ken took us to his cabin with his family. It was awesome! We swam, and Ken grilled up a freaking storm! Tasha and Ken said next time they're going up there, they'll invite me and Nick again. They were gonna invite you too but you had to go visit your grandma. So how was that?" I said quickly.
Lenny giggled at my evident excitement and replied, "It was good. Would've been so much better if my uncle Fred and cousin Austin weren't there!"
Lenny's cousin Austin is a three years older than we are and is a total dick. Like father, like son. Lenny's uncle Fred older than Nate and is a dick to Lenny and his family because Nate got the 1967 Chevy Impala when they were teenagers. Nate and Fred's dad had already bought a car for Fred, and had given the Impala to Nate when he graduated high school. So, of course, Fred has been jealous of Nate ever since. So he's a dick to them. Mature, huh? Lenny's grandfather was George Joss. When Nate and Fred were teenagers, George bought the Impala for himself and had given his old car to Fred. But Lenny's grandmother didn't like the new car and they didn't keep it long before Nate graduated and got the car as a congratulations gift.
"That car thing happened, like, a hundred years ago! Fred needs to grow up and get over it!" I said as I was lying on Lenny's bed turning my phone back on. My phone beeped many times, indicating missed calls, voice mails, and text messages. "I was only gone 4 hours." I had voice mails from my dad asking where I was. I guess my mom didn't tell him where I'd be. Even Curtis left a voice mail asking the same. I got countless text messages from my dad and Curtis asking the same. A couple texts from my mom asking when I'd be back. John, Kevin and Gary left voice mails asking if I was still not going to Sophie's party. I finally got through all my messages and closed my cell phone.
"I'm gonna go ready for the party. Pick me up when you're ready." I said dreadfully, walking out of Lenny's bedroom.
"Sorry I left those voice mails on your phone, kid. Mom called a few minutes ago and said you were swimming with a friend. Where'd you go?" Curtis asked as I walked through the front door. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs.
"Nick's uncle Ken took us to his cabin with his family. It was fantastic! Hey, I don't remember meeting Scott, your basketball teammate. He's Nick's cousin."
"Scott? Scott Zanders? I introduced the guys a few years ago. He said I had a great little brother. I asked what he meant. He said you and I seemed close. Weird, that boy is."
"I'm going to a party. Gonna go change." and I ascended the stairs.
I got to the top of the stair and my dad just came out of the communal bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist. He turned and noticed me walking to my bedroom. He startled and his towel dropped to the floor.
"AAAHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs at the sight of my father naked. Sure he does his best to keep himself healthy and fit, but I'm not incestuous. I don't look at Curtis nor my father like that. I ran to my bedroom in agony, covering my eyes.
I heard Curtis come running up the stair. "What happened?" he asked with a worried tone. By now I was in my bedroom trying to regain my composure. "Ah, dad, what's wrong with your bathroom?"
"I don't know. I needed to shower fast, so I showered here. I'm was gonna fix my bathroom next."
That's the great thing about having a dad for plumber. He can work on it himself or have one of his employees do it. My favourite is Shane. He's in his late twenties, with beard stubble all the time. Holy, that was sexy as fuck. He is fun, with a good sense of humour. Last month, there was a small problem with our kitchen sink, Dad had Shane work on it. I was the only one home, it was after school. Both parents at work and Curtis at basketball practice, Lenny had a cold and was on house arrest for that. I went to the kitchen to get a soda, but I really just wanted a glance at the God of a man.
"How's it goin' there, Tyler?" Shane asked as I reached into the fridge.
"Everybody calls me Ty, I much prefer that. But I'm goooood." I replied as lightly as I could. Being called Tyler annoys me. I don't know why, it just does. I guess it's from everybody calling me Ty all my life.
I opened the can of soda and looked to Shane. He was using some kind of wrench on something. I guess he pushed too hard because it slipped and sprayed water all over. His plain white t-shirt got most of it. He fought to stop the flow. When the water wasn't spraying anymore, he turned to look at me. The shirt was now see-through, transparent. I could see his muscles, those nipples, that little patch of chest hair. Then he did something I had not expected. He removed his wet shirt. I swear I was about to cum right there just watching him take his shirt off his wet body. His wet, white-as-paste body with pink nipples. A dark trail of hair from his navel down. His black hair dripping down his gorgeous face.
I laughed at Shane, though, all I really wanted was to attack his body with my lips. But I doubt he was gay. Or that he was attracted to younger people.
"Can I get a towel?" Shane asked near frustration.
"You know where the bathroom is." I said trying my hardest to suppress my laughter.
I was brought out of my thoughts by my dad entering my room. Yes, fully clothed.
"Hey." my dad greeted awkwardly. "Sorry you had--"
"Dargh! Argh! Please don't remind me!" I groaned. You could feel the awkwardness. You could probably bottle it for a later date.
"So, what are you up to?" my dad asked seeing me standing at my closet.
"Birthday party. Sophie Graham's." I replied still awkwardly.
"Are you two… uhh…?"
"No! No. I believe she likes me, but I don't reciprocate."
"Reciprocate? I'm forty-one-years-old and I don't even talk like that. They're teaching more complicated stuff in school than when I was your age." my dad with a chuckle. It was still awkward.
My dad is not uneducated. He graduated high school and studied Business Administration later.
"No. I don't know why I say things like that. I just… it just pops into my head."
"Mm." my dad said plainly. "So…"
"Have fun!" my dad retreating from my room.
I was thankful he was gone. I don't know how long it's gonna be awkward between us. But the images of Shane the sexy-ass plumber shirtless and wet flooded my head again. My dick stirred in my pants again, coming to life. The thought of rubbing one out crossed my mind. Lenny should be another fifteen to twenty minutes yet. And my dad shouldn't be seeing me for quite a while yet because of the discomfort between us. And my mom is… I don't know where she was. Curtis and I have an agreement that we only go into each other's rooms when it's an emergency. You see, I walked in on Curtis masturbating over a year ago. At the time I didn't know what it was, but he taught me. Not by demonstrating on himself or me, believe it or not, he taught me using a banana. So that's how we made the agreement about entering the other's room.
So I decided to do it. I sprawled out on my bed. lifting my shirt over my stomach. I undid the button of my jeans and unzipped the fly. I slid my pants all the way down to around my ankles. By now my teen cock was at full mast; standing at four and one-quarter inches long with the foreskin covering half the head below a small growing patch of pubic hair. My scrotum still as smooth as the day I was born. I firmly grasped the foreskin and slid it up slowly, then back down slowly. I thought about Lenny, imagining him naked, hard and masturbating and kissing me. The thought got me super hard. Then I thought about Scott. Him taking me in the lake or in the woods. Pre-cum oozed out of the slit on my cock head. I swirled it around my head of my dick. That elicited a pleasurable gasp to escape my lips. I grasped my dick's foreskin again and slid it up, then down, then up, then down. I continued these actions while thinking about that hot-as-hell plumber Shane again. I then thought about Lenny, Scott and Shane all at the same time. What we would all be doing if they were here with me. But I stopped my actions abruptly because…
"AARGH!" my dad screamed as the door to my bedroom opened.
I panicked. I didn't know what to do. By instinct, I covered my crotch with both my hands. I just laid there on my bed, pants down to ankles, shirt lifted up over belly, hands covering my fast-deflating cock. Must have been a sight for a father to see his pre-pubescent son pretty much nude, masturbating.
My dad fled my bedroom immediately.
'Great, now things between my dad and I are gonna be awkward for the rest of my life!' I thought to myself.
I quickly pulled my pants up and fastened them. I went back over to my closet to pick an outfit. I had just laid out my jeans and a shirt when there was a quiet knock at my door. From the volume, or lack there of, of the knock, I knew it was my dad.
"Come in," I called nervously.
My dad came through the door trying to look composed. He failed miserably.
I didn't respond because I though he was trying to collect his thought before saying something else. It appeared he wasn't.
"Hey. Hi… dad."
"You -- I -- listen… don't be embarrassed. Mas -- doing that is perfectly normal. In fact, I do it once in a while."
"Argh! DAD! Don't! Just… don't! I know… doing that… is normal. It just doesn't seem… comfortable being caught. Especially by your parents!"
"Yeah…" my dad trailed awkwardly.
"Can… can you give Lenny and me a ride to the Graham's?"
"Yeah. The Graham's. For Sophie's birthday party."
"So, can you?"
"Oh, umm, sure."
"Or we can walk," I said sensing he was still uncomfortable.
"No, no! I'll drive you."
Then Lenny walked into my bedroom. He looked sexy as ever. Tattered classic Levi's jeans, and a blue Hollister t-shirt under a red Abercrombie hoodie. His hair was pushed back, revealing his whole face.
"Dude, your face is red. I mean, like, red!" Lenny said, clearly amused.
My dad's eyes bugged out in embarrassment. He walked out of my room at a very fast pace.
"What happened?" Lenny asked looking at my bedroom door which my dad had closed on his way out.
"Nothing." I said a little too quickly. It went noticed by Lenny.
Lenny looked at me expectantly. He cocked an eyebrow.
"Okay, fine. First, my dad's towel came off and I saw the whole thing (I shivered in disgust at the memory). Then he walked in on me stroking off."
As expected, Lenny laughed. Then he laughed some more. As Lenny laughed at the incidents and my chagrin about them. As Lenny laughed, I started undressing to change into the outfit I had picked out for Sophie's party. Lenny and I never had any issues or discomfort changing in front of each other. I'd just sneak a peek once in a while.
"So are you really goin' to this party? Or are you gonna chicken out?" Lenny asked seriously as I kicked my jeans off.
"I'm going. I need to talk to Sophie sooner rather than later." I replied grabbing the pair of Levi's jeans.
"Why don't you like Sophie?" Lenny asked as I slid the Levi's up my legs.
"I don't know… I just don't… I guess." I replied awkwardly zipping up the Levi's. "Do you like Sophie?" I asked grabbing a plain white t-shirt.
Lenny thought about it for a minute. "Now that I think about it, no."
"So quit being a little bitch and bitching about Sophie when you don't even like her!" I scolded with a smile, showing I was teasing. "Which sweater should I use?"
Lenny got up off the bed and walked to me at my closet. One of his hands grabbed my shoulder and the other punched my lower back, causing me to fall to the floor.
"This one." Lenny said grabbing a green Hollister hoodie and throwing on my face.
I looked in my full-length mirror, making sure I looked appropriate for the party. I thought I looked good. But now I was having second thoughts about going. I was having an internal argument with myself.
"You ready?" Lenny asked standing by the door.
I looked to him unsure. Should I stay? Should I go? Should I be brave and face Sophie? Do I chicken out and not go?
"Tyler! God, your lost in your head again, aren't you?"
"No! No. I'm not."
"So can we go already?"
To Be Continued…
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