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1. This story is fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is pure coincidence.
2. This story depicts acts of physical intimacy between boys, as well as between men and boys. If this content is anathema, distasteful or otherwise illegal for you to consume, please take necessary steps to surf elsewhere.
3. This story is about deep and enduring friendship, but also about "hot, sweaty, lust driven passion sex" that transcends friendship in as much as it can be born from it.
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Charles Rubin

chrubin@hotmail.com
February 2017

 

(From previous chapter)

After two discarded takes, the boys felt satisfied with their post-sex `we-fie' head shot. Two handsome blonde banged boys, one bespectacled, both with that unmistakable post-orgasm flush on their smiling faces. Furthermore, they were lying sideways on a bed as two spoons, bare shouldered in the frame. Finally, if those elements were not suggestive enough, each boy had glistening streaks of semi-dry cum all over their lips. Aaron, of course, still had remnants of cum in his hair and on his spectacles. The boys' respective green and grey pupils twinkled with a zest for shared life and love.

Gene made a mental note to have a proper talk with the boys about sexting and cyber security when it came to compromising photographs like that, but for now he was content to bask in the intoxicating aura of two beautiful afterglows. Not even three hours had passed since the boys' sleepover had begun and already, the room was heavy with the smell of teen boy cum. Gene knew that in his heart he wouldn't have it any other way.

 

Chapter 10 – Delicious golden chicken bake

Gene held tightly to Davis' hips as he slow fucked him in the shower. A combination of soap, water and carnal gyrations made it harder than it appeared to keep his grip without bruising his precious one. The piping hot water from the shower head caused the whole room to steam up, making breaths heavier and heads lighter. Davis' wet fringe completely covered his eyes and to a more distant observer, he would have looked like he was wearing a costume mask or blindfold. To enjoy what was going on, however, Davis needed no sense of sight.

Ploughing in and out of the adolescent's love channel, Gene's thick six inch man cock imparted wave after wave of pleasure to the boy with every stroke. Squelch... squelch...slap.. slap.. slap... squelch.. squelch... Davis leaned forward a little more, hands reaching forward to brace himself against the tiled wall in front of him. Every thrust through his ass ring sent shivers up his spine, and each time Gene pulled back he stopped just shy of his dickhead leaving Davis, before plunging back in, working the boy's prostate as it went past. They had been at this for nearly ten minutes, almost a new record on account of how Davis had already cum twice earlier that day. There wasn't a square millimeter of slack skin on Davis' boy cock. Every cell, every capillary of erectile tissue was filled to its limit. Davis was so hard it almost hurt, but it hurt so good. Feeling a second pair of hands tickle his balls and start to pump his shaft, Davis moaned more as he reveled being the at the center of attention.

Seated on the floor facing Davis' dangling dong, his back to the shower wall, Aaron took his hands off his own equipment as he started to pump Davis. Having had his turn earlier, Aaron now felt sufficiently recovered to give back and rejoined the hot action that played out before him. He had soaped up his hands and started polishing Davis, using both his palm and his fingers- a technique whose potency he had learnt firsthand that fateful day in the school music room. With the added sensations provided by soap and warm water, it was an attack that was sure to prove super effective.

"Oh god... oh fuck... Ohhh... Ohh... Fuck... That's good... Oh fuck..." Davis was muttering a constant stream of sweet nothings as he blissfully surrendered control of his higher brain functions. The sound of his voice echoing off the bathroom walls gave the whole enterprise an uncanny dreamlike quality. Gene, who had not cum yet that day, had tried to prolong this as long as he could but it was inevitable. Davis felt Gene's hands shift from his hips to hugging his chest moments before the man's penis expanded and pulsed deep inside him, filling him with the torrid, sloppy goodness that he couldn't get enough of.

"Oh Gene...Gene... OhGeneCumInsideMe! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Davis thought he would cum immediately as well but it was perhaps fifteen additional, agonizing, seconds before Aaron's skillful handiwork brought him to a blazing finish. "Haaaaahhh... Haaaah!!! Haaahh.. haaahhh... haaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!" Davis came so hard he felt he could actually hear the spurts over the sound of the running showerhead. His eyes had been closed all this time, but comets and celestial patterns floated in colourful glory behind his eyelids. Opening his eyes at last, Davis saw Aaron still sitting on the shower floor below him. Chest and stomach streaked with cum from where Davis had unleashed his rain of life. Even though Aaron had jizzed earlier during their group shower, Davis saw that his friend was semi-hard again from watching the action. Plopping himself off Gene's now slightly deflated cock, Davis squatted low in front of Aaron, letting his balls and inner shins rest on the warm tile floor between Aaron's spread legs. Soaping up his hands, Davis started rubbing another one off for Aaron, who tensed his thighs and grabbed Davis's shoulders. The boys didn't break eye contact as Davis coaxed Aaron back to Nirvana. He didn't last long, spurting a quick stream to some low guttural grunts before his eyes again glazed over and his body went completely slack, utterly and unbelievably spent. The trio cleaned up properly this time, completely satisfied that they had drained both their balls and, probably, half of the city's water supply over the course of that group shower.

Dinner, though two hours late on account of the extra-curricular activities, was well received and the boys wolfed down the chicken bake like healthy teenagers should. They didn't even complain about the broccoli. The rest of the evening passed uneventfully with the boys horsing around on Mario Kart and Halo while Gene turned in early. He woke up once in the middle of the night to visit the bathroom, during which he thought he heard creaking coming from the bedsprings of Davis' room. Not even bothering to check the time, Gene finished his business and went back to sleep, dreaming of boys with grey and green eyes.

The lads didn't appear the next morning until almost past noon. Davis was the first to come down the stairs, wearing nothing but his boxers and a sleepy expression. He had very bad bed head. Aaron was not far behind; boxered, bespectacled and even more bed headed than his friend.

"Good morning boys," Gene said cheerfully, looking up from his Sunday paper. "If you're quick there's still seven minutes of it left!"

"Morning...," groaned the boys, almost in unison.

"Food..." droned Davis.

"Milk..." added Aaron.

"Fridge is over there..." Gene couldn't help but marvel at how close the two boys had become in just a few short months. Like two zombies wearing boxer shorts, the boys ambled into the kitchen and helped themselves to some cereal. The electronic beep of the microwave oven, accompanied by the wafting fragrance of butter, told Gene that they had also discovered the sausages and scrambled eggs that had been left for them in the pan. Gene took a bet with himself that the sun-dried tomatoes would have been left unmolested.

At length, Gene finished his paper and, feeling peckish, made his way into the kitchen in search of a glass of orange juice. The boys were sitting at the dinner table, still only in their boxers, engrossed in their phones.

"Are you boys eventually going to get dressed?" Gene asked, amused.

"Nope!"

"Naap!"

Gene walked over and made a show of picking through Davis' hair, appearing to search for something but not finding it. He then checked Davis' grey eyes, distracting him from his phone game.

"Hmmmmm...," mused Gene in an exaggerated tone, before moving on to perform the same inspection on Aaron, where he also found nothing.

"What are you doing?" Davis asked, not annoyed in the slightest.

"Checking for alien mind control bugs," said the teacher with a smile. "Somehow you two have become clones of each other overnight." This brought laughs from the boys. "Okay, seriously though, do you guys have any plans for today? Aaron, your Dad mentioned that he'd be around late afternoon to pick you up."

"Actually," began Aaron, "Davis and I were thinking of doing our extra credit math homework before I left. That way if we got stuck we could ask you."

Gene made a show of stylized horror. "You're not the boys I met yesterday! What have you done with them!" Inwardly, he was beaming. If only Aaron's dad could have seen this, he thought to himself.

Rather than encourage the boys too much, which in his experience was likely to bring about an opposite reaction, Gene played it cool. "I think that's a good idea, but today is Sunday and the day is yours." Then he added. "Your asses only belong to me from Mondays to Fridays!"

Both boys simultaneously flipped him off, something that would have gotten them in boatloads of trouble had it happened in school, but this Sunday morning Gene only returned their smiles and raised his glass of orange juice to them in a toast as he retreated upstairs to get some of his own tasks done before the day wore on.

As it turned out, the boys did end up doing some school work and only came to query Gene once, which turned out to just be a misreading of the question. Davis was already a bright kid, and the love and stability that his time with living with Gene provided merely allowed him to perform closer to the best of his ability than he ever had before. Gene occasionally heard the boys bantering downstairs as they compared notes and solutions.

"This is wrong you retard, you forgot that you always do the bits in the brackets first!"

"See, this cancels with this, and then you can simplify the whole thing by dividing by seven."

"Oh I get it! Fuck this is not so bad."

Coarse language aside, Gene felt like he could listen to those sounds of learning all day. Before they knew it, Aaron's dad pulled up into the driveway and rang the doorbell. The boys, still in their boxers, abandoned their homework on the dining table as they bolted upstairs to put some clothes on. Gene passed them on his way down as he went to answer the door, giving each of them a playful slap on the butt cheeks as they went past. The boys each gave a squeal of delight in acknowledgment, before disappearing into Davis' bedroom in search of something more presentable than boxers, nipples and navels.

"Welcome back Aaron," Gene ushered the senior Aaron into the living room. "Can I offer you a beer or a soda?"

"A soda would be nice, thanks," replied Aaron's father, not wanting to drink and drive on the way back. Gene got his guest a bottle of root beer from the fridge and poured himself a glass of water from the tap. The cap came off with a hiss as Gene applied the bottle opener.

"I take it you survived your first sleepover with the boys around?" Aaron Sr took a generous swig from the bottle as he sat down on the two-seater couch where Davis first got ass fucked several months ago.

"Barely!" Gene lied. "I thought living with one teenager was tiring enough, but those boys feed off each other when they are together." Oh yea... that they do.

Mr Brown nodded, smiling. "Welcome to parenthood, my friend." He raised his bottle in salute.

Gene lifted his glass as he returned the toast. "Aaron is welcome back any time, and I mean that." The older man seemed surprised.

"Be careful what you promise, Molly and I can think of a hellava lot of places to go on weekends."

Gene half-forced a laugh. "Actually for the most part they look after themselves," he gestured to the dining table, "and they actually did some homework today, I think."

Mr Brown nearly choked on his root beer. "Homework? What drugs are you feeding these boys and where can I buy some?"

Alkyl nitrates, mostly. Gene's internal voice replied. Available by mail order or from your local adult store. Don't let it splash on your bare skin.

"Nothing special, really." Gene tried to sound nonchalant, but he knew from his teaching work just how rare it was to find teenage boys self-motivated to do homework on a weekend. "Actually they told me that they figured if they did it while I was around, they could always ask me if they got stuck." Which was true.

Davis and I also had so much sex with your son as soon as you drove off yesterday that he probably had enough fun for two weekends. Which was also probably true, Gene added to himself.

Aaron's Sr's reply was cut off by the sound of a stampeding herd of bison as the two boys came down the stairs, clothed and smelling freshly showered. Gene hoped that Aaron's father had not noticed that throughout their conversation there had only ever been the sound of one shower running.

"Hi Dad..." Aaron called out to his father. "Can Davis come sleepover with me next weekend?"

Mr Brown processed the request for a split second before invoking the time honoured answer known to fathers since the beginning of time. "You'll have to ask your mother, Aaron."

"Okay." Came the reply, as the boys started packing up their school supplies from the dinner table.

"Your mother's at Nan's this evening, Aaron," said his father, "we'll have to get dinner on the way back."

"Can't we just stay here for dinner? Mr Tanner makes a f-... wicked awesome chicken bake!" Though Gene hadn't noticed, Aaron's dad was now convinced that there was something magical in the water at the Tanner household. He had just heard his son self-correct his own speech to not swear.

"I think we have imposed enough on Mr Tanner and Davis for one weekend, Aaron."

It really sucks being a responsible parent sometimes, Gene thought, remembering the moments of whining that Davis sometimes put up when things would not go his way.

"However," Mr Brown added, "if Mr Tanner is open to it, maybe you can invite Davis and his Guardian Dad to have dinner out with us tonight," the men exchanged glances, "as a way to thank him for being such a kind host this weekend."

Though there was still plenty of leftover chicken bake in the fridge, Gene politely feigned reluctance before allowing himself to be persuaded by two puppy-eyed teenage boys to go out for dinner. In truth, Gene acceded to their requests rather quickly as he was half afraid that if he dragged things on too much they would start stripping his clothes off in full view of Aaron's father as they fell back on their `alternative' methods of persuasion.

It was almost nine when Davis and Gene pulled back into their driveway. The food at the local watering hole was nothing to write home about but the boys feasted on burgers while Gene ordered a poached salmon something or other. Free from the usually watchful gaze of his wife, Aaron Brown Senior lived dangerously and had the Porterhouse Steak with the works. It had been a good excursion.

Kissing Gene goodnight, Davis took his bedtime shower and retired to his bedroom, no doubt continuing his conversation with Aaron from dinner over text. Gene tidied up a little downstairs, portioned out the remaining chicken bake for his next three days of lunch at school and set the overnight timer on the dishwasher.

When did you become so domesticated, Gene Tanner?

When you became a Dad, sucker.

Gene knew that he would bear all this and more for the young man who had come into his life so unexpectedly and made it complete.

 

 

Author's note: Although there is one more chapter left to go, this is coming to the end of the story for now. After spending some very enjoyable weeks with Gene, Davis and Aaron it is time for them to continue their adventures without us for a while. It is likely that I will revisit them, perhaps in a sequel set or as part of an `extended universe'. The characters I create are quite dear to me so even when I let them live on without chronicles detailing their lives, I know that they remain in my memory and heart, as I hope they do yours. Feel free to `cum' back to revisit their adventures whenever it catches your fancy. I assure you that the boys don't mind.