Date: Sun, 19 Jul 2020 05:33:18 +0000 From: JD in SFO Subject: Ben and Nick Part 18 Eighteen Thank you, Gentle Reader, for opening this story, a series about a man who loves boys and the boys he loves. Ben, Nick, and the rest of the cast of characters are fictional, and do not represent any person living or dead. The story is fantasy and exists in that realm, for letting the events unfold in real time and in real life would land our hero Ben in a whole heap of trouble. So, for the purposes of keeping our noses clean, gentlemen, let's keep things unreal. Elements in this story include sex between adults and minors, some racier elements might include watersports, and groups, but for the most part just good old-fashioned cocksucking and fucking. It's an Adult/Youth story, but could also fit into Incest If you enjoy this story, and others like it, please consider making a donation to keep the Nifty archive free and accessible! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I apologize for the delay. Holidays, getting back from the holidays, pandemic, I'm full of excuses but short on sentences! I think I've mapped out the rest, though, and so let's see how our crew is doing after such a delay. Lucky them, they exist in a story that doesn't have COVID-19! Boylover Ben and his Neighbor Nick, Part 18: What it means to be family After the Christmas holidays life returned to a kind of normal for us. Nick and Sean's relationship deepend, even though they lived in different cities, across a bridge and through a tunnel. My parenting of Nick had its share of joys and frustrations as I tried to balance Nick's school responsibilities, sports commitments, his desire to spend time fucking Sean, and our relationship. While this hadn't been what I had signed up for to begin, it had its own rhythm and its own joy. It was the middle of June and Nick had just finished his Junior year in high school. At seventeen years old, and with a year of athletics, he had grown from a chubby kid into a husky teen. He was approaching six feet tall and his training to be on the wrestling team had him developing muscles. His face, thinner and now sprouting stubble, was sexy. Not for lack of trying the girls and boys in his school hoped for his attention, and, while polite, he didn't even flirt with them. My boy had enough love at home and with me and Sean and Bill, he didn't seem to want it from his schoolmates. We woke up before the alarm, and, as always, Nick was cuddled up against me, his smooth back against my furry chest, my arms around him. I woke up just before he did, and it was such a lovely morning, feeling him against me, that I didn't want to move and awaken him. I stroked his chest gently, feeling the firmness of his pecs, still smooth, but if his crotch and pits were any indication, he would get a nice pelt of fur one day. My boy was becoming a man. I felt Nick begin to stir and he rolled over, facing me, and stroked my face with his hand. "I'm so excited about this trip!" he enthused. "Yeah! I've been looking forward to it, too. I can't wait to see what is out there," I agreed, sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. "I guess we should get this day started, right?" Today was the beginning of a two week long trip to visit three schools with Sean. Nick and Sean had been talking about this for months, and they wanted to go to college together, and both wanted to study the same thing: video game design. They both played enough games to know what they liked, and they were both great students, I still thought it was a little limiting to study something so specific. At seventeen and eighteen what did they know about what they wanted to do for the rest of their lives. But, as much as I tried to talk Nick into liberal arts, or a solid BA with some technology focus, he was set in his thinking. Sean was of similar mind. So, we were heading to visit three colleges that were ranked well in the field of video game development and design: UC Santa Cruz would be the local option; University of Southern California in Los Angeles was one of the best programs; and Massachusetts Institute of Technology would be their aspiration school. Inwardly I cringed at another of my boys heading off to MIT. Within a short time Bill and Sean arrived at our house, and we piled into Bill's SUV for the trip to Santa Cruz. The boys would have the official admissions tour and get to meet with a counsellor. If they liked it, they would go back in the fall to sit in on a day of classes, but, it being summer, school was out this week. The tour was fine, but I don't think either one of them was feeling it. This would be their safe school, but I think Santa Cruz was too small a town to entertain them, and it was probably too close to home to feel like an adventure. We came back to my place to have dinner and spend the night. Tomorrow we would fly down to LA for a couple of days. After dinner the boys headed off to the guest bedroom, where Nick's computer, therefore the gaming system, lived. We kept this bedroom for Nick for propriety, but the truth was that he'd never spent a night alone on that bed, sleeping always with me. It was the only guestroom we had, so, when Bill was ready to call it a night, I knocked on the door. I opened the door to find them curled up in bed together, looking sweet. "Alright, Nick," I said, loud enough to rouse him, "time to let Bill and Sean go to bed," I indicated that he should follow me with a flick of my head. "Sean and I kinda want to spend the night together," Nick said. Now, I am not jealous. Nick and Sean have been clear about their relationship, and all through the year, Nick and I had kept our connection and chemistry. But I was aware that it was the only other bedroom in the house, and Bill was my guest, too. "Nick, this is the guest room. Bill is our guest," I thought for certain he'd understand the logic and his duty to give up the space to Bill, who had appeared at the doorway. "Can't Bill sleep on the couch, or with you?" Nick's reply came. "No, Bill deserves to sleep on a bed - the guest bed," I said, firmly, "It's time to kiss Sean goodnight. You'll see him all week," I reasoned. "Sean's my boyfriend, Ben," Nick said, challenging me. I felt Bill's hand on my shoulder. "I can sleep on the couch, kids," Bill said, trying to end the discussion. I didn't want to fight with anyone, and Nick and I seldom had disagreements. Doing so before a trip seemed like a bad option, so I employed guilt. "If you really think this is the right choice to make tonight, Nick, then it seems you have Bill's permission to do it. I think it's the wrong one, though, and that you're being rude," I tossed the last line in for good measure. "Thanks, guys," Nick said, rolling over and kissing Sean. I wanted to pull the door shut with a mighty slam, but I channeled all my discipline into closing it quietly. I felt Bill pulling me to the living room, and pouring some whiskey in a glass, one for him, one for me. I slumped heavily on the couch. "That little shit," I started. "What the fuck?" Bill chuckled. "He's a boy with a penis in love with a boy with a penis. They're putting their penises together right now." I laughed back, "yeah, I get that, but Nick knows better. He's never been selfish before." "But what's really getting at you? You feeling rejected?" Bill asked, holding a glass out to me. I gratefully took it. "He said, `Sean's my boyfriend...' as if ... I am not?" I admitted. Maybe I was feeling rejected, or sad. "Look, this is all difficult. We're looking at colleges with our boys. Nick is less boy than he is man, and I know that fucks with your desire. Are you really so sad about seeing him turn more to Sean?" Then Ben got real close, and put his hand on my arm. "I love you like a brother, and you know I understand you, but, face it, you're going to end things with Nick when he goes off to college anyway. Why not give him a year to begin pulling back?" I didn't know exactly where to put my feelings yet, but I nodded my head. "Yeah, I hear what you're saying. I am not quite there yet, but I hear it," I acquiesced. Just as I was taking another pull from the whiskey Bill had poured, I heard two sets of feet approaching the living room. Sean and Nick came around the corner, and looked up at me. Sean pushed Nick into the room ahead of him, and Nick walked over to me, knelt down in front of me, and extended his arms in a hug. "I didn't mean to imply that you weren't my boyfriend, Ben. I was being rude. I am sorry," Nick apologized. I hugged him back. I had questions, but now wasn't the time to ask them. Sean walked over to Bill, and extended his hand to pull him up. "C'mon, old man, take me to bed," Sean said, seductively to his father. "I'll show you who's the old man, boy," Bill growled. And together they went to the guest room. I heard the door close, and knew Bill was getting lucky tonight. Nick's dick was hard and leaking as he leaned into me. "Let's go to bed - our bed," he husked into my ear. He didn't have to ask me twice, and we fondled and grabbed at each other as we quickly made our way down the hallway to the bedroom. Kissing, we fell back on the bed together, I on the bottom, Nick on top of me. He held onto me, tightly, and kissed my lips, neck, earlobes, throat. In the years of knowing Nick, his dick had grown along with the rest of him. There was nothing boylike left about his cock except how easily it became erect and how much it leaked. Nick's cock was long, thick, with a big mushroom head. I felt it pulsing against my belly, lined up next to mine, as he thrust against me and kissed me. Nick kissed his way down my body, enflaming me more as his lips and tongue caressed each part of me: nipples, chest, tummy, and finally my dick which he took in one long swift motion into his mouth. He was a couple of minutes into a world class blowjob when I felt him pull off my dick and begin sucking my balls and licking my inner thighs. As I spread my legs for him, he placed his hands under my ass and pulled me up a bit, exposing my pucker. He dove on it, licking and sucking my hole. He'd done this a few times, but never so aggressively. I don't often get my ass played with, and it felt good - beyond good - when Nick did it. I liked what he was doing. Suddenly he pulled back, grabbed my legs and pulled them up, as he rose into a kneeling position in front of my spread legs. He looked me directly in the eyes. "Ben, may I make love to you?" This was virgin territory for us. In the many years I had been violating his teen ass, he had never been inside me. I answered quickly, "Please, Nick, fuck me," and I wanted it! He'd been fucked thousands of time, he knew exactly what to do, and I realized that he'd been practicing with Sean these past months. His tongue had already worked to relax me, and he very quickly spit into his hand and used a finger then two to continue opening me up and relaxing me. It had been a decade since I was last fucked. Raf had done it a few times before he went off to college. He was nowhere near as gentle as Nick was. My sweet boyfriend talked tenderly to me as my hole relaxed around his third finger, and he jacked my cock off slowly with his other hand, keeping me right on the edge of pleasure. Finally, I was sufficiently prepared, and Nick withdrew his fingers from me. Lining up, he looked me in the eyes again. "Ben, I love you, and I respect you. Thank you for being my teacher and my lover and my boyfriend," Nick said, directly. I was so turned on, but even in my lust I understood the gravity of what he was saying. I put my hands on his waist, and pulled him into me. "I am so proud of you. I love you," I declared. Nick's style was all pure Nick. Tender and sweet, but also purposeful. He was a perfectionist, always wanting everything to be just right, and his fucking was precise, too. Every stroke full of intent. It gave us both the maximum pleasure, as my own prostate, so rarely stimulated, got its first rub in a long time. Nick drove into me like a pro, longdicking me, then varying it with short quick strokes. All the while he manhandled my dick, stroking me in time to his thrusts. I heard myself moaning, my head writhing against the pillow, as Nick pushed deeper into me driving us both toward our orgasms. His brow was sweaty, and his chest as well, as he fucked himself into me. "So good, you feel so good against me," he huffed, as he began stroking more erratically. "I am gonna cum inside you, Ben, I am gonna fill you tonight, and make you mine. I am gonna fuck you so full of my teen cum you're gonna feel it all day tomorrow, leaking out of your tight ass!" His words and his hand on my dick led me right over the cliff, and I shouted as my orgasm tore through me. I covered his hand and forearm and chest in my jizz as he threw back his head and gave one more mighty thrust into me and I felt him explode. Pulse after pulse of Nick shot into me, and I felt his molten heat fill me. He was looking down at me, a blissful smile on his face when I opened my eyes again. I stroked his cum-covered chest, and enjoyed the moment of feeling full - full of my boy's dick, full of love and lust, full of his cum. Eventually he pulled out, slowly, and as soon as he did, I missed his fullness. He flopped down on the pillow next to mine, and I pulled his sweaty body against mine. We caressed and kissed and giggled as young lovers. In this moment, Nick had made our love and sex new again. Eventually we made our way to the shower to wash off the sweat and cum, and fell asleep cuddled into each other. The next day dawned early, and would begin a 10 day trip for us. Susan had given her permission for Nick to travel. We were going to spend three days in LA and a week in Boston. It still surprised me, even after all these years, that she did not want to be a part of Nick's life for these key moments. What parent does not want to help their son make a choice about college? But, I wasn't going to complain - I got to travel with my fellas for a few days, and that made up for it. It was also for the better, because despite the fact that Nick and Sean had been together for several months, Nick had not told his mother about their relationship yet, in fact, he had never come out to her at all. The four of us shuffled into the kitchen, and waited for the coffee to brew. Nick and Sean were talking excitedly about the upcoming trip and how awesome it would be to visit USC and MIT. Once we had coffee in front of us, we gathered around the island. Bill had a smirk on his face as he started talking. "So, boys, it sounded like you had fun last night," he said, conspiratorily. "Dad, leave them alone!" Sean bapped his dad's shoulder. "Nick, I don't know what they're talking about, do you? I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow," I huffed, pretending offense. "Yeah, you passed out asleep after I fucked you eight ways `til Sunday and left my jizz deep in your ass," Nick said, taking a long pull from his coffee. Sean spit his coffee out, "Nice!" Fist baps were exchanged between Nick and Sean. "And it was awesome," Nick affirmed. "Ben took it like a champ." "I thought your garden was looking a little deflowered today," Bill said, pointedly to me. "Well, I'll just say this, whatever flower Nick may have taken, was firmly replanted," I tried remaining mysterious. "Probably roses," Sean said, giggling. "Nah, daisies," Nick affirmed. And the laughter at my expense continued until I ushered us into showers and we headed toward the airport in my truck. Truth is, I couldn't have been prouder of my boy, even if I was dreading sitting on an airplane seat with my tender ass. Landing at LAX and getting through that airport is always nasty. It's dirty, congested, and poorly designed, much like Los Angeles itself, but the Westin downtown definitely made up for the choice of airport and the bumpy one-hour flight. What always struck me about flying to Los Angeles was that between getting to the airport, waiting, flight delays, the hour in the air, taxiing, and waiting for luggage, it was almost the same amount of time as driving, but, anyway, we were in LA, and it was good. We'd gotten two adjoining rooms on an upper floor. The plan was to settle into our rooms, which were thankfully ready early, and meet up for lunch in an hour. We put our stuff down, and Nick pushed me back into the bed, kissing me. "How's your ass, big Ben?" "Feels like it was fucked, how did you say, eight ways `til Sunday?" Nick giggled as we kissed. "I've fantasized about being inside you for a long time," Nick confessed. "And it was even better than I could have imagined. You are so tight!" "Well, it's been a long time since I had anyone inside me - more than ten years," I stated. Nick giggled, "And my only other experience has been with Sean, and we know between your dick and Bill's that his ass is..." he paused to giggle some more, "not tight." "You are so bad," I said, laughing out loud, "and so right." "I am not as big around as Bill, or as long as you," Nick said, awkwardly. "Well, buddy, you have a real nice dick. I'd say it's right sized - Bill's is like a club, and mine is longer than most. You have what most guys like and want. There's nothing to be ashamed of - you're larger than many. Plus, you know how to use it," I said, giving him confidence. "I had a good teacher," he kissed me. And I gave him another lesson, right there. Judging by how rumpled their bed looked when I eventually knocked on the adjoining room, Bill and Sean had been up to much the same as we were in the hour since we'd seen them in the hallway. The boys walked ahead to the elevator while Bill and I talked. We were planning on a light lunch near the museums and then the boys wanted to see the La Brea tar pits. Bill couldn't see the interest in ancient sludge, but it's what Sean and Nick wanted, so we went with it. I had to admit, it was kind of cool to see the skeletons of animals that had been pulled out, some of them tens of thousands of years old. We had dinner in Koreatown at a grill-it-yourself hibachi place, and came out of there stuffed. We rolled into an Uber and headed back to the hotel. The boys wanted some time alone, and so Bill and I headed up to the bar on the top floor for some drinks. Once we had some bourbon in front of us, Bill leaned in, and started with the questions. "You know, I don't judge you, sick fucker that you are. That was a big step with Nick, though," he said. The question was implied, ... why had I let it happen? "Yeah, I know, I wasn't expecting it, frankly. There wasn't much time to talk about it, once the ball started rolling," I deferred. "Ben, this is me you're talking to. You are always in control, and you've been clear about the boundaries with Nick. You getting fucked is a big emotional step for you. Does he know that?" "No, we have literally never talked about him fucking me. Last night was the first time it came up, and within two seconds, he was balls deep in me. He did admit that he'd been fantasizing about it for a long time," I added. "Well, of course he has, you're a fine piece of ass," Bill quipped. "I know what you're getting at, Bill," I cut him off. "I've been thinking about it all day, and, well, of course, leading up to this day. He's five months away from turning eighteen, an adult. And this reversal of roles puts us on more equal footing, certainly. Our relationship is going to change, this trip is all about that, of course. Nick will go off to college next year," I was resigned. "And so things will end with him?" Bill said. I was thoughtful for a second or two, and took a long pull on my manhattan. "No. I am not going to end it like I did with Raf," I said definitively. Bill sat back, I think he was surprised. "So, what does that mean?" "It means that Nick will always have a place in my heart, a place in my home, in my bed. I'm also going to let him do what he wants to do. When he moves out, I'll let him make the choice of what our status is," I continued. "That's new for you. I am not criticizing you, buddy, but that gives him a lot of control," Bill reasoned. "I think he's shown that he deserves that. He's more mature than most adults. He's handled his love for your boy and his love for me and his commitment to our family really well - more solidly that most teens could be expected to do. I have to imagine he'll figure this next transition out, too," I said, convincing myself. Bill ordered us a second round. "Well, here's to personal growth," he winked at me. I flipped him off. "To personal growth." "How do you think things are going to change with you when Sean leaves the house?" I asked Bill. "I love my boy, and, it's true, for years he's been my lover, but he's my child first. I never expected this would last, even as long as it has. As long as my boy will give it up for me whenever I want it, I don't see things changing. I will always love him, even when he makes his own house and his own family one day. Maybe I'll get some grandkids," Bill said, licking his lips. "Fucking pervert," I held up my glass to toast him. "To perverts and the boys who fuck them," Bill responded. The next day, after breakfast, we took an Uber over to the University of Southern California campus. There the boys had appointments with an admissions counsellor, and there was a little presentation for parents, and then a tour. The USC campus is in the heart of Los Angeles, and I could see the excitement on the boys faces as they realized that attending here meant they could live right in the city. As the day went on, Sean and Nick got more and more excited about the program in video game design and production. Nick, in particular, was also talking about the business side of game design, and how the program could be combined with marketing and business administration to focus on that. Sean, on the other hand, was all about the design. By the time we got to dinner, they were mapping out their idea to start a business and sell games. "Well, it sounds like you've got it all planned," Bill remarked. "Yeah, we'll go to USC and then start a company together, and make millions!" Sean enthused. "Here's to making millions," I raised my glass. "Don't forget us when they roll out the red carpet for you!" I joked. "Who do you think will provide the startup capital?" Nick asked, winking at me. "Oh jeez, I feel my bank account being spent already!" I laughed. It was good to see Sean and Nick had such big plans. Bill and I made eye contact with each other, knowing that there would be many iterations of this dream, and possible disappointment, and many years of work ahead of them. Still, it was nice to see them dream. "So, what do you want to do tomorrow with our last day?" I asked. "Yeah, guys, do you want to go to Disneyland? The Beach? Hollywood?" Bill offered. "The beach!" Nick and Sean said in unison. "Ok, guys, the beach it is! We'll head on over to Marina del Rey. Do you want to check out Playa del Rey? Or Venice?" I asked. "My guns aren't ready for Venice Beach, yet," Sean offered. "Let's go to Del Rey." Nick nodded in agreement. It was settled. We turned in early when we got back to the hotel, each in our own rooms. With all the lights off, and just the city lights in the room, Nick and I got undressed, and laid together on the bed. "What did you think of USC? It sounds like you had a great tour," I asked. "How did your admissions meeting go?" "He asked me all about what I liked in high school, what classes I was good at. He asked about my career hopes and stuff. We talked about video games a lot," Nick answered. "Did he give you any idea of what the admissions process would be like?" "Yeah, he gave me the information, and it's an online application. An essay and letters of recommendation. He told me that I'd need to write a really good essay. We talked about extracurricular stuff. After looking at my classes and grades, he said that I should apply, and also that USC is very competitive," Nick sounded less confident. "Yeah," I agreed, "USC is one of the best schools, and lots of people want to get in. AND, you're a really smart guy who has excellent grades and would make a competitive application," I said, supporting him. I rubbed Nick's back and neck, and he cuddled into me as we talked. "It's going to be ok, Nick. I know it's scary right now, making these decisions, and thinking about college, but you'll see, it will work out." "I told him I was gay and asked about it on campus," Nick said, suddenly. "Do you think that was a good idea?" "Well, I think these days, sure, it's a good idea. You should know how LGBTQ stuff is on campus, and what you're getting into. What did he say about it?" "He told me it was fully accepted, that there was an active LGBTQ group on campus, and that many students and employees, and faculty were out," Nick reported. "I am really proud of you for telling him, and for being so smart to ask all the questions that matter to you. I am proud of you, babe," I said, sucking on his earlobe. I knew that would start Nick getting turned on, and, by the sound of the little grunt he made and the way he turned toward me, I was succeeding. I rolled onto my back, pulling Nick with me, and kissed him passionately. I ran my hands over his back, long sweeps, massaging and caressing at the same time. Our cocks, immediately at attention, rubbed against each other as our kiss intensified. Nick pulled back, looked me in the eye, and smiled. "Come on, college boy, show me what you've got," I encouraged him. It was the permission he needed, and he made busy kissing down my body. His lips and tongue were like fire on my skin. He was insistent but not urgent, taking his time, pulling my desire from deep within me. I was tingling as he touched and caressed each part of my body, throat, chest, nipples, stroking and licking down the side of my torso. When he came to my cock he took his time. Nick gave great head, for all the years he's been sucking my dick he has mastered it, and always focuses on my pleasure. He took my leaking cockhead into his luscious lips and teased it with his tongue. God he was good. I was so turned on. He took all of me, and I felt the back of his throat contract around me as he focused on breathing through his nose. I fucking loved when he did that. Soon he had developed his rhythm and he was pushing and pulling my orgasm to the surface. I was writhing under his control, and enjoying it, when suddenly, he pulled off me with a plop and let my cock slap up against my belly. I mewled, "No, baby, please." He had other plans, and quickly dipped his head and that probing tongue down to my hole, pushing it open and beginning to tease it to life. Now, we had been all day in the heat of Los Angeles, and I knew my balls and trench had to be sweaty and ripe, but that didn't seem to stop him at all, in fact, I heard him inhaling as he dove on me. I think my boy had even more pig in him than I had thought. "Yeah, Nick, that feels so fucking good," I encouraged him. It didn't take much longer, and he was tapping at my hole, having prepared it. When he lined up, he let go a big glob of spit directly onto his dick and that was our lube. FUCK it felt so good to have him slide into me. Nick did it in one long, slow, relentless drive, too - once he started he kept going until he was balls deep in me. Only then did he exhale, and look at me. I saw the lust in his heavy-lidded eyes, and he began his rut. Nick was a good lover. Sure, he'd had lots of practice in the seven years we had been fucking, but he was also intuitive. He paid attention to the way I responded, and he adapted. It was an amazing ride, made all the better by the bond we'd formed over so many years and so many moments. I met his thrusts with my own, slamming my body against his, increasing the intensity of our fuck. His breathing hitched, and I knew that he was getting close. "Fuck, Ben, you make me feel so good. Take my fucking load, pig!" Those words went straight into my balls and dick, and I felt my orgasm beginning. "Yeah, boy, take what's yours, mark me, own me," I shouted, pounding my fist against his chest. We were both wild with lust, and he reached down and yanked on my cock. One long stroke, and by the time his hand hit my glans I was cumming. I shot all over my belly and chest, grunting and cussing. Nick, too, pushed through his orgasm, filling me with his seed and telling me what a greedy pig I was, how dirty I was for letting a boy fuck me. As we came down together, we both looked shocked, almost embarrassed at how intense, filthy, our sex had been. But it was ours, Nick and me. We felt good, and it felt right. The next day we spent at the beach, and it was an amazing time. The waves were not too intense, so we could get in and swim, and body surf them. I got us some tacos from a food truck and Jarritos, and we tore through them only to go back in the water and do it all over again. As the afternoon moved on, we were all sitting on the beach drying out. "Hey dad?" Sean started. "Nick and I would like to go on a dinner date tonight before we head out. Would you mind if we went out later?" "I don't mind, buddy. Ben, what do you think?" "Well, do you all have an idea of where you'd like to go?" "Well, there's a place in WeHo called Laurel Hardware," Nick volunteered. "It's supposed to be cool, old school, but it's not 21 and over, and so we can go to have dinner." "The hotel is a long way from WeHo, buddy," Bill stated. "Well, I am 18, and I can call an Uber," Sean offered. We realized the boys had this planned out, and while I wasn't really keen on them going out in a city they didn't know well, I couldn't really think of a good reason to keep them from it. "Well, Ben, looks like it's just you and me tonight," I dramatically moaned to my friend. "Yeah, we'll cry into our chardonnay and order room service," Bill stated. A little while later we were all in an Uber headed back to the hotel, the boys eager to shower and change. I thought it was cute that they wanted to go out on a date. So much of our time was spent at home, or with our family, where they were free to do whatever they wanted, but the ritual of dating was something different and sweet. It was a part of them being a couple, and I knew that was important. A couple of hours later they were ready to head out with instructions to text when they arrived, text when they were leaving, and to be back in the hotel by 11. They went off, giggling and holding hands, and Bill and I headed to the hotel restaurant and bar to pass the time. The boys did as they were told, texting appropriately, and by 11PM they were back in the room. They were good kids. I had given Nick the keycard to our door, so they came back in, all flushed with smiles, and romance. They gave a long lingering kiss at the adjoining door, and Sean said good night before he went back into his room with Bill. I patted the bed next to me, and Nick came over, smelling like body spray and teen boy, and told me all about their date. It was obvious by how he was gushing that he was madly in love with Sean. The next day our trip in LA was over, and we headed back to LAX to board a flight to Boston where we were going to spend a week. They had interviews at MIT, but we also wanted to take in the history, see the city, and explore the area. It had been years since I'd been back to Boston, and I was looking forward to seeing my old stomping grounds as well. Bill and I had splurged for four seats in first class. The trip was six hours, and that was too long to be crammed into coach. Somewhere in hour three, I had fallen asleep listening to music, and felt my shoulder being gently shaken. As I came to, the handsome flight attendant was getting my attention. I looked around, and saw Bill asleep in his seat, across the aisle, but neither Sean nor Nick were in their seats. The flight attendant, whose nametag read "Daniel" said, "Your boys have been in the lavatory for a while now. Together." I blushed beat red, "Oh no," I exclaimed. He cracked a smile. "Yeah," and then we looked at each other and said "Mile High Club." I shook my head. "I am so sorry. I guess they couldn't resist the thrill. Are we in trouble here?" "It doesn't look like anyone else has been trying to get into the bathroom, so I don't think it's necessarily a problem, so long as they wrap it up soon," he said, sympathetically. "Oh, to be seventeen again!" I replied. "I hope they didn't make a mess of things," Daniel stated. "If they did, make them clean it up. Serves them right. So classy, my boy," I shook my head. He laughed. "Young love is great," and we agreed to that. Daniel went back to the galley, and in a moment returned with bourbon on ice. "I think you'll be needing this," he said, knowingly. Within a few moments, the door opened, and amidst whispers, Sean came out, and took his seat. "Did you leave Nick in there to fend for himself?" I said, busting him in the act. "Nnn Nnn No," Sean was tongue-tied. At that moment, Nick appeared out of the lavatory and took his seat, pretending nothing was wrong. "Classy, Nick, real classy. You smell like airplane lavatory," I said with derision. Just at that moment, Daniel appeared with two hot towels. "You two might want to wipe off. It's gross in there," he winked at me as he turned back toward the galley, leaving Sean and Nick red-faced and mortified. "What'd I miss?" Bill asked, coming to. Daniel came back to collect the towels and handed Bill a whiskey. Bill took it, and looked at me, questioning. "Our boys have been inducted into the Mile High Club," I reported. Bill chuckled. "Was the sex good, Sean?" "Totally worth it," and the fuckers had the gall to fist bap. Boston was a good experience. MIT certainly delivered on its program, but it was clear that the boys had both loved Los Angeles more. We enjoyed getting around Boston, seeing the Freedom Trail, eating in some great places, and even getting up to Salem and down to the Cape to explore. We had a nice vacation, but the college trip was over. Bill and I knew that Sean and Nick had their hearts set on USC. As we flew back into San Francisco, the boys were looking forward to their senior year in high school, and everything that would bring. For me, I was left wondering what changes were left for Nick and me as eighteen approached. Dear readers - thank you, as ever, for reading what I write. I am glad I finally got this chapter written, edited, and ready to post. I apologize for the delay. The next two chapters are mapped out, which will bring our story to a conclusion. Twenty installments seems like it will be sufficient to tell the story of Ben and Nick, and their family. For my part, I pledge to be quicker with these next two. Until Part Nineteen, stay safe, wear a mask, take care of yourself and each other.