Exposed: Chapter 8
All week, James fretted about moving out of his father's house and Friday during the morning break, Brock found James and said, "I can't deal with this anymore. I need to get out of here?"
James pulled out his phone and gave his mother a call. Then asked Brock if he was already packed.
Brock nodded and said, "I packed on Wednesday, and then repacked yesterday. This waiting is driving me crazy."
Thirty minutes later, the school counselor asked to speak with Brock. When Brock returned to class he whispered to Kip, " I'm leaving now. That family thing I told you about."
Kip said, "I put a sack on your desk for you." Then Kip winked.
At the same time the counselor was getting Brock out of English, Dean Meyers was getting James out of Physics. It wasn't long before the two had loaded their bags into Brock's car and were headed to NYC.
After dropping James off at the apartment, Brock went to his house. James spent the rest of the afternoon worrying about Brock, and several times picked up his phone to call him, but then remembered their agreement. Brock needed to come out for Brock, not for James. So they decided that once they kissed goodbye, they wouldn't communicate until that evening.
Around 6 p.m., James mother was getting ready to go out for dinner and a show with Aunt Sydney. "Is this a date?" James asked.
Julia said, "M.Y.O.B, The fridge is full, and there are menus for most of the restaurants that deliver in the drawer by the fridge. There is plenty of beer and the liquor cabinet is unlocked. However, no leaving the apartment if you have been drinking. Oh, and no smoking in the apartment."
"Mom, I don't smoke cigarettes."
"And, I wasn't talking about cigarettes."
"Oh, you know."
"Yes, I know. Didn't you ever wonder why your stash was always smaller when you came home from school."
James laughed, and said, "I thought that was the housekeeper. Can I at least smoke on the terrace?"
"I guess so, your aunt does."
"Aunt Sydney smokes!?"
"Don't act surprised, I know you and she got high together when you went to visit her in London. Just be sure to clean up the terrace. I don't need any of my guests finding doobies at my next party."
"Mom, no one says doobie. That was old when you were young."
"I'm still young, and just for that you are not invited when Sydney and I go to Morristown for the Doobie Brothers concert next Summer."
"Okay, serious question. How long have you and Aunt Sydney been..."
"Lovers?"
"Yes."
Julia's phone rang. "That's Sydney, we'll tell you sometime. However I need to go, and you have someone else to focus your attention on." Then she gave James a kiss on the cheek and left.
James ordered a pizza. The Mill Brook cafeteria was actually pretty decent, but they had no idea how to make pizza, especially New York pizza. After placing the order he grabbed a beer and started searching Netflix. He decided to watch a John Mulaney comedy special.
It wasn't until after eight that evening that Brock finally arrived at the apartment building, and James went down to the lobby to get him. He said to the doorman, and said, "I am James Spangler."
"Yes, Mr. Spangler, Penthouse A, what can I do for you?"
"My friend just got off the subway, and will be here soon. I am not sure of the protocol for guests."
"If there is someone at the concierge desk, let them know. If not, tell me, or who ever is here. By the way my name is Frank."
"Nice to meet you, my name is James."
James waited for Brock, and then took him up to the apartment. The elevator stopped and when the doors opened Brock was in complete awe. "This is fucking amazing," was all Brock could say.
"Come on, I'll show you my floor."
"Your floor!?"
"Yeah, this place is actually three floors, We are on the main floor it has a living room, family room, kitchen, and dining room. The floor below has like four bedroom, including the master suite. When mom finally hires a housekeeper, that person's room is also down there. So let me show you my area."
Brock was totally blown away by the third floor. There were actually two bedrooms on the third floor, but one was furnished as James' office. James room was huge, with its own bathroom, and a private terrace.
"I can't believe you have a private terrace," Brock said.
"I know, mom must figure I'm past the jumping phase of teenage angst."
"Are you?" Brock asked.
"Well, there is this guy," James said, "I thought he was like a total jock asshole, but I've kinda changed my mind about him. So I was thinking of hanging around and seeing what happens."
Brock kissed James and said, "Funny thing, the same thing happened to me, except my guy is a nerd asshole."
Next James showed Brock the rec room. It had an beautiful walnut pool table, a couple of old arcade games, and a fully stocked wet bar. Off the rec room was the home theater, complete with a snack bar and popcorn machine.
"Okay, Brock said, "You are the luckiest guy in the world. I know guys that would give their left nut for a set up like this."
"I suppose, but I kinda feel like that kid in the custody battle where both parents are trying to convince the kid to tell the judge who he want to live with."
"But from what you've said about your father, I figure you would chose your mom, even if it meant living in a trailer house in Redneck, Alabama."
James laughed and said, "Probably so. Actually, I think this set up is mom's way of convincing me to enroll in Columbia rather than Harvard, or Princeton." Then James grabbed a couple of beers and said, "Enough about me and my candy-ass life. I want to know how things when with your parents."
They walked out onto the larger of the third floor terraces, the one used for entertaining. It had a great view of Central Park, and Brock said, "It went better than I expected, and it went worse than I expected. My parents were amazing. Of course, I figured mom would just deal with it, but dad was super accepting. I could see all the questions about family and me finding someone. Also, they are strongly Catholic, so the conflict with Church doctrine had to be weighing on them. Probably the most important thing I took from this afternoon, is just how important family is to both me and my parents. Whoever, I finally end up with, has to be a family man. He has to be all about our family, our kids, our relationship."
James smiled, and nodded, without a doubt James would trade everything he'd gotten in the last week for the love of a good man and a happy family. Finally, James asked, "So now, what was the bad part."
"I cried. I cried a lot. I cried like a baby. The emotions were just pouring out so fast it actually hurt, and it hurt worse every time I try to stop crying. Then when my crying triggered my mother and father to cry, I felt like my guts were being ripped from my body." Brock looked at his empty beer bottle and said, "I'm going to need a couple of more of these...at least."
After a few more beers, Brock wasn't really thinking straight and suggested a game of strip pinball. A couple of more beers later, he was standing naked and James had removed one shoe.
"What are you," Brock asked, "some kind of pinball wizard."
"It's simply hand-eye coordination...and the fact that this machine was at the mansion. I grew up playing it. I spent hours playing this. I wonder how Mom was able to pry it out James Sr. grasping fingers."
"So basically you hustled me....again, asshole. So, what was the bet?"
"If I remember your quote it was something like, `loser has to run completely around Central Park totally naked trying to keep a wiener clenched between his butt cheeks'."
"Fuck you, that was not the bet."
"True, the bet was the loser gives the winner a blow job."
"Okay. I'm just warning you, I've never done that, so I might not be very good."
"Well this is your lucky day because I would rather give a great blow job than receive a bad blow job. Pay attention, I have PhD in the fine art of oral stimulation."
James led Brock into the bedroom and pushed him down on the bed. He then grabbed Brock's cock and said, "So, what do we have here?"
Brock giggled and said, My penis."
"Oh, your penis. Has it ever received a blow job."
Brock shook his head from side to side.
"Do you think your penis would like a blow job?"
Brock smiled and nodded.
"You know, you're not really gay until a guy gives you your first blow job."
"No? really."
`Didn't you read your handbook titled A Beginners Guide to Being Gay?"
"I don't think I got a handbook."
"Damn, the Gay Agenda Department keeps falling further and further behind. Next thing you know, they're going to forget about unicorns and rainbows. Well fortunately for you, I am an 32 degree master of the Gay Arts, both Anterior and Posterior."
"Let me guess, you like Harry Potter?"
"Absolutely," James said, "Don't you?"
"Yeah, I will kill you if you tell anyone this, but I and some of the lacrosse guys have a Quidditch team. We plaaaaaaay.....," Brock screamed, and grabbed the bed spread as his entire body shudders. Brock what totally unprepared for how amazing it felt when, without warning, James' lips suddenly wrapped around his cock.
James, knew it wouldn't take much to send the newbie over the edge, and Brock's cock seemed particularly sensitive. However, James was indeed a master of the Art of Fellatio. He kept Brock teetering on the edge for over half an hour. Brock was begging and pleading to be allowed to cum, but James wouldn't let him. When Brock tried to grab his cock and stroke it, James squeezed the boy's balls and said, "Uhhh-uh, you can cum only when I say you can cum."
At the point when Brock feared James might never let him cum, James swallowed all of Brock's cock and began vigorously working it. Suddenly, Brock arched his back and released a massive load into James' throat. James knew Brock had big loads, but this one was ridiculously large and James savored every drop. It was a point of pride for James to never spill another man's seed, regardless of how close he came to drowning.
Finally, James pulled off of the softening cock, and climbed up to rested his head on Brock's chest. Brock whispered, "That was amazing. I think I am addicted to you. You're like a drug. Give me a couple of minutes, and I will do you."
"No."
"Why not?" Brock said a bit hurt.
"Because, I want you to lay here and think about what just happened. What felt good. What felt incredible. As much I want your lips around my cock--and believe me, I do want your lips around my cock--it be be better for you, for me, and anyone else you ever have sex with to focus on your first oral experience, and how it felt, and how it made you feel."
So Brock rolled onto his side, and James spooned into his back and wrapped an arm around Brock's chest. It was warm and tender, and exactly what Brock needed after the emotions of coming out, and James need before the emotions of moving out.
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