Date: Fri, 2 Oct 2020 14:34:11 +0000 (UTC) From: MC Subject: The Pandemic Houseguest Jordan Moves On Part 5 The Pandemic Houseguest: Jordan Moves On Part Five Greetings readers. I apologize for taking so long to write and post Part Five for those of you loyal enough to have stuck with the story this long. It's exactly because of you that I took extra time with this pivotal chapter, discarding a lot of what I originally wrote to come up with something worthy of Jordan, Cameron and Dean. Thank you for the encouraging emails, they motivate me to continue writing. I'll continue to use this as a way to improve my writing skills while keeping you entertained. If gay content, descriptions of hot gay sex, romantic love, or actual dialogue in an erotic story offends you please don't read further. This is entirely fiction, a work brought on by a perverted imagination, access to the internet and time to burn. The names, events, activities, and circumstances are fictitious. If it's illegal wherever you live, or for your calendar age, stop now. This story is mine: all rights reserved by the author with the exception of its use by Nifty.org. You're welcome to use it to pass the time but not to copy and repost as your own demented work or for commercial purposes. Nifty relies on donations so that you practice the ultimate form of safe sex by reading about it. Those same hands you use for pleasure can also type in a pleasing donation to Nifty. Previously: "I love you Jordan." I opened my mouth to respond and he softly placed a finger over my lips. "And the future we shall see," he added then gave me another kiss before his gentle push had my laying down in bed where he joined me. He rolled me onto my right side and spooned in behind me, his left arm over my torso. His chubbed-up teen-cock found a home between my legs. He nuzzled into my neck and kissed it. "Good night Jordan." "Good night Cameron," I said, then breathed out while my lips moved with a silent `Me too,' followed by a kiss against the back of his hand. And now we continue: I rolled over and my arm landed on the empty space in bed beside me. I still hadn't gotten used to that – maybe now I wouldn't have to. The smell of coffee and frying bacon coaxed my eyes to open and I smiled, realizing why Cameron was missing from bed. I made a quick relief trip to the bathroom, gargled to disguise my morning breath and put on a pair of gym shorts before I walked into the kitchen. The morning sun through the window silhouetted Cameron, creating a halo effect on the `v' of his naked torso above black briefs riding low on his hips, his spiky red hair appearing as flames. A plate of cooked bacon was next to the stove top, where a frying pan looked ready to scramble the eggs waiting in a glass bowl. "Good morning," I said, as I put my arms around him from behind, drawing as close as possible. Cameron put his hands over mine and tilted his head back as I kissed his neck. "It's nice to wake up to three of my favorite smells," I said between kisses. "Coffee, bacon, and...? he said and clenched his butt. "You." I pushed my freeballing cock inside the shorts against him. "I'm going to make toast too." "None of them will taste as good as you." He spun around in my embrace and our ready lips met, tongues intertwining. "You taste minty-fresh," he said. "And you taste like bacon." "Sorry, had to make sure it was good." "I love it... bacon I mean." We both smiled. "What're you smiling at?" Cameron said. "I've got a hot lad in underwear cooking me in breakfast. I'd say that's worth a smile." "You called me a lad, not a boy." "Well last I saw you were all growed up," I said, looking down at Cameron's growing underwear pouch. "But I kinda like being called a boy," Cameron said. "Why's that?" "'Cause then I can call you teacher, Mr. Monroe," he said in a boyish voice. "You realize how pervy that sounds?" I said with a smile. "Yeah. My dad used to call me a little pervert and now that I'm all growed up I'm owning it," he said, pulling me back into an embrace. "Is this what it's like?" Cameron said as he nuzzled my neck. "What?" I said. "Living with someone you care about?" "Only if you're really lucky." "I want to be lucky," he said. As we ate breakfast at the table I saw a different boy than I'd met weeks ago. In between bites of crispy bacon, fluffy eggs, buttered toast, and sips of coffee brewed just right, I admired the young man sitting in front of me. God, I wanted to love him but as I searched my heart for what I'd felt for Dean it wasn't quite there. "Jordan?" "Oh, yeah... sorry... maybe I haven't had enough coffee yet," I said. "I was saying I'd like to put an app on your phone that I use with my friends so we know when we're close to each other. Whaddya think?" "Sure." I had no idea what it was but after a few minutes Cameron had it installed and showed me how it worked. Lucky for me it was relatively simple. "So according to this map you're sitting right next to me," I said after he'd added himself. He moved off his chair to straddle my lap. "No, I'm sitting on you," he said then leaned in for a quick kiss. "Does this happen for anyone I add?" "Hope not, I also added Marcus." "Ewww!" we both cried. As we were cleaning up after breakfast Cameron said, "I've got to go take care of some stuff this morning." "Need a ride?" "Like the one you gave me last night?" My mouth hung open and Cameron giggled. "It's okay, I should be fine walking," he said then turned and walked a few steps bow-legged with an exaggerated butt-out posture, stopped and turned around. "Worth it." We laughed like boys the morning after they'd discovered how well their parts could fit together, equal parts joyous and naughty. "I'm going to shower," Cameron said. I met Cameron in the hallway as he came out of the bathroom, a towel hanging low on his hips accentuating his lean torso and bubble butt. "I'm here to help or listen to whatever's going on. If this is about..." I started to say. "My business. I need to handle it." "Is it about the call Mom got from Deacon Len?" I said, putting my hand on Cameron's shoulder. "I said I'll handle it," Cameron said as he turned roughly away and stomped to his room. I decided to give him some space. A few minutes later I heard the front door close as Cameron left. My phone beeped and I saw that my Mom had texted me. `Coffee's on,' she'd sent, her way of saying we needed to chat. "Here you go," Mom said, handing me a cup of brew as we sat down at the kitchen table a little while later. "Thanks. What's up?" I said. "I might ask the same of you," she said. When she saw my bashful smile she added, "Last time I saw that look was when you first met Dean." "Yeah," I said wistfully. "Is it really possible?" "What?" "Replacing someone." "Dean?" she said. "He can't be replaced by anyone, honey." I nodded my head. "But if you're lucky there's room in your heart for someone else." "Cameron? "Duh." "I want to believe that but it's just not the same as..." "When you met Dean? Of course not, you know why?" she said. When I didn't reply she continued. "Because now you're Dean." "Huh?" "Think about it. You're the older one in whatever happens with you and Cameron. You remember telling me how tough it was for Dean to come around and say the magic words?" "I love you," I said. "I know you do honey, but we're talking about you now." I shook my head at Mom's humor. "Is it really supposed to be this easy? He kinda dropped into my lap by circumstance," I said then blushed as I realized what I'd said. Mom couldn't help but smirk. "I want to love him, I mean I'm attracted to him but...," I said. "Ask yourself this: how would you feel if he was no longer in your life?" she said. I frowned at that thought. "There's your answer," she said. "You've been through a lot this year. Give yourself time but don't wait too long: most people don't get a second chance like you have in front of you." I leaned forward and hugged my Mom, dispenser of great coffee and wisdom. "Did he talk to you about Deacon Len?" she said. "No, when I asked him this morning he got upset and stormed out. Said something about it was his business and he'd handle it. What do you know?" I said. "He got a text from that asshole – threatened to ruin his scholarship. You need to talk to him about it." "Wish I'd known that before he took off. I hope he's not headed for trouble," I said and felt a sudden sense of fear. "You think he went to see Deacon Len?" "I'd say yes." "Hey," Marcus said as he walked into the kitchen. "Anything to eat?" he added when he opened and stood in front the fridge. When we didn't answer Marcus turned around and saw our concerned looks. "I didn't do it!" he said. "What?" my Mom and I both said. Whatever it is, I didn't do it," Marcus said. "You're not in trouble," Mom said. "At least I don't think you are." "We think Cameron is in trouble." I said. "What kind of trouble?" Marcus said. "Deacon Len trouble," I said. "Oh yeah?" Marcus said, affecting innocence. "Okay, spill it," Mom said. "Spill what? You said I wasn't in trouble." "Marcus Allen Monroe, you will tell your mother what you know right this instant," Mom said. My little brother was faced with the ultimate summons: being addressed using his entire name. Mom was serious. "He said I couldn't tell anybody." "I'm not just anybody," Mom said. "Is Cameron going to talk to Deacon Len?" I said. "Yeah." "What about?" I said, losing my patience. "Come on, quit wasting time." "Deacon Len has pictures of Cameron," Marcus said. "What kind of pictures?" I said, although I had an idea. "Pictures he took of Cameron starting from grade school... he made him come over after church for bible study and... took pictures. Cam told me it started with taking his shirt off, then in his underwear, and later..." Marcus said, and shuddered as he choked a small sob, his fists clenched. "I want to kill that asshole. Language, sorry Mom." "Free ride on that one," Mom said as she stood and pulled Marcus into a hug. I clenched my own fists and felt like I'd failed to protect one of my students from a predator. "Cameron doesn't want you to know about it because he thought you wouldn't like him anymore," Marcus said. "How could he think that?" I said and then recalled what I'd learned about how victims sometimes react. My earlier suspicions were confirmed: Cameron had been abused by Deacon Len. "He told me that Deacon Len and his dad were going to make him lose his UCLA scholarship unless he gave them back the money." "But we donated it," I said. "Cameron has money, remember?" "Fifty-thousand?" I said. "More than that," Marcus said. "He got it doing `Doggy Style.'" "Excuse me?" Mom said. "Long story, he designed a phone app," I said. "Where's this Deacon Len live?" "I dunno," Marcus said. "Wait. Cameron put an app on my phone this morning, something about being able to find out where your friends are," I said, pulling out my phone. Marcus crowded next to me when the app opened, a red icon showing Cameron was a few miles away. "That's not his house," Marcus said. "Then it must be Deacon Len's," I said. "Let's go," Mom said. "Wait, we should text him," Marcus said. "It'd be kinda awkward if we show up and everything's cool. "I've got a feeling everything's not cool but go ahead," I said. Five minutes waiting for no reply from Cameron only served to make me more nervous. "Mommy, I got a tummy ache," Nicky said when he walked into the kitchen and made his way onto Mom's lap. "What happened honey?" "I was thinking about Cameron and all of a sudden my tummy hurt." So little brother is a psychic, I thought. Mom tilted her head at me as though agreeing and Marcus shrugged his shoulders. "That's enough for me," I said. "Come on Marcus." "If they hurt Cameron I'm gonna kill `em," Marcus said, his voice cracking as we drove. I glanced over and saw tears running down my little brother's face. "I'll help," I said through gritted teeth, fighting back my own tears. "If anybody did this to Brady I'd..." he said, stopping with a shudder. "I know," I said, putting my hand on Marcus' knee. "I know." "It's not fair," he said. "Right when he was so happy `cause of you, he thought he'd found someone to love." I glanced at Marcus, who was staring at me as though waiting for an affirmation of returned feelings for Cameron. I wondered if the emotions coursing through me now were love or fear. "We gotta help him, Jordan," he said when I didn't reply. "If you love him." I wiped a tear off my cheek as the feelings became clear in my heart, and wished for one more chance, the one I didn't get to tell Dean how I felt about him. "He's gone," Marcus said. "What?" "His location is gone from the app." "Fuck!" I glanced over at Marcus, his eyebrows raised. "Can we still find him?" I said. "Wait... yeah... it's in the history. His phone got turned off," Marcus said. "Take the next right." My stomach twisted as I thought of who switched off Cameron's phone and I squealed the tires going around the corner. "Stop!" Marcus said. "There, on the left." I jammed on the brakes and skidded to a stop in front of a non-descript home with an older sedan and a truck in the driveway. "That's his dad's car," Marcus said, then went to open the door. I grabbed his arm. "You gotta let me do the talking, understand?" "Yeah. I'm here to kick ass not talk," he said. "Marcus, we have to keep our cool or we're not going to get anywhere," I said. "Promise." "Okay... but if I see they hurt my friend all bets are off." "Get in line, little brother," I said. As we walked up to the front door I put my hand on the hood of Reverend Olsen's car – it was warm. The truck's hood was cold. I tried to look inside the home's front window but the curtains were drawn. I put my ear to the door but couldn't hear anything. Neighbors two houses away could've heard me pounding on the door. When there was no answer I pounded again, harder. I was about to go for round three when I heard the handle turn and the door opened enough for me to see a gaunt face through the opening secured by a chain lock. "Yeah?" the shadowy figure said. "It's him. Deacon Len," Marcus said to me in a whisper. "We're looking for Cameron," I said. "That little faggot?" Deacon Len said. "I don't allow queers in my home." "That's not what I hear," I said, then yelled, "Cameron!" As Deacon Len opened his mouth to reply I heard a loud crash from inside. "Cameron," I yelled again. "If you're in there make some noise!" Another crashing sound answered me. Marcus and I looked at each other and in wordless agreement threw ourselves against the door as Deacon Len went to close it. The casing splintered, the door flew open and Deacon Len ran towards a hallway with Marcus and me in pursuit. The man dashed into a room and as I entered I saw movement out of the corner of my left eye. I ducked just in time as a baseball bat swung over my head, slamming into the wall by the doorway. I looked up as my brother ran past me and tackled Cameron's father, the two ending up in a heap on the floor. A mumbled groaning sound made me focus ahead and there was Cameron, laying on the floor on his side, tied to a chair, a gag in his mouth, blood on his chin, red marks on his face and a fresh black eye. I moved towards Cameron and Deacon Len grabbed my shirt, his right fist drawn back. Before he could throw a punch I pushed up on his left elbow with my right hand, grabbed his left hand with mine and twisted as I stepped to the side in a well-practiced move. A simple step forward as I applied pressure to his arm and hand made the man bend at the waist, left arm in the air twisted at an unnatural angle. "Go ahead, one more twist and I'll snap it off," I said, full of rage as I looked at my injured Cameron. "Fucking faggot," Deacon Len hissed. Cameron's eyes went wide when he heard the cracking sound followed by Deacon Len's painful wail. The man fell into a groaning heap on the ground when I let loose, rolling into a ball holding his limp broken arm. I looked over and saw my little brother standing over Cameron's father on the floor, bat drawn back with hatred in his eyes. "That man took pictures of your own son!" Marcus said. "He's a lost soul, doesn't matter to me," the man said. "I will fucking kill you," Marcus said, waving the bat and the man cringed, bringing his arms up to protect himself. "Marcus," I said. "Take it easy, he's not worth it." "You're right," he said to me, then looked down and glared. "If you move I will end you." I knelt down in front of Cameron and took out his gag, revealing a bloody lip. "You saved me," Cameron said as I made quick work of untying the teen. When I helped Cameron to his unsteady feet he leaned into me and said it again. "You saved me." "No, you saved me..." I said, holding him, my voice cracking as tears came to my eyes. "Oh my God... I almost lost you." "I'm here, I'm gonna be okay." "No, you were gone and then... I knew..." I said, unable to continue as I shuddered. "Knew?" "I almost lost you before I could tell you," I said. "What?" Cameron said. "I love you," I said as I looked him in the eyes. "You do? Cameron said, crying. I leaned in and gave my lover an answering kiss then told him. "I love you, Cameron." Cameron winced at the kiss on his bloody swollen lip. "Oh! Sorry," I said. "Worth it," he said, as he gave me a tight hug then choked out, "I love you too," between shudders. I pulled back and looked at the red marks and black eye on Cameron's face as tears fell down his reddened cheeks. "Are you hurt bad?" "Happy tears, teacher, happy tears." "Freeze!" came the shout as two police officers burst into the room, guns drawn. Marcus let go of the bat and Cameron's father yelped in pain when it hit him in the groin. "Jordan Monroe?" one of the officers said. I squinted as I tried to figure out who the man was. "Gary Rollins," he said. "You taught my daughter last year." "Hello Officer Rollins," I said, loosening my embrace of Cameron. "I can only imagine what this must look like." It took a while but the story finally started coming out. "They threatened to screw up my UCLA scholarship and tricked me into coming here. Said they'd kill me if I didn't give them all my money," Cameron said. "When they let me open my bank app I put in an emergency code that freezes the account," Cameron told the officers. "That's when they got rough." "My son's a habitual liar, officer," Reverend Olsen said. "He showed up here today like this, probably the victim of a sexual assault by these two." "It's not true," Cameron said. "Listen to the boy, denying his own father, a man of God." "He's not my father anymore. I'm an emancipated minor and these two stole money from the church," Cameron said, elaborating on the pair's misdeeds. "I've got a video." "Dear Lord will his lies never end," Reverend Olsen said, still playing the innocent man of God. "That man," Cameron said, pointing at Deacon Len, "has been forcing me to..." he started to say then choked for a moment. "He's been... taking my pictures for years, and I'm not the only one." "Oh really?" Officer Rollins said. "He's a fucking liar," Deacon Len said. "And that faggot teacher broke my arm." "It appears you kidnapped and assaulted this boy. I'd say you got off lucky with your little boo-boo. Now shut the fuck up," Officer Rollins said, then turned to Cameron. "It'd really help if we could prove he took indecent pictures of you." "No problem," Cameron said, stepping over to a nearby desk with a keyboard and screen. "Go ahead, try and open my computer," Deacon Len said, laughing. I heard typing clicks as Cameron went to work. "You'll never get into it," Deacon Len said with a smug shake of his head. "You mean this?" Cameron said, turning the screen so all of us could see it filled with thumbnail pictures of kids. Deacon Len turned white as his jaw dropped open. "There're pictures of me and other kids from church," Cameron said, clicking on a file to open it. My heart wrenched when I saw a picture of Cameron as I remembered him from around fourth grade, standing in this very room, shirtless, his lips pressed together, sad eyes downcast, hands crossed in front of him over small gym shorts. "They get worse than this one," Cameron said, choking back tears. I lost it. "You fucking monster," I said, blind rage propelling me towards Deacon Len. Officer Rollins blocked me with a gentle grab of my shoulders then leaned in. "I understand," he said in a low voice. "I'd really like to turn my back and give you a few minutes to finish what you started, but the paperwork would be a bitch." Then he smirked and I remembered his daughter doing the same when she was joking. I relaxed and took a step back. "It'd be a shame if it got around in lockup that someone fucked with little kids from their church," he said as he glared at Deacon Len. "A real shame." "You need an ambulance?" Officer Rollins said to Cameron. "I'll take him to the hospital," I said. "Have them take pictures of the injuries," Officer Rollins said then turned to Cameron. "I'll need to talk to you again later, where do you live now?" "With..." Cameron started to say as he looked at me. "With me," I said with authority, smiling at Cameron. Officer Rollins gave me a calculating look. "Better than that asshole," he said with a nod to Cameron's father, Reverend Olsen. "Thank you Officer Rollins," I said then put my arm around Cameron to help him walk. "I can't believe you broke Deacon Len's arm," Marcus said as we walked to my car. "Where the fuck did you learn those moves?" "Dean insisted I take some defense courses my last year at UCLA. Said it was important I be able to protect my students," I said, looking at Cameron. "My hero," Cameron said, leaning into me and wincing from his split lip when he smiled. Marcus called Mom as we drove to the hospital and gave her a brief update. The doctor took photos of Cameron's injuries and said he'd be hurting for a few days from bruised ribs, but nothing was broken and there'd be no scars. "Oh my God," Mom said when she saw Cameron as we walked into the house later. "Ouch," Cameron said as she hugged him a bit too tight for his bruised ribs. "I'm sorry honey, I was just so worried," she said, wiping a tear off her cheek. "You're part of our family now." "Wow, you gotta lot of boo-boos," Nicky said then smiled up at Cameron and grabbed the teen around the waist. I worried he might not be able to breathe from all the love being given. Later, as we nibbled our way through the dinner set out on the table I leaned in close to Marcus. "You saved my ass today when Reverend Olsen came at me with that bat," I said. "You're my brother," he said. "Any time." I'd never look at him the same way again. It was nearly nine o'clock when we left and took the short walk home. I could smell Cameron's scent as I walked next to him, staying close by in case he needed my help. "I'm sorry I was rude to you this morning," he said when we walked into the kitchen. "I should've told you what was going on. I'm not a very good roommate." "No, you're not," I said then added, "In fact I don't want you as a roommate." Cameron's eyebrows rose towards his hairline as the shock registered. He was already injured so I didn't torture him too long. "You don't call someone you love a roommate," I said. Cameron tilted his head in a question. "You mean..." "Like I said, I love you. I want to be with you. I want it to be like this morning where we're both lucky," I said. "Do you?" Cameron leaned into me and I heard a small sob as he shuddered. "It's all I've ever wanted, Jordan." I kissed my first finger and gently placed it on his split lip and he smiled through the pain. He needed help in the shower that night and as I washed him teenage hormones triumphed over injuries. "You could take an eye out with that thing," I said on my knees, looking up past his throbbing member at Cameron, his lower lip tucked under his upper teeth as he enjoyed my touch. His eyes rolled back when I swallowed that hard cock to the root and started bobbing my head while working my tongue around the base of his helmet, hands massaging the teen's soapy balls and hole. My new love didn't last long and he grunted as I was rewarded with six shots of thick salty-sweet teen cum down my throat. Water cascaded down his body, drops flying out as they bounced off muscular curves and defined ridges, a small halo of dark red dripping pubes at the base of his smooth cock jutting out at a ninety-degree angle, balls still drawn up tight in his bald sack. With that visual it only took a couple more strokes on my hard cock before I jetted out a contribution to the cause, ending up sitting on the shower floor looking up the magnificent teen. Then, the smile I'd first seen years ago when Cameron had rested his head in his hands on my desk reappeared. A tingle ran through me as I marveled at the fate that had brought us to this moment. I left Cameron deep asleep in bed the next morning and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. As I made coffee and prepared food I thought about watching my new boyfriend cooking yesterday morning. Memories of Dean and I doing the same for each other over many years flooded my brain as I imagined him holding me now. Then it became real as I was wrapped from behind in a hug along with a hard blunt object pressing into the cleft of my butt. "You're up," I said. "Yes," Cameron said with a nudge from his hips. "Smells good in here." I pulled his left hand to my face and kissed the palm. "Yes it does." He nuzzled my neck and I melted into his embrace as he said, "I sure am lucky." After we ate I made him stay sitting at the table while I cleaned up and he stared at me much the same as he had in fourth grade. "It doesn't seem real," he said. "Is there somewhere you're not sore I could pinch you so you're sure?" I said. "I've got something that's not sore but it doesn't like pinched." "Licked?" "Or sucked." "You know what happens when you talk dirty to the teacher?" "What Mr. Monroe?" he said, eyebrows raised in feigned innocence. "Dirty boys get a shower." "I'm really dirty, teacher, but I need help to shower." We looked at each other as we started grinning then gave up and broke out laughing at our futile attempt with porn dialogue. "Come with me," I said then helped Jordan to his feet. We walked to the bedroom doorway at the end of the hall. "This is now the guest room again," I said then turned and nodded towards the master bedroom. "That is our room." Cameron smiled. "There's room in the closet for most of your stuff," I said and resisted the urge to add that it'd always been for clothes, not people. Cameron had enough to deal with without me adding in dad jokes. I opened up a closet door to reveal empty shelves and said, "I'll leave moving in to you but one request." "What?" "You know those jockstraps you got?" "Yeah?" "Keep `em in the top drawer," I said and watched Cameron smile as he blushed. Officer Rollins came by the next day. "Looks like your father and Deacon Len are going away for a long time. So far we've got a dozen other kids who Deacon Len abused, along with them stealing from the church." "Damn," I said. "Unfortunately Deacon Len had to be hospitalized due to a condition he had." "What condition?" Cameron said. "A condition his cellmate passed onto him with his fist, from what I hear," Officer Rollins said then smirked. Cameron smiled. "How are you doing with all this?" I said after Officer Rollins left. "Day by day, but I got an advantage over those other kids." "What's that?" "You," he said, wrapping me in a hug. `Dinner tonight at 6,' read my Mom's non-negotiable text a week after our dramatic day. We'd stayed mostly at home while Cameron was healing, enjoying each other's company as we fell deeper in love. Despite his bruised ribs and injuries Cameron's youthful libido won out and we explored intimacy in bed, the shower, and a few times on the couch. "Jordie!" Nicky said when we walked in the back door of my family home, his high melodic voice making me smile. "I helped with the table." My proud little brother took me to the dining area where the table was set with the good silverware and dishes, even candles. "That looks very special," I said to my youngest brother. "What's the occasion?" "Mom said we need to oshi-fully welcome our new family, whatever that means," he said with a shrug. "What's for dinner?" I said, and realized I hadn't felt hungry until the smell of mom's cooking hit me. "She said it's a surprise but I saw chocolate cake for dessert," Nicky said. "Are you gonna eat it all?" Cameron said. "Yeah," Nicky said, licking his lips. "But I'll save some for you Cammie." "Hello Jordan," a confident voice said and I looked up to see a smiling Brady. "How are you feeling?" he added, looking at Cameron. "Much better, thanks Brady," Cameron said then nodded at the woven rainbow bracelet tied around the boy's wrist. "What's that?" "Oh, it's um... uhh..." Brady started to answer, blushing. "It's something I got for my boyfriend," Marcus said as he entered the room. "Whaddya think?" he added, holding up a wrist to show a matching one. "It's sweet," I said. "What does Mom think?" "Said it's much better than a tattoo," Marcus said. "But that made me think..." "Please don't," I said. "Get a tattoo?" Marcus said. "No, think." I said. Marcus lunged at me and we playfully wrestled for a moment until I said, "I give, I give. You win." "Got that right brother. Just remember who saved your ass," Marcus said. "I'll never forget," I said, putting my arm over his shoulder and looking him in the eyes. "You're my hero." Now it was Marcus' turn to blush at my show of affection. "Hello Brady, it's so nice to see you again," I said, and this time he didn't look away when our eyes met. "I don't know if I should congratulate you on your new boyfriend or express my sympathies." "Maybe I should say the same to Cameron," he replied with a mischievous grin. "Ouch," I said, putting my hand over my chest. "You're perfect for Marcus." At dinner that night, while we passed food back and forth to each other along with jibes, jokes and banter, I felt it. We were surrounded by love. I watched a special smile pass from my mom to my stepfather. That same smile passed between Marcus and Brady. Nicky gave it to each one of us. And I gave mine to Cameron as I grasped his hand under the table and gazed at his face in the flickering light of the candles. "You okay?" my Mom asked and I realized a tear was rolling down my cheek. "More than ever," I said, smiling at the woman who'd created and nurtured this special family. I felt giddy walking home that night holding Cameron's hand, like I had when I'd walked with Dean on the same path years ago. I'd been lucky in love twice. When I went to get ready to help Cameron in the shower he put his finger on my chest and stopped me. "I'll do it myself tonight," he said then with a leering smile added, "Be sure to wash all your special parts and be ready in bed when I'm done." I showered in the spare bathroom so I could beat him to bed. I put on a pair of shorts, lowered the lights and propped myself up on the pillows to wait for whatever Cameron had planned. He came into the dimly lit bedroom wearing nothing but a black jockstrap, his hair still damp and slicked back, a hungry look in his eyes. Light played off his body, shadows highlighting toned pecs and abs. As he turned the bedside lamp illuminated his bubble butt crisscrossed by the jock's black straps. "Strip," he said, his voice firm and husky. I pulled the waistband of my shorts around my hardening cock and tossed them on the floor then waited. Cameron came to the bottom edge of the bed then knee-walked up the mattress, straddling me until the bulging pouch brushed my chin. "Lick me." I used my tongue around the outside of the pouch until he moved up so I had access to his taint and rosebud. As I licked he clasped my hands and brought them up over my head, holding onto them as he started to grind himself into my face. I exhaled hot breath on the pouch when it rested over my mouth for a moment, making the teen shudder then grind again. Cameron stood up and I watched him pull the jock down, his hard cock springing out of it once freed, abs and pecs rippling from the movement as pre-cum dribbled towards my face. He kneeled again, lower this time, laid down on me so we were face to face and started kissing me. He was tender at first, groaning with pleasure then became ravenous, sucking my tongue into his mouth and reaching down to twist my nipples. His smooth bubble butt flexed in my hands as our pre- cum spewing cocks ground into each other's slickened abs and I had to concentrate on not shooting then and there. "Roll over," he said, lifting himself up and giving an urgent tug on my right shoulder. As I lowered myself onto my belly he was already spreading my legs. I felt his hot breath on my hole for an instant before he started licking my freshly showered ass. He held my cheeks apart as his insistent tongue pushed and probed until it succeeded in breaching my ring. His chin pushed into my taint as he bored as deep as possible. "I need to fuck you now," he said, and moved up to straddle my upper legs. I heard the click of a cap being opened then slight slapping noises as I imagined him lubing his hard teen-cock. My sweet young boyfriend had transformed into an aggressive lover and it was making my cock throb. He lay on top of me, heavy for a moment as he lifted his hips to position himself for entry. The blunt head pushed against my slickened hole for only a brief moment and then he was sliding in with a strong push. His forceful entry was countered by kisses on my neck and with a gentle twist of my head he leaned around and started kissing me. I was in ecstasy. Slow solid strokes had me quivering before they gave way to harder thrusts that ended with his rigid tool embedded in my ass. He ground into me, wiry pubes teasing my skin. It was as though he was trying to fuck his entire groin inside, each movement sliding across my prostrate, making my hole vibrate with contractions. "I love you Jordan," he said into my ear between ragged breaths as his thrusts grew faster and erratic. "Mmm... mmnn..." he said, groaning as his loaded thick cock spasmed, hot teen-cum flooding my ass, his strokes slowing then stopping. "I love you so much," he said, hot breath caressing my ear. "I love you too," I said, marveling at the teen on top of me. We enjoyed a few minutes of blissful connection as I felt Cameron's heart beat against my back, his even breathing making my neck tingle, his light weight making the ideal smooth-skinned teen-boy blanket. Cameron slowly pulled out of me, leaving my overheated hole empty but satisfied. "Stay here," he said, bounding off the bed towards the bathroom. I heard water running then a moment later a warm washcloth cleaned up our below-the-waist playground. "I'd say you're recovered," I said as we lay on our sides facing each other. "Was I too rough?" "Not at all," I said with a satisfied smile. "I've been thinking about it all week and couldn't wait anymore," Cameron said and looked down at my hard leaking un-spent cock. "Guess you liked it." "Loved it. Love you." "Teacher, I need a lesson?" he said with a mischievous smile. "Oh?" I said, going along with my playful teen. "Yes please. Can you teach me about paybacks?" he said, trying to sound sincere. "I'm delighted to help with special lessons." "For all of your students?" "No, just this one," I said, leaning in to kiss Cameron. Lips opened, tongues dueled and I pushed Jordan onto his back. "I hope it's a hard lesson," he said. I smirked as I crawled on top of my former fourth grader. "It'll be very hard." I moved down so I could bend the limber teen in half, his knees on my shoulders opening up the hairless cleft of his ass, the tiny reddish bud puckered and ready. Like dinner earlier I didn't know how hungry I was until I saw the meal laid out below me. Cameron moaned when I attacked his hole with my tongue, bathing it in slippery spit as I licked and probed. I feasted for a time then moved up and placed my dripping cock in the cleft and started humping up and down, past his now relaxed opening. "Do me with spit," Cameron said, eyes half-lidded with lust when I went to grab the bottle of lube off the nightstand. We changed to a sixty-nine position so I could better prepare the teen's hot hole and get slicked up from his mouth. "Now, please Jordan," he said, coming off my cock after a few minutes. "I need you now." I rotated around and lined up my loaded spit-slick cock with his winking hole, pressed and started to slide in. "Yeah... oh yeah. Teach me a lesson," Cameron said, staying with the fantasy he'd started. My pubes rubbed up against the smooth skin of his taint and I pulsed my cock to announce I'd bottomed out. "Mmnn... oh teacher," Cameron groaning with pleasure in response. "Love me... please love me." When he said `love' any qualms about playing this fantasy out with a former student left me. The fourth-grader with a school-boy crush had grown up into the man I loved. Cameron's rigid dripping cock slapped his belly with each of my strokes as I held onto his knees for maximum depth. I tried to slow down but gazing at the beautiful teen who'd chosen me to be his partner only spurred me on to deeper, faster strokes. "Mmnn... mmnn... oh..." Cameron said as his hole started spasming around my iron-hard rod, his red-headed teen-cock shooting ropes of cum onto his belly hands free. There was no stopping me from joining the party and I fired off at least five times into his gripping ass. Spent, I collapsed onto his cum-drenched torso, out of breath as we nuzzled each other's necks. "I love you," Cameron said, whispering into my ear. "Me too." We lay there, our embrace conveying everything that needed said. After a bit we cleaned up and returned to bed. Cameron rolled over so we were on our sides facing each other, leaned in and kissed my cheek. "Can I take an extra credit lesson, teacher?" he said as he rubbed his hard- on against me as we embraced. I smirked as I realized what Dean had gone through with me and mouthed a voiceless thank you to the man who'd said yes when I was a teen. "How many points do you want to earn, Cameron?"