Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2012 20:16:08 -0700 From: B.E. Kelley Subject: The Foundling Chapter 10 This story is a work of FICTION. The events described are my own invention. Any similarities to actual events or persons are strictly coincidental. The author retains the copyright, and any other rights, to this original story. You may not publish it or any part of it without my explicit authorization. This story contains depictions of consensual sexual acts between teenage males. It is intended for mature audiences only. If you find this type of material offensive or if you are under the legal age to read said material; please proceed no further. Comments are always welcome at: hailcaesar2011@hotmail.com The Foundling Chapter 10: Ringing in the New Year Waking up in my own bed, on Christmas morning, was a new experience, dad and I usually traveled during the holiday. We weren't really big on gifts, typically I'd get him something, he'd get me something, but our big thrill came from going to the airport, the day before Christmas Eve, and grabbing two tickets to the first place that had an open flight. This was an adventure to us, dad said we'd let fate be our travel agent and we'd see the world together. Of course, sometimes we ended up in such exotic locales as Cleveland Ohio or Billings Montana, but last year we scored with Dublin Ireland, and that was awesome. I was lying in bed, thinking about dad, but I didn't feel sad. I'd reached a point where I was able to think of him and remember the good times. I let the happy memories be a bulwark against the sadness and for the most part, it worked. I was thinking about the time mom and dad took me to see Santa, when I was 4. I was terrified and wouldn't stop crying and in order to put me at ease, dad sat on Santa's lap and had his picture taken first. I have that picture somewhere and it still makes me laugh every time I see it. In fact, I started laughing at the very memory of it, when Jamie popped out of bed like a spring. "Its Christmas morning, come on Benji," said Jamie, just before he shot out of the bedroom door. "Jamie, wait, come back," I laughed. In his excitement, Jamie ran out of the room in his socks and undies. I thought he was cute as a button but I didn't think he'd want the ladies to see his goods. "Right, pants," Jamie blushed, when he realized his state of undress and came back into the room. I fell back on my bed and clutched at my stomach, I was laughing so hard. Jamie stuck out his lower lip and pouted, as if he was mad that I was laughing at him but he quickly saw the humor in his predicament and started laughing himself. Once we calmed down, Jamie put on his t-shirt and pajama bottoms, then dragged me down stairs because I wasn't moving fast enough for his liking. Jamie isn't as jaded as most 13 year olds, who think they're too cool to be a kid, no, he tore through the wrapping on his gifts, while Dylan and I took our time. I was very happy with everything I got but even more pleased that everyone liked the gifts I'd picked out for them. I thought we had unwrapped all of the gifts but Nancy had me, Dylan and Jamie sit together, then handed Jamie, who was in the middle, a rectangular package with a tag that read: "To, Dylan, Benji and Jamie, love Grandpa Howard and Grandma Emily." "Come on guys, help me open it," said Jamie. "You go ahead, squirt," said Dylan, while he and I looked over Jamie's shoulders. Jamie tore through the wrapping and then fought to get the box open, it was taped really well. When he finally freed the gift, the three of us shared a puzzled look; it was a book with a picture of a German Shepard on the cover, titled "How to Train Your Puppy." "What's this for?" asked Jamie. "Can't give a toy without the batteries," said Howard, as he and Emily came into the room, carrying a tiny German Shepard puppy with a red bow around her neck. "Merry Christmas, boys," said Howard, putting the puppy in Jamie's lap. "Awww, she's so cute," said Dylan, he was smiling like a little boy. "She's great, thank you so much," I said. "Yeah, thanks Grandpa, thanks Grandma," said Jamie, between giggles as the puppy licked his face. "You're very welcome sweethearts," said Emily, as she kissed us each on the cheek. "You guys are so spoiled, I never got a dog," said Rachel, but she was smiling so I'm sure she was just teasing her grandparents with that comment. "What's her name?" asked Jamie. "That's up to you guys to decide," said Emily. "Hmmm," said Jamie, deeply in thought, "I don't know, Fluffy?" Dylan and I traded a look, then he slapped Jamie upside the head, causing the grownups to double over in laughter. "Hey," Jamie whined. "Come on, Fluffy?" said Dylan, "You deserved that." "Well if you're so smart what do you want to call her?" Jamie challenged. "I don't know, let me think a minute," said Dylan. While they argued, it was my turn to hold the puppy and let her lick my face. I was also thinking of names and when I thought that I found a good fit, I interrupted their bickering. "Hey guys, what about Saxon?" I asked. "Saxon?" Jamie asked. "Well yeah, she's a German Shepard and Saxon's are from Germany, I don't know, it was just a thought," I replied. "I think it's kind of cool," said Dylan. "Yeah, I like it," said Jamie. Arf, Arf, barked the puppy. "I think she likes it too," Jamie giggled. "Saxon it is then," smiled Dylan. After that, we got dressed and took Saxon outside to play, while Nancy and Emily started working on Christmas Dinner. While they filled the house with the mouthwatering odor of roasting turkey and homemade pies, we watched Saxon make trails through the snow, chasing after her ball. When it got to cold outside, we came in, shrugged off our heavy coats and warmed up by the fire, I started reading the dog training guide. Occasionally, Nancy would shout, "Oh boys, there's a little problem," in a musical tone, indicating the puppy needed to be cleaned up after. None of us was particularly thrilled with that aspect of pet ownership but we were too happy with the puppy to complain. Instead, we used rock, paper, scissors to decide who got the honor. Jamie didn't seem to notice that he lost more than Dylan and I did, we'd both figured out, quite quickly, that Jamie always picked paper. "Geez, my turn again," Jamie grumped. "Rotten luck," said Dylan, giving me a wink. It was a perfect day, everyone loved their gifts, the food was spectacular and I really felt like I was a part of the family. The only thing missing was Avery, he was in Vermont, they were celebrating Christmas with his mom's parents and would be gone for a few days. That was the bad news, but the good news was that New Years Eve was only a few days away, and it would be my turn to host Avery at a sleepover at my house. I whiled away the days hanging out with the guys, playing with our new dog, starting Jamie on his piano lessons and reading. George and Nancy got me an awesome leather-bound copy of the collected works of Shakespeare, and I had a lot of fun, reading it out loud for Jamie, making him laugh at my goofy accents. When New Years Eve arrived, I paced around the room waiting for Avery to arrive. When I heard the doorbell ring, I raced down the stairs and yanked the door open, and there he was, looking radiant as usual. I wanted to hug him, to give him a big kiss, but there were too many people around so we settled for a smile and a fist bump. Jamie had offered to sleep in the guest room, so that Avery and I could have our room, but I turned him down. I wasn't going to kick Jamie out of his own bed just because I had company, instead, I planned for Avery and me to sleep in the basement, like we had at his house. "Come on Avery, I'll show you where to put your sleeping bag," I stated, after he'd said hello to everyone. I led Avery down the basement stairs, I grabbed his sleeping bag, tossed it over by the couch and hugged him tightly. "I missed you too," he smiled, returning my embrace. Avery gave me a peck on the lips, then I held his hand and led him to the couch. "So how was your Christmas, did you have a good time with your grandparents?" I asked. "Sure, it was a lot of fun and my grandma is a great cook, but I missed you," he blushed. "Yeah, my Christmas was great, but if you'd been here, it would have been perfect," I smiled. "Did you do ok, you weren't too sad, you know, about your dad?" "Yeah, I was fine, I think I'm over it," I explained, "I'll always miss him but I'm at the point now where it doesn't hurt to think about him. I think about all the good times we had and it makes me happy, where before it just used to make me cry." "Awww, I'm glad to hear that," said Avery, as he leaned close and gave me another peck on the lips and one of his contagious smiles. I love Avery's kisses, they're so sweet and innocent. He hasn't tried to slip me the tongue, or get all grabby, he's gentle and romantic, a man after my own heart. We sat there smiling at each other, just holding hands, then the door at the top of the steps opened. "Hey guys, dinner's ready," Jamie shouted. "Are you hungry," I asked. "Starved," said Avery. "Good, Nancy made a feast," I explained, "Come on, let's go eat." We gathered around the table and discovered that feast was the wrong word, it was more like a banquet. There was roast prime rib, mashed potatoes, creamed spinach, homemade bread, stuffing, it was amazing. We ate until we were stuffed to the gills and then there was dessert. "In honor of New Years Eve and our resident New Yorker," Nancy winked at me, "A New York cheese cake." Nancy served the cheesecake and though our bellies were already full, we devoured it. After dinner, Dylan and Jamie cleared the table, then Avery and I, did the dishes, as a thank you to Nancy for the great dinner. When the kitchen was clean, George brought out the board games and we played Clue, then a long game of Monopoly. It was kind of corny, but I had a blast. I'd never really had fun on New Years Eve before. I never considered it a family occasion, dad usually had plans with his adult friends and I usually stayed at home with a babysitter, watching TV in my room. Dad took me to Times Square a few times, to watch the ball drop, but that was cold, loud and boring. This was so much fun, everyone was laughing and teasing each other back and forth and we were all shocked when Jamie beat us at Monopoly. After the games, Nancy brought out champagne for she and George, sparkling cider for us boys, and we watched the countdown. At the stroke of midnight, the ball dropped in Times Square and we shouted and cheered like the crowd in New York. When things calmed down, George and Nancy hugged and kissed us all good night, even Avery, which made him blush adorably. Shortly after that, Dylan and Jamie called it a night and I led Avery down to the basement. I'd invited Dylan and Jamie to join us and even though they'd had fun with Avery all night, they said it was my sleepover. When we got downstairs, Avery, who I've seen strip dozens of times for swimming, seemed a little nervous. To tell you the truth, I was kind of nervous to. "Penny for your thoughts?" I asked, my grandpa used to say that. "Huh, what?" said Avery, as though snapping out of a trance. "You seem a little nervous." "Do I?" he asked. "A little." "Yeah, I guess I kinda am," said Avery. "What's the matter?" "I've never had a boyfriend before," said Avery. "Me either," I replied. "I don't know what you're expecting, but I don't want to rush into anything, Benji, you know, sex," Avery blushed. "Oh thank God," I exclaimed, "I don't want to rush it either." "Really? You're not just saying that to make me feel better?" said Avery. "No way, I feel totally the same way, we're only 14 we have plenty of time for that, I mean sure I get horny thinking about you but I think we should take it slow," I explained, "I don't want to get hurt, and I definitely don't want to hurt you." "Ok, I'm so glad we're on the same page," said Avery, "and it's nice to know I make you horny." "Geez, I really have to start thinking before I speak, I can't believe I said that," I blushed. "It's ok, you have the same effect on me," Avery smiled, then gave me another little kiss. "Now that, I could do that all the time," I smiled. "What, you mean the kissing?" asked Avery. "Yeah, I love your kisses," I blushed. "And I love yours," said Avery, kissing me again, "I don't see any problem kissing as much as we want." We shared another kiss, holding this one a little longer and putting our arms around each other. When we parted, I had some other ideas to talk to Avery about. "So we're agreed to take it slow, not to rush into sex, but that doesn't mean we can't do other things," I stated. "Like what," Avery asked with a curious smile. "Well, we like the kissing, we can do a lot of that," I smiled back, "but, for example, we need to get ready for bed, what would you say to taking each other's clothes off?" "I think that's harmless, like you said, we have to get ready for bed," Avery agreed, "you want to do me first?" "Yeah," I smiled. I gave Avery a little kiss, then placed my hands on his shoulders and took a deep breath. I moved my hands down to his chest, I rubbed it for a second, then started slowly unbuttoning his shirt. I walked behind him and pulled the shirt off of his arms, leaving him in his undershirt. I wrapped my arms around him, hugged him from behind, then opened his belt, popped the button on his jeans, and slowly lowered his zipper. Avery kicked off his shoes, I moved back around in front, then pulled his pants all the way down to his ankles, so he could step out of them. It was cold, so I left him in his undershirt, his sexy dark grey Hanes briefs, and a pair of white athletic socks. "That was nice," I smiled. "Yeah it was. My turn," said Avery, eagerly. He stepped towards me and then pushed my sweater up my tummy, up my chest, and then over my head and off. He left my t-shirt on like I had his, but surprised me by leaning forward and rubbing his nose against mine, adorably. I smiled, then Avery got down on his knees so he'd have an up close and personal view, while he took off my pants. When he was done, I was also in my t-shirt, white Calvin Klein briefs, and my own white athletic socks. "I really liked that," said Avery. "I know, you've got a boner," I winked. "Shut up," Avery giggled, "you've got one to." "Can I touch it?" I asked. "Just touch it?" said Avery. "Just touch it, I promise." "Ok then, but only if I can touch yours," he smiled. I reached out and felt the tip of Avery's boner, pressing against his undies. I rubbed my fingers across the head then gave it a gentle grope, earning a soft moan from Avery. I didn't want to let go, but rules were rules, and if I didn't, it may lead us to a place we'd both agreed we weren't ready to go to. Reluctantly, I pulled my hand away. "That felt so good," said Avery, "No one's ever touched me there before." I blushed a little, I didn't know if I should tell Avery about jerking off with Jamie. It was innocent enough, but I didn't want him to think I had more experience than he did and well, I was honored that I got to be the first one to touch his boner, I wanted him to feel the same thing when he touched me. And touch me he did, while I was standing there blushing, Avery reached out and rubbed his fingers across the head of my stiffy. He groped me gently and after a moment, he let go. We smiled at each other, kissed, and then rolled out our sleeping bags. "You know, there're only two of us down here, why don't we zip our bags together and snuggle?" said Avery. "You wanna snuggle?" I asked. "Unless you don't want to," Avery back tracked. "No, no, no," I smiled, "I love that you want to snuggle." The happy smile returned to Avery's face and we zipped our bags together. We climbed in and wrapped our arms around each other, our legs entwined, our foreheads resting against each other. I looked into Avery's beautiful green eyes and leaned forward for a long lingering kiss. "Shit," Avery smiled. "Huh?" I asked, that wasn't the reaction I was expecting. "We forgot to turn off the light," Avery laughed. I rolled my eyes then laughed with him. "Shit, you're right, I'll be right back," I got up and scampered over to the wall switch and killed the lights. It was pitch black in the basement and in my enthusiasm to get back into the sleeping bag, I tripped over one of our discarded shoes. "God damn it, shit, fuck, ass," I blurted, using every curse word I knew. Avery burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh, think its funny do ya?" I challenged. "I only wish I could see the look on your face, I'd ask you to turn the light back on but I don't want you to break your neck," said Avery, in a fresh fit of giggles." I got my bearings and jumped at Avery, engaging him in a playful wrestling match. We rolled around laughing and touching then we kissed, the sleeping bag keeping our boners from rubbing against each other. "Come on, it's cold, get back under the sleeping bag with me," said Avery. I didn't need to be told twice, I crawled under the covers, then Avery spooned behind me, putting his arms around me and resting his head on my shoulder. "Good night Benji, I love you," said Avery, with a kiss on the cheek. "Good night, Avery, I love you too." I slept peacefully that night. No bad dreams, no cold sweats, no screaming. I was perfectly content in Avery's arms. In the morning, I felt Avery licking my lips, that was new but I liked it. "Mmm, Avery stop it, that tickles," I groaned, then I heard giggling. My eyes popped open, I saw Jamie standing over us and I discovered that it wasn't Avery's tongue I'd been enjoying, but Saxon's. "Aww damn it Jamie, I can't believe you let her do that," I growled. "You didn't seem to mind `oh Avery, kissy, kissy, kissy'," Jamie teased, even I started laughing. Our laughter woke Avery and he eyed Jamie nervously, we were still cuddled together, in our gentle embrace. "So what's the deal guys, this looks a little fruity," Jamie giggled, gesturing at our position in the sleeping bag. "Sit down squirt," I replied, "I guess you get to be the first to know." "What's going on?" asked Jamie, sitting Indian style at the end of the sleeping bag. "Me and Avery, we're gay," I stated, Avery blushed. "Wow, really?" asked Jamie. "Yeah, really," said Avery. "Are you guy's boyfriends?" asked Jamie. Avery and I looked at each other and smiled. "Yeap," I answered. "Well that's cool," said Jaime. "You think so?" I asked. "Yeah, I mean that makes you guy's happy, right?" said Jamie. "Yes, very happy," I replied. "Well then I'm happy for you too," Jamie smiled. "You don't mind sharing your room with a gay guy?" I asked. "It's our room now and no way, you're still my big brother, I love you Benji," said Jamie. "Thanks Jamie, I love you too, and I'm glad you're cool with this," I smiled. "You won't tell anyone, will you?" asked Avery. "No, it's your secret, I won't tell anyone," said Jamie, much to Avery's relief. "Thanks, I'm not ready to tell George and Nancy, or Dylan yet," I explained. "Ok, but you don't have to worry," said Jamie, "they won't care either, they love you too." "Yeah, I know, I'm just not ready yet," I stated. "It's cool, but you guys shouldn't sleep so close if you don't want to get caught," Jamie giggled. "It's ok," I quipped, "no one else would be so rude as to sneak in and wake us up like that." "Hey," Jamie whined, in mock hurt. "Just teasing," I laughed, then reached over and ruffled his hair. "Anyway, the reason I came down here was to tell you breakfast was ready, so come on up," said Jamie. Jamie ran upstairs and Avery and I extracted ourselves from the sleeping bag. I sat back against the couch and watched Avery put his jeans on, then I let out a little giggle. "What?" asked Avery. "Nothing, I was just watching your butt wiggle while you put your pants on," I smiled. Avery blushed, then leaned over for a good morning kiss. "Come on, I'm hungry," said Avery, taking my hand and pulling me up to my feet. I dressed quickly and then we ran up the steps and into the kitchen, for a hearty breakfast. After we ate, George left for the hospital, Nancy started on the dishes and Avery and I sat at the table, talking with Dylan and Jamie. Jamie kept giving Avery and I a conspiratorial smile, I was glad he was happy for us. As we were sitting there, Avery's cell phone started to ring, he looked at the caller id, then picked up. "Hey dad, what's up?" said Avery. "Oh, ok, let me ask," said Avery. "It's my dad, he's going over to the school to make sure they've been cleaning the pool over break, he wants to know if we want to go, he says we can do some laps and you can show him some dives," said Avery. "That sounds cool, Nancy, can I go?" I asked. "Sure, that sounds nice," said Nancy, "just have Avery's dad bring you home in time for dinner." "Cool, thanks," I replied. "Yeah dad, we can go, can you bring my gym bag?" said Avery, "Ok, thanks." "Well, he'll be here in half an hour," said Avery. We went up to my room and changed into clean clothes, then I grabbed my Speedo, stuffed it in my backpack and returned downstairs. We'd taken our time and entered the foyer just as Avery's dad pulled up in front of the house. I said goodbye to Nancy, Avery thanked her for letting him stay and for showing him such a nice time, then we left. When we got to our high school, Avery's dad gave him the key to the locker room so we could change, then he went to the pool. We stripped and I put on my plain black Speedo. Avery's was black with the initials JAHS, John Adams High School, printed in gold, across his butt. Once again, he caught me starring at his cute little backside. "Do you like it when I do this?" said Avery, swishing his butt back and forth. "Yeah," blushed. "You're so cute," said Avery, when he stood up and faced me. "No, you're the cute one," I smiled. "Whatever, I've never seen you with your shirt off before, you're ripped," said Avery. "You're so full of shit," I laughed, "I am not." "Ok, not ripped," Avery giggled, "but you have a really nice body." With that, he reached out and put his finger on my chest, then traced it slowly down the centerline of my body, stopping just above my Speedo. "Can I kiss you?" I asked. "You never have to ask permission," said Avery. I leaned forward and kissed him, then something different happened. He parted his lips and I felt the tip of his tongue press at mine. I opened my mouth and let his tongue inside, it was just a little probe but I savored it. "Wow," I breathed, when we parted. "I always wanted to kiss a boy in the locker room," Avery smiled. "Yeah, I liked how you slipped me the tongue too," I giggled. Avery blushed profusely. "Was that too much?" he asked. "No, it was still just a kiss and we agreed, we can kiss all we want right? "Right, cool," said Avery, "come on, let's hit the pool before my dad starts to wonder what we're up to." I followed Avery out to the pool and dove in behind him. It was the first time I'd been in the water in weeks and it felt good to be in what I consider my second home. I've loved swimming since the first time my mom took me to lessons as a little boy. I swam laps with Avery for a few minutes then he followed me over to the deep water diving pool. "Ok Benji, let's see what you've got," said Coach Spencer. Right, what I've got, I thought to myself. I thought about what to do for my first dive and figured it would be best to start simple. I went to the diving board, took a deep breath and then executed a forward summersault. I climbed out of the water and proceeded to do a reverse summersault, then a tuck and a double backward summersault. "Benji, you lied to me," said Coach Spencer, when I came out of the water the fourth time. "What? No sir, I..." "You said you were an ok diver," said Coach Spencer, "but that was great." "Oh, thanks," I smiled. "What's your best dive?" he asked. "Hmmm, is it ok if I use the 10 meter platform?" "Be my guest," said Coach Spencer. I climbed the ladder quickly, then strode out on to the platform. When I reached the edge, I knelt down and moved into a handstand. I was at the very edge of the platform when I pushed away, then executed a triple reverse summersault tuck. "WHOA," Coach Spencer exclaimed. "Damn Benji, that was amazing," said Avery. "Thanks," I grinned. "I've had seniors on the team who couldn't do that dive," said Coach Spencer. "I learned it last year, I spent all summer working on it," I explained. "Listen Benji, the school can't afford a separate diving coach and I have a lot of work to do with the racers, I know you've been working with Robbie, would you mind helping the others?" asked Coach Spencer. "Sure, I wouldn't mind," I smiled. "Good boy," said Coach Spencer, "this is going to be a good season." I was glad that the coach was impressed with my skill, I love diving and considering he's Avery's dad, I really want to do my best for him. I'll even work at improving those slack asses that I've watched screw around while Robbie practiced. Robbie, he's a good diver too, a quick learner, now that I can actually show him some of the things I've been talking about, I really think he'll improve. Coach Spencer and Avery dropped me off just in time for dinner. After we ate, it was my turn to take Saxon out for a walk down to the lake for a pee. While my puppy did the deed, I looked out over the frozen water, I didn't see my family that night, like I had in the cemetery yard, but I felt that if they were watching over me, they'd be proud.