Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2023 23:24:31 -0600
From: William Marshal <williammarshal5301@gmail.com>
Subject: Exposed 21

Exposed: Chapter 21

After breakfast, it was off to the gym. The guys had seen it the night
before, but with the morning light streaming through the oculus it was
something special. Soon the gym was full of sweaty, shirtless, teen jock
demigods. Normally James would be hard as a rock, but he was too focused on
trying to impress his friends with the transition from skinny nerd to
emerging swim jock.

Kip was James' workout partner', and after James finished a brutal set of
dumbbell presses, Kip said, "Damn dude, I can't believe how swole you've
gotten in such a short time."

"Well, when you start from nothing..."

"Nah man, don't minimize what you've accomplished. You should be proud of
what you've done."

James smiled and said, "Thanks."

After working out, the guys hit the sauna and then the showers. James noted
the difference in shower cultures. In the morning, the dorm showers were
full of sleepy boys reluctantly getting ready for the day. The
communication was limited to grunts, curses, and requests to borrow shaving
cream or toothpaste. In the P.E. showers, it was a quick rinse while trying
to avoid eye contact or attracting the attention of the class bullies.

However, jocks had completely different shower rules. They joked, teased,
clowned, and showed off. It was like watching young chimps at the zoo
playing. Of course, just like for young chimps, the play was establishing
the relationships and hierarchy that would shape their adult lives. James
smiled, these were his friends and they accepted him, but he would never
really be a jock event if he were an athlete. Being a jock was a culture, a
lifestyle, and it wasn't how he'd been socialized.

Brock leaned over from his shower and asked James what he was
thinking. Deciding it wasn't the best time to say he was contemplating the
similarities of jocks and adolescent chimps, James said so only Brock could
hear, "I was thinking about how good it will feel when you slide your cock
in my ass tonight."

"Fuck, don't say shit like that now, you'll make me hard and these guys
will never let me forget it."

Suddenly a wicked idea came to James and he said, "Well, we can't have
that," and he reached over and turned off Brock's hot water.

"Aaaaah!"  Brock yelled, "You will pay for that, Spangler!"



James laughed and ran for the door. However, Brock caught him and the
payback began. In the time they'd been together Brock had learned all of
James' most ticklish spots. Now he employed his secret knowledge and
reduced James to a giggling little boy.

"Not fair," James said, trying to act pouty, but all he had to do was flash
his goofy smile and James couldn't resist giving him a kiss.

"That's sweet and all," Weston said, "but none of the rest of us got any
pussy or ass here. So cut it out, cuz, that's like showing a starving man
an Applebee's commercial."

James and Brock laughed, then James said it was time for the boys to head
back into Manhattan. The night before, James had called Betty to give her a
heads up that Weston, Lance, and Kip would be spending Saturday night at
the apartment. He also said he'd take the boys out to eat, so she wouldn't
feel obligated to cook for them.

"Not on your life, kiddo," she said. "Do you know how long it's been since
I've gotten to cook for five health young men. You're not snatching this
opportunity away from me. Besides, I need to get back in practice for when
you're living here next year."

James knew better than to argue with her and said they would be there
around one o'clock for lunch.

When they arrived, from what James could tell, Betty had gotten up early
and started cooking. For lunch Betty had made a Mexican buffet with
enchiladas, rice, beans, nachos, and a build your own taco bar. However,
the highlight of the meal was the Tres Leches Pastel and Mexican Brownies
she made for dessert. James found a couple of six packs of Modelo Especial
and it was a fiesta.

After lunch, James gave the guys a tour of the apartment and they were
truly impressed. "Fuck Spangler," Kip said, "This is amazing. You have some
sweet digs. Next year you and the horndog here will be living it up at the
Ritz Spangler, and Lance and I will be slumming it in the UMass dorms."

"Oh, cry me a river," Weston said. "I will be sharing a very small room
with two other plebes. I haven't gone more than three days without rubbing
one out since I was 13."

The guys all laughed, and Kip said, "I'm sure you'll figure it out. You've
had seven years at Mill Brook to learn the art of stealth wanking, so you
already have a head start on most of your peers. Hell, they'll probably
cover that as part of your basic training, because I'm sure they don't send
men to sea for a year without some kind of stress relief."

Brock jumped in, "Hey your dad went to the Academy maybe he can give you
some tips and tell you where you can find a private place on campus to take
care of `Whittle Weston'."

"You two are funny, NOT!" Weston said.

The guys couldn't stop laughing and giving Weston suggestions of how to
solve his `problem.'

The five spent most of the afternoon playing games in the rec room or
watching college football in the media room. They had a great time just
chilling together.

At six, Betty called for James to come to the kitchen. Supper was going to
be steaks and she needed help on the grill. James came down and so did
Brock.

"Do you know how all your friends like their steak?" Betty asked.

"Yeah, everyone likes them medium rare, except for Lance who is more
medium."

"Good, I like mine medium as well," Betty said. "Do you remember how I
taught you to cook a steak?"

"Yes, ma'am."

James was very good when it came to cooking anything on a grill. It was one
of the few of his talents that his father would openly praise, and James
often thought in another life he must have owned a steakhouse or a butcher
shop.

As always, the meal was spectacular, and Betty said she looked forward to
feeding James' friends when he was finally living in New York
permanently. That got James wondering about how long Betty could continue
to do what she did. He decided he needed to talk to his mother and aunt
about getting Betty some help. He knew she would say she didn't need help,
but she needed time for herself and to travel to see her family. Betty
would just have to put up with being pampered a bit.

After supper James decided it was time for a James Bond double feature. It
started with the classic Sean Connery `Goldfinger' followed by `Skyfall'
with Daniel Craig playing Bond. It was a great evening, but a long
one. James reminded everyone that the car to take them to the stadium would
be arriving at 9:30 in the morning, and Betty would have breakfast ready at
eight.

After his announcement, James headed off to his bedroom and Brock wasn't
far behind.

"Did the guys go to bed?" James asked.

"They probably will soon. They know the way to their beds. I thought I'd
see if you are too tired for a little fun."

"Silly boy, asking me if I'm too tired to fuck is like asking an alcoholic
if he's too drunk for another beer. Now get out of those clothes and show
my ass what you got."

It was clear from his reference and tone that James wasn't wanting tender
romantic love making, he wanted wild, raw, man sex, and Brock
delivered. After they were both sexually sated, it was time for
tenderness. James rolled onto his side and Brock spooned in behind him and
wrapped a strong jock arm protectively around James. They were soon asleep.


The next morning James was up early to help Betty with breakfast. While
they worked, James suggested she might need help with the cooking and
cleaning, after all, she was now a staff of one., At first, she was upset,
but as they talked, she realized James was suggesting additional staff out
of love for her. He explained that he didn't want to wear her out, but
instead wanted to make her job easier by taking away the tiring and hard
parts, so she could focus on the things she liked to do best. When he
finally had her on board, he said he would bring it up with his mother and
aunt, and they would discuss it at Christmas.

"I guess, I have always been afraid you'd put old Betty out to pasture,"
she said.

James hugged her and said, "Not a chance of that happening. I would be lost
without my Betty, and Mom and Sydney would be in worse shape."

After his recent meeting with the Pierce International people, James had
asked Axella if her department could arrange for something special for the
guys, their fathers, and Shane and his fiancé to do before the
politicians arrived for the football game.

"Not a problem," she said. "The Giants organization owes the company a few
favors."

When James and the gang arrived, they were greeted by one of the Giant's
V-Ps. "Good morning," he said, "My name if Terrance Rice. I am
Vice-President of Corporate Partner Relations. Pierce International is one
of our best corporate partners and is very instrumental in our Inner-city
Youth Outreach Initiative. James was actually surprised to find out about
the company's involvement in the program, and thought to himself, "One more
item to add to the list of things to discuss with Dad." James was equally
surprised that he just thought of J.P. Sr. as `Dad.'

What Rice had arranged was for field access during warmups and the
opportunity to meet some of the players. The guys were over the top with
excitement, especially Weston's father. However, that wasn't even close to
what came next. Rice next took them up to meet the Team President, when
they walked into his suite, they were greeted by Eli Manning. Manning had
retired after the 2019-2020 season and was soon to be added to the Giants'
Ring of Honor. He was also in talks with the team about a role in the front
office.

The meeting wasn't long, but it would easily be the highlight of the day
for many in the group. While the guys were shaking hands with Eli, the
Giant's President made it a point of singling out James and congratulating
him on his new role at Pierce International, then added, "I hope we can
count on a continuing partnership with Pierce International."

James smiled and said, "Absolutely, I think associating with sports is good
for our image," he said, as he watched Brock shake Eli's hand.

The politicians and their spouses arrived an hour before kick-off, and
immediately headed to shake James' hand and then to the free food and
liquor. The only one who stood a bit aloof was Kathy Howard, the
Lt. Governor of New York. Gov. Anthony Totti was embroiled in a sexual
harassment scandal and at the last minute sent Howard in his stead.

At one point during the second quarter, she worked her way next to James
and noted that he was wearing a Columbia University pullover rather than
Giants or Patriots gear. She remarked, "Are you remaining neutral, or just
keeping your political options open?"

James laughed, and asked, "Is there a difference?"

"Of course," she said. "Neutrality is a conscious decision to not pick a
side. On the other hand, keeping your political options open means you
won't pick a side until you are certain which is the winning side."

"I see," James said, "I think if you ask my friends, they will tell you I
rarely pick a side because it's the winning side."

"And yet, you seem to be on the winning side an awful lot."

"Well, I suppose that comes with the silver spoon they gave me at birth,"
James said.

"That certainly is a part of it, but that Columbia pullover indicates you
have more than just a rich family. You have brains, and from what I've
observed and heard, uncanny instincts."

James smiled and said, "Lt. Governor if you are blowing smoke up my ass for
a campaign donation, I've already given at the office."

Now it was Howard's turn to laugh, "No, I'm just trying to find out whether
you'll be a friend or foe."

"Probably neither and both," James said. "My views, particularly in regard
to social issues, are generally pretty progressive. You probably already
know I'm gay. However, I have a company to run and a family to protect. I
didn't ask for that job, and still don't know if I want it, but I do know
that I will do it....Shit, I can't believe I just said that. I'm sorry
Ms. Howard; I didn't intend to come off so irritable and hostile. What can
I do to make it up to you."

The Lt. Governor touched James' shoulder in a reassuring way only someone
who is a mother can, and then said, "Hey don't give it another
thought. Sometimes the pressure gets to us all and we end up just having to
let it go. However, while you're feeling guilty, I do have a request. I'm
in charge of filling the seats of a new public-private Partnership for
Culture and the Arts. Of course, I WILL get around to asking you for money,
but now I'm wondering whether you know anyone that should be considered for
the partnership's board. I tried to get either your mother or your aunt,
but at the time they said they were too busy at the company, I now
understand what they were talking about."

James thought for a minute then said, "Mr. Gregg, the librarian at my
school. He is one of the smartest, well-read people I know when it comes to
the arts. He spent some time on Broadway, he is cultured and very
opinionated. Plus, if he is on the board, you can count on the full support
of me, my mother and aunt, and Pierce International."

The Lt. Governor was stunned, but said, "I will see that Mr. Gregg gets
consideration for the Board."

Most of the people in the room were too busy watching the game to notice
that James and Howard were even talking let alone listening in on their
conversation. The exception was Shane, he was getting a beer when he
overheard James declare he had a `company to run and a family to protect.'
It was the first time James had so clearly articulated his acceptance of
his new role, and Shane had to give a mental fist pump.

Toward the end of the third quarter Issa Jackson finally struck up a
conversation with James. "I'm impressed," he said. "I have Ivy League
graduates working for me that can't work a room as well as you have
today. You are going to be quite an asset to Pierce International."

"Thank you sir," James said, "Although there is a big difference between
inheriting and being self-made, like you."

Issa smiled and said, "No one is self-made. We all had events and people
that made us who we are. My parents, especially my father, and the
U.S. Navy made me."

"So, Weston has told me about his brother, Marcus. He sounds like quite the
character. I would like to meet him sometime."

"Oh, you and he are very much alike: smart asses who won't take shit from
anyone. I'm sure you two will hit it off very well."

James laughed.

"Well," Issa said, "I need to go watch the rest of the game. I just wanted
to make sure we had a little time to chat. I'm sure we'll be crossing
paths, maybe even swords, in the future."

After Issa returned to the game, Weston came over and said; "I think you've
impressed my father."

"Why do you say that?"

"He never pulls himself away from a game unless it's important. You're
obviously important. Oh, and at Christmas I have been instructed to be sure
you meet Marcus. Dad thinks watching you two interact will be
entertaining."

"Why do I feel like a poorly trained gladiator about to enter the
Colosseum?"

Weston laughed and said, "Now you know how I feel at every family dinner."

The Giants ended up winning the game, but James didn't really care. What
mattered was that his friends had a good time, and he didn't do anything to
embarrass himself or the company.

After the game, Axella had arranged cars to take everyone back to their
homes or hotels. Most importantly, James and Brock finally got some much
needed alone time.

When they got back to the apartment, James filled the bathtub, turned out
the lights near the tub, and he and Brock slipped into the warm
water. James gently touched every part of his boyfriend's body. James loved
the feel of Brock's hard muscular body and exploring it was one of his
favorite pastimes.

James was fascinated with how Brock's body was changing. Every day, he
became less boy, and more man. At the beginning of the semester Brock's
chest was mostly smooth, but now a patch of hair was beginning to grow in
the cleft created by his pecs. James thought it was sexy and liked running
his fingers through it. In addition to the chest hair, Brock's facial hair
was also changing from peach fuzz to an actual beard.

James was also changing; however, compared to Brock he was still a boy, but
the swimming and gym workouts were having an impact. And, as much as he
hated to admit it, every time Brock complimented him on his progress James'
chest filled with pride.

James began sucking on Brock's nipples. James knew how to arouse Brock and
it wasn't long before they both had raging hard-ons. James kissed Brock and
asked, "Are you horny."

Brock just moaned. James gently but firmly took hold of Brock's cock and
said, "I think this needs some attention." James signaled for Brock to sit
on the edge of the tub and spread his legs. Brock's legs were also sporting
more hair and James noticed how much darker and exotic it made his thighs
and crotch look. James was convinced that somewhere in Brock's ancestry was
someone of Italian or Spanish descent.

Eventually, James began to kiss and caress Brock's manhood. Looking back on
it, James couldn't believe how much he and Brock both made of the size
difference in their penises. Of course, James knew that making Brock
insecure about his penis was a way to gain some kind of dominance in the
beginning of their relationship, but now he knew that was immature and
stupid. Besides, he thought Brock's cock was perfect.

It wasn't long before James had moved from kissing and caressing, to
licking, and then to deep-throating Brock. While serving Brock's dick and
balls, James also began fondling his glutes and fingering his asshole.
James also rubbed his ass cheeks, both of which were now dusted with a
covering of hair.

"So babe, do you want top or bottom?" James asked, as if he didn't already
know the answer. Brock's eyes were in a `fuck me' daze and James knew his
man needed to be bred. But first, James was going to tongue fuck him to the
edge of insanity. James knew just how much Brock liked to be rimmed and
gave his hole long, wet French kisses. When he was finished, it wouldn't
take much lube for James to push into his lover.

When James did finally enter, there was only a momentary wince, then
Brock's face glowed with pleasure and lust. With each thrust of his cock,
James sensed Brock getting closer and closer. Finally, Brock grabbed the
sheet above his head and James knew Brock would soon be painting his torso
with stripes of creamy white cum.

When Brock raised his arms, he also exposed his pits. The sight was erotic,
but the aroma wasn't the essence of sexuality, and James was unprepared for
the impact it would have. Instantly, and without warning, James was
cumming.

"AAAUUUHH!" James yelled as he deposited what seemed like a gallon of heavy
man cream in Bock's hot ass.

Both boys had an incredibly intense orgasm, and when it was over neither
could form a coherent sentence for a few minutes. Finally, James kissed
Brock then rolled off him and onto the bed.

Eventually, Brock said, "Thank you, that was...."


James put a finger to Brock's lips, and said, "Yes, it was...."

After a quick cleanup, they soon made themselves comfortable in each
other's arms and fell asleep.

Monday morning, the boys got one last chance until Christmas break to sleep
in and have a Betty breakfast. Classes did not resume at Mill Brook until
Tuesday so students had time to travel back after the holiday. James and
Brock would have very little academic work to do the rest of the semester
except study for finals, since all of the major projects were due the
Monday before the Thanksgiving break. However, the one thing that did have
James a bit worked up was that Friday was the first swim meet of the year:
The Saint Andrews Prep Invitational.

At noon Brock and James finally decided they had to head back and loaded up
Brock's car and started back to Mill Brook. It was a four-hour trip and the
swim coach had scheduled a 7 p.m. practice to get ready for time trials on
Tuesday. James didn't have any doubt he would be the number one swimmer for
Mill Brook in the 500-yard Freestyle. No one on the team was even close to
his times; however, if he wanted to make the 400-yard relay, he would have
to beat out several other swimmers.

Betty gave James and Brock each a big hug and then handed them bags of
Christmas cookies and candy. Fortunately, they would have plenty of dorm
mates to share them with when they got back to school.

When they finally got underway, James was quiet as he thought about all
that had happened since that start of school. After a bit Brock reached
over and took hold of his hand, smiled, and said, "Ho, Ho, Ho."

James smiled, and said, "Ho, Ho, Ho to you as well."




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