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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

c.rubin@contactoffice.net
January 2017

 

(From previous chapter)'

Fuck them. Fuck them all. Haters can all go to hell, thought Gene to himself. With that, he leaned down and kissed Davis on the lips, Frenching him for a good thirty seconds barely inches from Aaron's face. Then, he turned and inched toward the second boy, inviting but not forcing. He was met with a hungry kiss and a probing tongue.

 

Chapter 7: White pizza

 

Aaron and Gene held their kiss for about half a minute before Davis began to butt in, play whining and licking both their cheeks, asking to be let in. Gene smiled as he broke the kiss, leaving the boys to finish up between them as he walked back to his teacher's desk. It was getting late.

Davis bemoaned aloud as he mopped up several puddles of cum from the floor with some kitchen towels. "Aaron why did you have to cum so much? It's sticky and won't wipe up!"

Nearby, Aaron, now fully dressed again in his signature red track pants and a blue quicksilver t-shirt, riposted back. "At least half of this cum is yours dude."

"Only because your sloppy ass wouldn't hold it in, you fop!"

"What's a fop?" Aaron asked aloud to no one particular. "I know, it must be something used to describe awesome people."

Aaron had been tasked by Gene with restoring the orchestra furniture to their original formation, somewhat disguising the fact that until a few minutes ago the room had looked as if two teenage boys had been having raunchy sex over the chairs. Perhaps this was the case because they had. In any event, the room still smelled of sex and cum but hopefully it would air out overnight as Gene planned to leave the studio door open when they left.

It was fast approaching five in the afternoon and Gene had to get Aaron home. They bundled the boys' bikes into the back of Gene's Wrangler Unlimited and dropped Aaron off just after the quarter of the hour. His parents, so he said, would be home before too long and he still had homework to do.

"It's your fault, you know," he told Davis accusingly, though his smile gave it away. "If I can't finish my homework tonight it's because you used all my homework time on that photo shoot".

"Oh? Really?" Davis put his thumb and index finger to his chin as he struck a comically philosophical pose from the front passenger seat. "As I recall, most of the time was spent snogging and teaching you the fine art of taking it up the ass like a man!"

"Next time is my turn, that ass is mine!" Aaron stepped away from the vehicle, laughing, as he made the `I'm watching you' gesture by pointing to his eyes with two fingers and then pointing at Davis with one finger, except he seemed to be pointing at Davis' ass through the SUV's door. "Your ass is mine." He mouthed silently while ostentatiously licking his lips.

Gene stepped in, he wanted to beat the rush hour traffic since they still had to get across town. "Alright, you two are already squabbling like an old couple, see you next time Aaron!"

"See you Mr Tanner, thanks again for the ride." Aaron pushed his bike into the garage and disappeared from view.

Gene and Davis drove in silence for a while, taking in the scenery of an unfamiliar, albeit generic neighborhood.

"I think we have created a monster, Dav." Gene said at length.

"He's pretty cool, Gene. Thanks for pushing me to make friends with him."

"After today, I think you two are going to be more than friends..."

Davis moved his hand onto Gene's crotch as he leaned in, whispering in singsong fashion. "Awww, someone jealous? Gene is jealous of Aaaaron!" Gene tried to focus his eyes on the road, but replied honestly.

"Maybe a little, Dav... after all, who wouldn't want you all to himself?"

This gave Davis pause. Up till now he had not seriously considered what it might be like to really have another regular party in their relationship. It would not be the same, since Gene was his guardian, or `Guardian of My Ass', as he liked to call it. Aaron felt like a friend, a good friend even, but there was just something about Gene that made him feel complete that he doubted anyone he knew or could ever know in the future would make him feel as fulfilled.

"I love you, you know." Davis' voice was serious.

"I know."

"No, really, I love you... so much." Davis hugged Gene from the side, hand removed from his crotch to wrap around his man's chest. It was not the frantic hug of lovemaking, or the scared hug from the night they thought his mother was going to bust them, but something that had grown since. It was an `I'm here, I love you, you're all I need' kind of hug. Gene took his right hand off the steering wheel to rest his arm on Davis' back, fingers of his right hand running through Davis' soft hair.

"You really love doing that, don't you?" the boy remarked. "You did it with Aaron too."

"You don't find it relaxing?" Gene queried in return.

"I do, I like it. I guess it's just your thing."

Gene realized then, with even greater clarity than before, that here was still a boy with some emotional fragility. After feeling neglected for so long, his friendship and relationship with Gene was something that felt so rare, that could be called his alone. Despite what Therese Garrison, Davis' mother, had suggested about them being open to meet and acquaint with other people, Gene knew that Davis was still very afraid of being hurt.

"Dav?"

"Yea?"

"I love you."

Silence ensued for another minute or so as the two just enjoyed each others' company. Davis hugging Gene as he drove leisurely through the streets of Stork Ridge on their way home.

"I was thinking, Dav..."

"You know what I told you about doing that thinking thing, right?" The joker was back.

"No, seriously." Gene massaged Davis' head with his fingers, cueing the boy to look up at him and they briefly made eye contact. "I want to make a promise to you, that if I want to play with other people, I want you to be with me... and if you can't be, then I want you to know about it and be ok with it."

"What kind of promise is that?" Davis didn't seem to quite get it yet. Gene restated the point automatically, as a teacher reflex.

"Basically it means that I won't have sexy fun with other people unless you are ok with it, because you mean more to me than anyone else could."

Davis seemed to take this in slowly before replying. "But isn't that unfair to you? What if I want to play with Aaron without you?"

Perceptive! Thought Gene.

"Well, that's not for me to be controlling over you Dav. I would love to play together as well, but well, I love you but I don't own you."

"Weirdo... I still don't get it." Davis had started to drift a little, but Gene was okay with that. If things were a little one sided now, he decided it was ok for it to be one-sided in Davis' favour.

 

The next day was Friday, which meant that school finished early and they were home before three. Davis had asked Gene if Aaron could have a sleepover on Saturday and, following a call to the other boy's parents, it was arranged for Aaron to come over after lunch the next day provided he had finished his homework. Gene busied himself grading papers while Davis took a nap. When he awoke, it was getting dark outside and Davis found Gene still hunched over his desk, red ballpoint in hand.

"Working hard?" Davis hugged Gene from behind, resting his chin on Gene's shoulder.

"Yea, gotta get a bunch of these done every day or else there will be hell to pay come Monday." Gene didn't mind grading, but it was so very time consuming.

"You teachers work too hard." Davis had complained mightily about his homework load before, but of late he had come to grudgingly appreciate that teachers still had it worse than students.

"It's for a good cause, all those delinquent kids who would run amok in the world without their math assignments graded." Gene leaned back against Davis and gave him a peck on the cheek, inhaling deeply to take in the smell of his boy and his bed head.

"Lecher. You just want me for the sex, don't you?"

"Well, the sex is pretty good..." Gene admitted in mock grave tones, "but this kid doesn't do his own laundry. Maybe I should trade him in for a newer, younger model?"

"You callous cur!" the boy cried out in theatrical fashion.

"Well, well, someone's been reading his Shakespeare!"

"Shakespeare is bullshit, everyone talks funny."

"I can't disagree with you entirely," mused Gene, "but it's on the reading list so too bad."

"Well fuck Shakespeare," Davis declare aloud.

"Too late, bud. He's been dead over a hundred years."

"Well, in that case, you will have to take his place." Davis laughed out loud as he took Gene by the hands and led him to the two-seater TV couch. "Break time, Mister Tanner. Time to earn your keep!"

"Oh really?" Gene loved it when Davis got flirty. It was so cheesy, but so very endearing at the same time.

Davis pushed Gene down onto the couch before dropping his shorts in a smooth practiced motion and taking his most recent favourite position on Gene's lap, sitting sideways as an oversized baby might. Gene opened his legs to allow Davis' bottom to slip through to the cushions, letting the boy's lower back rest against Gene's left inner thigh while his two knees were slung over the man's right thigh. Davis, still wearing his t-shirt but otherwise naked, hugged Gene tightly and ran his hand up the front of Gene's shirt, tracing his fingertips hedonically across Gene's chest.

Gene grasped Davis' cock with his right hand. It was rapidly hardening and already beginning to leak a little. With his left arm behind Davis, hand gripping the boy's shoulder from behind, Gene held his lover in a vise made from his own body. As he started to masturbate the boy, he looked down into those grey eyes, filled with longing and devotion. This was one of Gene's best-loved ways to bring Davis to orgasm, not because it was the quickest or the easiest, but because this set piece was all about giving pleasure to his partner, and watching him go from normal to horny to blissful.

Davis blinked a few times and exhaled contently as he fell into the familiar routine, low moaning softly in time with Gene's jerking. Gradually his hips started bucking as he got more and more into the tempo their personal reed dance. He held ever more tightly to Gene as he got closer and closer to cumming, but then Gene did something different. He moved his left arm from behind Davis' back and started jerking the boy with his left hand. Davis was now lying flat and taut, planking face up across Gene's lap, legs tensed straight and toes pointed. His curved cock rose from the flat abdomen like a loch ness monster rearing out of the water, right in front of Gene. Continuing to jerk his boy off with his left hand, Gene slid his right hand between Davis' legs, past the teenage balls and began probing the entrance to the boy's love passage. A bottle of lube that perpetually lived hidden in between the seat cushions provided the needed grease and Gene began by inserting two fingers. The boy accepted the fingers without complaint or difficulty, Gene was much larger than that, and began making the higher pitched whiney moan that he used when he was really getting into things. Gene's fingers probed the familiar passage for the boy's prostate and, finding it, began a circular massage in sync with his left hand's pumping motions. Davis never took long to cum if it a two pronged attack, and he arched his back, his legs rigid, as he spurted a healthy salvo onto his t-shirt. His fingers clawed at the air, eyes shut as his mouth opened in a silent, fervid scream. He exhaled raggedly as the waves of pleasure washed over him, wracking his young body with every pulse of the orgasm. Gene loved taking in the whole sight of Davis cumming; the facial expression, the tension in the boy's muscles, the contractions of his anus, the way his fingers and toes flexed involuntarily just as he reached the strongest point of his climax. Gene loved them all, even as he loved the boy in his arms a hundredfold more.

Davis recovered quickly.

"No fair, Gene. This was supposed to be your break, not mine." The boy pecked his guardian on the lips. "You didn't get to cum."

"Maybe you can help me with that after I've finished my homework for the day." Gene said with a smile. "After all, you've been the good boy and completed yours."

Davis smiled but showed playful disappointment. "Awww, no play makes Gene a boring guy."

"I'll show you just how boring I can be once I finish another thirty scripts, deal?"

Another peck, a nose kiss and a lick later, Davis was off to throw his t-shirt in the laundry hamper, his naked svelte butt streaking across the living room. Gene picked up Davis' discarded shorts and gave them a quick whiff before folding them and placing them on the seat. They would no doubt be recovered later.

Given that it was Friday night, Gene and Davis elected to order pizza rather than cook or go out. The dubious nutritional benefits of pizza notwithstanding, it was their go-to delivery food for lazy weekend evenings. When Davis answered the door, he was greeted by a tall youth in uniform who looked surprised to see him.

"Oh, hey, is Gene in? I have a pizza for him."

"Yea he's just in the back. You know Gene?" Davis gave the delivery boy a second look. About six-two, blue eyes, and arms which were clearly no strangers to working out. Not a bad ass either. The 14 year old thought to himself. At that moment, Gene emerged from the basement where he had gone to retrieve a spare battery for the garage door opener.

"Hey Matt! How's things?"

"Yo Gene. Long time, been hitting the salads recently?" They shook hands before Gene paid for the pizza, giving a generous tip.

"Well, not exactly." Gene looked over at Davis. "Matt, this is Davis, my ward." The two shook hands and then fist bumped.

"Nice to meet ya, buddy." Matt tipped his hat to both of them and retreated down the driveway, giving a final wave before getting back in the car to make his next delivery.

"Friend of yours?" Davis gave Gene `the look' which he had learnt from highly educational afternoon television shows as Judge Judy and Jerry Springer. Gene guffawed softly.

"Nothing you have to worry about my little man," said Gene as he ruffled Davis' hair. "Matt's straight as an arrow, far as I can tell."

"Ehy! Not da hair!" Davis could channel his inner bimbo as well as any teen his age when he wanted to. Gene smiled back lovingly.

Pizza in hand, the two settled on the twin seater couch for an evening of Netflix.

Several episodes of NCIS later, Davis lowered the volume using the controller and turned to Gene, a questioning look on his face.

"So...," the teen began.

"So...?" Gene knew from past conversations that Davis would have some important question to ask when he began this way, but that he also might be afraid of the answer.

"So... what did you do for sex before I came along?"

This is definitely about the pizza guy. Gene sensed that odd vibe from Davis earlier but knew that the lad would ask in his own time.

"Do you want the funny answer or the serious answer?" Gene tried to lighten the mood, even as he was fully prepared to give Davis the full low down.

"The serious answer, and nothing but the truth, so help you God!" chirped Davis in a terribly bad but still cute imitation of a generic courtroom drama line. Then he added, "but I don't mind the funny answer first, if you like." Davis had retracted his legs from the floor and now sat with them half tucked in under him, both feet pointing in the same direction.

Gene didn't feel right sitting across the couch for this topic, so he crawled toward Davis and lay down, resting his head in the boy's lap. Looking up at Davis, he got a glimpse of what Davis' view was normally like. Davis found this reversal of positions fairly amusing and started stroking Gene's hair, just as had been done to him so many times before. It was oddly soothing.

"Not counting the mountains of twinky twink porn on my computer, which you have already made good use of yourself..." Gene began while Davis laughed. "I really only met up with one guy regularly before you came along, Dav. Since I moved to Stork Ridge anyway."

"You may continue, Counsel." Judge Garrison was in the house, it seemed. Gene played along, glad that this was a topic he had given much forethought to ahead of time.

"His name is Tyler and he's a community college student up in Palmersville, the town where Aaron lives. I met up with him maybe four times in three months? So pretty regular but nothing steady." Davis almost seemed disappointed that there wasn't something more wild and outrageous.

"That's it?" he asked.

"That's it for the time I've been here. I suppose there were various encounters at college and high school that I think you are too young to hear about". Gene smiled up at his boy, and got a cheeky smile back.

"Ha! The plot thickens."

"My first ever boyfriend, Dan, I dated in my junior year of high school. He was a senior at another school and we hooked up over the internet and dated for a month or so. Got dumped. He suddenly stopped talking to me and I couldn't reach him."

"Douchebag!" exclaimed Davis with half-serious venom in his voice.

"Yea, well, it happens... especially in the gay circle. That's honestly something you need to be aware of if you're going to be meeting people yourself, Dav."

"I don't get why people want to be asses to each other, but oh well too bad for Dan- you're mine now. Next!" Davis had started twirling Gene's hair with his fingers, which Gene found adorable.

"There was also a much older guy, Stan, whom I met while I was doing my teacher training in Chicago. We would hang out maybe once every two weeks. Dinner, drinks, sleepover."

"Eeeww! Older guy? Like creepy old man?" Davis scrunched up his face.

Gene knew where Davis' reaction was coming from, and while he knew that this conversation was about assuaging Davis' insecurities, he felt it was as good a time as any to play parent as well as boyfriend. He sat up and pulled Davis close to him until they were touching noses. Holding Davis' hands in his own, he spoke sincerely and seriously.

"Dav, one day I'm going to grow old too. Will you throw me away saying `eww, creepy old man' as well?" Gene let the comment sink in, and watched Davis' expression change as he digested it. Abruptly, the boy's eyes started to water and he hugged Gene.

"I'm sorry, Gene. I didn't mean it like that. I won't throw you away, and I hope you won't throw me away when I get old either."

Gene hadn't quite expected Davis to make the two-way connection so quickly, but was inwardly impressed that he had nonetheless. If only Davis knew the harsh reality of gay dating, which was that young guys got dumped by their older boyfriends as often as the reverse happened. When attraction was based on youth and appearance, it was often a relationship foundation built on sand.

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who would throw you away just because you got older, Dav?" It was a more serious question than Davis probably grasped at the time, but it would serve Gene's purpose for the moment. Davis seemed to think long and hard, which was clearly distressing for him at some level.

"I don't know... are you?" Davis' words were probably wiser than he knew.

Gene chose his response carefully, lest he unduly complicate matters. "I love you because of how happy you make me feel, Dav. More than your funny-ness, more than your beautiful looks, more than the sex. Even more than the sex. Forever is a long time, but as long as you will let me love you, I don't want to ever leave you."

Davis was quiet for a long time and Gene just held him close, letting him be. It was emotionally draining, to date and care for such a young and in many ways immature partner, but Gene knew what he was getting into and that in days to come when he felt tired or weary of teenage angst, he would try to remember the words he had just spoken aloud. They gradually started to doze off on the couch, Davis snuggled warm and secure against his man.

"I love you, Gene."

"I know, Dav. I love you too."