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Bodega Bay
by Nick

Chapter Twenty

"You ready buddy?" my grandpa asked, pulling away from the breakfast table and tossing his napkin down on his plate before heartily patting his fit stomach with his hands and standing up. "We need to get a jump on the day. Your dad's going to be home before you know it."
I nodded my answer as I held my cup to my lips, trying to down the last of my milk in one gulp, washing away the half of a piece of toast I had shoved into my mouth in order to hasten our departure. When I was done, I jumped up and followed my grandpa out the back door, where he handed me a pair of gloves to wear.
I had a lot of work to do.
The afternoon before I might have foreseen my fate, but perhaps not as clearly I was seeing it at that point. Justin and I were busted, and there was no way to escape my punishment. When I thought back on it, I wasn't so sure it wasn't worth it. We took a chance and it didn't pay off. Especially for me.
Justin got off easy, in my opinion, because he had more understanding parents. My dad was the definition of intolerance, so his angry reaction came as no surprise to me. I think the thing that threw me off the most was the fact that he hadn't come more unglued than he actually did when he found out what we were up to. Of course, his relatively reserved response was only an impetus for him to think my punishment out in a more detailed fashion, and I really paid the price.


"Kevin I can't believe you!" were the first words out of my father's mouth when we were alone. "Why?"
Of course I was terrified as I stood toe to toe with the man who towered over me, his forehead twitching in obvious irritation. I slowly shook my head from side to side, not sure what answer to provide him. It was more than obvious that he was beyond furious with me, and I wasn't sure what my immediate future held at that moment.
Justin's mom and dad were furious with the two of us, too, but they didn't have the same angry explosion my dad did. They both reiterated to us that they were disappointed in both of us, and that they had trusted us to make better decisions. I felt especially ashamed that Justin's mom had caught us red handed, and that there was no real explanation for what we had been doing when she caught us except for the truth.
"Kevin I'm talking to you," my dad said in a booming voice. "Answer me. Why did you skip school today?"
"I don't know," I answered in an almost inaudible tone. I watched as he took a deep breath and unbuckled his belt, feeling nervous about my chances of being whipped.
"That's not good enough, son," my dad said in a calmer tone. "There's a reason for everything, and I think you know why you skipped. Until you can come clean you need to go to your room. And stay off of your computer."
I had just turned to walk to my room when I felt his hand on my shoulder, stopping me in my tracks.
"I need your Sidekick, too," he said with his hand out. I sighed heavily and handed him my favorite new toy, feeling truly defeated now. I turned toward my room once again and made the trek down the hallway. When I got to my room, I didn't even bother to close the door. Instead I kicked my shoes off and laid down on my bed, staring at my ceiling and wondering to myself if losing my Sidekick 2 and my PC for the night was worth skipping school to be alone with Justin all day. My mind drifted back to the day we spent together and a smile crept over my face as thoughts of the fun we had crossed through my mind.
I truly had no idea that a house could clear out so early in the morning, but that was exactly what happened everyday at Justin's. His dad was out the door before anyone else woke up, and his mom wasn't too far behind. I had stayed over the night before while Justin's parents were out of town at some function I knew nothing about. His brother was in charge, which pretty much meant we had no supervision. We finished our homework while we waited for Mark to come over, then we all went into the garage and smoked a few bowls.
While we were getting high in the garage I glanced over at the Camaro, thinking about the kiss Justin and I had shared, a kiss we were both enjoying when his mom suddenly appeared out of nowhere. I wasn't too sure at the time what caught my attention, because the sound of her voice and the rapping on the window seemed to start at the same time. Whatever it was, it made us both jump and we separated instantaneously.
I pressed my back as hard as I could against the seat I was in as I heard the car door opening and waited for the worst. 
"Justin, dinner's almost done, sweetie," she said softly, then she cocked her head to the side and examined the two of us almost suspiciously. "Are you guys okay?"
"We're okay," Justin said as he nodded his head quickly, his tone almost one of desperation. "I'll be right in."
"Okay," she said, her tone letting us know that she was no longer worried about us. "Kevin, you know you're free to stay for supper too. We're having hot dogs and chili beans."
"Chili beans?" Justin exclaimed with a silly grin. "Dad's gonna fart all night, mom. Why did you make that?"
"Oh behave, silly," she said with a smile. "We'll suffer together." With that, she shut the car door and went back inside. When the coast was clear I breathed a sigh of relief, then a new panic washed over me as I felt Justin's hand let go of mine. It hadn't dawned on me that he and I had been holding hands the entire time his mom was talking to us. It made me wonder what she really saw.
I smiled and closed my eyes as I felt Mark's arms lock around my body, holding me close to him as he kissed the top of my head and bringing me out of my thoughts. It wasn't too long before we were engaged in a long, passionate kiss that cost the two of us at least three hits of the bowl.
As we broke our kiss, I saw Justin's brother produce something new from behind his chair. It was tubular, but it had a stem and a bowl near its base, where it seemed a little wider in girth. He pinched a frosty looking bud from his sack and packed it into the bowl, then he held it out for Mark, who reached over me and took the contraption into his hands.
"What's that?" I asked, feeling a little foolish for not knowing already.
"It's a bong," Mark said thoughtfully, holding the open end to my mouth. "Just draw a hit in when I light the bowl. Make sure you make a good seal with your lips."
I did what he told me to do, and in no time, I was enjoying the smoothest, longest and largest hit I had ever taken in my life. The sound of bubbling water had emanated from within, and it reminded me of the sound a hot tub makes when the water is set to bubble.   When I exhaled, I coughed a little but it wasn't too bad, and I was shocked at the sheer volume of smoke that had left my lungs. Mark cleared the remaining smoke from the bong without lighting the bowl, then he exhaled and lit it again, dusting the bowl. He handed the bong back, along with a larger sack of weed, then he held his mouth to mine and shared his hit with me.
To say I was trashed would be putting it mildly. I had never felt such an intense high in my life. It was a refreshing high that left me energized and ready for another hit. I wasn't too sure how many more times I had hit the bong that evening, but I knew for sure that I loved it.
Mark and I went to Justin's brothers room to be alone, and I was certainly ready for whatever we were going to do. As soon as I closed the door behind us, I started tearing my clothes off in anticipation of the sex I wanted us to have. When I was fully undressed, I climbed into the bed, where Mark was waiting for me. He hadn't started to undress yet, and I could tell something was on his mind.
"What's wrong?" I asked, urgent to make love to him.
"I was hoping we could talk tonight," he said in a soft voice.
"About what?" I asked, suddenly feeling panicked. I had worried about the possibility of him learning about what had happened with Justin, but I had put that thought in my back of my head.
"Just about us," he said quietly. "I want to know why you like me."
I stared at him for a moment and blinked, not sure about where we were headed. The look on his face was hopeful, but I could also read stress, so I wrapped my arms around him and placed my head to his chest so I could hear his heart beating before I talked.
"I don't just like you, Mark," I said, closing my eyes. "I love you."
"How come?" he asked, his voice a little shaky, so I tightened my grip on him and answered his question honestly.
"Because you're sweet and caring," I started. "I know I'll never forget the way you were there for me when my dad and Billy had that fight. I felt like I had the bravest boyfriend in the world, Mark. I always want us to be together."
"Even when I'm in college?" he asked, and without speaking, I nodded and nuzzled my head into his chest. "What about Justin?"
I looked up at him, not  ready for that question. He looked back down at me and smiled knowingly, then he puckered his lips and held them out for me. I met them halfway and tasted his delicious tongue as it slid along with mine while he gently guided me onto my back and ran his hands all over my body.
"I love you Kevin," he said in an almost emotional voice as he started to kiss down my body. When he got to my belly button he stopped and paid extra attention to it while he unbuttoned his pants and let them fall. I cooed in eager anticipation when I spotted his hard on, already standing at attention as he lifted my legs into the air.
I felt his tongue leave my belly button and continue its journey down to my hard on. His mouth enveloped my hardness as his fingertips made contact with my entrance, running in a delicate, circular motion over it and sending tingles up my spine. I could feel myself moistening up, eager to feel his fingers penetrate me and run over my throbbing prostate.
One by one, his digits entered my hole and found my spot, causing me to arch my back and whimper as my hard on twitched in his mouth, eager for release. When he pulled the single digit out and replaced it with two fingers, I lost control and climaxed immediately, feeding him my seed. He sucked harder as I released, and as my eyes rolled back in my head, the familiar rush of goodness washed over me and I sighed contentedly.
He pulled his mouth off me and swallowed before he leaned down to kiss me. I greedily sucked his tongue into my mouth as my butt flexed hard around his fingers. When we broke our kiss, he slid his fingers out of me and I watched with a naughty grin as he moved back down my body with his tongue, this time bypassing my softening member and zeroing in on my nut sack, which he sucked on slowly before leaving it to go further down.
He pushed my legs back again, this time further up into the air and I felt him smash his face into my crack. The pleasure I felt was intense as his tongue swirled around my hole, which was emitting heat that even I could feel. I closed my eyes and held on to a pillow while he skillfully pleasured me with his tongue, giving me feelings I couldn't describe even if I had to and making me lose track of time.  I felt his fingers part my hole and his tongue drove in deeper, making me bite down hard and moan loudly as my climax started to build once again. His rough tongue was moving around skillfully inside of me, finding a spot that needed to be licked over and over again and meeting that need until I felt like I was going to scream.
Finally, I could hold on no longer. My hard on, which was moving and twitching on its own, overflowed and I had a stream of cum spilling down my stomach and chest, pooling up by my neck as my butt contracted again and I moaned loudly. I felt Mark's tongue leave my spasming hole and before I knew it, we were face to face again, kissing passionately as I tasted my own juices on his tongue.
While we were kissing, I lifted my bottom to meet his hard on, which was poking me in the butt but not penetrating me. I pushed back against him and wrapped my legs around him when I felt his head starting to slide into my hole. As soon as he was all the way inside of me, I let him take over and thrust in and out of me while our tongues dueled, the tasted of my juices still fresh on his tongue.
While he was running his hard on back and forth inside of me and his tongue was in my mouth, I used my right hand to gather up the load I had shot and bring it to our mouths. We let our tongues slip away from each other for a brief moment and slurped up the product of his expert rim job.
When my palm was clean, I smiled up at him and waited for our kiss to resume. As soon as it did, I felt swept away by the sexiness of it all and found myself in the throes of another orgasm at the same time that I felt a warm gush of cum flooding my insides, letting me know that Mark had cum too. Our kiss intensified for a long moment, then we let up and I smiled at him again, feeling content that he hadn't pulled out of me yet. I wrapped my legs around him a little tighter to signal to him that I wasn't ready for him to pull out yet, and he acquiesced.
As I lay there awash in feelings of love, I felt another familiar feeling creep over me and before I knew it, I was sound asleep with the knowledge that my boyfriend was still embedded deeply inside of me. When I woke up, Mark was holding me tightly but I was disappointed when I realized he had pulled out. Still, his expression was serious as he slept and I noticed that his fingers were locked protectively. I knew then that no matter what happened, our relationship was worth saving at any cost.
That night after Mark left, Justin and I got ready for bed and quickly retreated to his room, where he closed the door and pulled the covers back. We both climbed in and before I had a chance to situate myself, he was snuggled up to me, wrapping his arms around my chest and scooting in as close as he could. The rain had started falling outside, and the sounds of raindrops hitting his windowpane were working in time with his soft breathing. I could feel his soft skin against mine, the smell of the soap we used to wash ourselves in the shower strong. His hair was still a little wet, the result of his shower coming after mine, and I could smell the scent of shampoo, especially when I pressed my nose to the side of his face and inhaled his clean aroma.
"Did you and Mark do it?" he asked with a naughty look on his beautiful face.
"Yeah," I answered him with a grin.
"Did you guys kiss and stuff?" he asked, obviously wanting the details but too shy to ask for some reason. I nodded, holding my smile as I gazed into his eyes for a sign that would let me know what he wanted. His sexy gaze was hypnotizing, and in no time at all, he had me under his spell.
"Did you like it when we did that in the garage?" he asked, seeming to have a hard time finding his voice. I decided to play dumb so I could get him to make the first move again.
"When we did what?" I asked sweetly, watching his expression. He gazed up at me knowingly.
"When we did this," he said, quickly bringing his lips to mine and pressing hard. I smiled and turned my head a little as I parted my lips and pressed out with my tongue, which met his half way. Without breaking our kiss, I nodded my answer to him and settled my head down onto the pillow, where I stayed for most of the next hour as our tongues danced and our crotches, which were still covered in our underwear, ground into each other until we both climaxed.
When I woke up the next morning it was four thirty and I had to pee really bad. I slowly extricated myself from Justin's warm embrace and went to the bathroom. While I was still in there I heard an alarm clock go off in Justin's parent's room, and as I made my way down the dark hallway, I heard a toilet flush. When I got back in bed I snuggled up to Justin again and stole a quick kiss, giving him a peck on the cheek.
He stirred a little with a sweet smile on his face, then he snuggled closer to me and yawned, falling back into his deep slumber. As he slept I watched him, studying his curly brown hair and his cute nose, which were mere inches from my chin. I ran my fingers lightly over his shoulder and traced down to the tips of his fingers, then moved back up his arm, past his shoulder and neck, all the way to his ears. I spent an untold number of minutes doing this, admiring his total being and wondering to myself if a relationship with him would ruin our friendship.
Suddenly, his door opened and a light shone in from the hallway as his dad lightly crept in.
"Hey Kevin," he whispered softly. "Sorry if I woke you up."
"I wasn't sleeping," I whispered back.
"It's awful early to be awake, isn't it?" he said, still whispering.
"I had to go to the bathroom," I told him, keeping my voice down.
"Well I just came in to say goodbye to Justin," he said, whispering once more as he leaned down and kissed his son on the cheek.
"Are you leaving dad?" Justin asked sleepily as his dad pulled his lips away.
"Yeah kiddo," he said. "You have a good day, okay? I love you."
"I love you too, dad," Justin said, yawning again and putting his head back down. With that, his dad was gone and Justin was snoring lightly once again. I heard his dad in the next room, telling Justin's brother goodbye and that he loved him, and I had to stop myself from feeling jealous.
In Justin's dad, I saw a man who was totally dedicated to his family. Someone who was nothing like my dad, and as I was finding out, nothing like George. I had been trying hard lately to give my dad a break, especially when he took me to the mall in Antioch and got me a Sidekick 2 and then to Best Buy for a new PC and a DVD player. But it was hard, especially when I thought back on the night he turned me away, knowing that I was in trouble.
The way Justin's dad was with his wife and his son's made me wonder what was wrong with my parents. He loved spending time with his wife and kids, and in a way he reminded me of my grandfather. There was hardly a minute of the day when he wasn't at my grandmother's side, holding her hand or just talking with her. He had that same loving look in his eyes that I saw when I looked at Justin's dad.
A little later on, Justin and I got up and went to the kitchen, where his mom was making pancakes on the stove. It was five fifteen in the morning, and I knew we had a little over three hours to get to school. Justin's brother was at the table already, drinking a glass of orange juice and rubbing his eyes, trying to get the sleep out of them. None of us were dressed yet, and I felt a little out of place sitting at the table in my underwear, but I had grown a little accustomed to it. I had spent almost every weekend at their house and it was the norm for the two of them not to be dressed in anything but their underwear or boxers at the breakfast table.
While we were still eating Justin's mom grabbed her briefcase and kissed her sons goodbye, then she was out the door. Not long after that, his brother got in the shower and the two of us wandered back to his room, where we got back in his bed and watched cartoons on TV. At six thirty Justin's brother popped his head in the door and told us he was leaving.
"I wish we didn't have to go to school," I pouted as a commercial played. Justin got a huge grin on his face and said matter of factly, "We don't."
"Yeah we do," I said bitterly. "It's Wednesday. We have school today."
"Not if we cut," he said knowingly, causing me to cut my eyes at him suspiciously.
"We can't do that," I exclaimed. "We'll get in trouble."
"Not if nobody finds out," he said, as if it were the most obvious fact in the world. "We'll just write notes for ourselves and I'll have my brother sign them."
"Will it work?" I asked, not sure if I liked the idea of skipping school without my dad's permission.
"Of course it'll work," he said confidently. "Trust me."
"What are we going to do if we stay home?" I asked, totally clueless about skipping school. In an instant, he was at my side, cuddling close to me and smiling as he ran his hand seductively up and down my torso with a naughty smile. I smiled back at him, willing to give his plan a chance, especially when he brought himself up so that we were nose to nose, looking deeply into each other's eyes for a long, sensual moment as he climbed on top of me and rubbed his crotch into mine. Our fingers locked on both hands and I closed my eyes as our lips touched and our tongues met again. 
As we kissed, I took the initiative this time and guided both of our hands down to our underwear bands, where I used a finger to slide mine down, lifting my crotch off the bed to make it easier. Justin looked down at my hard on and smiled widely, so I took a chance and ran our intertwined hands over his still covered crotch, watching his expression the entire time. He gasped a little, then he gazed back at me with a grin and lifted himself as I let his hands go and used both of my hands to guide his underwear down.
He looked a little confused at first, gazing down at both of our crotches with an unsure look on his face, but I knew what to do. I cupped the back of his head and brought him in for another kiss, then I slowly rolled him over so that he was on his back. Our lips parted and I took myself down to his chest, where I brushed each of his nipples lightly with the end of my tongue, then I moved lower to his belly button, which I attacked wildly, licking hard and making him giggle.
I looked back up at his face, which was mixed with a combination of excitement and fear, and I brought myself back up to kiss him again, just on the lips.  He smiled lovingly at me and nodded slowly, so I took myself back down his body, this time to his crotch, where I lapped slowly at his hard on, causing him to tense up. I looked back up at his face, worried that I was making him uncomfortable, but there was only a look of anticipation, so I went back to work.
I ran my hands up and down the sides of his body as I took his hardness into my mouth and ran my tongue over the head, sucking him and listening to him whimper lightly. All of the sudden, his legs started to shake and his hard on twitched in my mouth as an explosion of cum filled my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could, eager for the next shot, which filled my hungry mouth again and gave me an almost orgasmic sensation of my own.
The blissful look on Justin's face told me that he had enjoyed the blow job I gave him, and I was eager to please him again, so I licked his softening cock clean, then I moved down to his nuts, which were hanging loosely as I lifted his legs into the air and sucked on them. When I let them go, Justin seemed to be bucking his crotch again, obviously taking pleasure in my sucking and licking, so I lapped at his balls, savoring the taste of his warm crotch on my tongue.
As my tongue continued its job of licking his ball sack, I let it hit the bridge between his balls and his hole, which was staring right at me. I felt a little conflicted, wanting to give Justin the maximum amount of pleasure but unsure about what my senses were compelling me to do. I let my tongue linger a little closer to his pink hole, then I moved back up to his nuts, sucking on each one again as I contemplated my next move. When I released his ball sack, I felt a sudden rush of pleasure and horniness take me over, and I found myself pushing my face into his butt and closing my eyes as I let my tongue rake over his hole.
Justin's body was thrashing around as I flicked at his hole and realized that I liked what I was doing. I liked it so much, in fact, that I found myself with my eyes opened, lustily smashing my face into his crack and pushing as hard as I could with my tongue, trying to get it inside of him the way Mark had gotten his tongue to go up my butt. When I first started, his hole was dry and pink, but when I pulled away for a moment to give my tongue a much needed rest, his hole was practically dripping with juices and bright red.
When I pulled off him, I caught a glimpse of his hard on, which was oozing pre-cum, and I knew what was next. I let his legs fall and crawled up beside him, reaching down and gripping his hardness in my hand as he gazed into my eyes with a look of worship. I leaned over and kissed his lips, letting my tongue travel into his mouth so he could taste his own juices as his arms wrapped around my shoulders. As our kiss lingered, I guided him onto me so that I was lying on my back and he was between my legs.
I felt my whole body tremble as we picked up where we left off, our tongues dueling for an advantage, then I lifted my legs and grabbed his butt, guiding him into me. I felt the slimy head of his hard on pressing against my opening, so I broke our kiss and softly spoke to him.
"Do you want to do it with me?" I asked, tenderly reaching up with my fingers and stroking both of his cheeks with my right hand. He slowly nodded with stars in his eyes, so I puckered my lips once more, inviting him to lean down into me. When we were face to face, I softly commanded him to push.
I felt him enter me and as soon as he was all the way inside of me, I let him kiss me again. He didn't move right away, instead he stayed still while my butt hole flexed around his hard on. Once again I used my hands to grab his butt, this time guiding him into a grinding motion that immediately caused me to moan with pleasure as he started to buck on his own. I felt a sharp tingle running up and down my spine as the familiar feeling took me over, and in a flash, I was climaxing with Justin, who looked like he was straining to hang on to the wondrous feelings he was no doubt having as his cock filled me up with a large load of cum.
When we were done he pulled out and I clenched my butt tightly, not wanting his load to leave me. He crawled on top of my body and rested his head on my chest as we basked in the afterglow of his first time, and my first time with him. I ran my fingers through his curly brown locks and kissed him on the cheek, and he responded by kissing me on the lips again, his tongue entering my mouth and moving in time with mine, which was cramping a little from the rim job I had given him.
"Did you like that?" I asked tenderly as we broke our kiss, and he smiled and nodded. "I'm glad we cut today."
"Me too," he said quietly. "Let's just lay here all day."
"Okay," I said, and soon we both drifted off to sleep again.
The sound of a car door slamming in the driveway woke us up, causing us to jump up and find our underwear as fast as we could. We put them back on and looked out the window, watching as Justin's mom marched from her car to the front door.

"At least we weren't suspended," I tried to reason with my dad as he sat on my bed, haranguing me about my truancy.
"Boy you better watch yourself," he warned me sharply. "I have to work on Saturday, but you're grounded. Guess what else?"
"What?" I asked, dreading what was to come.
"You're going to work in the yard all weekend," he said with an irritated smile. "When you come home from school each day, you're doing your homework, then you're going to work in somebody's yard every day for a week. Your grandma and grandpa have lots of friends who need help, and guess who's doing it?"
"Me," I said sullenly. 
"That's right, Kevin," he said. "Son, you and Justin are too smart to pull shit like this. What made you guys decide to play hookie?"
I looked at him and shrugged, feeling foolish because I did know the reason, but I was too frightened to tell him. Even worse, I knew I was going to have to explain myself to Mark, who was already picking up on me and Justin and what had been happening between us. Something told me that he wasn't going to be happy when he found out we skipped school together.

"So was it worth it?" my grandfather asked as I drove a post hole digger that was almost a foot taller than I was into the wet ground.
"No sir," I said respectfully, wishing he would go back in the house and let me work alone.
"Kevin, I know you've been through a lot," he said thoughtfully. "But acting out like this isn't the answer. You need to talk about it, kiddo."
"With who?" I found myself asking, realizing I was in the middle of a conversation with my grandfather about something I had tried to bury deep inside of me.
"With your dad for one," he said. "You know, you can talk about it with me anytime you need to, too."
"How can I talk to him about it?" I asked, feeling frustrated, plowing the post hole digger deep into the ground, energized by a sudden rage. "He doesn't even know everything that happened. No one does."
"He'd know if you told him, Kevin," he replied.
"He doesn't understand," I tried to plead with him, raising my voice. "He wouldn't even help me when I called him, and I hate him for that!"
"You don't mean that, kiddo," my grandpa said, his eyes drifting away as I retorted.
"I do too!" I snapped. "I can't believe he just acts like nothing happened! He let Billy do that to me, and nothing can change that! I swear to God, I'll never forgive him!"
With that, I heard the back door close, and I quickly turned my attention to where my grandpa was staring. From where I was standing, I could see my dad in the window, walking away from the door, looking down at the floor as his figure got further away and he disappeared down the hallway.

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