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            Chance of a Lifetime



by Erastes
Copyright 2017 by Erastes
Chapter 15 - The Final Straw



Everyone had left the house and I was just grabbing another cup of coffee before going back to work on my story when I heard a sound that was very atypical for the area.  I sprinted over to the security monitors to confirm my suspicion and quickly noticed it was what I'd feared, so I grabbed my cell phone and dialed 9-1-1. 

"Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?" 

"My neighbor's got a chainsaw and he's damaging our property." 

"I'll dispatch someone immediately.  Please stay on the line and don't try to confront the individual." 

"I have to, because maybe I'll be able to slow him down." 

"No!  Stay where you are and don't hang up.  Help will be there momentarily." 

I remained on the phone, but I also exited through the door of my apartment and entered the backyard.  I immediately began walking toward the furthest support post for the fence, as he was using the chainsaw to cut it off just above ground level. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I screamed.  He had only cut about halfway through the post so far, so I concluded he wasn't used to operating a chainsaw. 

"I told you this fucking thing was coming down," he yelled back as he continued what he was doing.

He had just finished severing the post completely, when two police cars arrived, lights flashing and sirens blaring.  The officers jumped out of their vehicles and moved along the fence, being guided by the sound of the chainsaw. 

"Set the chainsaw on the ground and shut it down," the first officer shouted.  The old man stood up, looked at the cop, and then began walking toward the next post. 

"Stop and put the chainsaw on the ground or I'll shoot," the officer challenged as he and his partner drew their weapons.  The old man acted like he hadn't heard what the officer said and continued moving in their direction, but then his wife came running out of the backdoor of their house. 

"Dudley, do what he tells you or he'll shoot.  This isn't worth dying over!" she screamed. 

I'm not sure if he heard his wife either, or if he merely saw someone moving in his direction out of the corner of his eye.  I think he was confused and didn't realize it was his wife, because he turned suddenly in that direction, causing the guide bar to come dangerously close to her body.  She managed to stop in time so it didn't come into contact with her, and that's when the man finally set the chainsaw on the ground and shut it off.  Now that he'd done so, the officer barked out his next command. 

"Sir, place both hands on the fence and spread your legs!"  As the old guy was turning toward the fence to do that, his wife spoke again. 

"He acts crazy sometimes, but he's not a bad person, so please don't hurt him," she pleaded, wringing her hands and looking scared.  "He's become more stubborn and crotchety as he's grown older, but he wouldn't hurt anyone." 

"Damaging private property is a crime too," the officer stated as he pulled the man's arms behind his back and placed him in handcuffs.  As he was leading the old guy to his patrol car, the other officer stepped forward and retrieved the chainsaw. 

"He just rented it this morning and I tried to stop him," his wife stated.  "He just hates that the fence has spoiled his view. 

I thought I'd speak to the second officer and give him a little background about the events leading up to today.  I told him about everything, from the day when the old guy blew up about the kids in his yard, all of the complaints, and the trip to court.  I also told him what the judge had advised the man's lawyer after he'd dismissed the case. 

"That explains a lot and we'll charge him accordingly.  I'll also contact the judge and see if he wants to add any other charges against the guy as well." 

"In a way, I feel badly for him.  He's just a grumpy old man who didn't like the way things were going, and now he's in a lot more trouble than he bargained for." 

When the officers left, I went to inspect the damage to the fence.  He'd managed to cut completely through the first post, but hadn't managed to do more than that before the police showed up.  That post was definitely beyond repair, so it would have to be replaced, but at least the fence still held it in place.  I went to get the supports we'd used earlier, to keep it in place while the cement was hardening, and propped it up.  After going to all the trouble of putting the fence up, I didn't think Brad would want to take it down now.  Not only because of our current neighbor, but the next occupant might be as bad, or possibly even worse.  This way any future owner of the house would see the fence before purchasing the property, so he'd have no complaints. 

A couple of hours later, a patrol car pulling up in front of the neighbor's house.  After the officer spoke to the man's wife and had collected a bag from her, he came over and rang our doorbell next.  It was the same officer I'd spoken with earlier. 

"As long as I had to swing by to pick up a few things for your neighbor, I thought I'd let you know what has happened so far.  The man has been arraigned on several charges, which include destruction of private property, criminal mischief, failure to comply with a lawful order, and assault with a deadly weapon.  The last charge was because he continued walking toward my partner and me with the chainsaw and wouldn't put it down after he'd been ordered to do so.   The judge also wanted him charged with contempt, being a public nuisance, and the illegal use of public funds.  The last charge was for wasting everyone's time and the added expense he'd caused the various jurisdictions when they had to respond to his unfounded complaints, as well as taking up valuable docket time in court.  He's currently in jail, which is the reason I came to get a few items for him, but the judge refused bail because of the contempt charge." 

"I'm sorry to hear that, and I think some of those charges might be a bit of an overreach," I stated after hearing what he'd said. 

"Yes, I think we all know that some of the charges will eventually be dismissed, but we wanted to have enough leverage so the D.A. would be able to force his lawyer into making a deal.  He'll have to do that, if he wants to help his client avoid substantial jail time." 

"I think I understand, but weren't you running the risk of giving the old geezer a heart attack when he heard about all of the charges?  He has to be at least 80." 

"Eighty-three was what he told me, but he's doing fine.  Wait, let me take some of that back.  After talking to his wife, she told me her husband's doctor believes he's in the very early stages of Alzheimer's.  They think it's why he's been acting so erratic and having uncontrollable mood swings." 

"If we'd have known that, we may have acted differently and given him a slightly wider birth."

"Yes, and we might have as well.  I think I'm going to suggest that they take it into consideration before a decision is reached on a sentence.  We might be able to include something that will help make life a little easier on his wife, since she's finding it increasingly difficult to deal with him too." 

"That might be a good idea.  Run it by the judge, and suggest they might want to consult a specialist as well, so he can give them some ideas about the most appropriate way to deal with the problem." 

"I'll pass that information along, so thank you." 

"And thank you for stopping by."

When the rest of the family got home later, I didn't say anything right away, because I didn't want to scare Evan and Ashley.  However, once they were busy doing other things, I asked to speak with Brad and Pam, but I also invited Reid to join us. 

"It was a strange and exciting day," I began.  "Have any of you been out in the backyard tonight?" 

"I don't remember going out there since I've been home," Brad answered.  "Why do you want to know?"

"I was wondering if you might have noticed anything?" 

"Like what?" Pam followed. 

"Our neighbor cut down one of the fence posts with a chainsaw earlier.  I've braced it up temporarily, but that post will have to be dug up and replaced." 

"He really did that?" Reid asked, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. 

"Yes, shortly after you all left this morning.  Fortunately, I heard the chainsaw start up and went to check the security monitors.  When I saw what he was up to, I dialed 9-1-1." 

"So he only cut down one support post?" Brad wanted to know. 

"Yes, I was able to confront him and slow him down until the police arrived.  For a moment, I thought they were going to shoot him?" 

"Why?  What did he do?" Reid demanded. 

"When they told him to turn off the chainsaw, he didn't obey and moved closer to them as he went to cut down the next post.  It was lucky for him that they only drew their weapons when they thought he was coming at them, but they didn't shoot." 

"So what happened?"  Reid was nearly hyperventilating now, as he waited for me to answer. 

"His wife came out and asked him to stop too, but he didn't seem to hear her either.  In fact, he almost cut her with the chainsaw by accident when he turned to see who was moving toward him.  When he realized what he'd nearly done, he finally complied with what the officers told him." 

"So what did they do to him?" 

"They arrested the man and charged him with several offenses, but I think some of them were a bit of a reach.  I think they wanted to have him charged with as many crimes as possible, hoping it would make him more cooperative."

"So he's in jail now?"  This was gradually becoming a two-way discussion between Reid and me. 

"For the time being, and he's being held without bail.  I also learned he has a medical condition that may have played a factor in how he's been acting.  His wife told the police that her husband's doctor said he's showing early signs of having Alzheimer's." 

"Is that the one where you lose you memory?" 

"Yes, but it is often accompanied by violent mood swings too.  That may be what happened here." 

"So he was acting like that because he's sick?" 

"That's a bit over simplistic, but I believe it was the primary cause of his outbursts." 

"Dang, now I kinda feel bad for him." 

"I know.  I do too." 

"If you two don't mind me interrupting," Brad stated next, letting us know we'd been monopolizing the discussion, "do you want to go with me to get a new post tomorrow?" 

"Yes, that's a good idea, because bad weather or strong winds could cause the temporary supports to fall away and then that portion of the fence could break apart.  Then, we'd have to replace even more than just the one post." 

"Ok, let's go remove that panel then and we'll place it in the garage for now.  It will take the stress off the post and then we can take it down so we can remove the security cam." 

"Good idea.  And later I'll dig up the section of the post below ground level, including the cement." 

"And I'll help," Reid offered. 

"Ok, I don't have a problem with that."

"But not until after we eat," Brad chimed in.  "I'm sure Pam has got dinner going by now."  Brad was correct and Pam told us dinner would be ready in about twenty minutes. 

Since we still had a little time, Reid and I went out to the garage and located the tools we'd need for our project.  We then took them up near the damaged post and left them there until we were ready to start digging.  Then, Brad came out to help us lift the panel and carry it to the garage.  When we finished, we went inside, washed up, and sat down to eat with the family. 

"Did the fence break?" Evan asked as we were filling our plates. 

"Yes, so we'll have to fix it," his father answered. 

"We'll do some of it tonight and the rest tomorrow," I added.

"K.  Can I help?" 

"I'm sure Reid and I can find something for you to do."

When I looked at Reid he didn't appear happy about this, so I thought I'd better say something.  "I agreed to let you help, and now I'm going to let your brother help too, unless you want me to do it alone."

"No, cuz I want to help you, so Evan can help too."  I could tell he still wasn't happy, but he decided he'd rather relent than be left out completely. 

I noticed Pam and Brad had been watching our interaction closely, and I saw each one smile at the way it was resolved.  I guess it meant they were satisfied with the way I'd handled the situation with their sons. 

As soon as we finished the meal, Brad called Home Depot to order the supplies we'd need to repair the fence.  He wanted to make sure they'd have the items we needed when we showed up the next day. 

While Brad was doing that, Reid and I dug around the cement and exposed the section of post that had been underground, while Evan played in the loose dirt.  As soon as it was exposed, I tied a rope around the cement that had been holding the post in place so Evan, Reid, and I could grab onto the rope and pull it out.  Before long, it was laying on the ground next to the rather large hole that was left behind. 

"That's all we can do for now," I told the boys as we put the tools back in the garage. 

"We're all dirty now, so will you give me a bath, Uncle Quinn?" 

"I'll tell you what.  I'll do you one better.  Rather than all of us walking through the house and having your mother yell at us for tracking dirt inside, we'll go through the door to my apartment and then we'll all undress and shower together in my bathroom instead." 

"Yeah, like big boys do," Evan squealed, totally excited, while Reid glared in my direction. 

"After we get washed up, you two can wrap towels around your waists and go up to your rooms to get dressed, and I'll take all of our dirty clothes to the laundry room while you're doing that."  Since Reid was still staring at me, I mouthed the words, "And then you can come back to join me for the night." 

His face suddenly broke into a smile, because he now knew this wasn't cutting into our time together.  Without further hesitation, the three of us went into my apartment and began to undress.  Then, I asked Reid to go turn on the shower so it would be ready when we got there. 

"Wow!  You two gots big wieners," Evan commented as he first looked at my penis and then his brother's.  It hadn't dawned on me that the boys might not have seen each other naked before when I first suggested this, so I hoped it wasn't going to create a problem. 

"Yeah, I guess Evan hasn't seen me like this since I started to grow more.  I never thought about it, cuz we used to see each other naked all the time.  We even took baths together once in a while." 

"Yes, I never considered it either, but it's too late to worry about it now.  And Evan, your wiener will get bigger too, when you get to be Reid's age."

"Good."

I then washed both boys, and Reid did his best to wash me while I was washing Evan.  I'd washed Evan first, so Reid tried to clean my groin while I was doing Evan's back, because this way his brother wouldn't notice him touching my penis.  When I began to wash Reid, Evan asked him a question. 

"I like it when Uncle Quinn washes me.  Do you like it now that he's washing you too?" 

"Yes, it's kinda nice," Reid agreed, while trying to hide his smile and stifle his urge to giggle. 

"I like taking a shower too.  Can we do this when you wash me from now on?"  I should have anticipated this might happen, even before I'd suggested doing it. 

"Let me think about that, and then I'll talk it over with your parents to see if they'd mind.  I'll let you know tomorrow night." 

"K, but I hope we can do this." 

As soon as we finished, I helped both boys dry off, and then I had them wrap their towels around their waists so they could go to their rooms. 

"Uh, will you get dressed and go out to make sure no one's out there?" Reid asked.  "I'd rather not run into Ashley or my mom like this." 

"I can, but it shouldn't be a problem, unless you drop the towel.  I'm sure they've both seen you two shirtless before, and the rest of you is covered more than if you were wearing shorts or a swimsuit." 

"Yeah, I know, but will you still check?" 

"Sure, if you're such a big sissy," I teased as I threw something on and headed out the door leading to the main house.  I didn't see anyone around, so I told the boys the coast was clear and sent them on their way.  As he passed me, Reid turned toward me and whispered. 

"I'll be back soon." 

When Reid returned, I asked the question that I thought was probably on his mind.  "Would you mind if Evan showered with us on Friday and Saturday nights?" 

"But that's our time together."  His lip was projecting outward in a pout. 

"But I promised to give Evan a bath those two nights anyway, so this way you'll still be with me and not totally left out while I'm with Evan." 

"I didn't think of that." 

"We shower together every other night anyway, so would it hurt if we all did it together those two nights.  We'll still do something afterward, and if we have to, we can always shower again." 

"Ok, cuz that will mean I'll get to spend even more time with you too." 

"I'll talk to your parents tomorrow and see if they have a problem with it, and if they don't, that's what we'll do from now on." 

"Yeah, I guess having Evan in there with us wasn't too bad, except I wasn't able to play with your dick.  As long as I can do that afterward, then it will be ok.  Besides, I got a kick out of seeing his little dick again too.  It's a little bigger than what I remember, but not much bigger, so I can't wait to see how it grows as he gets older." 

"And I think he'll be doing the same with you." 

Since Reid was being so cooperative, I decided to let him choose what he wanted to do this evening.  "It's your call.  What would you like us to do next?"

"I know you probably won't do anything new with me tonight, so let's just suck each other off." 

"Sixty-nine or one at a time?" 

"One at a time.  I like that better cuz you do more than just suck me off.  You kiss me, nibble on my neck, play with my titties, and stick your tongue in my belly button first, before you suck my balls and dick.  I want you to put your finger in my butt too.  I liked it a lot when you hit my pro-state." 

"It's not said with a long 'o', and is pronounced prostate."  

"Whatever it's called, it feels really good when you rub it while you're sucking me off." 

Since Reid threw some clothes on before he returned, I had to take them off of him now.  I kissed him before I removed each item, and he eagerly tongue dueled with me each time I moved back to his lips.  The more often I did these things with him, the more aggressive he became.  In a normal relationship, with someone his own age, he probably would have been the dominant one in the relationship.  I'll still let him take the reins to some extent, but I was always ready to take over again, anytime he got carried away. 

When he was finally naked, I guided him onto the bed and we kissed some more.  Then, I worked on his ear closest to me, before working across his neck and nibbling my way to the other lobe.  When I felt I'd done that for long enough, I suckled on each of his breasts and had him squirming beneath me as the sensations from those tiny nubs rippled through his body. 

He was panting as I began to work my way down his chest, and then his belly jiggled when he giggled as I flicked my tongue in and out of his navel in machine gun fashion.  Then I got up and moved between his legs, but this time I surprised him.  As I lowered my head in front of his scrotum, I also lifted his legs and pushed them toward his chest.  As soon as his pucker was winking at me, I dove forward and ran my tongue all around his opening, before trying to penetrate the guardian muscle with my tongue.  

"I can't believe you're doing that," he hissed as I attacked his most private place.  "But it feels good, so don't stop." 

Eventually, he relaxed enough for me to penetrate him slightly, and it caused his hips to catapult off the mattress and my tongue to slip out of its temporary home.  "Oh, man.  That surprised me.  I thought you were just going to lick the outside, not stick your tongue in there." 

"Just relax and enjoy the new sensations." 

"K.  I'll try." 

As soon as his backside hit the mattress again, I repeated my actions and worked on him like that for a couple of minutes.  Then, I slid higher and attacked his scrotum, before licking my way up the length of his penis, until I reached the bulbous head.  After teasing the tiny slit with my tongue and running my oral muscle around the ridge of his helmet, I opened my mouth and swallowed his erection.  Reid moaned loudly as his penis hit the back of my throat and my lips and nose touched his pubic patch. 

I also shoved my finger up his rectum, and then curled the tip so I could stroke his prostate.  It was only a couple of minutes after that before he was spewing his load down my throat, cooing and ahhhing the entire time. 

I gave him all the time he needed to come down from his trip into the stratosphere, and as soon as he returned to earth, he bolted upright and threw his arms around my neck. 

"It just keeps getting better!  I couldn't believe you didn't warn me before you did that with your tongue, but it felt really good." 

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." 

"When you first stuck your tongue in my butt, I thought it was kinda gross, but then it started feeling good so I didn't want you to stop.  I still liked it most when your finger hit that spot inside of me, because it was like fireworks were going off in my brain and it caused my whole body to tingle.  That's when I shot my stuff into your mouth."

"That's what I figured." 

As soon as he calmed down a little, he attacked me next, as he tried to give me as much pleasure as I'd just given him.  He was repeating nearly every step that I had performed on him, but when he tried to lift my legs, I had to ask a question. 

"Are you sure you're ready to do this?" 

"Yeah, I want to give it a try too." 

"You might find that not all of your body is quite as willing to comply as you are." 

"What do you mean?" 

"You might involuntarily begin to gag when your mind realizes what you're doing." 

"Nah, I think I'll be ok.  Just let me try." 

Since he seemed eager to do this, I wasn't about to crush his enthusiasm, so I lifted my legs and drew them back to my chest.  "You don't have to do this, if you want to change your mind." 

"No, I'm still going to do it."

He then leaned forward and very tentatively stuck out his tongue, extending it until it came into contact with my skin.  He hesitated momentarily as he evaluated if there was any reason to stop, and then he began to slide his tongue all around my opening.  I thought that was all he was going to do the first time, but then he surprised me by trying to force his tongue into the entrance.  I relaxed as much as possible so he could make some headway, and after a brief period of trial and error, he decided he'd done enough. 

"We'll do that again next time, but now I'll suck you off." 

I wasn't about to argue with him, so I lowered my legs and let him begin to work on my penis.  When he slid his finger up my ass, he found my prostate more easily this time and began to stroke it.  That definitely sped up my response time, so before long I was pumping my load into his mouth.  He drank it down as quickly as he could, and then looked up at me with a big grin on his face.  That's when I noticed some cum leaking out of the corners of his lips, so I wiped it off with my finger and then held it out for him to suck.  He did that eagerly, and then we prepared for bed. 

As we spooned together and got ready to sleep, I heard him mumble one final comment.  "I love you, Uncle Quinn.  I really, really do." 

"And I love you too, sweetie." 

Hearing me use a pet name for him, he looked over his shoulder and grinned again.  "Just don't call me that in front of Mom and Dad."



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I wish to extend my thanks to Donny and Emoe for editing these chapters for me and offering their suggestions. 

 

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My other stories:

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/different-points-of-view/

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-throw-away-kid/

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-guardian/

                                                

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Although the boys in these stories sometimes have unprotected sex, I strongly urge all of you out there to be smart and protect yourselves from various sexually transmitted diseases by using taking appropriate precautions before engaging in sex.