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Part Ten:
Max Donnelly had just finished giving some last-minute corrections to one of the Lance Corporals under his command and making sure he understood all his instructions to the letter, before calling it quits for the day. Max hated the more mundane administrative aspects of his job as a Sergeant in the Marine Corps. The paperwork alone was mostly mind-boggling, anal-retentive bullshit intentionally designed by bureaucrats to over inflate and massage the egos behind it.
Max called them kingdom builders, smug little men with big attitudes, and an even bigger overestimation of their worth and contribution to the Corps. Max was far more the hands-on type of guy, preferring to knuckle down, get hands-on dirty with his men and just get the job done, definitely not a "cross the t's and dot the I's" kind of man, but red tape is what drives today's military and Max reluctantly played the game. It also added to the darker aspects of Max's mood today, but as usual, it often made him more self-reflective as well, something he had been doing all day, especially after the events of the last few days and last night with Carl.
Max hated disciplining Carl, but Max also knew he couldn't allow Carl's little display of disrespect, spurred by petty jealousy yesterday in front of his son's, just go unaccounted for. As he approached Carl's truck, who was dutifully waiting to pick Max up and take him home, he was hopeful Carl was in a better state of mind. Max didn't want to have to repeat last night's corrective actions.
As he scooted into the truck he couldn't help notice how Carl just stared eye's forward. No greeting. No eye contact. Max wasn't expecting a bubbly reception but he also wasn't in the mood for attitude either. He needed Carl's mind focused, especially with all the upcoming events they still had to orchestrate.
"Still in a mood I see." Max spoke bluntly and to the point. "Carl?" Max tried to control himself and speak more calmly, "I need you focused right now. Not pouting like some jealous schoolgirl." Max was just being honest, trying to appeal to Carl's usually more reasonable side. Still staring straight forward, his hands gripping the steering wheel of his truck.
"Permission to speak freely, Sir." Carl muttered, trying to mask all emotions in the timber of his voice. Max's eye's flared into laser focus boring into him before nearly hissing.
"Since when have I ever expected anything less from you?" then quickly added: "And don't push me with that "Sir" bullshit."
Max's hackles were up now and he was not in the mood for games. Max watched as Carl bowed his head and glanced over at him, briefly making eye contact before submissively lowering his gaze.
"It's been a long time since you've taken your belt to me like that Max." He stammered.
"So..." Max countered: "You think just because it's been a while, that it was unwarranted? "he questioned, practically demanding a response with the severity of his tone. Max knew what the real problem was and he didn't want to start the evening off with another belt thrashing of Carl's ass. Max reached over and lifted Carl's chin with his right hand and turned his head upward insisting Carl make eye contact.
"Just because I show interest in someone else," he began, this time more softly, "doesn't negate or change what I have with you and you know it."
Carl sighed, "I can't help the way I feel Max, and you punishing me made me think what I feel doesn't matter to you."
Max shook his head, moving his hand to gently stroke Carl's neck, and tried to temper his response, but not backing down: "You know I didn't punish you because of how you feel. I punished you because of how you acted with me and especially the way you acted in front of the boys." Max leaned forward, clasping the back of Carl's head and staring intently into his eyes. "If you don't know by now, after all these years, how I feel about you..."Max paused, choosing his words carefully, "Through all those years with Monaca, the mother of my three children, did I ever neglect you?" Max paused for a response and watched as Carl's head hesitantly nodded side to side, "Have I not included you in every aspect of my life, even in bringing up the boys? Yes, I'm attracted to that kid," Max said bluntly, "But even if I do claim him or just have some fun with him, it doesn't affect us and what we've had; and as far as I'm concerned, will always have." Max had both hands behind Carl's head now, forcing him to stare him right in the eyes, "Use your senses Carl, am I lying to you?"
Carl bowed his head again, he knew he was right, Max was almost always right and he was proving once again how far more level headed he could be when one doesn't let sentimentality and selfishness override reason. At that moment Carl couldn't help but compare what Billy and Baxter were now going through with his and Max's almost identical experiences before their Heritage ceremony. What a mess that was; but Max's sire knew they lacked the perspective they would gain from the ceremony and as it was then, they were both certain now the same perspective would help Billy and Baxter.
"You didn't have to hit me so hard ya know." Carl mused, a slight grin spreading across his face.
Max growled softly. "You loved it and you know it"
Carl blushed, slightly embarrassed because he knew it was true.
"Now let's get the fuck out of here." Max demanded, waving his hand forward and settling back into his seat.
"By the way..."Max exclaimed, "It's way past time the boys learned to deal with some simple truths." Max ignored the puzzled look on Carl's face, "You'll be staying over tonight. Let's see how they deal with that!"
Carl gulped and thought to himself...this could get interesting.
Gavin Hollis was distracted. He'd just finished correcting yet another re-order number that he had made a mistake on, this only happened when "he" was working. How could he be expected to concentrate with "him" to work with? That "him", of course, was Billy Donnelly. The distracting factor wasn't anything that Billy did. No, it was just his mere presence that was a problem.
The way he moved, the way the light would catch his bulging muscles, the cleft in his masculine chin and his squared jawline. The persistent 5 o'clock shadow, his dark thick wiry and wavy brown hair, and of course that bulge. No matter what he wore, there was always that mound of hidden flesh pushing against the straining fabric of his clothing.
Garin could remember all the times he'd glance over at Billy in PE period in school, his locker being just across from Billy's. The countless times he would turn just to see him standing sideways, talking to his equally hot bestie Baxter Whitmore, for Gavin, both were the stuff of his lurid teen sexual fantasies.
Yeah, he looked. Who could resist that massive bulge in his jockstrap or his hairy asscrack? Oh, and that butt; big protruding twin mounds of muscle packed flesh stacked on top of massive treetrunk sized thighs.
"Shit," Gavin said aloud, he had entered another mistake, at this rate he was going to lose his job if he didn't get his act together. Actually, there was no real fear of that happening. His uncle was the store manager and Gavin's significant computer skills had proven quite useful to his uncle, helping him track on-hand inventory and a coded program he had written to help one click re-orders. Using handheld tablets like he was doing right now with the stock boy on duty, which unfortunately for Gavin happened to be his second biggest crush, Billy Donnelly, his first biggest crush being that giant, blond, muscle god, and prized fullback for the football team, Arliss Gundarsun.
Arliss made even Billy look small in comparison. Billy being 6' in height and Arliss being at least 6'4". But unlike Billy, who was a very outgoing kind of guy that most people liked, Arliss was often withdrawn and extremely quiet and introverted. They were also kind of polar opposites, Billy's skin tone skewed to the pale side whereas Arliss was very tanned, being a farmboy and spending countless hours outdoors working on his families farm.
They also contrasted in hair color, Billy's darker brown hair vs Arliss's sandy golden blond hair. Blond hair that covered almost everywhere; his arms, chest, abdomen, legs, and ass, which is thick too, the kind of thickness one was sure their fingers could get caught in. The best part of Arliss for Gavin though was the fact he was so shy and soft-spoken.
There wasn't a presumptuous bone in the guy's body; Gavin knew this because they were kind of friends. Well, as friendly as Arliss could be with no social life other than going to school. Football was the only exception his parents made since most of what could be considered spare time to the average teenager was time Arliss spent working on the farm. That, and his parents didn't seem to like having strangers around. They tolerated Gavin because he often helped their son with his schoolwork, which Arliss needed from time to time. Not that he was slower or less intelligent than others, it just boiled down to time and the family farm consumed most of his.
Every day, for the last three years going to and from school, Gavin would help Arliss cram for his classes, which was usually just enough to help him maintain the grade average he needed to still be able to play football. All that was over now, since Arliss had graduated and was now working full time on his family farm.
Gavin didn't know how he was going to handle his daily commutes without Arliss and Gavin was determined to save enough money from his summertime job to buy himself a nice dependable used car so he didn't have to depend on the school bus for transportation.
Being the nerdy type, didn't exactly endear Gavin with the other football jocks on Arliss's team. They tolerated Gavin because they didn't want to piss Arliss off; no one wanted to do that. One defensive back tried one time to make sure Gavin knew he wasn't welcome and shoulder shoved Gavin in the hallway up against his locker. He could have easily passed it off as an accident, but the idiot decided to laugh at him and warn him to stay out of his way, ending it by calling Gavin a nerdy little faggot.
Gavin was sure the guy probably just about pissed himself when Arliss, with one hand, snatched the guy into the air and tossed him across the hallway to smash into the lockers on the other side so hard it dented two of them. Not a word was exchanged, but Gavin never had a single problem with anyone after that. But this year, his senior year, there would be no Arliss there and Gavin kind of worried about how different his life might be when he went back to school in the fall.
"Dammit," his program dinged again, rejecting for the umpteenth time the erroneous order number he had typed in.
"Is there something wrong?" said the deep voice that came from about two feet away, Gavin was surprised to see Billy; he didn't even hear him come up.
"Yes," Gavin blurted, sounding harsher than he intended, "I keep entering the wrong numbers."
"It's not my fault is it?" Billy asked legitimately thinking it might be his fault because he was the one writing down the product codes from the stock inventory for Gavin to enter into the system.
Gavin chuckled, "I wish I could blame you, but I'm the one screwing up, not you."
"I was just wondering." Billy said rather self-deprecatingly, "Judging by the last few days, it doesn't seem like I can do anything right."
Gavin frowned. "Know that feelin' all too well dude."
Gavin thought for a second, looking at Billy and how he didn't seem to be his usual upbeat self. Not that Gavin was accustomed to working around him. They'd only worked together like three or four times in the last few months. Gavin usually worked in the afternoon instead of early evening hours, but he certainly seemed rather glum today. " Hey, ya know what?" Gavin spoke, it was more of a statement than a question: "Why don't we take a break; we've been at this pretty steady for the last two hours and I don't know about you," He paused pointing a finger trigger at his head and fired, "my brains about fried, how about you?"
Billy laughed. "Yeah, I could go for something cold to drink and a breath of fresh air." Stopping to fan his face with his right hand, "It's kinda warm and muggy in here, especially with these thick overalls we wear."
Gavin wasn't that uncomfortable, but then again Billy probably had a good 75 pounds or more on him, not that Gavin was scrawny or anything. He did try to work out regularly, but he was only 5'7" and about 145 pounds. Not skinny, by any means but nowhere near as buff and bulky as Billy.
"Let's grab a couple of bottled waters and slip out back shall we?"
Out back was where the truckers would deliver and usually contained trailers that had been dropped off that were in need of being unpacked. The entire area was fenced off and unless you worked that section, people were kind of discouraged from hanging around there citing security reasons and employee safety as the reason. But everyone knew they were afraid of employees stealing from the unpacked trailers.
"You sure that's kewl?" Billy questioned.
Gavin smiled, mischievously, "Of course not, but my uncle is the store manager, ya know." he concluded with a wink.
Billy smiled back at him, really beginning to like this guy, "Lead the way boss man." and followed him as they went to fetch some water first before stepping outside into the warm night air. As they settled against one of the loading docks in the back of the building, Billy decided to unzip his overalls down to his waist then peeled it back over his torso, exposing his broad, lightly hairy chest and abs and brought the sleeves of the garment forward and tied them around his hips. Though Billy didn't catch the longing and appreciative sideway glances Gavin gave him, he definitely could see how he started sweating more, something Billy noted first by the smell, a smell somehow vaguely familiar. The scent of something like honey and newly dug dirt. But here, outside, it faded in the warm summer breeze and was quickly forgotten.
It didn't bother him if Gavin looked, he had heard the locker room rumors about him and Arliss Gundarsun, rumors no one with half a brain would even whisper anywhere within earshot of Arliss if they valued breathing that is. Truth be told, Billy found more and more, he rather enjoyed the way people looked at him. He knew it was vain, but so what? Who did it harm? Certainly not him or the person looking. Then there was a simple truth; he was enjoying talking to someone, it felt good just bullshitting and not fretting over things he had no control over.
He missed Baxter, and yes, he wanted desperately to clear the air between them. But Baxter wasn't here, and if he was being honest, he felt that Baxter was deliberately avoiding him. He didn't like it, but there was nothing he could do about it. So, why not just let it go for now and enjoy the company of someone who enjoyed being with him as well.
As they concluded their break and re-entered the building, Billy started to untie the sleeves, thinking to pull the top of the coveralls back over his torso, when Gavin stopped him, saying since it was so hot and that they were the only ones back there right now and it didn't bother him.
Billy smirked to himself. Of course it didn't bother him, no. Billy didn't know if the rumors were true, but one thing he did know was true; The obvious bulge of Gavin's crotch that hadn't been there before they stepped outside was a big indicator. There was also the increased sweating and the constant sideways glances that seemed to focus on his chest and abs and who knows. maybe, like his little brother, he could have his own Timmy... That was it! The smell, scent, whatever you wanted to call it, he had smelled it before, even though it was faint, and there were minor differences, Gavin smelled like Timmy! That faint honey and freshly dug earth scent, stronger and now a more pervasive odor here in this static, enclosed environment. Yes, it was still faint, but it was there.
He didn't know what it meant, maybe they used the same type of soap or cologne, but somewhere in the back of his mind he realized that scent had followed him almost his entire life. He found it simultaneously comforting and now more recently, arousing. Billy felt the blood flow start to increase in his groin, gradually filtering it's way to his previously flaccid cock. Billy could feel his dick start to press against the fabric of his overalls. He didn't try to curb or conceal his expanding bulge, instead, he went with it, deciding to test what he was sensing about Gavin. He hiked the fabric of his overalls at the crotch, letting it accentuate his growing member, allowing it to stretch out and tent the front of his coveralls, and it worked! Gavin could barely conceal his roaming eyes, now a bit wider and more insistent. Billy could almost feel his increased respiration, the notable flaring of his nostrils and that scent...
"Hey?" Billy decided to leap, "Got anything planned after work tonight?" he asked almost suggestively, his voice a little raspy, deeper and thick with his mounting desire. He watched as Gavin gulped, trying to convince his lips to move while also trying to peel his eyes away from Billy's bulging crotch and meet Billy's lusty gaze.
"Unfortunately, I do." Gavin stammered, really wishing he didn't right now. "I promised my uncle I'd stop by and go over these numbers when we're done. He's anxious about getting this stock program implemented as soon as possible." he said by way of an explanation.
"Do you work tomorrow?" Gavin half-asked hopefully.
"Yup." was Billy's one-word response
"So do I!" He stated excitedly. "Maybe we could go hang out or something afterward...?"
Billy allowed the question to linger for a minute, not wanting to appear too eager, then responded. "Sounds like a plan."
Gavin's ear-to-ear smile and visible excitement made Billy smile too, as the two boys went about their work a lot more lightheartedly than they had before.
Max had allowed Carl to badger him into doing some grocery shopping at the base commissary before heading home. Not his favorite thing to do, which is why Carl usually did it for him. But he didn't mind so much today. Swallowing his pride a little and allowing Carl this small bit of PDA, and it was PDA, two Marines grocery shopping and pushing a cart around together, was almost the social equivalent of holding hands in public on a Marine base.
He did it telling himself he was just placating Carl's desire to domesticate him, at least a little. Max was fine with that. Relationships could be complicated things and Carl has been very patient, and tolerant over the years, and Max has recently decided that, combined with his alternate duties and position, Carl warranted a few special considerations.
Max knew Carl understood the statement they would be making tonight. With the simple phrase of Carl spending the night, Max meant that it would not be on the couch, as he had sometimes done in the past, but instead this time in his bedroom and in Max's bed. Most of all, he was doing this for Carl. Not because Carl wanted him too, or emotionally coerced him into it, but because Carl deserved it. Carl deserved the recognition and acknowledgment of his position and role in his life.
On some level, he knew Carl was freaking out right now, and Max had to admit to himself, this was as bold a move as he had ever made. But with Billy's approaching birthday and his coming into his Heritage, combined by what both he and Carl sensed about his middle son and what that could mean not only in their lives, but countless others, if it did indeed pan out to be true.
Max thought of the old axiom, "Change is the only constant in the universe." and every one of Max's senses crackled with it. Every fiber of his being told him that things were about to change, evolve, metamorphosize; and Max was determined he would be ready to face it head-on with an open heart and an open mind.
As Billy turned into his driveway, he couldn't help note that Carls's truck was still there. It was after ten and Billy thought it rather odd he would be here this late since it was a work night. He was happy to see that Timmy's Jeep was there and he hoped he could get a repeat performance like he had the night before, especially after that trip home on his bike, which vibrated his crotch all the way and made him even hornier than he was before leaving work and saying goodnight to Gavin.
"How's it going guys!" Billy called out as he entered through the front door.
"Over here kiddo" he heard his dad say from the direction of the kitchen, where he and Carl sat, Carl on his laptop surrounded by some papers laid out on the table. "Ya caught us working on your birthday stuff." his dad mused, looking like the cat that caught the canary.
Carl looked up briefly and asked, "How do you feel about roasting a pig for your birthday meal?"
Before Billy could respond his dad corrected, "You mean pigs as in plural."
Billy looked quizzically at his dad, "Why so much? I don't know that many people?"
His dad leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest and responded with: "Because there will be a lot of people there. Some you know, some you have met over the years, and quite a few you have never met."
Billy looked at his father, puzzled by his response. "If they've never met me then why are they invited?"
His dad's eyes took on a more menacing look, "Because they must be there and bare witness!"
Billy wasn't so sure he wanted to know what his dad meant by that, so he just let it drop, "Pig sounds good to me." he said, attempting a half-smile as he said it.
"There's a plate of lasagna and garlic bread in the oven for you." Carl cut in, effectively ending the birthday conversation and concluded with: "I think we're done for the night." he added, closing his laptop and reaching for his beer.
"I'm going to go wash up first, then I'll eat." Billy said as he headed down the hallway in the direction of his room. As he passed JD's room, he noticed that the door was slightly ajar and that Timmy and JD were lying on his bed, side by side, with controllers in their hands playing some video game. He noted Timmy wink as he passed by and Billy knew that that somehow confirmed he would be getting another visit that night, which made Billy smile. After taking a quick shower and throwing on a pair of shorts, Billy headed back to the kitchen for his food.
He couldn't help notice his dad and Carl had moved to the couch in the living room and were watching some documentary on the History channel. What was of special note to Billy though, was that they were sitting rather close together and that his dad had his right hand on the back of Carl's neck massaging it casually. Billy sat at the table and began eating his dinner.
"There's pop in the fridge if you want one." Carl stated, his eye's still glued to the tv.
'Yeah." His dad added with a playful moan. "There are all sorts of stuff in the fridge and freezer. Carl held me at gunpoint and made me do KP duty at the commissary!" laughingly, "Who knew there were so many different types of milk?" He then quipped: "How do they get milk out of almonds anyway? I didn't even know nuts had tits!"
Carl just moaned and elbowed Max in the abdomen. It was at that time Timmy came bouncing in and plopped himself down right next to Carl, followed by JD, who sat down right next to him.
"Can Timmy stay the night?" JD asked his dad who continued to stare intently at the tv as he responded: "Ask Carl. Household matters are his purview now."
JD didn't know what to think. At first, he just stared at his dad, then he looked over at Billy who just sat there staring back with the same dumbfounded look he had. Then they both looked at their dad, then to Carl, who just gave Max this stern sideways glance, who in turn continued to ignore all of them. When it was clear that Max had no intention of answering JD, Carl turned to him and said it would be fine, just so long as they didn't stay up too late.
JD looked back over at his older brother questioningly. Billy just shrugged back at him being just as confused as he was; what was clear though, was their dad was being quite sincere. Then, just like he had done it a thousand times before, their dad rose, looked down at Carl and announced it was time for bed, and stood there until Carl got up to join him.
Billy and JD watched wide-eyed as their dad placed his hand on the small of Carl's back and escorted him back to his bedroom. Before shutting his door, turned and bid them goodnight, leaving his sons with their mouths open and heads spinning.
Once again, I'd like to thank Sam for his diligent editing skills and proof reading!
I want to emphasize, that while this story isn't a sci-fi story, it is a modern day fantasy and though that may not seem so presient thus far in the story, those fantasy elements will become clearer as it progresses.
As always, comments are always welcome, I love hearing from all of you!
Ulf
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