Date: Mon, 29 Jun 2020 16:32:59 +0000 From: perseuswrites Subject: The Glory Days - Chapter 6 This chapter has been one of my favourites to write as it is a new perspective to write in and the first that isn't from the perspective of Jake or his Dads. I hope you enjoy it. I enjoy hearing from readers and will try and respond as soon as I can. It is a joy to know if you're loving it but also to get constructive criticism. In these times Nifty continues to be an amazing source for great stories and fun. Finally, I know it can be difficult and not all of you can, but if you are able to do so, please donate to Nifty. It is a wonderful, dedicated source of so much literature. In these times, we may be turning to this resource so much more. Please consider donating. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html - Perseus (@PerseusWrites on Twitter) *** While I sat in the back of the Uber my leg wouldn't stop twitching. I've never been this nervous even though I know I really have no need to worry. I was on my way to Jake's house and it was the first time I've paid a visit since I fooled round with his Dads three weeks ago. I hadn't told Jake. How do you bring that up to your best friend? We talk about sex all the time and tell each other our stories and whatever, like good friends do. We never usually keep secrets from each other either. Everything is usually on the table and having that sort of your support from your mate is hard to come by. It's got us through some hard times. I don't want to ruin that. The early September sun wasn't helping. It was making me drowsy which distracted me from my nerves, I guess, but I needed to focus right now. I'm never good at that at the best of times. I was going to Jake's to housesit for a couple of weeks. He and his Dads were off on another holiday. Jake was taking a gap year to travel and explore the world with his Dads. Lucky cunt! I still hadn't decided what I wanted to do yet. I just knew I didn't want to keep on doing more school. I was never good at that. I'm the first to admit my attention span is basically zero and my mind moves a mile a minute. I'm more of a 'learn by doing' sort of guy. Exams, reading textbooks, writing essays... it was never going to happen. I'm capable, sure, I just need the right opportunity and setting. The Uber pulled up onto the road which their house was on and it pulled me back to reality. Their house was so fucking big and they barely had any neighbours. I've done this journey plenty of times and I knew I had five minutes to figure things out in my head before I was knocking on that door. I don't think things would be awkward. His Dads are so chilled. And would Jake even be overly bothered? I'm sure he knows I like his Dads. There's just that doubt in the back of my mind though, holding me back. That anxiety creeping in. Anxiety. The one secret I have kept from Jake. My one bit of shame. Everyone assumes I'm this happy kid, always bouncing off the walls. I don't want to disappoint and not live up to everyone's expectations of me. A lot of the time the way I present is exactly as I am and exactly how I feel. I am a bouncy sort of guy. Sometimes it's an act though. A fa‡ade to mask some of the shit I deal with. I popped a pill to calm the nerves. Nothing illegal, just the prescribed medication for my anxiety. The drive had pulled up in front of the house and I fumbled with my suitcase as I scrambled up to their front door. The moment of truth. "Nicky!" The door had swept open before I even knocked it and Jake swept me up into a hug. "Jake!" "I can't believe I haven't seen you since my birthday," he said, his hands gripping my arms and holding me at arm's length, taking me all in. We are used to having gaps in seeing each other but it felt so good to finally be here with him. That anxiety was already melting away. "Let's make the most of tonight then seeing as you're ditching me for two weeks," I said, teasing him. "I can't wait, it is gonna be so fun," he replied with tangible excitement as he grabbed my suitcase and led me up to his room. He was rambling on about the plans, the villa, the private beaches. He got like this when he was happy about something. Like me. Not pausing for air or thought. I was struggling to keep up until I heard him say something about how long its been since his last holiday. What?! He went to Italy in March! That's one thing I have to say about Jake. He can be a bit thoughtless. Not in a horrible way or with any ill intentions. He's a gentle soul. Every night I sleepover he says goodnight with a kiss on my forehead, like a protective big brother. Its just... we aren't all as rich as Jake. I appreciate that he's never treated me differently. His Dads have done a good job keeping him grounded. But I genuinely can't remember the last time I left the country. I think it was with school when we all went to the Netherlands in the final grade of First School. That was a good trip. I remember me and Jake sneaking into Mr Clarkson's room one night and... well... that's another story and all Jake's fault as I remember it! Anyway, focus Nicky. I just mean here is Jake complaining about not having had a holiday for 6 months and here's me getting the privilege of housesitting. It's not his fault. Sometimes he can live in a bit of a bubble and every single one of his friends he has known for a lifetime so I imagine he's just used to us and doesn't really see money as a barrier. We all went to the same school after all. And I'm sure if I approached him on it, he would probably be like 'But Nicky, I don't see you as my poor friend, you're just Nicky' which is fine. Sometimes, though, you do have to see me as your poor friend Nicky. Not as a negative, just as a way of acknowledging that we don't go through life the same way! Now I'm the one rambling. "Are you still with me Nicky?" Jake asked bringing me back down to Earth. "Sorry," I said with a cheeky grin. "Started to drift there!" "Where did I lose you?" he said with a chuckle. This happens a lot. "I'm not really sure," I said honestly. "Hey, where are your Dads?" "They're just doing some last-minute shopping. They should be back soon. Actually, do you need anything while you're staying here? They'll get you anything you need if you give them a call." "I think I've got everything. The only thing I didn't bring was lube," I said half-joking. This isn't the first time I've housesat and I've had one or two Grindr hook ups over before. Jake knows, I've told him about them during our sleepovers before. In graphic detail as always! Who knows, maybe I might get lucky this time around too. "I've got plenty, you know where I keep it," he said smiling. "I hope I get some good stories when we get back from Spain." "Right back at you!" *** Eddie and Damon had got back about an hour after I arrived and made a gorgeous dinner for us all. We cracked open some beers and talked for what seemed like hours. I don't even know what I was so worried about. It was like nothing had changed. They both made me feel so at home and at ease. I began to question why I ever expected it to be any different. I guess out of all of the guys I've hooked up with so far, I've never really had to go back to the scene of the crime. I was never really ever more than a one-time fling. Maybe that's what was muddling my brain and why I had to come up with all these scenarios of how it was going to go down to prepare myself for the worst. And I always think the worst. You would think from experience I would know that the worst is very rarely the outcome. I became a bit overwhelmed and quiet as I thought about it all. "You ok there, bud?" Eddie asked, cutting through the conversation. Jake and Damon stopped their conversation and I looked up to see three concerned faces staring back at me and I couldn't help but break into a smile. It was reassuring to know that I had people watching my back and looking out for me. "Yeah, all good, promise! Just got a lot on my mind. Don't know why," I said. "Hey, how's your mum getting on, Nicky?" Damon asked. She had been quite ill recently but was finally getting back on her feet. Before she got sick, she had been holding down two jobs. My dad left when I was young and she's done her best to keep us both going. I think that might be one of the reasons I want to skip university and get straight to working. Start earning some cash and helping her out, finally repaying her for everything she gave up for me. "She's getting there. She's actually looking forward to having the house to herself for a bit. I'm not that annoying, right guys?" They all broke into a chuckle. "Why do you think we only invite you round when we are fleeing the country?" Eddie said in his deadpan delivery. If you didn't know him you would think he was trying to hurt my feelings. I knew better and laughed along with the rest of them. "Good point! Maybe next time you'll invite me and I'll get to bother you all in a whole new country," I said, still laughing and trying to keep the joke going. But the chuckling stopped and a weird silence fell. A tension rose. I don't know why but I could feel it and I didn't like it. What did I say?! "I need a huge piss," I said trying to ease it a little but mainly to remove myself from it for a bit. I walked over to their downstairs bathroom that was just next to the conservatory we were sitting in. I pissed, I flushed, I washed. And then I just stood there, looking at my reflection in the small porthole window. What did I do? I heard a comically loud whisper. Like a stage whisper. I don't think it was intentional but it did make me want to laugh. I instantly recognised it was Eddie and his deep voice must be hard to keep hushed. "I guess it just never entered my mind," I heard him say. "Same, dad," Jake responded. "I guess... you know what I'm like on holiday. I don't make friends out there for the sake of a holiday. I love spending it all with you guys so I've never really thought about needing a friend. Maybe we should invite him?" Oh, God! That's not what I was trying to get at. I thought it was just banter! I wasn't trying to get a holiday out of them. "Its too late now, but we definitely should next time," I heard Damon say. "Let's not mention it right now, we don't want the kid to feel like we're pitying him." "We aren't pitying him!" Eddie said, not even bothering to whisper now. "I don't want him to feel like we don't think about him, though, he's like a brother to Jake. This should have clicked way sooner. Why were we so oblivious? Maybe I want to do this for us more than Nicky." "I know, I know," Damon said, "But right now is not the right time. Let's drop it casually when we see him after we get back." "Yeah, I think that's a good idea, dad," Jake said. "More like a 'it would have been more fun with you there' kind of thing rather than it feeling like charity." Charity. Ouch. I know where Jake was coming from but it genuinely hadn't entered my head until he said it. Whatever. I put it out of my head and re-joined the group. The conversation moved on and the tension was lifted pretty quickly. They have a knack for that. Then again, I'm pretty sure they're the ones that put the tension there in the first place! The night was drawing in and I was getting tired. Jake and I retired to his bedroom and left his Dads on the couch watching some cheesy rom-com. I undressed down into my briefs and climbed into 'my side' of Jake's bed and he did the same. I turned to him so we could do our usual late-night chat. Our debrief. Sometimes a literal debrief. If we got talking about our hook-ups it wasn't unusual for us to 'bash it out'. Not touching each other. That would be weird! Just a good old-fashioned mutual wank. "Hey," he said with a smile, his head resting against the pillow. "Hey," I responded with a smirk. "I can't believe this is the first chance we've had to properly catch up since my birthday party! Feels like forever ago now." We text a lot but never usually went into specifics when it came to hook-ups. We saved that for nights like these. I'm sure it is where the conversation was going tonight. In fact, I had every intention of taking the conversation there. "So... what happened with you and Mr. Clarkson?" I asked, genuinely curious. I knew he had been hot for him since forever. "Well, we hooked up!" he said skipping to the ending pretty quickly. "No shit!" I said sarcastically. "When you told me at the club that you were going back to his place, I didn't think you were going to be baking fucking cookies. Really, what happened?" "Ok, ok," he said smirking. "First off, we did stuff before we even left the club. He took me to the toilets and it was a fucking thrill. He has an amazing dick, Nicky, I'm not just saying that, it was amazing." "Wow! What did you get up to in the toilet?" "I couldn't help myself Nicky. He was showing off to me at the urinal and before I knew it I was on my knees sucking his dick. The door was open, any one could have saw us. It made my heart pound and my cock throb. I was totally lost in the moment. All I wanted was his cock and his load." I could see his arm moving. He was clearly stroking his cock under the covers. I moved my hand down my body and into my briefs too. I was rock hard. I slid my briefs down to free my dick and wrapped my hand around it, gently stroking it. "And did you get it?" "Fuck yeah I got it! Huge load!" "Wow, man, I wish I could have seen that, I always thought he could pump a huge load with that dick," I said, remembering what I witnessed in the Netherlands and picking up my pace. "Well... you could see it if you want. I've got it on video," he said with a devilish grin. We've shown each other our nudes before, no big deal, usually to get more critique than anything. But this would be the first time I've seen him in action. I was up for it. "Hell yeah!" Jake reached over and grabbed his phone from his bedside table. A few seconds later I heard the undeniable sounds of thumping music in the background, the general chitter chatter of a club bathroom and moans. He handed me his phone and I saw Mr. Clarkson's cock with Jake's lips wrapped right around them. Wow, Jake had talent. That was a big dick! He must have set it up towards the end of the video because a few seconds later it was shooting a huge load all over Jake's face. It was covered. It was so fucking hot! I bit my bottom lip to stop me from moaning too loud. "Looks even prettier covered in my load, huh?" the voice of Mr. Clarkson said at the end of the video. I must have missed something earlier in the video but it wasn't hard to understand why he said it. Wait, what was that? I dragged the video back a few seconds. "So hot you want seconds, huh?" Jake said, still stroking his cock. I just smiled back. I'm sure at the end as the camera was lifting, I saw... yeah it is... those shoes, those trousers, and the bottom of a shirt just before the video cuts out. That's Eddie! I remember every single detail of what he was wearing that night. I studied him as I always do. I'm almost certain that's him. Fuck! Pre-cum was oozing out the tip of my cock, a new wave of horniness that I've never experienced, never even thought about. Does Jake know? He's part of a really open family so you never know. It could have easily happened by mistake. I could imagine Eddie confessing to Jake over dinner and them all having a big laugh over it. But Jake doesn't seem to have mentioned it. Fuck! "Wow, that was fucking hot! Anyone could have caught you," I said handing back his phone. "I know that's what made it so intense," he said. "So, err, did anyone catch you?" "I don't think so, people walked past and stuff and there's a random guy at the end who looks like he just caught the end. Lucky fucker!" He has no idea. "How was your night, did you get any?" Ok. How do I play this, then? Do I tell him about my night in graphic detail and just not mention his Dads? Do I come clean? I'm so horny right now, I don't want to ruin it. "Jake, can I be honest with you..." "I hope you always are," he said beaming with a glint in his eye. "I... err, I... I had my first threesome," I said, confessing to something that I didn't expect to. I wanted to tell him, I really did. Now wasn't the time, though. "Oh!" he said, slightly surprised. "How did that happen?" "After you told me you were going back to Mr. Clarkson's place, I tried to flirt with a few guys but I wasn't feeling it so I headed out to the car park. You know how it is with the cruisers," I said. Jake nodded. He enjoyed it as much as I did and was cute when it came to the good spots. "So, I come across these two older guys, we get to talking and they invite me back to their place," I said, carefully wording my retelling. All the details were true. I was just leaving out a key bit of information. "As soon we got back we couldn't keep our hands each other. The older of them pounded me so deep, Jake, it felt so fucking good. The other was feeding me his dick, it was like I was making out with his cock. I would do it again in a heartbeat." "That sounds so fucking hot," Jake said through a moan. "Where did they cum?" I felt a bit guilty telling Jake the gory details about his Dads. I couldn't stop though, reliving it in my head all over again was heaven. "The guy fucking me filled my hole with so much cum. Such a huge load." Jake moaned and started grinding his hips into his fist. Fuck, he was getting into this! "So hot. What about the other, did you get a nice big facial too?" "Oh no," I said, "He squirted every last bit of his cum right down my throat." "Oh fuck," Jake moaned out. I could tell he was close. "Did it taste good?" "The best cum I've ever tasted. I'm just gutted they didn't swap over so I could taste the other guy's hot cum too." That was all Jake needed to hear. He threw back the covers, rolled onto his back and unleashed. The first shot of cum hit his chin, the rest covering his toned, smooth chest. "Fuck, man!" I said as he panted, eyes closed. "I better get cleaned up," he said climbing out of bed and heading to his bathroom. I lay there playing with my still hard cock but I knew I wasn't going to cum just from a wank. As hot as it was. One of the side effects of my medication is that sometimes I can't quite make it past the finish line. Not with just my hand at least. It didn't affect me all the time, but tonight was one of those nights. The alcohol probably didn't help either. "Jake, I'm gonna go grab some water. Do you need anything?" "I'm good," he said, poking his head out of his bathroom door. "Did you cum?" "Oh, yeah," I said climbing out of bed, my briefs now back on properly. I picked up my discarded shirt and threw it into the empty hamper. "Came in my shirt. Saves on clean up!" Jake smiled and went back into his bathroom and heard his shower turn on. I crept down the stairs, not sure if Damon and Eddie were still awake. I walked into the lounge and saw Eddie in his underwear. His thick thighs spread out as he sat on the sofa watching TV. His bulge proudly on display. "Hey Nicky," he said catching my eye. "Are you ok, bud?" "Yeah, just need some water. Where's Damon?" "He's called it quits for tonight. He wants a good night's sleep, he is driving us to the airport tomorrow." "Ah, ok." I stood there in silence, just staring back into his eyes. "Nicky?" he said, softly. "Yes?" "You were getting water?" he said as a half-question, half-statement. "Sorry," I said walking to the kitchen. "My mind is all over the place." As soon as I saw Eddie sitting there my brain was like a pinball machine darting all over the place. Remembering him and Damon fuck in the carpark. Remembering our night together. But the one that was sticking out was him standing there in the background of Jake's video. It was him. I'm sure of it. I pushed my glass against the dispenser in the fridge and it began to fill. A light touch on my shoulder caught me by surprise but I managed to keep my composure. I turned around and saw Eddie in all of his manly glory. His briefs now off and that familiar semi hard cock creeping up towards me as it got stiffer. I looked up into Eddie's eyes, his hand still on my shoulder as the gentlest of pushes sent me to my knees. His eyes rolled back the instant my lips touched his cock. The taste of precum settled on my tongue. "Is Jake asleep?" he whispered, pushing my head down further onto his dick before releasing so I could answer. "Why, don't want him to catch us?" I asked, testing the waters, and resting the tip of his cock against my pursed lips. "I just don't want him to get a shock when I send you back to bed with your face covered in my cum," he said with a wicked grin spread across his face. Oh fuck. My cock twitched. I wanted that cum. But this was a way in to confirming my suspicions and I wasn't going to waste it. "My face will look even prettier covered in your load, right?" I said, mimicking what he must have heard at the club that night. I raised my eyebrows and gave him a knowing nod. He scrunched his brow in confusion at first until it seemed to click. His eyes widened. And then a wry smile. "You know it, boy," he growled as he carried on stroking his cock against my tongue. "You like getting your face covered too, huh?" "Yes sir, and I know you have more spunk to pump over me than Mr. Clarkson..." I paused to catch his reaction. He bit his lip and moaned. "Fuck boy, you don't know what you're doing to me," he said, his strokes getting faster as I flicked my tongue up and down his shaft. "Jake showed me the video, I recognised you in the background," I said. No more innuendo. This was an explicit admission that I knew that he knew. He stopped stroking. I jumped on his cock as soon as he did. My mouth encasing his dick, taking his cock down my throat till his balls were on my chin. I needed him to know I didn't give a fuck. I pulled my own cock out and began to stroke. Was I getting off on this? The fact that my best friend's Dad watched his son take a load? It was the secrecy of it all, it was making my cock tingle. This is what I needed over and above my hand to make me cum. "Does he know?" Eddie tried to ask seriously but had to force back the moans. "I don't think so. He didn't let on if he does know," I said after pulling off his cock and resting it against my lips again. "Did you tell him?" "No," I said, making eye contact to make sure he knew I was telling the truth. "I'll be honest... I think its fucking hot." "Yeah?" he said grabbing his dick once more and slapping it against my face. "Fuck yes, even hotter that its your dirty little secret... Daddy," I said taking it that one step further. His head was thrown back, his grunts getting deeper. "Fuck yes, son," he moaned out. "No wonder you were so fucking horny that night," I said, teasing him just as much as I teased his cock. I had never had this dynamic before. I was still submitting to his cock but felt in control. He wasn't going to cum when he wanted to cum, I was going to make him cum when I wanted him to cum. I was close. The power was making my balls ache. I needed to unload but I wanted to get one last dig in. Push him over the edge. "Bet it made you a proud Daddy, seeing your little Jake get his face covered in hot man spunk," I said looking up at him, tongue lightly lapping at his full balls. That was it. I felt them rise. "Oh fuck, you're getting it now, son!" he roared as he pushed my forehead back. My mouth opened instinctively as his cock throbbed and shot load after creamy, thick load from the top of my head to my chin. I savoured the blasts that fell into my mouth and swallowed it down as I unloaded on the kitchen floor. "Fuck, daddy," I muttered. "Definitely a bigger load than Mr. Clarkson." Eddie grinned and pulled me up, kissing me on my cum-covered lips. "Kinky little shit," he said, grinning. "Didn't know you had it in you." "Neither did I," I said, genuinely surprising myself. Cruising was the most adventurous I got, the sex I have is usually pretty vanilla. I reached for a cloth to wipe my face. He grabbed my wrist. Not hurting me, but firm enough to stop me in my tracks. "I don't think so boy. I wasn't joking when I said I was sending you to bed covered in my cum. You're going back right now." I didn't say another word. I nodded, took a sip of my water, and made my way back upstairs. When I got to Jake's room it was pitch black and I heard a light snore. Thank fuck for that. I tried to carefully get into bed without waking him and lay on my back, head against the pillow. The thick load on my face still in place. Jake stirred. "You're back," he said sleepily. "Yeah, Jake, I'm here," I said. "I got talking to your Dad, sorry I took so long." "No problem. I didn't get a goodnight kiss though!" Ah fuck! I leant over and kissed him on the forehead as we always do. "Sweet, dreams Jakey," I whispered. And then he leaned over to me. Planting his lips firmly on my forehead. Still covered in his Dad's sperm. His lips lingered a little and my heart was pounding. Finally, he lay back. "Sweet dreams, Nicky."