Exposed: Chapter 9
The next morning` Brock gently shook James to wake him up. James looked at his alarm and then said, "It's only six o'clock, the movers and Shane won't be at the mansion until nine."
"I know but..." Suddenly Brock disappeared under the covers and the next thing James knew there were a pair of lips wrapped around his cock. James was sure there were at least ten reasons why this wasn't a good idea, but at the moment none came to mind.
Brock lacked the technique and finesse James had demonstrated the night before, but he more than made up for it in sheer enthusiasm. Brock seemed to be on a mission to make up for lost time, and James was the beneficiary of his determination.
Brock said, "If we're going to do this let's both get in on the action, and James positioned them into a 69. James soon noticed that everything he was doing with his lips or tongue, Brock was attempting to replicate. It was like James could use Brock's cock at a remote to program his ideal blow job. It didn't take long for both boys to fill the other's eager mouths. Brock, who was on his hands and knees above James turned around to kiss and share the last remnants of each other's cum.
James said, "It is going to be hard back at school. I will want to wake up like this every morning."
"You know we could."
"No, you and Kip are best friends and there is no way you can move out on him. Plus, I am still, let's say eccentric. I don't think you and I are ready to live together."
"I guess you're right. Kip is my bro."
"So, does that make me your hoe?"
"No, you will never be anybodies hoe."
"Good boy, or I guess I should say good man."
"Actually, I kinda like good boy. It's like you're giving me permission to be carefree and irresponsible. I'm not ready to be a grown up."
"That's it," James said in an ah-ha moment, "That's what bother's me about last weekend. They cut three months off my boyhood, but more than that, I feel like I am being rushed into being a responsible adult."
Brock smiled and said, "James, responsibility doesn't mean you still can't be a kid. Being a kid should be an affirmative action we all take at any age, and any level of responsibility. It means taking time to have fun, to play, to have friends, and to be ourselves. I want to be Peter Pan and never grown up. That doesn't mean I won't have a job, or bills, or adult obligations, but it does mean I don't have to let them define who I am, and you don't have to let them define who you are. You can still be that sarcastic, funny, smart ass. However, now that sarcastic, funny smart ass will be running a multibillion dollar company."
"I was with you, right up to that last sentence."
"My point is you can do both, and be good at both."
"What about you?"
"Do you really want to work on Wall Street?" James asked.
"That's different. No one is handing me a fortune. I have to make a living so I can afford to have fun."
"So, you plan to work fifty weeks of the year, and play two weeks of the year."
"You forgot about weekends. Those are play time. But yes I will have to work, that's what us average Joes have to do."
"Man, you have been at Mill Brook for too long if you think you are an average Joe. We are both part of the wealthy elite in this country, in the world."
"I'm not stupid, I know that, I...."
James kissed Brock, and said, "Are we having our first fight?"
"I'm sorry."
"About what?" James said.
"I should be taking care of you today, not debating with you."
"No, you are doing exactly what I need; you are taking my mind off of today. I should be the one apologizing. I love debating ideas. Remember, I'm a nerd, debate is our sport. I just forget not everyone likes playing the game."
"Sorry. You know, I'm just an ugly, dumb jock with a small dick," Brock said, with sad puppy eyes.
"Oh, now you're just fishing for compliments. Okay, I'll bite. First, you are fucking hot preppy boy, and you know it. If there's a troll in this bed, it's me...."
"Brock jumped in, "Now who's fishing for compliments?"
"Hey, I'll admit it. Being next to you, especially naked, makes me self-conscious. Now to continue, you a definitely a jock, but I retract any prior comments concerning your lack of intellectual capability. Finally, as for your dick, I find it a satisfying mouthful."
"Satisfying mouthful? um, I I've read more enthusiastic Yelp reviews of an Applebees."
"I can't give you five stars until I've tried everything on the menu. But now, we need to get showered and dressed. Shane just texted he will be here in early to pick us up. We're getting breakfast before heading over to meet the movers."
James' ensuite had a huge walk-in shower Brock said "I think this shower is bigger than the shower in team locker room back at school."
"I am sure your team shower was kept small to promote team unity, not because the school board of director are cheap ass son-of-bitches."
Brock got quite, and said, "I guess I'll have to get used to showing alone when I tell everyone I'm gay."
James gave Brock a huge and said, "Remember you don't have to tell them anything. Things with you and the team don't have to change."
"I think we both know things have already changed, besides," Brock said, putting on a smile, "Kip will still shower with me."
After Shane picked them up, he took them to a diner that could have been the inspiration for the one on Seinfeld. Shane was wearing casual clothes, rather than the business suits James was used to seeing him in. So, when Shane removed his windbreaker, it was the first time James got a look at his build. It was obvious that Shane was in good shape, and wasn't a stranger at the gym.
Shane noticed that James was wearing a Columbia sweatshirt and asked whether that was where he was going to college.
"I have until next week to accept one of my earlier admissions offers, and Columbia is probably where I will go. I've lived in a dorm for six years, it might actually be good to live at home."
"Don't let him fool you with that homesick BS," Brock said, "He's got a sweet setup at his mother's place. He'd be crazy to trade that for a dorm room."
Shane said, "Yeah, from what I saw of the place, I would have to agree. So Brock, you're wearing a Fordham sweatshirt; is that we're you are going?"
"I was planning on it. It made a lot of sense a month ago. I could live at home, they've offered me a soccer scholarship, and my family is very Catholic. My parents met at Fordham."
"So, if you don't mind me asking, what had changed?"
"I've decided to come out, and Fordham is a Jesuit school. I really like the place and would love to play soccer there, but I don't know if they will feel the same about me. So at this point I don't know. Maybe, Jimmy here will hire me as his personal trainer."
"Brock what did I say about calling me Jimmy?"
"Oh, sorry."
"No wait," Shane said, "what is this Jimmy issue?"
"James doesn't like to be called Jimmy," Brock said.
Shane smiled, and James said, "Oh, crap."
"What?" Brock said in confusion.
"Mr. Don't-Call-Me-Jimmy called me Skippy in front was a room full of lawyers and their clients."
"Really James," Brock said in a scolding tone, "That's mean."
"I apologized. Really neither of you seem to accept sorry for an answer."
"Said the pot to the kettle," Brock said.
"Okay, yes, I am a hypocrite. So, ... I was going to say sue me ... but that would be like waving a red cape in a bull ring," James said motioning toward Shan.
"And, don't you forget it," Shane said. "So another personal question you don't have to answer, but you two, are you just friends?"
James looked at Brock and said, "Go ahead, I also want to hear your answer to this question."
Brock thought for a moment, then said, "I am going to go out on a limb and say, we're friends who are boys, and at least one of us wants to be boyfriends, but he is willing to wait for the other boy to decide what he wants."
James looked at Shane and said, "If I just followed what Brock said, we are boyfriends." Brock smiled and gave James a kiss.
Shane looked at his watch and said, "Let's finish up, so we can meet the movers."
Once back in Shane's Jeep he said, "Let me tell you how this will go down. Your father will not be on the property. We will be met by one of your father's attorneys and a Miss Betty Dawson. They will oversee the move. From what I understand, Miss Dawson has supervised the packing of your possessions, and has a inventory for you to review. If there is something missing from the inventory, then she will try to find it. If she can't find it elsewhere in the house, or if you discover anything else missing late, I will contact your father on your behalf. If there is a dispute about an item, your father will retain possession until the dispute is resolved. Any questions?"
"No except, is this the way this normally goes when a family splits?" James asked.
"I don't practice family law, so I got help from one of our associates that does, her comment was she had never seen anything as civil as this was. That's also what we heard from both your parent's attorneys. Even the transfer of control of Pierce International was comparatively bloodless."
"I see," James said. "Anything else."
"Yes, there will be a slight delay in yours things getting to the apartment, because after we leave, the movers will be loading Miss Dawson's possessions and moving them to your mother's apartment."
James smiled. In many ways Betty Dawson was like his grandma. She always remembered his birthday and baked a cake. She made sure his favorite cookies were in the cookie jar when he came home for the holidays or the Summer. But, most importantly, when he needed someone to talk to, she was there.
It really didn't take much to move James. He wasn't taking any of the furniture and a lot of his clothes were at Mill Brook. Brock did note that for a guy that didn't play sports, James had a lot of sports gear. In addition to three tennis rackets, James had a road bike and a trail bike, two sets of golf clubs, backpacking and camping gear, snow skis, and riding equipment.
James also had five or six boxes of antique model trains that once belonged to his maternal grandfather.
From his bedroom were the usual collection of memorabilia and awards. His computer, electronics, and games. The last boxes packed were from the library. James was an avid reader and often bought autographed hardcover books by his favorite authors. His fraternal grandfather left him a collection of old and rare books, including a signed first edition copy of `Profiles in Courage' by John F. Kennedy.
When all of James possessions were packed, and he was satisfied everything he wanted was on the truck, Shane, took James and Brock back to the apartment.
"The moving truck should be here in around a half hour," Shane said. "Just give me a call if there is anything wrong or missing. Also, do you have the Signal app on your phone?"
"No, why?"
"That is what the firm used for secure messaging with our clients. It encrypts all messages and doesn't collect user data. It's free, so please download it so we can text each other when we need to talk business."
"Got it," James said. "I'll do that when I get up to the apartment. Also, I am so sorry for screwing up your weekend."
"Again you never need to apologize to me for asking me to earn my fees. Besides, my fiancé was out late last night catching up with her sorority sisters. She's probably just waking up."
After goodbye's, James and Brock went up to the apartment. Julia and Sydney were sitting on the dining room terrace having coffee and eating a late brunch when James and Brock found them. "Are you boys hungry?" Julia asked, "There's plenty of food in the kitchen."
"Thanks," Brock said, "The coffee and coffee cake are what I want."
"That sounds good. Can you bring me some too," James asked.
"James Spangler!" Julia scolded, "You don't ask your company to serve you!"
"James, is more than company; he's my boyfriend."
"What?" Julia and Sydney said in unison.
"Last night, James came out to his parents. Then this morning during breakfast, Shane ask how we described our relationship, and it just sort of turned out that boyfriends describes it best. Isn't that right sweetie pie."
"That's right honey bunch," Brock said while handing James a piece of coffee cake and a cup of coffee."
"Obviously this is brand new," James said, "and we definitely need to work on pet names among other things, but you two are the first to know."
Julia and Sydney both stood up and gave Brock a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Then James added, "I'm out at Mill Brook, but Brock isn't. So, we need you two not to say anything since there are a lot of kids at school whose parents run in your social circles."
"Of course," Julia said, "but, would it be okay if I invite Brock's parents over for Sunday dinner?"
Brock smiled and said, "Of course; they would like that, and so would I."
"The next thing is my college decision," James said. "I am sure that after Tuesday, I can show up on any college campus in this country the day before classes begin and say let me in, and they will. However, I worked hard to be in a position that I didn't have to use the Pierce name to get what I want, so I want to be admitted on merit. Next week is the deadline for accepting some of my offers of early admission. One of those deadlines is Columbia. I am leaning that way, in no small part due to that incredible space upstairs you are obviously holding out as a carrot to get me to chose your alma mater."
Julia and Sydney were both smiling, and occasionally glancing at each other.
"Okay, time out," James said, "I need to know, how long have you two been a thing?"
"A thing," Sydney said, pretending not to understand.
"Aunt Sydney, you are my favorite aunt, but you'd better not lie to me."
"James, I am your only aunt, which also makes me you least favorite aunt. What a chore it is to be both loved and hated, at the same time."
Julia said, " Okay, this wasn't the way I had wanted to air the family laundry, but here it goes. Sydney and I are both bisexual, although your aunt would say she is pansexual, whatever that means. The point is, neither of us care about our partner's genitalia. However when we met in college it was far more than just gender and genitals, it was about passion, caring, sharing ourselves completely, not just sexually. And we've never lost that."
"I introduced your mother to my brother," Sydney said. "At the time I thought James would be the perfect husband for Julia. He was kind, and tender. He loved deeply and with passion. So when they married, I left the country, not because I was running away, but because they need space free the past."
"But around the time you turned ten, James Sr. changed," Julia said. "He became self-centered and a bully. It was all about him. I would grow to hate the man as much I had once loved him. The worst part, was I had to send you away."
"My brother was become abusive and erratic. Julia no longer could trust him around you, so it was she and I, that decided to send you to boarding school, not your father."
That piece of news landed on James like a rock. It was his mother, with the help of his aunt, who damned him to hell.
James jumped up and ran upstairs. Brock was stunned and just looked for Julia to Sydney and back to Julia, until he followed James up stairs.
James was laying on his bed and sobbing, so Brock lay down beside him and wrapped James in his arms. When James stopped sobbing enough to speak, he asked, "Did I chose the wrong parent?"
Brock gently stroked James' hairs and kissed his forehead. Then he took a deep breath, and said, "You may hate me for saying this, but maybe your mother made the right decision. James tried to pull away from Brock, but Brock held him tight.
"How could you say that? They sent me into exile."
"Perhaps, but did they save you from becoming your father. How many time have you told me you don't want to be like him. Would your father have eventually broken you and remade you in his image. Think about it, Mill Brook made you strong, independent, caring, thoughtful, provocative, and gave you a voice. Would you have gotten that living with our father in his mansion on Long Island?"
"In his heart James knew Brock was right. Had James stayed at home he would most likely have become his father, perhaps worse."
Brock hear the ding of an elevator and Brock knew it was the movers. He got up and went to meet them. "Hey guys," he said, "we're not ready to put things into rooms. So just leave all of the boxes here in the rec. room and we will decide where it must goes."
"Sure thing boss. and the movers stated stacking boxes in the rec. room. As Brock was giving the mover's directions. He saw Betty Dawson come up the stairs and head to James' room.
When Brock finally was able to get away and head to the room. He heard, Betty saying, "James, I more than anyone know how bad it was for you those early years at Mill Brook. I could feel the pain in every letter you wrote me. But baby, you momma was in pain too. She had to take her share and your share, and your daddy's own share of his anger. I don't know what changed your daddy, but he changed. Your mother was desperate to get you to someplace beyond his immediate reach. I know Mill Brook wasn't ideal, but that was your daddy's school. That was where he went to school, and it was the only place he would agree to send you. He gave your momma no choice, and it broke her heart. She cried for days every time you went back to that place."
James got up, gave Betty a hug, and wiped away is tears. Then he saw Brock hanging just outside the bedroom door and said, "Are you sure to don't want to send your defective boyfriend back to Gay Amazon for a refund?"
"Not on your life," and instantly Brock had James in his arms.
Betty said, "I'm going to make another pot of coffee. This family is going to need it."
Finally, around three in the afternoon, James and Brock came down the stairs to the main floor. Julia, Sydney, and Betty were sitting around the dining room table drinking coffee, eating cookies, and softly talking.
James gave his mother and aunt and gave each a kiss and said, "I'm sorry. I never even considered how hard it was for you to send me to Mill Brook; and as much as I hate to admit it, Mill Brook was hell for me because I made it my own personal hell. I wanted to be miserable."
The group was quiet for several minutes, the Julia said, "I guess you're not going to Columbia."
James looked at her and gave half a smile and said, "That depends on where Brock its going to school."
Julia and Sydney looked at Brock who felt like a deer stuck in headlights. Finally, he shrugged and said, Al's Barber College."
Everyone laughed and James said, "Bottom line, in my Disney world view. I go to Columbia, Brock goes to college somewhere in NYC. We live together upstairs, we study during the week, party on the weekends and fuck every night. Just two lost boys refusing to grow up, at least until I turn 25."
Julia said, "James Spangler Pierce! You expect me to accept debauchery, licentiousness, and unspeakable acts of perversion at all hours, under my roof?!"
James sheepishly nodded, and a stern faced Julia Spangler stood. Staring at him with ice cold eyes. Then her scowl softened in to a smile and she said. Welcome home, son!"
That evening James and Brock were getting ready for bed, and James said, "I have never laughed and cried as much in one day as today. Hell, half the time I was doing both at the same time."
Brock started laughing, "Sorry babe, Kip gave me a present before we left. I stuffed it in the side compartment of my duffle and didn't open it until just now. Here read this," and handed James a letter.
Hey Bro,
I love you man, and I hope this weekend is everything you've been dreaming about for weeks. I bought you some supplies, I hope you can use them.
Love, Kip Your brother from another mother.
After James read the letter, Brock handed him the sack. The first think James pulled out was a bottle Swiss Navy Lube, and the second was a box of Trojan condoms."
"Oh, so Kip thinks you're going to fuck me this weekend?"
"I don't think so," Brock said, "Look again at the box."
James took another look at the box and saw it was Trojan Magnums, and Brock said, "Those aren't for me."
James hesitated and Brock said, "Hey, you're not getting any smaller, so it doesn't matter if you fuck me tonight, tomorrow, or next year. I am not going go back and tell Kip I am still a virgin."
James remembered the night he first had sex with Rex. Rex was gentle, patient, and very communicative. Rex's voice was almost hypnotic as he talked James through the foreplay, the entry, and the various strokes and positions. James knew it was that constant communication that relaxed him and made his first time so damn good.
James leaned down and started to kiss Brock, and it wasn't long before Brock was becoming more aggressive. James pulled back and said, "Easy there stud. Tonight the tone is soft and sensual." Then James again began kissing, and each time Brock began to move too fast, James backed off. Eventually, Brock relaxed and let James set the pace.
James move so he could whisper in Brock's ear. "The world right now is just you and me. There is no one I am focus on beside you. Nothing matters more to me than that you are safe, satisfied, and loved. If I do something you're not comfortable with, or you don't want to do, or hurts, I need you to tell me. I need you to do that for me because if I harm you in anyway, I will not forgive myself."
Brock smiled and nodded.
James again kissed Brock and began to slowly gently touch his cock. Brock moaned, and as James began kissing his way to his boyfriend's ever so hard cock. Each time James' lips and tongue inched closer, the need inside Brock grew.
When James' tongue reached Brock's straining manhood, he said, "I have never seen anything as perfect, or as sexy as your cock." James then wrapped his lips around the head and slowly worked his way down until every millimeter was throbbing in his mouth. Then just as slowly he pulled off, and said, "You taste so good. I can't believe how much precum is leaking from your cock." After a few minutes, James began slide it in and out of his mouth like he was slurping on a popsicle on a hot day.
Brock was so focused on how good his cock felt, that at first he didn't notice James fingering his ass and applying a liberal amount of lube. It wasn't until James put a bit of pressure on Brock's hole with a finger that he noticed and tensed. James said, "I know that feels strange, but just try to relax...Yes, that's my boy. That's how you do it." James slowly worked more lube inside Brock, and he relaxed to allow more of James' fingers inside.
When James felt Brock was ready he rolled a condom onto his stiff manhood and covered it with more lube. "Okay stud, I want you to get on all fours in the middle of the bed." When Brock had done so, James moved behind him. "Now I'm going to put the tip of my cock against your hole... Do you feel that?"
"Yes, I feel it. It is such a turn on."
"Now," James said, "I am not going to push into you; you are going to push back onto me. You will be in control of how fast and how far my cock penetrates you. It will also help if you push out like you're using the bathroom. Whenever you're ready, you can start."
Brock pushed and stopped, and then pushed again. "Yeah, that's my star athlete?" James said in encouragement.
One more push, and Brock's hole gave entrance to the tip of James' cock. "Oh fuck that is soooo big," Brock hissed.
"Just stay like that," James coached. "Let yourself get used to it. You are so determined, I can't believe how determined you are to take my cock. There's no rush. Take whatever time you need."
Brock continued to push himself onto James cock. "When Brock had taken half James' eight inches. James leaned forward, and said, "That is so good. You are doing so well. Do you want to feel something amazing."
Brock nodded, and Jame said, "Stay still for a bit." Then James began slowly pumping, and with each thrust James aimed for Brock's prostate, and the groans told James he was hitting the target. With each thrust James moved his cock a fraction of an inch deeper into virgin territory. Brock was so lost in the pleasure of James working his prostate that Brock didn't notice that James had fuck himself all the way in.
As Brock continued to adjust to his first time, James gradually picked up his pace until he was at a medium fuck. "Oh, damn, I can't wait any longer. I'm going to cum," and cum was what Brock did, long white ropes of cum landed on the blanket beneath him. Brock shudders, his arms failed, and he collapsed on the bed with James on top of him.
After giving Brock time to catch his breath, James asked, "Do you want me to stop?"
"Don't you dare stop. I want to feel everything."
So, James began to slowly fuck, but soon Brock was demanding more. James began stroking deeper and harder.
"Faster," Brock cried, "Faster!"
Suddenly to James' surprise and amazement Brock began cumming again. Then an orgasm hit James like a nine magnitude earthquake. He release so much cum he wondered if the condom could actually hold it. James completely collapse onto Brock's muscular and sweaty back. Occasionally, an aftershock ran through James body, down his cock, and into Brock's tight ass.
"That was amazing." Brock said.
James kissed the space between Brock's shoulder blades, then said, "You're amazing, and I can't believe how quickly you could cum again."
"Yeah, for some reason I was blessed with a very short refractory period."
James rolled onto the bed and said, "Refractory period? It sound like you've done some research."
"One day the guys on the lacrosse team were talking about how many times they could cum in an hour. It was then that I found out I was different."
"So how many times can you cum in an hour?"
"I've done seven," Brock said.
"Damn, the most I've ever done it three, and the last one took forever."
"So," Brock said, "the bed is kind of gross."
James laughed, and said, "Yeah, when you're in the middle of sex, rolling around in warm cum isn't the least bit noticeable. However, when you're finished and the cum is cold, then it's pretty icky. I'd say we should change the sheets, but I don't think we're done yet?"
"Oh, why's that?"
"You haven't fucked me."
"I don't know about that," Brock said with a note of uncertainty.
"Look, you don't want to tell Kip you're still half-a-virgin, do you?"
"I was told there is no such thing as half-a-virgin."
"That may be true for heteros, but in the gay world there its a rainbow of virginity. Now, let's go grab a shower, and I need to get ready for round two."
In the shower, Brock was super attentive to James. He massaged James shoulders and back, kissed him, and washed every part of his body. At one point James almost laughed imagining what the nerds and jocks back a Mill Brook would think about a jock giving a nerd such sensual attention.
James turned to face Brock and gave him kiss. As they kissed He ran his hands over Brock's athletic pecs and abs. James had realized how much the feel of a muscular guy turned him on, and had already decided to hit the gym to work on his own body, so he wouldn't feel so self-conscious going to the beach with Brock.
James looked into Brock's eyes and asked, "Are you ready."
Concern was written across Brock's face, and he said, "I just don't want to hurt you."
"Listen cowboy, this ain't my first rodeo. So, if anyone is in for a wild ride, it's you."
When they were dried off and back in the room, Brock again had that look of concern on his face.
"Now what?" James asked.
"Those condoms won't fit me. I'm not..."
James put his hand over Brock's mouth and said, "Don't you dare finish that sentence, but I know what you mean." James then walked over to his duffle bag and pulled out a box of standard condoms, and said, "I think these will fit. Now get up on that bed!"
James knew what he wanted. He had Brock lie on his back and put his hand behind his head. "Fuck you are so hot," James said, he then began kissing and licking Brock's cock. It didn't take long for Brock to be hard as a steel pipe. James tore open the condom and slowly rolled it onto Brock, he then covered it with lube and used a finger to work some lube into his own ass.
"Are you ready, stud?"
Brock nodded, and James began lowering himself onto Brock. It felt so good, to once again have a cock buried inside his gut. James held still for a moment to savor the feeling of fullness before starting to ride Brock.
James started moving up and down to the rhythm of someone riding a horse at a walking gait. After a few minutes he increased the gait to a trot, and Brock began to squirm and twist. Several times Brock started to reach for James cock, and each time James slapped it away. Twenty minutes later, Brock was chomping at the bit.
Finally, James change to a cantor gate, and it wasn't long before he could feel Brock's cock swell and pulse as he fills the condom's reservoir with spunk. Brock's orgasm spurred James on to his own, and he increased the gait to a full gallop. Then just when James feared he might not finish before Brock lost his erection, James' cock exploded, sending ribbons of cum to coat Brock's pecs and abs.
James reach down and scooped up some of the cum, tasted it, and shared it. Brock grabbed James and pulled him down for a kiss, then said, "I can't believe, how what I feel, what I think, and what I want have changed so much in such a short of time."
James smile and gave Brock a kiss. Then Brock smiled, and asked, "Is it too soon to say the....."
James stopped Brock from finishing his question with a kiss. Then he smiled and said, "Not until Thanksgiving."
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