Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2022 01:36:50 +0000 From: bhuvanesh21 Subject: Dangling Cross III "Hello readers, Below is segment 3 of our slow-building story. Hope you enjoy. As always, please send any inquiries or comments to bhuvanesh21@protonmail.com Best, B. Chapter Three: We waited in the car for a long time for Danny to come out. At first, we both felt sheepish and ashamed; Sam was angry at me. "How could we be that fucking stupid?" he asked. "I mean, we told him to stay outside with Bork. We probably weren't that loud, anyway." "Are you fucking kidding me?" Sam asked, his eyebrows raised in total disbelief, "you talk so much dirty shit when we're fucking, the kid must have overheard every word." My face was burning now, and I looked in the rearview mirror to see a profound blush. "You're right," I said. "It was a huge mistake." "What should we say?" "I dunno. We'll ask him if he wants to talk about it." "What are you even trying for?" Sam asked, "Are you like, gonna make a move on this twelve year old? Trying to groom him or something?" "No," I said, but there was a note of hesitation in my voice. "I mean, I don't think so." "We need to be careful," Sam said. "Okay, babe. We will." A long time passed. The car was getting cold, so I turned it back on and let it idle while the heat struggled against the winter chill. Ten minutes had passed, and still Danny hadn't come out of the bathroom. "What should we do?" I asked. Sam frowned. "I dunno." "What do you think is taking him so long?" "Well, there's only one thing he could be doing," Sam said. "I guess we got him fired up," I said. "I wish I could go give him a hand," Sam murmured. I shot my youthful boyfriend a quizzical look. "I thought you were against grooming him." "I am," Sam said. "But it doesn't mean he stopped making me feel horny." "He's jacking off in there," I said, "thinking about the sound of me groaning while I pumped a load into your tight ass." There was a silence between us. We were both, undeniably, thinking about him trembling as he shot a white-hot load all over his smooth tummy. "We should give him another minute," I said. We sat in silence for a while. I was starting to get hungry, and the snow was starting to fall in earnest. "I'm gonna go see if he's okay?" I said. I was hoping Sam might have a better idea. He shrugged. I trudged back up the hill. The restroom door swung open quietly enough that I realized how Danny could have snuck in without us hearing; shutting it was the loud part. It bumped against the doorframe, once, twice. "Hey Danny?" "Yeah?" His voice sounded small, embarrassed. Congested. Was he crying? "You okay?" "Uh-huh." "You still coming with us?" "Yeah," he said. "Do you need a minute?" "No," he said. The stall door opened and he came out with puffy cheeks and bloodshot eyes. He wiped his nose on the back of his hoodie sleeve and slouched over to wash his hands. "What's wrong, kiddo?" I asked. "I feel really bad," he said, and his face screwed up again and he started tearing up. "Hey, hey, its okay!" I said. I felt my heart pounding with hesitation, but then I went for it. I put my hand on his shoulder. "I just feel really bad," he said, "you guys told me to wait with Bork but I was too curious so," "It's okay, Danny, you had no way of knowing what we were doing! We should never have done that with you around!" Danny shook his head. "No that's not all though. I mean, you can probably already..." "What?" "You can probably already guess why I was in here so long," I smiled. "Yeah, that's not a big deal either." "Yeah it is," Danny said. He went to dry his hands off and then shoved them into the sleeve of the hoodie. "I feel gross," he said. "I feel like a creep." He stumbled away from me into the cold. I didn't chase him, but I walked behind a few paces as he went down the hillside toward the car. "Danny, hold on," I said. He kept walking, but slowed down. "I'm sorry we did that, okay. And you have nothing to apologize for. I know its embarrassing but it's no big deal." "It feels like a big deal," said Danny. "I shouldn't have--you know. Jacked off about it." I was no counselor, and didn't know what to say. I certainly didn't want to tell him that the thought of him jacking off just now made me hard as a nail. "Think of it this way," I said. "We're all together on this one: each of us had an orgasm in there, and each of us feels bad about it." Danny smirked, but then a look of discomfort and awkwardness replaced it. "That's weird." "It sure fucking is," I said. "But it's no big deal if you don't want it to be. Wanna move on? We gotta get driving." "Okay," Danny said. We got back on the road in an awkward silence. Sam gave the last of a sleeve of oreos to Danny as a peace offering. I couldn't stop looking into the rearview mirror at the beautiful boy in the back seat. He was so rosy, so sweet, so sexy. And he had just cried over the embarrassment at having shot a hot teenage load in a public bathroom *fantasizing about me and my boyfriend fucking*. The snow was falling thicker and thicker, and starting to accumulate on the road. Within a few minutes of increased wind, my phone and Sam's both began to screech with an emergency alert sound. A list of nearly 20 affected counties was beneath the following: WARNING SEVERE WINTER STORM WARNING 2:00 PM DEC 1- 6:00 AM ICY ROADS, 6-12 INCHES OF ACCUMULATION, LOW VISIBILITY, HEAVY WINDS SEEK SHELTER AND STAY OFF ROADS I'd normally have been frustrated to no end, but I broke into a crooked grin. "Check this out, Danny," I said. The kid read the storm warning, eyebrows raised. "Damn!" he said. "That's pretty bad. We get a few storms like this every winter though." The boy's face became lined with worry. "Are you guys going to like, leave me somewhere?" he asked. I couldn't help but laugh. "Of course not, kiddo," I said. "I think we have no choice but to get a hotel though." The closest city was Albany, and it was over an hour away. We took an exit into a little po-dunk town called Sharpsburg, and there we pulled into the parking lot of a Tops grocery store. Snow was dumping, I left Sam in the car to try to get a hotel room reserved. Me and Danny hopped out into the blizzard, and I pulled up my hood against the bitter wind. We crossed the parking lot together, speaking in hushed tones. "So Danny," I said, "I'm gonna get stuff for sandwiches, some fruit and soda. Go to the snack aisle and grab whatever cookies and salty snacks you want. Don't go too crazy. I'll wait for you at the front." "You won't leave without me?" Danny asked, his face still looking painfully anxious. "Of course not!" I said. I couldn't help my impulse, I put a hand on the back of his neck. It was warm. Warm and so, so soft. Danny shivered. "We're your friends, okay?" I said. "Yeah," Danny said. He still looked anxious. "Sorry I just. What just happened makes me feel like you guys probably think I'm weird." "I don't think you're weird at all, kiddo. You just have a lot of hormones, you're 13. And we all can understand that what just happened was really horny. Fuck, I mean. I'm kinda hard just thinking about it now." I saw Danny look furtively over at me. "Really?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Me too," the boy said. I tousled his hair. "We're all in good company here, kiddo. It's okay to feel horny, all right?" "Sure," he said. We walked into the store; it was total chaos. Lines a half-dozen people long, everybody stocking up on milk, bread, and eggs. I made my way through the produce section, got everything I could imagine preparing in a hotel room without too much fuss, and waited in line. Soon, Danny was there with an armload of Doritos, pop tarts, Ho Hos and other childhood delicacies. "I thought I said don't go too crazy?" "Sorry," Danny said. "Should I put some back?" "No, no, it's cool." When we finally got back to the car, Sam looked frustrated. "I could only find a really awful Motel 6 about twenty minutes from here. It looks like shit." "Can't be helped," I said. Were we really doing this? "You need to call your stepsister?" I asked Danny. At the very least, I could do my due diligence and pretend that I wasn't creeping toward the boundary of total insanity. "Yeah," Danny said. "I guess I should try one more time." Danny dialed one more time. The phone rang once, and he started speaking again. "Hey Steph I'm stuck in the blizzard, I'm staying in a hotel with these guys who are giving me a ride," My face started getting red and my heart began to pound. This sounded awful. "They're really nice though, don't worry about me. You can call this number if you get this soon, please get back to me." The boy handed Sam the phone, and slumped into the back seat. Snow swirled around us. My pulse was still ringing in my ears. I imagined being hauled off in a paddy wagon, my face glowing on the local news. At once, my senses came back to me--Sam had put his hand on my shoulder. I looked over; his brown eyes were plaintive. "We should go. But I need to talk to you." I nodded. "Yeah, of course babe." We drove over slick streets, back onto the freeway. My heart was pounding as I looked back and saw Danny rummaging around in a bag of doritos, chomping and giggling as he let Bork lick his fingers. This had suddenly become quite real--we were at a point of return, however. We could get this hotel, stay on good behavior. "So," Danny said, his voice trembling a bit. "So are we like, gonna do sex stuff at the hotel?" I nearly drove us straight off the road. The rumble strip roared at me, I swerved back into the lane, and tried to calm my pounding heart. Sam looked back over his shoulder at Danny in disbelief. "Wha--" Sam asked, "What did you just say?" "I mean," Danny said, "isn't that what people do in hotels? We all think each others' hot, and like everybody in my family goes to hotel rooms to cheat on their girlfriends or whatever. I just thought that you guys were taking me to a hotel to fuck me." Sam made series of croaks and awkward noises as he stammered to verbalize something. "Of--course not, Danny," Sam said, "I mean, you're only like twelve, that's totally insane!" "I'm thirteen," Danny corrected. "Well it's illegal, regardless," Sam said. Danny had already put him on the defensive. "Yeah well people do illegal stuff all the time," Sam said, "does that mean the only thing stopping you is you're afraid of getting in trouble?" Sam was speechless. "I mean," I said. "Danny I'm gonna be honest with you." "Simon, please--" Sam said. "I think Danny's already clocked us, just like we clocked him," I said. "Danny, yeah. You're cute as a fucking button. But it's fucked up and wrong for adults to mess around with kids." "But you thought about it," Danny said. "Let's change the subject," Sam said. "Yeah," I agreed. Danny sat back in his seat, looking surprisingly disappointed. "I feel like we should at least be able to talk about it," said the boy. We drove in an even more awkward silence for a minute. Every fibre of my being was urging me to take control and make it all happen--what was clearly in reach, what was clearly possible: devouring a 13 year old, making him mine, and sharing him with my closest and most beloved . We reached the motel around sundown. I checked us in, we hauled our obligatory junk inside, turned on the TV and tried to settle in. Sam and I pieced together a change of clothes for Danny: some of Sam's underwear and sweats, a horsegirl T-shirt that would be enormous on the boy, and some of my wool socks. "Go hop in the shower kid," I said. "I don't need one," said Danny. "Of course you think that," I said. "But I need some alone time to talk to Sam. And in spite of what you think, you need a shower. And use soap." "Okayyy," Danny said. "Allooone time!" he mocked. "I'm setting a timer for ten minutes," I said, "you better take at least that long." "Don't worry Mom," Danny said. This was the first attitude he had given me, and it was as obnoxious as it was exciting. I was getting hard thinking about dominating him, pressing his tiny body to the bed and controlling him. "Get in there," I said, "it's my turn after you." The bathroom door closed. Sam and I looked at each other in disbelief. Our conversation was halting. We didn't know how to say what needed to be said. Of course, both of us knew that what we were contemplating was absolute insanity. The riskiest and stupidest of all possible things we could be discussing. And yet, both of us--me especially--wanted to take advantage of the situation. "What if we just end up cuddling?" I asked. "Maybe fooling around?" "Jesus, no!" Sam said. "He'll remember this for the rest of his life." "Fondly, probably," I said. "I mean, he's already gotten off to us once already." "He's underage, he fundamentally cannot consent to sexual activity." "You know that's bullshit," I said. "It's not that black and white. He has the ability to agree to sexual contact, he has the ability to at least understand what it will feel like both pleasurable and uncomfortable. He might regret it someday, sure. He might be disgusted in the moment and not know how to say no. He might be doing all of this just to appease us as a trauma response, and we're monstrous predators for even taking him to a hotel room. But it's complicated." "Nothing's complicated about federal charges." "Okay, okay," I said. "We'll play it safe. I agree, it feels terrifying." We snuggled for a minute. Sam kissed me for a long time, and I held him in my arms. "I know this is your ultimate fantasy," Sam whispered. "I'm sorry. I feel like I'm shutting it down." "Somebody has to pump the brakes," I said. "I'm grateful you're here to do that. Also. I don't need anything but you, babe. I love you." "I love you too," Sam said. The timer went off. Danny was still singing in the shower, the words indistinguishable. "He is so, so cute," Sam said. "Half of me wants to protect him and nurture him. Half of me wants to eat him out." I giggled. "I know. It's insane how sexy he is. And how sweet." We lay together a while until Danny emerged, topless, wearing just a towel around his waist. His little nipples were hard, pink. The trunk of his body was so skinny I could have touched my thumbs and middle fingers if I wrapped my hands around his waist. "Get some clothes on, you exhibitionist," I said. Danny swung his hips and danced around in a little circle, smacked his ass (which looked plump and incredible through the damp, cheap terrycloth). "Whatsa matter?" he asked, "can't handle the sight of this ass?" My frustration and Danny's attitude mounted, and I couldn't hold back. "That's enough," I said. My voice was firm, but Danny didn't respond. He kept shaking his ass, making little whoops and squeaks and teasing noises. Then, he went way too far--and flashed his ass at us. It was gorgeous. Plump, smooth, square. A bubble butt of the most delicious proportions. "Danny," I said, "Stop it!" This time I yelled. He looked hurt, ashamed. He went back into the bathroom, and closed the door.