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The Father and Son Outing
By Paul S. Stevens & Hans Schreiber
Dad pulled up in front of the house and parked. We both got out of the car and immediately began unloading our gear, slipping everything into the garage before we went inside to let the awkwardness begin. I was a bit reluctant to even go inside and Dad was able to recognize my obvious trepidation.
"Well, that's everything. We're all set now," he said. "Are you ready to go in and take the plunge?"
"Yeah... I mean no... I mean... I guess so," I sighed. "I feel so alone. I wish Wes was here. I could sure use someone to lean on."
"You can lean on me, Son," Dad said sincerely. "I understand how hard this is for you. I've already met Gordon and Carey, but you haven't. Even so, this is going to be hard for me. I won't pretend to know what you're going through. I'll tell you this, I'm very proud of you, Seth. You've done a lot of growing in the last several days. We're going to be just fine. Trust me."
With that being said, our mutual procrastination ended and we both went into the house.
"We're home," Dad called out as we came in through the front door.
"Welcome home you guys," my mom called out. A moment later she came around the corner into the hallway and swept me up into a hug. "I'm so glad you're home. Did you have a good time?"
"Actually, yeah, I did," I admitted, returning my mom's hug.
Mom reached out and took Dad's hand and gave it a simple squeeze with a relieved smile.
"Come on, we're in the kitchen," she said, leading us in. "Seth, you come too. There's someone here I want you to meet."
"Sure, Mom," I answered.
As I followed the two of them into the kitchen, Mom walked around and stood over the chair where she had been sitting. Her two guests were seated around the kitchen table, waiting for our arrival. Carey was sitting with his back to me and Mr. Léger immediately stood up as we all entered the room. He was wearing an immaculately tailored business suit, looking all strict and formal with his square jaw, dusty gray hair and dry demeanor.
"Seth," Mom said as she began her introductions. "I'd like you to meet my friend and colleague from work, Mr. Gordon Léger. Gordon, this is my son, Seth."
He extended his arm to shake hands, and I reciprocated.
"How do you do?" I asked.
"I'm doing well, thank you," Gordon said. "And Seth, this is my son, Carey."
"Hey," I curtly said in acknowledgement.
"Hey," Carey answered back with equal indifference, still facing away from me.
"And of course, you already know my husband, Frank," Mom further introduced.
"Yes, how are you doing, Frank?" Gordon asked my dad as the two of them shook hands.
"I'm doing well," he replied to Gordon's query. "Seth and I just had a wonderful `Father/Son' campout."
"Is that so? That's great," Gordon said. "Mabel and I were just discussing an important matter before you came in that affects all of us. Would you please join us?"
"Sure," my dad said and then turned to me. "Seth! Why don't you show Carey your room? Take some time to get to know each other while the adults talk in private."
I couldn't believe the way my dad had just basically dismissed me like a child, but then I remembered how Dad told me to trust him. I figured he must know what he's doing. My time to let my wants, needs and desires known would come soon enough and I needed everyone to be in the right frame of mind first before that happened. I couldn't risk anything going wrong and as pressing as the issues were for me, I needed to learn to be patient.
"Hey Carey, are you coming?" I asked as I turned to walk out of the kitchen. Carey then reluctantly got up from the table and followed me upstairs to my room, still not making any eye contact.
I opened my door and we both went in. Carey went straight to work, silently looking around my room, gathering strategic information about me from my belongings as he logically formed his opinion of me based on what he saw.
Carey took his time looking over my room, studying every last item in detail. While he was doing that, I took the opportunity to look him over.
He was about my height and body size. He had extremely curly blonde hair and blue eyes. His nose was slightly curled upward and he had a small space between his two front teeth. He had a subtle charm about him and he seemed to mirror his father's dry demeanor. I noticed that he had nearly perfect posture as he roamed about my room from corner to corner, his eyes observing every inch of space, leaving nothing open to the imagination. Then he looked me over as he finished his overall examination. His eyes took one single sweep of my body, slowly scanning me from head to toe, thereby concluding his painstaking observations.
"What are you into?" Carey questioned, finally speaking to me for the first time as he looked away to give my room one more leisurely sweep. "I don't see any references to any sports teams. No posters. No banners. No printed bedspreads, blankets or t-shirts. In fact, you're not really into sports, are you?"
"Hey, that's pretty good Sherlock," I said putting my hands on my hips, getting into a defensive posture. "You don't exactly look like star quarterback material yourself, dude."
"Sorry," Carey softened ever so slightly as he ignored my irritation. "Since you're not into sports, perhaps you're into band or theater, or maybe you're in the chess club. That's usually what all you `Pretty Boys' like."
"Pretty Boys?" I questioned. "Is that what you think I am?"
"Sure," he said as he looked me square in the eyes. "Face it. You've got it all. You've got that perfect look, with that perfect body of yours along with your perfect hair, perfect teeth and perfect skin. You've got all designer clothes that no doubt cost your rents a fortune. You've got a computer, a cell phone, a video game console, an iPad with Bluetooth. Man, you've got all this stuff. I bet your girlfriend is one of those stuck up Barbie Bitch types. Am I right?"
"That's none of your business," I barked as my irritation turned to anger.
"Whatever," he sighed. "I'll find out soon enough since I'll be transferring to your stupid school soon." He turned and plopped down on my bed in a subtle display of submission. "I'm sorry. It's all these changes. I hate changes but there's nothing I can do about it. I hope I didn't piss you off too much. That's just my way. I like to come straight to the point... so to speak. It saves time."
I had to admit it. He was quite thorough in his assessment of my room, my things, and of me personally.
"And what point would that be exactly?" I asked, still feeling rather aggravated.
"That we're going to be step brothers and I don't care much for the idea. That's just more changes I have to get used to. You do know what the big people are talking about down there right now, don't you?" he asked smugly.
"Yeah, I know what's going on. You might as well know, since we're getting right to the point, I don't really care for the idea of you butting into my life either."
"Whatever. It is what it is," he shrugged and then changed the subject. "So, what's it like?"
"What's what like?"
"You know," he asked as he looked away. "Being all popular, getting all the chicks and getting laid?"
"Why are you asking me?" I wondered. "I mean, you're right about a lot of stuff, but you're wrong about the girlfriends. I've never really done it with a girl."
"Yeah, right," he argued. "Then why do you have a pile of condoms sitting in your nightstand drawer right there? So you don't get stains on your fancy pants when you jerk off?"
My temper began to soar as he insultingly laughed at his own cynical attitude.
I walked to the nightstand and stared into the open drawer. I did have a few condoms in there from when Ruben and I messed around in my room last. We'd usually only jacked each other, but he'd brought the condoms over to see how it would feel to get sucked. He's actually the one who wanted to use a rubber to do it. I thought I'd hidden them well enough underneath my other junk in the drawer. I wondered if Mom had been snooping in my room and uncovered them while we were gone camping.
"Right again," I lied. "I don't like getting it all over my clothes or my bed or my hands."
"Whatever," he sneered. "Like I said, I'll know everything about you soon enough once I start interrogating all your friends at school."
Carey then reached in and pulled out one of the condoms from my drawer without showing an ounce of respect for me or my belongings.
"Regular size?" he insulted, flapping the packet in the air as if it were a fan. "You must not be very big!"
"Like you are?" I snapped back.
"No, not really," he said flipping the condom back into the open drawer. "I'm big enough. It'll be interesting to see what you look like naked."
"What the fuck are you talking about? What makes you think I'm gonna let you see me naked?" I asked.
As far as first impressions go, this ass wipe was making a bad one. He was utterly insufferable. I couldn't wait for Wes to meet this guy. I could only imagine what his initial reaction might be.
"We're gonna be brothers, remember," Carey stated as he continued his insolent rant. "We'll have to share a bathroom, so it'll happen sooner or later. Do you sleep naked?"
He walked over and started opening up my dresser drawers.
"Stop it. What do you think you're doing?" I asked walking over and shutting the drawers he had just pulled open and pushed him out of the way.
"Just looking to see if you own any pajamas," he explained. "I didn't see any in that pile of dirty clothes over there. I think it's safe to say you don't wear any."
"Whether I do or don't wear pajamas is none of your business, dude," I huffed, nearly surpassing my ample tolerance level. "God, you're annoying."
A remarkably evil grin stretched across his face as he revealed how much he was enjoying the act of rattling my cage.
"Do you sleep naked?" I insultingly asked in the same way he had asked me.
"No," Carey answered with a deep seated sarcasm. "My dad made it clear that it was not allowed. I sleep in modified pajamas. My dad made Mom sew up the fly in them before she died. The rules are that I'm to sleep with both hands above the covers at all times. My dad says that masturbation corrupts a boy. He says it puts impure thoughts in a boy's mind and tempts him to fornicate."
It seems that I had finally struck a nerve in Carey as he unintentionally revealed how startlingly deep his dysfunctional relationship ran between him and his father. What the hell was I going to be getting myself into with this guy and his conflicting emotions?
"Holy shit!" I blurted out. "Are you saying you never masturbate?"
He gave out a hearty laugh as he looked over at me.
"No," he affirmed. "Of course I jerk it. I'm pretty sure my old man does it too despite his rants about it. Either that or he has really long bowel movements. I'm just careful about where I do it and I make sure I don't leave any physical evidence behind. Do your parents know you're having sex?"
"I told you before, I've never been with a girl," I reiterated.
"Oh yeah, right," he sneered. "I forgot."
Our conversation was still heating up and I felt my ears getting hot when suddenly, Carey's Dad called up from the bottom of the stairs.
"Carey," he barked. "Come on down, Son, we're leaving!"
"Gotta Go!" Carey yelped without another word being said.
I couldn't tell if Mr. Léger was upset or not, but Carey nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of his father's voice and bounded downstairs, skipping every other step as he descended the stairwell.
I remained at the top of the stairs and watched as Mom and Dad said their goodbyes while our guests slipped out the door with very little fanfare. I stood there looking down with my head spinning wildly out of control. My emotions grew seriously conflicted. Once they were gone, I eased my way downstairs and joined Mom and Dad as they lingered at the front door.
"Did things not go well?" I meekly asked.
Dad frowned and Mom just glared at me.
"Come on," my dad said. "Let's all go back into the kitchen."
We all silently walked into the kitchen and sat down around the table with Mom looking rather unhappy as we settled down to talk.
"Well," Mom began slowly, breaking the silence. "Now we know what the adults want. Seth, now it's your turn to tell us what you want."
My heart nearly stopped and a lump formed in my throat. The time had come to tell Mom my story and suddenly, I was at a loss for words.
"Wait a minute," I hesitated. "What do the adults want? You haven't told me what happened down here while I was upstairs with that nut job. Why did they suddenly leave like that?"
"Let's say that Mr. Léger wasn't open to much discussion," Dad said, trying to be tactful. "He's sort of the `my way or the highway' type of person."
"Frank," Mom objected. "You make him sound awful. He's just very committed to his principles. That's not a bad thing. We'll talk more about that later. Right now, Seth, I want to hear what you're feelings are about all this."
"Well," I thoughtfully answered. "To be honest, I'm feeling kinda pissed off about all the secrets you guys have been keeping from me all this time."
I wanted to get on the offensive and put my parents on the defensive. I could tell from their guilty expressions that it was working.
"I met Dad's, umm... friend, Mr. Hauser and his son, Wes," I began.
"Wes? That's his son's name, right?" Mom questioned. "Go on."
"Yeah, it's Wes, Wesley Hauser to be exact," I uttered. "He... I mean, we... I mean I..."
"What are you trying to say, Son?" Mom prodded.
"He's really cool, Mom," I sighed. "We became instant friends. I like him a lot. Like really... really like him." I stammered.
I almost said I loved him, but after I said what I did say, I was furious with myself for chickening out. Dad gave me an expectant look. He was surprised and a little unhappy I hadn't come right out with it. I think it may even have weakened my position.
Before I said anything more, I suddenly hesitated. I wasn't sure exactly how much of our camping trip Mom was privy to. I didn't know how much Dad might have already said or hinted about. I didn't want Mom to think I was purposely misleading her either. I decided to expand it a little bit and maybe ease into the big admission.
"Well, I really like Wes's dad too," I continued. "Henry, umm, Mr. Hauser and Dad are..."
"That's okay, Son," Dad stepped in. "Your mom knows that Henry is my boyfriend."
"Okay," I said. "I just wasn't sure. There's so much going on, I just forget. Anyway, like I was saying, Dad and Henry are really tight with each other and, well it kinda turned out the same with me and Wes. We're really tight too, you know?"
I thought that was a brilliant way of getting the point across without coming right out and using the `love' word, but I wasn't really happy with that either.
"So then," Mom asked. "Is Wes your boyfriend the way Henry is your Dad's boyfriend?"
"Um, no, Mom." I declared. "Well, yeah, but no. We're more than just boyfriends. We're like boyfriends and brothers all rolled together! It's like, so hard to explain. It's like... we just fit together like spaghetti and meatballs."
I realized what a lame comparison that was after I'd said it, but then, as I thought about the word spaghetti, it made me remember eating and loving Wes's spaghetti tacos. It must have made me smile because it made Mom smile too, so I guess it was okay.
"Is that so?" she said. "So, what does all that mean?" Her tone wasn't threatening or disappointed at all, it was more like a genuine curiosity.
"It means that Wes and I fell in love with each other," I finally said as the words surprisingly rolled off my tongue as effortlessly as breathing air. "At first it was like a friendship love. Then it was like a brotherly love. Then it was like, `real love', like boyfriends forever kind of love."
"Oh my god. I didn't see that coming," Mom sighed. "So, umm ... Wow! I have to say, that was quite unexpected. Did you two do things... together?" She asked, absentmindedly rolling her fingers and raising her eyebrows.
"Yeah, sure, of course," I confirmed. "We hiked to this cool pond and swam. We swam in the big lake too and we sat up and talked all night about things we like and stuff. We sat around the fire rings at night and enjoyed the warmth of the fire. We even had spaghetti and meatball tacos for dinner one night that Wes made himself. When I said spaghetti before, it reminded me about how good they were. Anyway, we get along perfectly with each other."
"That's nice. So you shared a tent?" Mom queried.
"Yeah, we did. Sure," I answered honestly.
"And did you do things with each other in the tent?"
"Oh!" I snickered. There was no sense in lying about it at this point, so I took a deep breath and told it like it was. "You want to know if we did sex stuff together. Well yes. Yes we did. We did it in the tent and in the camp showers and a few other really cool places. We both wanted to do it. We were both consenting."
"Okay," Mom sighed. "Thanks for being honest. I'll be honest with you now. I'm not at all thrilled with the idea of you and Wes thinking you're in love. You're both too young to know about such things. But we can discuss that more later on. For right now, what I want to know is, what is it you would like to see happen in our new arrangements once your father and I get our divorce?"
There it was, my opportunity to spell out what I wanted. I was glad she hadn't totally flipped out over my coming out. I really wondered just how many hints Dad had already dropped to prepare her.
"Well," I began as I started to relax now that `coming out' to my mother was past me. "Here's what I think. I understand that you and Dad are getting a divorce and I know there's no changing that. I understand that you both agreed to it and you worked it out between the two of you without me even knowing anything about it. Since that is a fact, I have the perfect solution that should work for all of us. Mom, you and Mr. Léger can live here with Carey, who, by the way, is a number one prime asshole."
"Seth!" Mom scolded. "You shouldn't talk that way about him, especially since you barely just met. He's going to be your step-brother, after all. I don't want there to be any trouble between you before you've really got to know one another."
"I know you don't think I'm old enough to know these things," I frowned. "But as sweet and considerate and loving as Wes is, Carey is the polar opposite. You should have heard the things he said to me up there. But that's okay. He can be here, be all alone and be his ugly old self all he wants because Henry and Wes are going to move out and sell the house they've lived in before Wes's mother died. They already decided that. Then Dad and Henry are going to find a new house to move into together. Mom, you, Mr. Léger and Carey would live here, and Henry, Wes, Dad and I would live in the new place and that way, everybody could be happy. Then, we could work out a visiting plan where some weekends, Wes and I could come here to give Dad and Henry some alone time. Then Carey could come visit us some weekends, if he has to, so you and Mr. Léger could have some alone time. I think that would solve a lot of problems and make everybody happy."
"Well Seth," Mom said. "I'm impressed. It sounds like you thought a lot about this and it actually sounds pretty reasonable to me. The only problem is, I'm not sure if Gordon will want you and Wes to be around Carey when you guys are visiting here and I'm very sure he won't want Carey going to your place where your dad and Henry are cohabitating and he couldn't personally shield Carey from the example they'd be setting."
"Why not?" I questioned, even though I was pretty sure I already knew the answer.
"Well, it's because Gordon doesn't approve of your father having a boyfriend, and that's bad enough. When he finds out about you and Wes being sexual together, that will be an even bigger problem, at least where Carey is concerned. He's very intent on protecting his son from exposure to that kind of thing."
"Hell Mom, Wes and I are in love," I began. "We don't have a disease. Carey isn't going to catch something from us. Do you know how stupid that sounds?"
"Yes, I know that, and you know that," Mom said. "But Gordon has a different opinion about that. He is entitled to his opinion and he's entitled to raise his son the way he sees fit. And who knows, maybe Gordon is right about some of that stuff. Maybe if your father was more like Gordon, you'd be more like Carey."
"Do you really believe that?" I asked. "That's crap! And the last thing I'd ever want to be is like Carey! I can't believe you just said that."
"I know," She answered. "I'm sorry sweetheart. This is all so complicated. Your father was just supposed to let you meet Henry and his boy at that campout, not make you fall in love with Wes."
"Now Mabel, that's not fair. You know better than that," Dad huffed. "You can't make someone fall in love. The very idea is ludicrous."
"Are you sure?" Mom said. "Maybe you changed him and made him into what you wanted him to be, for you and Henry. What if your influence all this time has rubbed off on him? I don't know what went on up there at that campout, but if you and Henry were `loving it up' in front of our impressionable son, imagine the impact it might have on his tender psyche. Boys try to model themselves after their fathers, isn't that right? Gordon has told me all about how that works when young boys see unnatural behavior played out before them. That's why he keeps such tight reins on Carey."
I was rendered totally speechless. My stomach started turning summersaults and I was beginning to feel genuinely sick. I had no idea my mom felt this way. I could see that she wasn't as cool with my coming out as she had let me think. I could see that she was desperately trying to control her reaction so she wouldn't fly off the handle and cause a scene. It was affecting her more than any of us realized.
"Stop! You're talking about me like I'm not even here," I yelled out. "I'm sorry Mom, but you don't know what you're talking about. You weren't there. Dad didn't do anything to make me do, or become, anything. I met Wesley all on my own before Dad or Henry could even introduce us and we found out that we love each other, all on our own. Nobody made me fall in love. It's the right thing for me. I want to see Dad happy, and he is happy when he's with Henry, just like I'm happy when I'm with Wes. We're not hurting anyone. Why can't all four of us live together and be one happy family?"
"Seth," Mom said as she took a deep breath and lowered her voice in a more calm and deliberate tone. "I'm sure Wesley was very charming, just like Henry is and he put you under his spell. Once you're away from him for a while, you'll see things more clearly. You have your whole life ahead of you to live a normal life. You won't want to miss dating girls and going to the prom and other formative experiences like that. If you get mixed up in this arrangement right now, you won't be able to get out of it later. Then you'll be sorry. You'd be much better off living here with me and Gordon and Carey. You can visit your father occasionally, of course, but I'm not sure it should ever be for overnight."
I had to wonder how much of what Mom just said was coming from her own beliefs and how much of it was Mr. Léger's influence.
"No way Mom," I insisted. "If you think you can keep Wes and me away from each other, you've crazy. I'm not just a child acting out. I'm being deadly serious about this. It is the right thing for me... for us, and I can tell you right now, I'll never regret it, ever!"
"Seth, you're my son and I love you and accept you, however you are," Mom clarified. "So if you really believe you're in love, I'll have to let it play out, I guess. I'm sure that once the excitement of doing the sex stuff wears off, you'll end up fighting like most brothers do. In the meantime, I'll see what I can do about smoothing things over with Gordon tomorrow. Now of course, I can't guarantee anything. Gordon may not be willing to compromise what he believes in."
"Then I'd say, that's his problem, not ours," I said as I crossed my arms and leaned back in my chair. "I love Wes and I always will! End of story!"
"I'm glad to see that you believe so strongly about something," Mom observed as her voice quivered. "My baby is growing up! I hope you mature quickly enough to recognize you don't have to be gay just because your father is. But like I say, I'm not going to overreact to this news. If you're really gay, then fine, I'll deal with it and love you just the same. Don't misunderstand me, I love you. Nothing can change that. Nothing! I only want the very best for you. I mean it, Seth. You can take that to the bank."
"Thanks Mom!" I cooed as I jumped up and hugged her, almost knocking her off her chair.
I could tell she was sincere about loving me no matter what. I also knew that eventually, that would mean she'd have to accept me and Wes as a couple.
"We all better go to bed now," she said. "Your father and I have to go to work tomorrow, and you, Seth, have school. Perhaps before dinner, you two can go out looking at houses."
"Thanks Mom, you're the best!" I said as I kissed her goodnight and gave Dad a knowing smile.
I was about to ask if she was in love with Mr. Léger. Then I thought about asking if she'd done any sex things with him, and if she had, I'd ask her how that was any different from me and Wes. But, after thinking about it, I decided to drop it. There was no need to add any more friction to a situation that was already in such a delicate condition.
As I lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, my mind started spinning a mile a minute. My encounter with Carey was bizarre to say the least and it really rattled me to the core. He was such an ass to me and the way he talked about seeing each other naked and sleeping naked was just weird. I sure as hell wasn't about to pick living with him over living with Wes.
I slipped off my underwear and began to play with my solid stone column as my mind began to wander into my own exclusive boys club I dubbed `PenisIsland'. It used to include me and Ruben with an occasional special guest star by some young and hung guy from the videos we watched together or even a hot guy at school that I thought was particularly sexy and desirable. Now, it was all about me and Wes exclusively.
Being by myself, my horny thoughts began to run away with me and I started to imagine Wes and I were in our bedroom in our new house. I was missing Wes so much, I was physically hurting. My boner was throbbing so hard I thought it might burst. I could almost smell Wes's unique signature as my horniness escalated. Then a thought came to me, why not just call him and talk to him. I picked up my cell phone from my nightstand and started sifting through my contact list. Since it was my first time calling him, I had to hunt for his number. Suddenly, I got momentarily startled as my phone vibrated in my hand. An unexpected incoming call caught me off guard. As I looked at the screen, my heart soared as Wes's name appeared in bold letters.
"Wes, you're not going to believe this," I said. "I had my phone in my hand, preparing to call you!"
"No, I believe you," he said. "I sent you a psychic pre-call to let you know I was about to call."
"You sent me a psychotic what?" I teased.
"A psychotic pre-cum," he played along. "A cosmic orgasm from another dimension that is so bizarre, it will scare you to death. Are you scared?"
"Not as long as I know you're there, angel boy," I cooed. "When you're nearby, nothing scares me. I miss you so much. I wish you were here with me right now."
"Yeah, me too," he confessed. "I'm so horny for you that I could almost feel you lying beside me. By the way, guess what I'm doing? I'm in my bed right now, all naked and the lights are out. I'm stroking my great big, sizzling hot, rock solid cock, thinking about you being here in bed with me. I'm kissing your ruby red lips and I'm fondling the erotic curves of that sexy bubble butt of yours."
That was all I needed to kick start my lust machine. I was already hot, horny and boned beyond belief and Wes just turned up the voltage.
"Yes," I said, returning Wes's searing hot banter. "I'm in bed too and I've been stroking myself and thinking about you. I can actually feel you squeezing my butt cheeks now as I nibble on your erect little nipples, making them stand at attention, sending chills down your spine as I turn you into a whimpering little sex puppy, just begging for my bone."
"I can't take anymore," Wes continued. "Your body is calling to me and I've lost all power to resist. I've got you in my arms and I'm looking into your eyes. I'm kissing you, starting at your luscious lips and I'm working my way down, following your treasure trail until I get to that magnificent cock of yours, and when I get there, I'm going to suck you to the heavens."
"Wes," I momentarily paused. "Are we having phone sex?"
"Hell yeah," he said. "Of course we are! Now pay attention. I've reached your cock and I'm sucking you right now. Focus on that. Can you feel it? Can you feel my mouth on your stiff dick, all wet and smooth and nasty?"
"Oh yeah, I sure can," I said as I tossed the covers back and spit into my hand. I stroked myself slowly and ever so gently as I imagined it was Wes's wildly erotic tongue that was putting me into such an aroused state. "I want to suck you too. I miss your outrageously huge cock, you sex fiend. Let me sixty-nine with you. Your cock feels so good in my mouth. I can taste your sweet pre-cum flowing ever so sweetly from those perfect balls of yours. My God, you're so hot!"
I actually spun myself around so my head was now at the foot of my bed and I slid my middle finger into my mouth and sucked on it, flicking my tongue over it as if it were Wes's amazing rod.
"Oh man, Seth," Wes said. "You're getting me close already. I don't want to cum yet. I want you inside me now. Make love to me, Seth, please. Put that hot burning love stick of yours so deep inside me that your balls slap against mine. Now slam it to me and send me to cum-heaven, you sexy mucho-macho man."
"Okay lover boy," I said, imagining I was filling Wes's every desire. "Roll your ass over onto your back and lift your legs. I'm coming up between them. I'm wetting my fingers and coating your beautiful hole with my passion. I'm greasing up my pole right now with my liquid love potion. Now I'm spreading your cheeks and sliding my rock hard cock up and down your luscious crack as I generously spread my leaking love juice in, and all around that freaking hot boy-hole I love so much. Now get your ass ready. Here comes my solid column of stone into that waiting opening that is just begging me to plunge my love muscle inside. Can you feel it? I'm filling you up with my pulsing hot pillar as I inch my way deep into that cavern of cum-seducing pleasure. Oh, Wes, it feels so warm and delightful. I'm all the way in now. I can't hold it here any longer. I'm going to have to start pumping my hard cock in and out of that freaking hot hole of crazy desire before I go completely mad."
I grabbed my pillow and I started fucking it, slamming my dick in and out between the pillow and my bottom sheet. My breathing was short and ragged as I worked myself up into a heaving, sweating, humping animal of the wild.
"Oh my God, I'm coming!" Wes announced. "Fuck me, fuck me harder. Make me spew all my boy cream for you, Seth. Make me shoot it across the room. Make me cum harder than I have ever cum before."
"Yes, my love. I'm pumping harder, I'm pumping faster," I said as my voice escalated into a fiery fury.
I was pumping my pillow as fast as I could, barely able to hold onto the phone. My own passion spiked as I began to feel the buildup of pressure that emanated from deep within my balls and radiated outward to every fiber of my body. My own hand began to feel like Wes's warm and caressing cavern of love as he and I both approached our mutual climax together.
"Oh, Wes, it feels so good to be inside you," I stated. "I love the way you coax the sperms right out of my balls."
"Oh my god, yes, Seth," Wes heaved. "You're doing a great job of working that special kind of magic only you know how to do. I can hear you pounding my horny ass over the phone. You're about to make me shoot it right now. I'm serious, I'm gonna cum."
"Me too," I revealed as I felt my sperm climb up my firing chamber, teetering on a release of monumental proportions.
I wasn't alone anymore. I felt like Wes was with me, not only in spirit, but in mind and body as well. Sure it wasn't like actually being together, but it was a pretty good alternative. Way better than just jerking it alone.
"Seth, oh, Seth," Wes sang out. "I – love – you – so – much!"
"I love you too, angel baby" I cooed in return.
"Here I go," Wes declared. "I'm going to shoot it now! Here it comes! Oh my god! Here - it – comes!"
The act of Wes announcing that he was cumming was all it took to push me over the edge. The muscles in my entire body clenched and I gulped in a breath of air as the room started to spin. It was so intense that I thought I might pass out.
"I'm – cumming - too!" I weakly proclaimed as my staggering, cosmic orgasm consumed all of my strength. My brain pumped an extra large dose of endorphins into my system as my cock began to spew the biggest load of cum that my balls have ever produced. "Oh, fuck, here it comes. I'm shooting my biggest load ever, Wes, you fucking cum-sorcerer!"
"You're a fucking awesome wizard yourself, Seth," Wes professed. "You're making me cum so hard. So – so - hard!"
"Are you still shooting it?" I asked.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Wes answered. "It's flying all over the place. You?"
"I'm making a secret cum-pond on my bed," I said, describing my series of massive sperm blasts. "Just like our secret pond where I first saw your hot naked body."
A moment of silence fell between us as we both shot off the last of our respected loads, drifting off into Nirvana and beyond.
After shooting several ropes of my hot creamy boy-cum, my cock continued to ooze and leak gobs of thick cock milk. I rolled off my pillow and onto my back. I used the last of my oozing cum to rub all over my twitching cock and balls, continuing to stimulate myself beyond my refractory zone. Doing so caused me to linger in that place that was halfway between a post orgasmic state of tingles and that phenomenon where you can hardly touch yourself, making it impossible to keep from jerking and twitching out of control. I was in heaven and I could tell by Wes's silence that he was in exactly the same place as I was.
"Hey, Wes," I softy spoke. "Are you still there?"
"Oh, yeah, baby!" he acknowledged. "You were so magnificent that you made me splatter my face with my very first blast of cum."
"I wish I was there to lick it off," I told him. "It's such a shame that your gooey goodness should go to waste."
"It's not going to go to waste," he indicated. "I'm going to lick it off of myself and hold it in my mouth. Then I'll share it with you. Here goes. Mmm... Now, kiss me!"
I closed my eyes and imagined I was kissing my lover, and in so doing, imagined I was sharing his sweet tasty prize from within his warm tender cheeks. I scooped a glob of my own cum from the pool I had shot on my bed and slowly wiped it across my tongue as I savored my imaginary proxy.
"Where did you learn how to be so great at phone sex?" I innocently asked Wes.
"Don't tell my dad," Wes clued me in. "About a year ago, I was watching TV late at night and there was this commercial for a private chat line. I didn't really know what that was and I was really curious, so I called the number. When I got on, I lied that I was over eighteen years old and got connected to this chick named `Sparkle' and I proceeded to have a session with her I'll never forget. I lost my phone sex virginity that night. It was hot all right, but what you and I just did made that experience look like amateur night."
"Didn't you get caught when the phone bill came?" I asked.
"No," he explained. "I don't know if they just never paid attention to it or what. Mom always set it up so our bills got paid automatically each month and I only did it that once."
"That's cool," I said. "I would never get away with something like that. I love that about you though, how you just do shit with no consequences. You've got balls, baby!"
"I guess," he said. "Anyway, where did you learn how to be so great at phone sex?"
"I have a friend named Ruben, and we used to watch porno movies together that he would sneak out of his big brother's room," I admitted. "There was this one movie that we watched together called `976-CUMM' that was about an insatiable phone sex operator and all the men that she was able to make `cum' over the phone. I guess I learned more from that movie than I realized."
"Oh, I remember. Ruben's that guy you told me about that you used to jack-off with when you watched those porn movies together, right?" Wes asked as I detected a slight strain in his voice.
I blindly walked right into that one. Of course Wes already knew about Ruben and I understood his desire to want to know more about my past, but where Ruben was concerned, I was a little embarrassed to admit it. Ruben and I definitely jacked together many times. He was a great jacking partner, but that was all. There was nothing more to it than that. I didn't have any kind of romantic feelings for him like I did for Wes.
"Ah, yeah," I slowly answered.
"When we start living together and I come there to visit, are you going to introduce me to him?" Wes asked.
"Sure, if you want," I said as I tried to lighten the mood. "Maybe we could do a threesome sometime?"
A cold silence emanated from Wes's side of the conversation as I realized I may have just made critical a mistake. It was one of my bad jokes, so bad that Wes would never see it for what it was.
"Just kidding, dude," I said, trying to undo my faux pas. "You are the only one in my life now. Oh, by the way, my dad hasn't had time to talk to your dad yet, but we're planning to go house hunting tomorrow."
"Sounds great," he said in a reserved tone.
"It will be so good to see you again," I assured him.
"Yeah, right," he said. "See you then. Goodnight."
"Goodnight," I said and we both disconnected our call.
A couple of minutes later, I realized I must have made Wes jealous and possibly even angry by the way he kind of got quiet and short on the phone. I knew I probably had some damage control to have to do with Wes before we go house hunting tomorrow. I couldn't believe I could screw up something as wonderful as what we'd just shared together.
"Dammit!" I cursed out loud.
Not having Wes there with me in person made apologizing impossible. Talking and having phone sex was unbelievably exciting, but when all is said and done, there was absolutely no substitute for having Wes with me in the flesh and soon after realizing that fact, I got depressed all over again.
I hit the send button and listened to the phone ring. I couldn't wait for morning to do something about this. I had to apologize right now. My heart sank when a woman's voice came on and said, "This mailbox has not been set up yet. Goodbye."
"Damn, damn, damn," I swore out loud again.
Suddenly, I was aware of the clammy, sticky goop all over my dick and chest. I got up and used my boxers to clean up as good as I could which wasn't all that good. Going with Dad to look at houses tomorrow along with Henry and Wes was the only thing I had to look forward to and that's what I focused on until I finally fell asleep.
End of Chapter #10
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