Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2023 14:10:36 -0500
From: William Marshal <williammarshal5301@gmail.com>
Subject: exposed 16

CHAPTER 16

Monday was a busy day. Right after breakfast, all assignments were due. The
Monday and Tuesday before Thanksgiving and the Monday after Thanksgiving
were workdays for the faculty. So, it was tradition for all major
assignments to be due on, or before, what became known as Drop Dead
Monday. As usual, James was finished with his projects, papers, and
research papers a week before the due date, and Brock was working up to the
last minute.

"Fuck, I'm not going to get this essay finished in time," Brock yelled.

"What do you have to do?" James asked.

"Edit the fucking thing. It's written, but there are so many errors to
fix."

"Let me do it," James said.

Brock got up from his desk and James sat down and fixed all of the
spelling, grammatical, and formatting errors in fifteen minutes. He hit
print, and five pages spit from the printer.

Brock looked at the paper and said, "It would have taken me all morning to
edit this essay, but you just whipped it out so fast we have time for a
quick fuck."

James laughed and said, "We've just got time now so that we can get packed,
get checked out, and get on road."

Brock stapled the pages together and said, "I hope you left a few errors in
the paper, or Mr. Richard isn't going to believe I wrote this."

"Don't worry, I may have fixed the errors, but it still has your voice and
style."

"Oh, so it still sounds like a dumb jock wrote it?"

"No. It sounds like a sincere, thoughtful, and caring guy who hides behind
a goofy, dumb jock mask wrote it."

Brock kissed James and said, "Thank you."

By the time Brock got back, James was already packed. When Brock saw the
one small bag, he said, "That's it? That's all you're taking?"

"You helped me move," James said. "So, you know I have a closet full of
clothes at home. Frankly, it's embarrassing how much my mother buys for
me. I think every time she feels guilty about me being in boarding school,
she goes on a shopping binge."

Brock's way of packing was to throw clothes in a duffle.  He also grabbed
his dirty clothes basket.  They threw everything in the trunk of Brock's
car, checked out, and then headed for New York.

About an hour out of Concord James got a text from his mother, it read,
"They have scheduled the exploratory surgery for your father at 6
a.m. tomorrow. Sydney and I will be flying back as soon as we know how he
did. FYI, your aunt and I have gotten to know Courtney and actually like
her. See you Wed."

James took a deep breath and said, "Brock, I need to tell you some of
things going on with my family....." James then told Brock about his
father's cancer, his parents' weird relationship, and his being named to
have power of attorney if necessary for his father. ".....So, I guess what
I'm trying to do is pre-apologize for shit I might do and say. I'll try my
hardest to keep my family stuff in its own compartment, but I can't
guarantee I will always be successful."

"First," Brock said, "thank you for trusting me enough to tell me about
your family. Second, don't feel like you have to deal with this all by
yourself. I'm here to support you. So, if you need to talk, to vent, of
just need a hug, I'm here for you."

"Thank you. That's just what I needed to hear."

"Also, my mom and aunt won't be home until Wednesday some time, and then
they are leaving again on Saturday. So, it will be just you, me, and Betty
for most of the holiday."

"As long as you are there, it's all good with me."

The boys got to the apartment just a bit after two in the afternoon. When
they opened the door, the smell of baking greeted them, followed by a
joyous welcome home from Betty.

James gave Betty a hug and said, "It's good to be home. Nothing says home
to me more than your cheerful greeting and the wonderful smells coming from
your kitchen."

"I had to bake your favorite cookie."

"Which one?" James asked.

"All of them."

James laughed, and said, "You still remember that."

When James was around five, Betty had asked him what his favorite cookie
was, and he listed five cookies. He said they were all so good he couldn't
decide, and he didn't want to hurt any of their feelings by not picking one
as his favorite.

Next Betty gave Brock a hug and said, "I bet a big guy like this can put
away a dozen or so cookies by himself. It's a good thing I made double
batches."

Brock smile and said, "My mom has always said it would have been cheaper if
they had just bought a pony rather than bring me home from the hospital."

"Have you boys had lunch."

"Yes, we stopped at a McDonalds along the way," James said.

"Well then, go put your bags upstairs, and then we can have some tea and
cookies."

It didn't take long for the boys to stow their gear and return for cookies
and tea.

As Betty served the tea and cookies she said, "I hate to leave you alone on
your first night home, but my niece's daughter is getting married in two
weeks and we are having a wedding shower for her tonight at my sister's
house in Queens."

"Do you need us to give you a lift?" James asked.

"No, my niece's husband is coming to pick me up. I was drafted into
catering the affair, so I have a fridge full of food to haul to Queens, not
to mention my gifts for the couple. So, I hope you boys are okay with
lasagna for supper."

"Betty, you know I love your lasagna," James said, "and Ponyboy here will
eat anything put in front of him."

"Okay Sodapop, I certainly hope this Ponyboy moniker doesn't follow me back
to Mill Brook. It's not exactly the sort of thing the captain of the
lacrosse team wants to be called on the field. And, I sure as hell wouldn't
want it following me to Fordham."

"I don't know," Betty said, "Thomas Howell was pretty cute as Ponyboy
Curtis in the movie."

"That might be so, but cute and lacrosse are not often used in the same
sentence. On the other hand, cute and swimmer just seem to be a natural
combination."

"Hey, I have no problem being cute," James said.

Betty smiled and said, "I don't care what anyone says, you two are both
handsome young men, and you make a very smart looking couple."

Both James and Brock smiled and blushed a little.

After cookies, Brock dragged James to the building's gym to see what it was
like. After looking around a bit, Brock said, "It will do if it's cold and
snowy, but I think we should find a gym with fewer old ladies and find one
geared toward athletes."

"The other option, and I can't believe I'm saying this, the mansion has a
gym with a weight room, an Olympic size pool, and a sauna. It's about an
hour's drive from here. Of course, I'd have to call and make sure I'm still
allowed on the place."

"I can't tell you what to do," Brock said. "You have to decide when you are
ready, if you are ever ready, to go back to that place. This fitness area
will be fine until we graduate and move here permanently."

"I'm really torn," James said, "I hate the house and most of the memories
in it, but it is a gorgeous estate and has some great facilities. It's a
shame not to use them....Fuck it, I at least have to know if I am allowed
on the property."

James said, "Let's go up to the apartment. I'm going to call the Pierce
Estate manager and find out."

When they got back to the apartment, Brock went out onto the terrace, while
James made his call.

When James finally joined Brock on the terrace, Brock didn't say
anything. He waited until James was ready to tell him. Finally, James said,
"Noah, the estate's manager said, "My father told him I should be treated
like the new owner since that may soon be the reality. I just don't know
what to think about all of that. I thought I had plenty of years still left
to hate him."

Brock hugged James and said, "There's still a chance you will."

James nodded, then said, "I want to go out there tomorrow, but now I
actually feel I need that workout." So, James and Brock changed into
workout clothes and headed down to the fitness area. James and Brock were
the youngest people working out, and the free weights were all theirs.

While he wouldn't have called it fun, James was beginning to get into the
workout. Whether it was his desire to look better in a speedo, the
camaraderie of Brock as a workout partner, the fact that working his
muscles was quieting his mind, or all three, James was pushing himself like
he had never before. In fact, Brock had to actually tell him to ease up
before he hurt himself.

Occasionally, one of the older ladies and even a couple of the guys would
chat with James and Brock. The conversation usually started with what
apartment they lived in, and it invariably took them back a bit when James
said his mother was Julia Spangler and they lived in PH4. However, the next
part of the conversation was that they had a daughter, granddaughter, or
niece that would be coming for the holiday.

James would politely say, "Unfortunately, we are each dating someone at
school and it is pretty serious. So, we promised not to see anyone else."

The would-be Yentas would say something like, "That's so sweet,' or `It's
good to meet boys who know how to treat a girl." The exception was one old
man who looked at the boys then gave a knowing wink.

After their workout, the boys headed back up to the apartment. James
stripped off his workout clothes, and Brock said James could take a shower
first. James put his hands on his hips and looked at him a very
disapproving frown on his face. Brock laughed at the sight of James
silently scolding him while his huge cock swung freely between his
legs. Brock stripped off and ran to the shower with James in hot pursuit.

Unlike the shower at school, the one in James' bedroom suite was large and
had multiple shower heads. Also, James had discovered the lights could be
dimmed and changed to different colors allowing different moods. It wasn't
long before the boys were finishing their workout with a little aerobic
exercise.

When they were again dressed, Brock said, "I'm starving."

"You just had a couple of helpings of protein." James said.

"Jocks cannot live on cum alone."

So, James went down and put the lasagna into the oven. There was also a
note telling them there was garlic bread and a bag of Caesar salad to go
with the lasagna. Betty had made a variety of finger-food pastries for the
wedding shower and she left the boys a sampler plate for dessert.

Beer, wine, soda, or water? James asked.

"We need to be sure to stay hydrated, so how about water with dinner, and
beer and popcorn later while we watch Monday Night Football."

"Who's playing?"

"The Broncos and the Jets."

"Well, at least one of them will have a win to be thankful for on
Thursday," James said.

"So do you want to place a wager on tonight's game."

"I assume this isn't money, we'll be betting."

"You're right on that. It's the winner's choice tonight in bed. Winner can
decide positions, the mood, even get a little kinky."

"I'll take that bet."

"Okay," Brock said, "let's do rock, paper, scissors, to decide who gets
first pick. Best two out of three."

Brock chose paper twice and James chose rock twice. "I'll take the Broncos,
or should I say the Brock-O's," Brock said with a smile.

"You're about as funny as a hard kick to the balls, you know that?" James
said.

"Look who's a sore loser before the game has even been played," Brock
taunted.

Neither James nor Brock really knew how to turn on the TV in the media
room, and James was absolutely sure neither his mother or Sydney had any
idea. So as soon as they finished eating, they went up to the media room to
figure it out.

Brock found a touch pad that looked like it could be the remote. He said,
"It looks like it needs some pin number to unlock the remote. Do you know
what it might be?"

"Try 0225."

"Hey that works. How did you know that was the pin?"

"It's my birthday. That's what Mom always uses for her pin," James said

"Brock tapped the tablet, and a screen came down and nearly covered one
entire wall. He tapped it again and a projector came on.  One more tap and
blackout shades covered the windows. After a bit of scrolling and tapping,
Brock finally found the channel for the game.

"Now, if I can just figure out the sound," Brock said, as he tapped another
icon. Suddenly the Monday Night Football theme began blaring at full volume
and Brock frantically started tapping the screen until he found the volume
control.


The seats in the room were organized into three rows, each having four
leather upholstered recliners.

"This room is amazing," Brock said, "You don't mind if I send a few
pictures to Kip and Weston."

"I don't have a problem with that," James said, and Brock began taking
photos. He sent them to Kip and Weston, who texted back that they were
jealous.

The Jets were just kicking off when James came back from the bar in the
game room with two beers and a bowl of popcorn.

James was about to hand Brock his beer when he went nuts. The announcers
went nuts. The players on the TV went nuts. The Broncos returned the
opening kickoff 97 yards for a touchdown. Sixteen seconds into the game and
the Broncos were already up by seven. The Broncos put up another seven at
the beginning of the second quarter and three at the half-time buzzer. The
Jets went into the locker room at the half, down 17-0.

Brock couldn't resist gloating as he handed James his third beer.

"So, what kind of fiendish torture do you have planned for me tonight,"
James asked.

"Have you heard of Singapore Spoon Torture?"

"No," James said warily.

"Neither, have I."

James punched Brock in the arm, and said, "Asshole."

"Ouch," Brock said while laughing, "Has anyone ever told you that you have
sharp knuckles?"

"Well just you remember that when you decide what you're going to have me
do tonight."

The Jets got the ball first in the second half, and thanks to a couple of
nice pass plays, a missed tackle on a running play, and an inopportune
penalty on the Broncos, the Jets managed to put points on the board. After
the Jets first possession of the half, the score was 17-7 Broncos. The Jets
scored late in the 3rd quarter to close the score to a three point
margin. Brock cocky attitude seemed to fade. Only to return when the
Broncos forced the Jets to punt with only 1:26 left in the game.

"Well the Jets made it closer than it should have been, but all that's left
is a couple of kneel downs, and then....."

Then it happened, the Bronco's punt returner lost the ball in the lights
and didn't know where it was until it bounced off of his helmet, and into
the end zone where a Jets player recovered the ball for a touchdown. In the
end, the Jets won 21-17.

Brock looked at James and what he saw was a big grin, and he asked, "Okay,
what did I just get myself into?"

"Follow me."

James stopped in his bedroom to get a couple of outdoor blankets, and then
he led Brock out onto the terrace. Sidney liked to read and drink coffee in
the mornings on the terrace, so Julia bought her a double outdoor day bed
for the terrace. But tonight, it was going to be James and Brock's
33-story-high love nest.

The boys stripped off their clothes and quickly cuddled up under the
blankets. Brock said, "Has anyone told you that you can be adorably
romantic?"

James kissed Brock's chest, and said, "It's hard not to be romantic when
you love and make love to a young Apollo." James kissed Brock's lips then
whispered, "I need your tight hole wrapped around my cock."

Brock rolled onto his stomach and said, "It's all yours, babe." The two
lovers caressed and pleasured each other in the warm glow of the city's
lights, and tenderness and passion shaped their lovemaking well into the
night.

The morning sun was beginning to light the sky when a light snow began to
fall. James gently shook Brock and asked if he was still warm. Brock smiled
and said, "Yes, how could I not be warm cuddling with the hottest boy in
New York City?"

"You are so corny."

"It's part of my charm," Brock said, and gave James a kiss on the top of
his head.

"Do you think we should go in?"

"Or we could fuck in the snow."

James laughed, then said, "Is the lube warm? I'm not putting a cold glob up
my ass."

"It's right here next to me. It should be as warm as I am."

"What the hell. Let's do it," and James rolled over on his side so Brock
could spoon in behind him. After a bit James could feel Brock's cock
pushing against his hole. James took a deep breath, relaxed, and pushed
himself onto his lover's all-American manhood.

Brock wrapped an arm around James and began to thrust. James was totally
swept away to a new reality. The coolness of snowflakes landing on his
face, the warmth of Brock's body, the fullness inside of him, all
culminated in one massive total body orgasm.

Finally, James said, "I need to go inside."

"Me too."

The boys grabbed the quilts and ran inside. After they both took a much
needed piss, they climbed into the shower. As they washed each other, James
asked, "Do we have a plan for today?"

"I need to get some things from my room, and Mom would like us to have
supper with them. I was thinking this afternoon we could go out to your
father's place and use the gym and pool. Then we'd head over to my parent's
place in Brooklyn for supper."

"That sounds like a plan."

After getting dressed, James and Brock went down to the kitchen. Betty was
just putting the coffee on when the boys showed up. "My, oh my, you boys
are up much earlier than I thought you would be. What would you like for
breakfast? As if I didn't know what Jimmy Boy is going to order."

James smiled and said, "Aunt B you know me too well."

"French toast and bacon for Jimmy, and how about you Brock."

"I'll have the same, plus a side order of explanation. First, why does
Betty get to call you Jimmy and no one else?"

"Well Aunt B practically raised me. So, when you bake me my favorite
cookies and change my stinky nappy, you can call me Jimmy."

"I'll stick with James. My other question is, what's with Aunt B?"

Betty laughed and said, "Jimmy and I used to watch the Andy Griffith Show
before nap time. I didn't like all the new cartoons, and Jimmy wasn't into
watching the soaps with me, so we compromised on Andy Griffith. One day, he
called me Aunt B and it stuck."

"That's a nice story, I bet James was a cute kid." Brock said.

"Here let me show you," Betty said and went to her room to grab a framed
picture."

"No, not the birthday picture!!" James said when he saw what she had.

"Oh, but you were so cute," Betty said, as she handed Brock the
picture. "That was his fifth birthday."

In the picture was a very cute boy with his cheeks puffed out as he blew
out the candles on his birthday cake. James was wearing a birthday hat as
were the two smiling adults standing behind him. Brock recognized a much
younger Julia and the resemblance of the man to James could only mean it
was his father. They looked like a family straight out of a Norman Rockwell
painting.

James choked a bit, and said, "I forget, there was a time when we were
happy."