Chapter 14
Things work out at last
Back
at school things sort of got back to normal. Buster still felt a little
weird about being around my folks and it took a while to get over that,
but I spent the night at his place as often as we thought was wise and
always had a good time. The tension between Joey and me eased up some
and he spent a lot of time with Joe and once or twice Joe even spent
the night at our place, but I was careful not to get myself into
situations that might lead to sex. Joe took me aside the first time he
stayed over and we had a long talk and he told me he understood where I
was coming from, but that I was hurting Joey by cutting him off and
that he didn't know if the kid could stand it much longer. That really
hit home and I did a lot of thinking about things after that. I still
wasn't ready to go back to the way things were, but I was weakening and
I figured it was just a matter of time before I caved.
Cody and Kenny knew
something
was up with us but we didn't tell them about it right away. It was at a
school dance that we finally told them. We felt a little weird going to
a school dance stag, but we weren't alone. Lots of guys went solo,
although most were hoping to find girls there, most just stood around
and shot the bull and dreamed. We had a great time though and even
danced a few dances with some cute girls. See, even though we were gay
we were still cute boys and the girls liked us...lol. So after that
dance
we were more popular than ever with both the boys and the girls.
Anyway it was outside
while
sitting on a wall and drinking punch that Cody asked us what was going
on. We didn't pretend not to know what he was talking about and we told
them the whole story while they just sat and stared at us with looks of
horror in their eyes. When we had finished telling our story, they both
had a lot of questions and we answered them as honestly as possible.
Cody said he was sorry it had happened to us and that now he would be
twice as careful when him and Kenny were together so it wouldn't happen
to them, because he was pretty sure his folks would just kill him and
hide the body if they caught him messing with another boy. We sort of
laughed nervously at that, but I wasn't entirely sure he was kidding.
We all went in after that and
Cody and Kenny went off to the bathroom and didn't come back for a long
time and me and Buster figured they were getting busy in there, but we
were too paranoid to try it ourselves. Since it was a school night
there was no staying over and Buster's folks picked us up and dropped
us kids off before taking Buster home. At school the next day Cody
invited me and Buster to his birthday party. Yeah, I know it seems like
there are a lot of birthdays, but all of us had one and they were all
at different times and we were all tight so naturally we invited each
other to our parties.
Cody's birthday party was on
a
Saturday and we were all pumped about it. Even Joey and Joe were
invited since Joe had been so cool about inviting Cody and Kenny to his
party, and I was glad my little bro wasn't gonna be left out. There was
a sleepover afterwards but only Kenny and a kid named Brian were
staying over. We didn't hold it against Cody, we knew his folks weren't
quite as cool as Joe's or ours were and that kid Brian was Cody's
cousin, but not the one he had told us about when we first met him.
But we had a really good time
and Cody's folks pretty much left us alone after the cake and ice cream
part was over and by six o'clock it was pretty much just
us main group of friends and Cody's cousin Brian. Brian seemed like a
pretty nice kid but was younger than all of us. He was only nine and
seemed a little immature for his age. He was a cute kid though with big
brown eyes and a sweet smile and I liked him right off the bat. He
seemed to take to me too and Buster kidded me about robbing the cradle
and stuff and I cuffed him and told him to get his mind out of the
gutter. I think the kid just felt sort of lonely and out of place and
needed someone to make him feel welcome. I mean it's not like Cody was
mean to him or rude, but let's face it, all he could see was Kenny when
they were together and I wondered if his parents were really as blind
and stupid as he thought they were.
Joey and Joe were nice to
Brian
too, but they were nice to everyone and Brian didn't seem to take to
them as well as he did to me. He followed me around like a puppy, but I
didn't mind as long as Buster didn't and he was cool with it. It wasn't
like me and Buster were going to sneak off and have sex, even though we
wanted
too...lol, so it was no big deal to let the kid hang with us. Once
when he went off to use the bathroom Cody came over and apologized for
Brian bothering us and we told him it was cool and not to worry, to
just enjoy his time with Kenny. He thanked us and ran off to see what
Kenny was doing and we didn't see much of the two of
them the rest of the party.
My mom picked us up
about 8 and
Buster was really quiet around her at first. Then she pulled the van
over on the side of the road
and had a talk with him. I was amazed at what she was doing, but that
was my mom.
"Buster, honey....you have got
to get over this thing. When you're around us you act like someone
died. We don't hate you or blame you for anything and we want you to be
comfortable around us. We love you like our own son and you are always
welcome
in our home. I know it is a little uncomfortable and maybe a little
weird but I promise you we won't treat you any differently than we did
before."
I was shocked to see Buster was
crying and Joey was patting him gently and that almost made me cry. My
mom gave him a minute to pull himself together and then she said, "You
are going to spend the night at our house tonight. I have already asked
your parents and they approved. I promise you no one will treat you any
differently than we did before all this business, you are just going to
have to trust me on that one." She let that sink in then she said, " Do
you want to spend the night?"
He nodded and wiped his eyes and
then smiled sadly, "You guys are the greatest. I'm sorry.....I
should've believed you before. I promise I won't act that way any more,
okay?"
My mom smiled and reached back
and managed to snag Buster's hand and she rubbed it gently, "Welcome
back sweetie."
Then she let go of his hand,
started the van, and drove us home. We were grinning all the way to my
house and I felt like things were finally gonna be okay. Joey seemed
happy too and it suddenly occurred to me that mom had just made this
terrific speech in front of Joey who was supposed to be ignorant of the
whole affair. Did she know I had told him, or had she felt he needed to
know and told him herself? I would certainly have to ask him about it
later.
My dad was watching football
when we came in and Buster asked him who was playing and before I knew
it he was piled down next to my dad on the couch watching the game. I
hate football and Joey prefers baseball so we went off to help mom fix
dinner and let them re-bond. I was a little nervous about leaving
Buster in there alone with my dad, but I loved and trusted them both
and I knew things would work out just fine. We helped mom ice some
cookies and she fixed her famous meatloaf and things seemed just like
old times.
We ate dinner like we were one
big happy family and Buster seemed to finally accept that my parents
meant what they had said. Joey was a little clown all during dinner and
mom was giggling at all his jokes and I could see the love in her eyes.
He was still her favorite but I didn't care, I knew she loved me and
after
all I was dad's favorite and even my being gay hadn't changed that.
After dinner my parents
insisted on cleaning up the mess and sent us boys off to watch a movie
or play video games. We started out in the family room but eventually
moved up to my room and Joey and Buster played PS2 while I took a
shower. Afterwards Joey went in and took a bath and Buster and I groped
each other and kissed but didn't risk any more right then. There would
be plenty of private time later.
That night was something
wonderful for me and Buster. Even though he was still a little self
conscious about being around my parents, once the bedroom door was
locked he was his old self. Joey knew how important it was for us to
have our time together and he left us about 10 o'clock and we didn't
see him again till morning. He gave us both a big hug and I kissed him
on the lips and whispered in his ear, "Thanks little bro. I love you."
He was all smiles as he left and I knew things were finally going to be
okay between us again.
I think that night we got maybe
two hours of sleep. It was about eleven or so by the time we finally
settled into my bed and the fireworks began a minute later. It's a good
thing we were both healthy and strong cause otherwise we might not have
made it through the night...lol. I mean we had sex like four times in
every way you can imagine and only quit cause we basically passed out.
As soon as the light was out I
was on top of Buster kissing him as I slid my body down his and our
boners rubbed together. I tasted his toothpaste breath and he thrust
his tongue into my mouth as far as it would go. I have always loved
kissing Buster but that night it was as if I had just discovered my
love for kissing for the first time. I couldn't get enough of his lips
and even though I wanted to move on down and taste the rest of him, I
kept on kissing him for a long time.
When I finally unlocked my lips
from his I slid down to his neck and for the first time since we met, I
gave him a hickey. I made sure it would be below his neckline so no one
would see, but it was a good one the next day and we laughed about it.
I sucked his nipples like I always do and he went nuts as I nibbled on
them. I could feel the wetness of our pre-cum all over our pubes and
stomach and that drove me crazy. I slid down a little further and
licked his tummy and traced a path down to his belly button. It tasted
salty and good and I licked it for a long time as he moaned softly. He
told me the next day that it was hard not to be loud, but he was afraid
my rents would hear him, so he kept the noise down.
His cock was right there below my
chin, hard and throbbing and I could smell the sexy musky smell it was
giving off and it was all I could do not to swallow it down right then,
but I hadn't waited this long to end things so soon. I wanted all of
him
for as long as we could stand the wait. I moved down to his balls and
licked them as he moaned and ran his fingers through my hair. His
balls were awesome, all smooth and full of Buster Juice and they had a
unique taste of their own. I had worked up to the point where I could
hold both of them in my mouth at once even though it was a mouthful and
when I did that he always went nuts...lol.
His nuts have a unique taste,
different than the rest of him and it drove me crazy with lust. I
finally managed to pry myself off of his nuts and gave them one last
lick before I ran my tongue down his leg all the way to his feet. I
smiled when I saw that little braided ankle bracelet that meant so much
to us both. I fingered my matching one as I kissed his ankle and I felt
so much love I couldn't stand it.
I had been thinking about his
feet a lot lately. Now that Joey's feet were off limits I needed a foot
fix and Buster's feet might not be as small and soft and cute as my
little bro's but they were pretty awesome and I went after them like a
Rottweiler on a pork chop. He wasn't as used to that sort of stuff as
Joey was, but he liked it, not because it especially felt good for him,
but because of the effect it had on me.
I licked the bottoms of his feet
and he sort of shivered but didn't pull away event though I knew it
must've tickled and when I started sucking his toes he relaxed a little
and laid back and really started to enjoy it. I could see his boner
throbbing and calling my name, but it would just have to wait till I
got my oral toe fix. I made a pig of myself that night and didn't let
up till every inch of his feet and all his toes were serviced.
Finally it was time for the good
stuff, the prize, the hot dog express. I climbed up his body like
Tarzan on a grapevine and grabbed his cock and gave it a gentle
squeeze. He let out a little yelp and then sighed as I went down on
him. His cock tasted so good, it was like a meal to a starving man, and
I couldn't get enough. I used my tongue to lap up all the pre-cum and
it tasted extra good that night. I had had sex with Buster many times
before that night, but for some reason everything we did that night
seemed better and lasted longer and I felt like I could've sucked his
beautiful cock all night long.
Unfortunately, Buster couldn't
hold out that long. I mean he tried to hold off as long as he could,
but he was feeling things just as intensely as I was and before too
long he was squirming and thrusting and then he began to erupt. The
first volley caught me off guard and slid down my throat untasted, but
I was ready for the next one and caught it on my tongue and savored the
unique flavor. The next one was weaker but actually tasted stronger
then the last one and I held it in my mouth and enjoyed the flavor
before swallowing it down. He dribbled a little after that and I
managed to get a little more than just held him in my mouth till he
began to go soft. I pulled off and planted a big sloppy kiss on the
head of his cock before moving up to lay beside him.
Buster's eyes were closed
and
he was breathing heavily and as I laid my hand on his chest I could
feel his heart beating fast, like a little bird in his chest. I kissed
his cheek and let him rest a little while but it was him who started
the next chapter of our love story that night.
He rolled into me and kissed me
on the lips and when he pulled away he held my bottom lip between his
teeth and stretched it out a little before letting it snap back. He
giggled and stuck his tongue in my ear then whispered, "Fuck me lover
boy. Fuck me hard and make me yours."
If you think I was horny before,
once I heard his dirty talk I was shaking with lust for him. I mounted
him as he lay on his back with his legs raised high, using only spit
and the gallon or so of pre-cum my dick was leaking and I sank right
in. His guts felt extra hot and silky smooth and they hugged me like a
comfortable pair of undies. I sighed as I sank in and just lay there
for a while letting my senses flow out to that part of me inside my
lover and marveling at the feeling.
When I started moving it was like
little electric shocks traveling through my body. I moved slowly at
first like I usually did, but as the feeling built I began to move
faster and faster. He continued to talk dirty the whole time I was
inside him, moving faster and faster, my balls slapping against his
ass, his legs high over my shoulder as he grunted and talked dirty to
me and soon I was near the edge of no return.
I fell down on him buried deep
inside him and just lay there unmoving till the feeling passed before I
started up again. I managed to hold out a good fifteen minutes longer
by doing this but this time when the feeling came, I rode the wave to
the end. I cried out as I came and I didn't care who heard me. I was
doing more than just getting my nut, I was claiming something that was
mine. If Buster had been a girl he would have not doubt been
impregnated at that moment, but instead my seed merely marked him as
mine.
I kissed him as I began to come
and his tongue met mine in combat, I was vaguely aware of a wetness
between us and realized he had come again just from being fucked. I
have never been able to achieve that particular feat, but Buster was
able to do it many times during those crazy wonderful years of our
sexual antics and occasionally even today.
Eventually I managed to pull out
and untwine myself from Buster's body and I fell down beside him once
more to kiss and cuddle till the next session. The night was ours and
our love was like something new, or at least something treasured that
had been refound. We didn't know what tomorrow or the next day or
the next would bring, but for now everything was alright in our little
world.
We made love again and again that
night and each time seemed just as fresh and wonderful as the last. We
showered half way through because of the mess and the second half of
night of sex was strictly oral. A fabulous sixty nine and separate
beejays crowned the evening and then we passed out still wrapped up in
each other and didn't wake till late the next morning.
Buster was fine the next day and
able to look my folks in the eye despite defiling their little boy over
and over the night before, lol, and I knew he had finally accepted that
things would be fine despite what had happened that fateful night after
our DL vacation.
We spent the next day just doing
boy stuff with my little brother. We rode our bikes to the park, Buster
pumping Joey on his bike, and we shot hoops and lay in the grass and
talked and looked up at the clouds and saw shapes there and shared our
love with one another. There would be many days like that one in our
lives but that day stands out in my mind because of the simplicity and
innocence of it. I loved Buster and I loved my little brother and life
was good. I had finally accepted who I was and the great thing was, so
had my folks. So many kids weren't that lucky and you read about some
kid everyday killing themselves because they were gay and felt alone
and hated. Being gay wasn't something I would have chosen, but it was
how I was, and I could learn to live with it as long as I had people
around me who loved me and understood me. People like my folks and my
family, good friend like Joe and Cody and Kenny. We were lucky kids to
have found each other when we were discovering our sexuality and
hopefully we'd be together long enough to make it to the end of that
discovery.
End Chapters 13-14
Dear readers. You don't know
how
close I came to ending this story at chapter 14. I had it all written
and was satisfied that it was right, then I laid down to sleep that
night and Dommie and Joey and Buster kept coming to me in my head
and I realized I didn't want to leave them yet. Yes, I have fallen in
love with my own creations and I want to continue to follow them as
they grow and learn and evolve into human beings. I hope you want that
too, and will continue to follow the story as it evolves. I don't
know how long it will take to tell all that there is to tell, but I
hope it will be worth the trip.
I continue to be inspired by those
who have written and offered words of praise, encouragement, and
suggestions to make the story better. I value each and every one of my
readers and welcome your comments and suggestions.
Contact me at: kewl_dad1@hotmail.com
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Thanks again,
Rob (Kewl Dad)