Date: Sat, 25 Nov 2023 00:43:14 -0500
From: William Marshal <williammarshal5301@gmail.com>
Subject: Exposed 20

Exposed: Chapter 20

After the meeting with the legal and PR people, Shane had offered to drop
the boys off at the apartment, but James said that, according to Google
Maps, it was only a 30-minute walk down Lexington Ave. Since it was a
relatively nice day and he wanted to check out the neighborhood.

The boys were already making plans for a shopping weekend to get Christmas
presents for their friends and family. They also made note of any
restaurants they wanted to try. James' way of making a list was to snap a
picture of the store or restaurant and save it to a file on his phone.

When they got back to the apartment, they found Betty and told her they
were going out to the Pierce Estate and were planning to spend the night.

"What time will you be back tomorrow?" Betty asked.

"I doubt we will be getting up too early, and we'll stay and do a workout,"
James said. "I wouldn't plan on us until late afternoon. We will want to
get back early enough to get some good sleep before the game on Sunday."

"Then, I'll make something for supper for tomorrow. How about you let me
pack up some of the Thanksgiving leftovers to take with you this
afternoon?"

"That would be great," Brock said. Brock did like to eat good food, and
Betty had herself a fan.

When they got to the estate, James said, "I need to go see Noah Walker
before we go to the gym."

"Hey James," Noah said when he answered the door. "It's a surprise to see
you today."

"Brock and I came out to use the gym, and I wanted to talk to you about
some things."

Noah saw Brock sitting in the car and said, "Tell Brock to come in and we
can all have some coffee. Trudy can entertain Brock while we talk." Trudy
was an interesting woman. Early on she decided she wasn't interested in
being "part of the estate." That is not to say she didn't engage in the
social functions that came with Noah's position, but she decided to find a
job somewhere else. For years she worked in the Queensborough Community
College bookstore. However, whenever anyone stopped by to talk to Noah,
there were always some of her homemade cookies available for coffee or tea.

After some polite chatter and some coffee and cookies, Noah and James went
to the Estate Manager's office. "So James, how can I help you?" he asked.

"First, is my grandparents' cottage available for Brock and me for
tonight?"

"Absolutely. Since Sydney isn't in town, there really isn't anyone else who
uses it. Let me get you the keys."

When Noah came back with the keys, James said, "I think we need to make
sure the cottage has whatever Dad might need for after his surgery. I think
it will be easier for him and Courtney to live in the cottage than the
mansion. I know the odds are against him, but I am going to be positive
that he will beat this."

"I agree," Noah said, "I will have someone inspect the cottage and make
recommendations for any accommodations or adaptations that need to be
made."

"Good, the second thing is my attorney, Shane O'Clair will be contacting
you for a list of Walkers who are employed at Pierce International. I've
decided that I will need someone to help me run the company. I've asked
Shane to find someone in the company that can be my alter ego and can take
care of the day-to-day operations of the company. Someone who can be for
Pierce International what you are for the Pierce Estate."

"I like the way you think," Noah said. "I will be glad to help Shane. Also,
since most of the Walkers know nothing about our families' relationship, I
can put together some functions here at the estate so that you and Shane
can meet the possible candidates without raising too many questions in the
company or the family."

"That's a very good idea."

Then Noah said, "I have also been meaning to talk with you about several
issues, is now a good time?"

"Sure, what are you concerned about?"

"It's time for you to find my replacement as estate manager. Trudy and I
would like to travel before we get too old to enjoy it. What I'm proposing
is that I would cut back to half-time and train the new person. I have
talked to your father, and he wants you to make the decision on who will
replace me."

"Shit," James said. "I have no idea what you do, other than everything to
keep this place going. Do you have anyone in mind?"

"Well, in the spirit of keeping it in the family. My youngest son has
expressed interest in the position. He currently works for Hilton at their
corporate offices in Dallas, but he and his wife really want to move back
to New York. They and their children will be here for Christmas. I could
arrange for you to meet them if that isn't being too presumptuous."

"I would be thrilled to meet your son and his family. In fact, I would like
to meet more of my Walker relatives. Do you think you could organize an
estate reunion during the Christmas holiday?"

"I think that would be a fantastic idea," Noah said. "I'll get Casper and
Gill to help plan it."

"Is there anything else?" James asked.

"Yes, the estate that borders the Pierce property on the north is being put
on the market. Years ago, your father purchased an option on the property
that lets the Pierce Family Estate Trust purchase it at fair market
value. The Trust has 30 days to exercise its option."

"Let me guess, my father is leaving that decision up to me as well."

Noah smiled and said, "I am afraid so."

"Do you know why he wants that property?"

"Not really. It is one of the last properties in this area that hasn't been
subdivided for redevelopment. Also, at one time I recall him saying
something about `unique zoning' or something."

"How much," James asked, "I am assuming the estate can afford to purchase
it."

"$30 million; and yes, your father has that money set aside for the
purchase."

"Okay, let's do it. I guess this will be just one more mystery for me to
attempt to figure out."

James had no idea why his father wanted that estate, or whether it was a
good investment. There was just a feeling in his gut that said this was the
right thing to do. He'd always heard that phrase, "trust your gut," and it
always seemed like a stupid way to make a decision. As he and Noah walked
back into the living room, James was beginning to doubt his decision and
was about ready to tell Noah to hold off on the purchase, but then he heard
Brock laugh, and suddenly it made sense. Sometimes the only way you get
what you want, what you need, is when you're willing to just trust your
gut.

After saying goodbye to Noah and Trudy, James and Brock headed for the
gym. It had been a couple of days since the boys had hit the gym hard and
James was determined to make up ground. Brock had to smile at how, once
James decided to muscle up, he put everything into the effort. By the time
they finished lifting James' muscles were popping and Brock wanted his
lover, but James wasn't going to quit before his swim.

James' specialty was going to be distance swimming and the 500-yard
freestyle was the event he was focusing on. For most people swimming the
length of five football fields in under five minutes would seem impossible,
but that was what James had to do to place in the top 10 at the state
meet. To be in contention for a medal, he would have to cut it to 4:30.

After James finished his swim, he had the feeling that he might have
overdone the workout. His muscles were like rubber and he had to drag
himself out of the pool and into the showers. As he was letting the hot
water run over his body, Brock stepped behind him, wrapped two strong arms
around his chest, and whispered in his ear, "I know someone who needs to
collect his massage."

James moaned just thinking about how good that would feel, then said,
"Let's go to the cottage."

The cottage was nothing like the rest of the estate. It was best described
as cozy and intimate. When James opened the front door, he was taken
aback. Even though James and Brock had stopped in the cottage quickly on a
recent visit to the estate, this place still held strong feelings for
James.  It was just like he remembered it when he would visit his
grandparents. It was a time capsule of happy memories from his youth, and
it was all James could do not to cry. Brock gave James a hug, and gently
kissed his lips. Then said, "Let me unpack the food from the cooler and put
it in the fridge. Why don't you go get ready for a you massage."

After Brock had unpacked all of the food Betty had sent with them, he went
looking for James. He was surprised to find that James was not in the
master or guest bedroom; instead, he was in a small room with only a single
twin bed. The room was painted sky blue and the shelves held toys and
children's story books. James was sitting naked on the edge of the
bed. "This was my room when I stayed with grandpa and grandma." James
mused.

Brock sat down and held his hand. Finally, James laid down on his stomach
and pulled a pillow under his head. Brock quietly undressed then began to
softly run his hands over James. James moaned as Brock began to massage his
shoulders. It was in his shoulders that James held his tension, and it was
there that Brock started. Brock's fingers instinctively found the tightness
in Brock's body and released it. Best of all, there was nothing rushed or
stingy in one of Brock's massages.

When it was time to work on James' front, James rolled over and his cock
pointed straight up like a flagpole. James couldn't help but chuckle with
embarrassment, but Brock simply continued the massage without a joke or
comment. When Brock started working his pecs, James realized just how hard
he'd hit the bench presses. It felt good to have Brock rubbing his chest
and occasionally tweaking his nipples. All the while Brock was giving the
massage, James' cock was leaking precum. Finally, Brock said, "it's time to
take care of this", and he began licking the underside of James' engorged
penis. It was absolutely amazing and James grabbed the sheet with both
hands and moaned as another drop of precum formed on the tip of his
cock. Brock gently collected the clear droplet of nectar on his tongue and
shared it with James.

"What do you need?" Brock asked.

"I need to fuck you."

"Yes, you do babe," and Brock rolled onto his back, grabbed his ankles, and
exposed his hole, then said, "And, I need you to fuck me."

If Brock was a master when it came to giving a massage, James was the guru
of rimming. James knew just how to drive Brock insane with his tongue, soon
Brock was begging to be fucked.

Eventually, James gave into his lover's pleading and sunk his eight inch
cock deep into Brock's bussy.

Brook seemed to lose his ability to express himself with anything beyond
groans and an occasional "harder." So, it was that an hour and several
position changers later Brock unloaded a huge burst of cum onto his chest
and abs. As he did, his ass clamped down hard on James' cock which also
sent him over the edge.  James filled Brock's insiders with stream after
stream of warm, creamy jizz.

When he had shot his last volley of cum, James collapsed onto Brock's chest
and Brock wrapped muscular arms around his swim stud. Brock would never
understand how good it felt for James to be held by a strong, confident,
cocky jock. Brock had never been afraid to walk down the hall at Mill
Brook, or change clothes in the P.E. locker room. Brock was always one of
the guys. However, James knew what it was like to be bullied. Before he was
James Pierce, 2nd, he was just James Spangler, a boy on scholarship at an
elite prep school.

When James woke up he was on his side with Brock snuggly spooning behind
him. James wasn't sure just how he got that way, but it felt so good. He
didn't want to get up; however, as hungry as he was, he knew Brock must be
starving.

James rolled over to face Brock and said, "Thanks babe. I really needed
that. Not just the massage and the sex, but the time alone with you. You
are my rock. You are my Brock."

Brock blushed a bit, and James thought it was so cute. As James pushed some
hair from Brock's face, Brock said, "I think I need to get a haircut."

"Don't you dare," James said. "You look so hot when it's longer. It's kinda
Ross Lynchy."

"ICK!, I think I'll have to shave my head now."

James laughed and said, "Just remember, if you do, there will be no sex
until it grows back."

"Fine, I'll just dye it red!"

James laughed and said, "Great, you'd look good with red hair, kind of like
Eddie Redmayne in Fantastical Beasts. I have always wanted to get fucked by
someone with a magical wand."

"You are impossible," Brock said with a laugh, "and I don't have the energy
to argue with you."

"Let's get something to eat," James said. "You don't need to get dressed,
because as soon as we're done eating, we're coming back here and watch
"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them."

"Oh I see, tonight is a NerdFest."

"No, tonight is Fuck the NerdFest. The movie is just the warmup."

As it turned out, James and Brock never got to the movie. Just as they were
finishing up eating James' phone rang, it was Weston. "Where are you guys?"

"We're out at the Pierce Estate."

"Fuck! Kip and Lance are here and we were wanting to come over and check
out your new digs."

"How about you guys come out to the Estate and we can party out here, and
then workout in the morning. I can show you my new room tomorrow. If you
want, you can spend tomorrow night as well and we can all go to the game
together on Sunday."

"Let me check with the guys and our fathers. I'll call you back."

A few minutes later Weston returned the call. "We're coming over. What's
the address?"

James gave them the address and said, "Don't forget some workout
gear. Also, if you want to swim, bring a suit...or you can just swim
naked."

"I don't know about Kip and Lance, but I'm not self-conscious about
swimming in the nude. Of course, I have a permanent tan, a hot body, and a
big cock."

"Don't forget a big ego."

Weston laughed and said, "Yeah, I got that too."

After he hung up, James said, "It will take them about 45 minutes to get
here. Why don't you take a shower, while I change the sheets on that
bed. One of them is going to have to sleep in that bed tonight."

The sheets were changed, the kitchen cleaned, and both boys freshly
showered when their friends showed up bearing a case of Rolling Rock beer
and snacks.

"I see you sprang for the good stuff," James said sarcastically.

"Hey, my dad keeps that under lock and key. This stuff he keeps by the
backdoor with his work boots and the pooper scooper."

Weston also brought over some old lacrosse movie to watch called `A
Warriors Heart.' Normally the movie would not have interested James, and he
would have spent the evening surfing his phone, but Kellen Lutz played the
main character, Connor Sullivan. Lutz had enough scenes shirtless or
wearing a wife beater that James actually watched. The plot of the story, a
high school kid dealing with the death of his father, hit close to home,
and several times James had to fight back a tear as he thought about losing
his own father.

As the night went on, the beer began to weaken the boys' inhibitions and
the topic turned to sex. As James suspected, Lance had the least sexual
experience and was very interested in what the other guys had done,
including James and Brock. James wondered if Lance was as straight as he
presented himself to be. Kip and Weston were both definitely straight,
although James suspected that in a drought Weston would gladly receive a
good blow job from a gay guy. Even at the end of November, the cottage
could get pretty warm with five horny teenage boys throwing off body heat,
and Weston was the first to strip to his underwear.

When it came to pure muscle mass, Weston was the beast and it was hard to
believe he was just 18 years old. His pecs overhung his abs like the eaves
of a house, and his legs were the size of tree trunks.

Though not as built as Weston, Brock and Kip were muscular and
athletic. Lance was much more the typical high school jock. Good looking
and fit, but still a boy in a room of men. Then there was James. Among
these guys he felt like he was still a freshman. Normally, James wouldn't
care about not being an athletic person, but for some reason he was a bit
jealous of the other guys. He thought maybe it was the fact that since he
was now working out, he realized the amount of work and dedication it took
to look like that. They weren't just handed those bodies, they earned them,
and that inspired James. James had always been conscious of his privilege,
which was why getting into an elite school without the help of his family
name was so important to him. Now, swimming he realized was much the
same. If he did well it was because he achieved it -- he would own it --
and the same would be true if he didn't do well.

"Earth to Spangler," Weston said breaking into James' thoughts, "Is it time
to swim?"

"Did you guys bring suits?"

"Oops, I knew there was something I forgot to tell these two?" Weston
said. "But we're all men, well except maybe Brockie Boy."

"Hey," Brock said and tackled Weston.

"Okay, okay! We can go to the pool. Just don't wreck the cottage, Jeez."

When they got to the pool, James gave them a quick tour of the gym and
pool, then Weston stripped off and jumped in the pool. Kip and Brock were
quick to follow, however Lance hesitated.

"Hey, are you okay with this?" James asked Lance.

"Can we talk?"

"Of course," James said and the two sat down at one of the poolside tables.

"Neither Lance or James said anything for a good five minutes and the two
just watched the three muscle boys compete for dominance. Finally, Lance
asked, "How did you know you were gay?"

"I guess I always knew, but I had a friend who really helped me come to
terms with that truth." James then told Lance about Rex.

"Fuck, I need an au pair."

James laughed and said, "I don't think clarifying a young boy's sexuality
is part of the standard au pair job description."

"Well, that's what we should have. Sex au pairs to help us figure it out."

"So what is this all about?"

"I think I might be bi-sexual."

"I don't mean to pry, but what makes you think so?"

"Well, to start with, I don't really like girls. Well, I do like them. I
like fucking them. It feels good, really good. However, as soon as we're
done, I just want them to leave, so I can go hang out with the guys."

"So have you done anything with a guy?" James asked as delicately as he
could.

"Sort of. You know Tommy Inouye?"

"Yeah, he's a wrestler and I work with him in the library," James said.

Tommy Inouye's father was Japanese, and his mother was Canadian. They both
worked at the United Nations. Because both of them traveled as part of
their duties, they put Tommy and his brother in a boarding school. Tommy
was a senior and Grant was a sophomore. They both had Japanese first names,
but at school they used their `English' names. Tommy wrestled at 152 and
was 5'9" tall. His body was sinewy and flexible. Both Inouye boys had
refined features and eyes that seemed to be able to stare into a person's
soul. They might have seemed sinister, if not for lips that easily curled
into a smile.

"Well," Lance said, "Tommy and I have done some stuff...you know, kissing,
massages...hand jobs."

"I see."

"He wants to go farther, but I don't know... That's not true, I do know. I
do want to go farther, but it's scary."

"That I can relate to. If it hadn't been for stuff earlier in the year, I
am pretty sure I wouldn't be out, and I certainly wouldn't be with Brock."

"I'm sure this seems messed up to you. After my big homophobic shit earlier
in the year I can't believe I'm asking you for help being gay."

James laughed and said, "The irony isn't lost, but I understand, and I
don't hold anything against you. I am so glad we have become friends."

"Me too." Lance said with a smile.

"How about we continue this conversation later. If we don't get into the
pool, the Three Stooges are going to wonder what's up."

Lance and James both stripped off their underwear and jumped into the
pool. As they did, James took the opportunity to check out Lance and noted
that if he and Tommy did finally get together, Tommy would certainly be a
lucky boy.

They hadn't been swimming for long when Gill walked in, then said, "Oh
sorry, James. The alarm went off at the house, and I came over to see what
was up. I'll be going."

"Hey Gill, why don't you stay and swim with us?"

"I don't know if that's such a good idea," Gill said.

"Come on. We're all 18, well except for me, and I'm an adult," James said.

Gill thought for a minute more, then stripped off his clothes and jumped
in. James did introductions. "This is Gill. He was like my cool big brother
when I was growing up here on the estate. Of course, Gill, you know my
boyfriend, Brock, and these are my Mill Brook brothers Kip, Weston, and
Lance."

"Hey" Weston said, "Now that we have six, we can play water volleyball."
The teams were James, Brock, and Gill against Weston, Kip, and Lance. In
the end, Weston, Kip, and Lance won five games to four. "I'm sorry," James
said to Gill and Brock. "You guys got stuck with a handicap."

Brock gave James a hug and a kiss, and said, "Don't go there babe. We
played a good game but came up short. That happens and it's nobody's
fault."

Gill smiled and said, "You two were so made for each other. However, I need
to get back to my place and get some sleep. I'm headed to Maine with a
couple buddies in the morning. The ski conditions are still less than
ideal, but they're making snow and we've decided to give it a try. I'll see
you at Christmas."

As Gill hoisted his body out of the pool, James couldn't help but admire
Gill's manly body, built not by hours in the gym, but by physical labor and
outdoor activities like skiing and hiking."

Eventually, the boys decided to call it a night as well, and they headed
back to the cottage. Weston claimed the single, and Kip and Lance took the
guest bedroom with the queen. James and Brock were in the master bedroom,
which at first seemed a bit strange for James, since it had always been his
grandparents' room. However, when Brock jumped naked into bed, and James
quickly joined him, any ghosts hanging around the room decided to leave and
give the boys some privacy.

The next morning, James was up early as usual and was being the good host
and making breakfast. Well, not really making breakfast, he'd called
Grubhub and ordered a variety of Dunkin' sandwiches, bagels, and donuts to
be delivered. He did make coffee, and soon its aroma attracted Kip.

"Damn," Kip said looking at all the food, "Did you just buy the Dunkin'?"

James laughed, "I had to make sure there would still be food when Brock
finally drags his ass out of bed."

"Yeah, I remember, he likes to sleep in. I don't know how many times I had
to get his sorry ass out of bed so he would make it to his first class. He
could sleep through his alarm, and what was crazy was he would set it to
get up early in some delusion that he would actually wake up. I started
keeping a water pistol on my nightstand so I could just shoot him from
across the room, so he would turn it off."

"He is a heavy sleeper. Oh, and after the second morning of that alarm
going off and him not getting up, I threw his alarm in the trash."

"I bet you have something more effective than a water gun to wake him up,"
Kip said with a wink, and James coughed and spit out some of his coffee.

"Fuck" James said, while Kip laughed his head off.

When James had recovered, he asked, "So you were so cool when Brock came
out, were you always like that? Accepting of gay people?"

"My parents both work for very progressive companies, and my mother is in
H.R. They made it a point to tell me and my brother and sister not to judge
people strictly by who they are, but what they do. I haven't always done
that, but I understand why that is important. Also, I guess it helps that I
knew Brock before he was gay, well before he was out as gay. He was my
buddy, and I knew his heart."

"So, did you suspect he was gay before he told you?"

"Sure, there were times I caught him checking out guys, sometimes me, but I
just wrote it off as teenage curiosity. I also knew his reputation with
girls was a bunch of hype. So, I guess I wasn't surprised, but I didn't
know for sure. Of course, once you've had one gay roommate, it's much
easier to pick up the signs that your current roommate is also gay."

"Lance has told you he's gay?"

"No, but I'm betting he told you last night."

"Why do you say that?"

"I saw you and him having a pretty serious chat last night, then when he
crawled into bed he seemed different. It was like he was comfortable with
himself. Ever since we moved in together, he's been uptight, like he's
always on his guard. Last night, he relaxed."

"So, what are you going to do?" James asked.

"I'll let him tell me when he's ready. We have four and a half years as
roommates for him to feel comfortable telling me his truth. Then, when he's
finally ready to come out, I will have his back, just like I have Brock's
and yours."

There was a sound in the hallway, and James and Brock looked toward the
kitchen door. A red-eyed, emotional Lance walked in. He'd obviously
overheard the conversation and was deeply affected. "Come here roomy," Kip
said and put an arm around Lance's shoulders and just let him release
everything he had bottled up inside.

When Brock and Weston finally woke up and joined the guys in the kitchen
nook for breakfast, Lance had regained control of his emotions and only a
little redness in his eyes betrayed that he'd been crying.

After Brock and Weston grabbed some food and coffee and sat down at the
table, Lance said, "I need to say something... shit, this is so hard to say
out loud...but I'm bi...leaning toward gay."

There was a moment of silence, then Weston looked at Kip and said, "They've
got us out numbered."

"What makes you so sure I'm playing for your team?" Kip said.

The table broke into laughter, and the ice was broken, because if there was
one last heterosexual left on the Mill Brook campus, it would be Kip
Sanders.

"Just so we're clear Lance Rush, James already has a dumb jock boyfriend."

James gave Lance a wink, then said to Brock, "You don't have anything to
worry about."


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