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by
Erastes
Copyright 2017 by Erastes
Chapter
9
- Settling In.
Saturday morning Brad went to get the truck again, and then that afternoon his friends showed up to help us move the rest of the furniture from their old house. Pam stayed at the new house with the kids so she could keep them from getting in the way, which turned out to be a very smart move. The rest of us ended up getting a real workout from carrying the remaining pieces of furniture, because we'd left the biggest and heaviest items until last.
It took the entire afternoon to move the final items, because not only were they heavy, but they were also quite bulky, so it took a lot out of us. Since we had to carry the dressers down from the second floor, it took two of us on each end to make sure that no one got injured in the process, just in case someone happened to slip or lose his grip. It was also kind of awkward and fairly crowded going down the staircase, since the two men on either end had to navigate side-by-side, with barely any extra room to spare. We did it, however, without any serious incidents and loaded the various items onto the truck.
We had to reverse the process at the new house and carry most of the items up to the second floor. On our second trip up the stairs with another dresser, Brad's partner slipped as he was walking backward up the stairs. Not only did he lose his balance, he also lost his grip on the dresser and ended up sprawled out on the steps. This might have been disastrous, because the dresser could have landed on him and caused major damage, but Brad was able to react in time. Not only did he call out and let us know to stop moving forward, but he also held up his end of the dresser until his friend was able to crawl out from under it and scramble back to his feet. We were all very careful from that point on and encountered no other problems, so we were all very grateful that the mishap had ended so well.
After we finished carrying the last of the items inside, which happened to be the china cabinet, Brad grabbed some cold beers out of the refrigerator and passed one to each of us. He also told his friends that he'd invite them and their families back to the house for a cookout, just as soon as his family had adjusted to the new place and things had settled down.
While Brad and I were relaxing with his friends, Pam took the kids up to their rooms and started helping them unpack the last of their belongings. As the kids were placing the last few items in their dressers, Pam ran the vacuum in each room, as well as on the stairs. Then she vacuumed the main entrance and dining room, because we'd tracked dirt in from the truck and the lawn as we traipsed back and forth carrying the various items inside. By the time she finished, Brad's friends had left after he thanked each one for his help.
We decided to go out to eat that night, since we were all tired and no one felt like fixing anything. The kids all liked the idea, since they got to choose what they wanted for a change, rather than having to eat whatever was served. We all enjoyed our meals and were quite stuffed by the time we got home, ready to relax and catch our breath.
We watched a couple of television programs with the kids when we got home, before sending them upstairs to get cleaned up and ready for bed. Evan asked me to give him his bath again, but Pam told him let me rest tonight, since I'd worked so hard earlier. Evan wasn't happy about that, although he complied, but I could tell Reid was absolutely ecstatic. As soon as Evan and his mother had walked away, Reid immediately dragged me up to his room. He just wanted to chat for now, because he was afraid his mother might hear something if we did anything else.
"Ok, so what do you want to talk about?" I asked, as soon as he'd shut the door and we were sitting on the bed.
"Your story. Have you written any more?"
"A little, but I've been spending most of my time helping your parents, so I haven't accomplished very much."
"That sucks. I was hoping I could read some of it."
"Have you finished both of the other stories yet?"
"The first one, but not the second."
"Don't you like that one as much as the other?"
"Yeah, I do, but I've been too busy with my schoolwork and haven't had the time. I've had a lot more homework so far - lots more than last year."
"Yes, that's what happens when you get older and move into the higher grades."
"Yeah, I know."
"Then if you want to read, I'd suggest you finish the second story first. That way, I can get more written before you're ready for it."
"But I want to read that story instead, cuz I'm in it."
"I know, but by the time you finish the other story there will be more for you to read and you won't have to keep stopping and waiting for me to write more. It will also give me time to work out some problems before you start bugging me again." He looked at me oddly for a few seconds before he reacted.
"So you think I'm bugging you?"
"Only because you're always asking if I've written more. Writing doesn't work like a typical job. It's not like assembling products in a factory or working on a computer. As an author, you spend a lot of time trying to resolve problems that have arisen in your story, things you hadn't anticipated, as well as doing research so the readers won't point out mistakes you've made later. Then, after you finish each chapter you have to proof-read it a couple of times and polish what you've already written. That's why it takes time and the reason you're going to need to be patient."
"Dang! I didn't know it was so complicated. I thought you just came up with an idea and then sat down to write it."
"That's only part of it, but then those other things come into play. It's not as easy as writing a letter to a friend or texting."
"Ok, I'll try to be more patient then."
"And I'll try to write the best story I'm capable of, with my boy as one of the main characters."
My last statement caused Reid to grin broadly and he beamed in approval just before we heard his mother finish up with Evan and head downstairs. That's when Reid suddenly switched gears.
"We'll wait a little while until Evan falls asleep, and then we can do something again."
"Reid, I'm totally exhausted from carrying all those heavy items today, so I don't think I have enough strength left to do anything tonight." The expression on his face told me Reid was sorely disappointed.
"Then I'll just do it to you," he offered, thinking that would solve the problem.
"I think my body is just too tired for that as well. I don't even think I could get hard, even if you danced naked in front of me or spent hours trying to make it happen."
"Can we still shower together?"
"Yes, we can do that, because I think the hot water will help to loosen up my tired muscles and allow me sleep better."
"Good, then I'll wash you, and you can wash me too, if you think you'll be able to do that. If not, I'll just wash myself, but I want to cuddle with you in bed while we sleep."
"Ok, I think I'll be able to manage that. Besides, I like cuddling with you just as much as you like to cuddle with me." Reid absolutely lit up when I said this, so I knew he'd totally forgotten about his earlier disappointment.
Reid ended up washing both of us, because I was just too damn exhausted, but I enjoyed standing under the hot spray as much as he would allow. Then, we dried off and climbed into bed, and as soon as he spooned up in front of me, I placed my arm over his chest and gave him a little squeeze. I must have passed out shortly after that, because I don't remember anything else until I awoke the following morning.
Sunday was supposed to be our day of rest, but it didn't quite work out the way we planned. After breakfast, we loaded up a bunch of cleaning supplies and the vacuum into the Highlander before heading over to their old house again. Pam wanted to make sure it was spotless, because Brad was dropping the key off with the realtor on his way to work on Monday, so they could go through the house and prepare the listing. Then, the real estate agent would start showing the property, because Brad and Pam wanted it to sell quickly so they wouldn't have two mortgages hanging over their heads for very much longer.
Once we got to the other house, Brad and Pam put the kids to work too, along with me, and the place was looking quite good by the time we broke for lunch. Before we went to eat, though, Pam walked through the entire house and then said she would return later, so she could go over the kitchen and bathrooms again. To our surprise, she said she didn't need our help doing this and would take care of it herself, so we were done for the day. We thanked her and told her we would keep an eye on the kids and make sure they had their homework done while she finished up. After all of this had been agreed to, we drove to the new house and fixed a quick bite to eat.
After we finished our meal, Pam took off in her car, while we asked the kids if they had any homework. Evan didn't, but Ashley said she had a little and Reid said he had a lot. We sent them off to do their homework, while Evan went to watch Nickelodeon. I told Reid I'd come up in a little while to see how he was doing and I would also check over his homework, which caused him to race up to his room and get started.
My belongings were due to arrive the following day, but I had no idea what time they were going to be delivered. Since I wasn't sure if I'd be able to do much once the container arrived, Brad advised me to just have them leave it in the driveway and he'd help me later. He also said he and Pam would park on the street until the container was picked up again, since it would only be for a few days. That would give me total access to the container without any obstacles in the way.
He then asked how I'd arranged things inside the container, so I told him that the various pieces of furniture were the last things loaded, with the bed being the final item. I explained that I'd loaded the boxes and other items first, so I couldn't get to those until the furniture was out of the way. That's when Brad told me that he would request to take a day off from work so he could help me move most of my things into the apartment.
"I can't do it on Tuesday, because we have a big department meeting scheduled, but I can help you on Wednesday, if that's alright?"
"Yes, that will work fine. I actually thought we'd be doing it each night after you got home from work, but Wednesday will work out even better. I'm just curious how you can take time off on such short notice."
"It's easy. I've already notified my boss that I would need to take another day off during the coming week, but I just didn't know which one. My boss said that would be fine and I could just let him know later which day it would be." Since his boss didn't seem to have a problem with this, neither did I.
As soon as I finished talking to Brad, I went up to see how Reid was doing with his homework. This was the first time he hadn't remained by my side, because he'd stayed within arm's reach while we were cleaning the old house. Even when we returned to the new house to eat or I was talking to his parents, he was never far away, but he wasn't being clingy. Instead, he merely wanted to be near me and we chatted whenever someone else wasn't vying for my attention, at least until he went upstairs to do his homework.
After he learned his father was going to take Wednesday off from work so he could help move my furniture into the apartment, Reid wanted to stay home from school too. I even heard him begging his parents to let him do this so he could help unload the container with us, but his mom and dad were adamant and wouldn't give in. He wasn't happy, but agreed to do what they said.
Since he was still slightly down when we headed to bed, I did my best to make him feel better before we fell asleep. The first thing I did was to swap blowjobs with him, before showering together and then cuddling in bed. That seemed to work, because he was almost purring as he fell asleep.
On Monday, I worked on my manuscript while waiting for PODS to deliver the container, and I picked a spot to do it where I could also look out the window and watch for them to arrive. That didn't happen until two in the afternoon, and then I went outside and directed them where to leave it. I had to sign the paperwork first, and then they slid it off the flatbed and told me to call when I was ready to have the empty container picked up. I told them to plan on doing it on Friday, because I thought that would be more than enough time for us to unload everything.
After they left, I went back into the house and worked on the story again, because I didn't want to disappoint Reid. I did that until the others arrived home later, and only stopped when I saw that Reid wanted to talk to me.
"So all of your stuff is in there?" he asked, while pointing out the window at the container.
"Yep, it's all there, except for the things I'd brought with me when I first arrived."
"So what happens when we get all those things inside?"
I was confused and wasn't sure what he wanted to know. "What do you mean?"
"Well, does it mean you'll be staying in your bedroom from now on and you won't be sleeping with me?"
"That was the idea about me having my own place."
"But I still want us to sleep together."
"We can still do that, but it just won't happen all the time from now on."
"That's not fair, so I'll come down here to join you if I have to."
"You'd better clear that with your parents first, or else they may not let you do it at all."
"Then we'll talk to them after Mom puts Ashley and Evan in bed. I don't want to wait, so we have to do this tonight." I didn't argue with him, but I hoped he didn't get too aggressive or insistent when trying to convince his mom and dad.
I could see that Reid was on pins and needles all night long, and he even followed Brad and me outside when we went to get my bed and carried it to my new bedroom. It had been the last thing we'd loaded before I left, so of course it was the first item we took out, much to Reid's chagrin.
The main reason I had Brad help me with this tonight was so I would have room to get inside the container the following day, so I could check out the rest of the contents. I wanted to inspect everything and make sure nothing had been damaged during transport, so I'd be able to make a claim before the container was taken away. After a cursory inspection, I didn't see any obvious problems, but I would check each item carefully as it was unloaded or unpacked.
After seeing the look Reid gave me after the bed was set up, I knew he was wondering if I was planning on sleeping in it tonight. Since my bedding was still in one of the boxes in the container that wouldn't be possible, but he didn't seem to catch on to that fact. Therefore, I decided to put his concerns to rest.
"I'm afraid the pillows and bedding are still in boxes, but I'm just not sure which ones. I guess that's all I can do for now, so I hope you don't mind letting me sleep with you again tonight."
"No, not at all," he replied as a huge grin spread across his lips and extended from ear-to-ear.
Since that was settled, he seemed to calm down for the rest of the night, but he made sure his parents knew that he wanted all of us to talk later. I think they had a pretty good idea what this was about, so they continued their normal routine until the little ones were in bed.
"Ok, so what is it you want to talk about?" Brad asked as soon as we were all together.
"Uncle Quinn said he'll be sleeping in his own room from now on, so I want to know if I can start sleeping down here with him?"
"You can on the weekend, or when you're on vacation, honey, but not all the time," his mother answered.
"But I want to sleep with him every night!"
"No, I don't want you doing that when you've got school the next day," Brad added.
"But I've been sleeping with him every night already and I've been going to school!"
"We know, but we're afraid your grades will start slipping if you do it too often," Pam responded. "Besides, Ashley and Evan will want to know why you're not sleeping in your own room."
"They won't know, because I'll come down after they're in bed."
After a brief pause, Brad spoke again. "But Evan will know you're not showering up there, because I'm sure he can hear when you're doing that."
"He's usually asleep before I go in to shower, so he'll never know. I won't come down until they're both asleep, and then I promise I'll be back in my room again before they wake up."
Brad and Pam looked at each other, apparently trying to communicate telepathically, until Brad finally spoke up. "I don't think it's a good idea, but I guess we can give it a try. If your grades start to fall, or if you fail to do your chores, then you won't be allowed to do it any longer. We'll also put a stop to it if Ashley or Evan figure out what you're doing, because I don't want to explain to them what you and Uncle Quinn are up to."
Reid said he understood and agreed to abide by his dad's conditions, so I guess I wasn't going to be alone after all.
Since I couldn't do very much, I spent part of Tuesday crawling over furniture as I checked everything out, but I also grabbed whatever boxes I could, so I could take them inside. Seeing the pillows and bedding had been placed in a box and loaded just before we put the various parts of the bed inside, including the mattress and box spring, they were easy to find. Since the bedding hadn't been washed before I loaded them, I did that next, and then I made the bed just as soon as they finished in the dryer.
I was still puttering around my apartment when Reid got home, so he came in to see what I was doing. He immediately noticed that the bed was made and immediately wheeled about to face me.
"Does this mean you're sleeping down here tonight?"
"Yes, that's what I was planning on."
"Then I am too, cuz Mom and Dad said they'd let me do it as long as I keep my grades up and do my chores."
"Did they really say that?" I teased, which caused him to look at me with a horror-stricken expression on his face.
"You're only joking with me, aren't you?"
"Yes, I just wanted to see how you'd react."
"Well, stop doing that, because I don't like it."
"Yes, sir," I answered, as I snapped to attention.
"And don't do that, cuz I don't like it when you do that either."
"Alright. I guess I asked for that as well."
"So should I bring some of my stuff down and keep it here from now on?"
"No, you can bring the things down that you need each night, but you won't have to keep anything down here."
"That sucks. So are we gonna shower down here too?"
"We can if you want, and it will probably be easier to do it down here, because my bathroom has a large shower stall. I take it that using a shower must have been easier for whoever lived here first, and if that person needed to sit down there was plenty of room for them to use a plastic chair in there too. That would have made it perfect for them, but it works out great for me as well."
"Yeah, I think I'm gonna like it too."
We had dinner with the family first, and then Reid went up to do his homework. He also used that as his excuse later, when he came down to see me after his mother took Ashley and Evan upstairs to get ready for bed. When they asked where he was going, he said he wanted me to check his homework.
He obviously wasn't planning on returning to his room anytime soon, though, because once I'd checked his homework he started taking off his clothes, as he got ready to shower with me. I decided not to argue the point and went along with what he wanted to do, so we were soon in my shower washing each other.
I have to admit that I loved the showerhead that was there, because it offered several options, from an extremely powerful spray on down to a fine mist. It also had a pulsing feature that felt really good, and Reid seemed to be trying them all out as I was busy washing his body. When we finished, I suddenly realized that all of my towels were still in a box in the container, so we had nothing to dry with. Since Reid figured no one else would be up, he slipped on his briefs and raced upstairs to get two towels from his bathroom.
His assumption that everyone else would be in their rooms was obviously incorrect, because as I heard him going up the stairs, I also heard his mother's voice.
"Woo hoo!" she teased after seeing her son running past her in damp tighty-whities.
I figured Reid would tell me what happened when he returned, which he did a couple of minutes later. This time he had one of the towels wrapped around his waist, which he held in place with his right hand, and a fresh pair of briefs and my towel in his other hand.
"Mom was in the hall when I went upstairs."
"Yes, I know. I heard her."
"I'm not sure what she saw, but I realized the water had made it so she might have been able to see my dick. I didn't know you could practically see through these things when they were wet."
"Yep, that tends to happen with white fabric, especially cotton. Why do you think wet t-shirt competitions are such a big hit?"
"Damn! I hope she didn't see my dick then."
"She's seen it before, as well as your father's, so don't get too upset."
"She may have seen it before, but not when it was as big as it is now. I was even hard at the time, because I was thinking about what we were going to do when I got back."
"I guess it's a case of bad timing then." He didn't look happy after hearing my remark.
"Let's just do something, so I'll stop thinking about it."
In an effort to make him feel better and to help him forget that his mother might have seen his junk, I decided to try something new with him.
"Tonight we'll try a sixty-nine."
"What's that?"
"I was about to explain, if you'd give me a chance. We're going to give each other a blowjob again, but this time we'll do it at the same time. I'll lay down on the bed and then you get on all fours above me, with your head over my penis and your junk over my head." He thought about this briefly and then his face lit up.
"Oh, ok. I get it now."
"Yes, but I'll take longer than you will, so once you shoot, you can either continue what you were doing, jerk me off instead, or just let me finish up."
"I'll finish doin' it the same way, so don't worry."
I wasn't worried, but Reid kept his word and finished me off orally. Even after he'd ejaculated down my throat, he only paused long enough to enjoy his orgasm, and then he started up again, like a starving calf on it's mother's teat. He also learned a few tricks from when I was working on him, because he started massaging my scrotum for added stimulation. When I was finally ready to ejaculate, he took my entire load and only lost a little in the effort, since gravity caused some of it to fall back on my groin. He quickly cleaned that off, though, and then we cuddled together on the bed and fell asleep.
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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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