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Ian's Extra Credit - Chapter 11
Friday, oh dear god Friday, finally. Quiet murmuring in the classroom as we anticipate the soon to arrive end of the week. Not sure why but I've felt a bit stressed the last few days. Probably a combination of all the changes that have happened in my life, and the crap I have to deal with in a couple of weeks. I'm lucky that I don't experience severe anxiety, or really any. Never. But my brain has been full of a great deal of information about things that really don't interest me. However knowing this will allow me to ensure that my future makes a clean break from the past. Knowledge is power.
Mom started making small changes some years back but she sometimes had trouble making decisions that would negatively impact someone else. She is very compassionate, I like to think I am too, but there are times when compassion gets in the way of the proper decision. And is the proper decision the right decision? That can be debated. Other times she felt thwarted by the ideas of others. Others that have been there far longer and have their own base of support.
I have an ability to shut off my compassionate side when necessary. I can be completely dispassionate, unaffected by emotional arguments, in many ways an asshole. Oddly, my mom, who could never achieve this was the one who told me what was needed. Okay, and my admiration for Mr. Spock helps to guide me. I am going to make some enemies. I am going to make more very, very unhappy. Angry. For me, at this time I feel the proper decision is also the right decision. And I hold all the cards, or rather I will. No need for any stress. An hour, two tops, and it will be done. I may get some more attention at school than usual afterwards but that is unavoidable. Damn, fuck me again. Anything but attention.
The final bell rings brining immediate joy to several hundred students. Another long week over. I gather my stuff and head out to the parking lot to meet the guys. It is a dreary and drizzly day. Grey. Clouds hang heavy above us. It is one of those days where the cold and damp penetrate your whole body.
"Hey Chris," Ian says grabbing me in a hug and giving me a quick kiss.
"Ian what are you doing? Here?" I say startled.
"Oh god, I kinda forgot. Do you think anyone saw? He says.
"Oh they saw," says Steve as he approaches. "You should have heard the gasps. I didn't hear anything nasty though. Maybe a couple of `eeeewwws'. Any real shit would come from the crowd on that side of the lot and they all hang out facing the pond."
"That's where you always hung out Steve." says Sammy. "They were your crowd and you're not like that."
"I never had a crowd to hang out with, just next to. But guess what? You will never believe what happened to me today. Rachel came on to me. She said she thinks I'm cute. Isn't that great guys? Wow, a girl thinks I'm cute." he laughs.
"Tough chichis chica, he's taken." Sammy yells.
We jump in the car laughing, all four of us. Sammy gave up his cherished walks to ride with Steve in the back seat. Hands all over each other. Young love is so cute. Oh fuck. Listen to me. Better order my rocking chair soon.
"You realize guys," I say to Sammy and Steve as we arrive home. "if rumours spread about me and Ian, they are going to start talking about you too."
"Yeah, I've been thinking about that." Sammy says. "I think it's time I had a talk with mom. I'd rather it comes from me. I've been preparing and rehearsing for a long time. It took me forever to find just the right words but I know exactly what I am going to say, and well, it's time. Will you come with me Steve? I'd rather just get this done."
"Sure Sammy, but what if she doesn't like me?" Steve says with genuine concern and some nervousness.
"Steve this won't be the most difficult thing I have to tell her, by far. I've yet to inform her that I don't want to be a doctor or a lawyer. I love you. She'll love you. Just be prepared to hear a tiny round Mexican woman let loose with a barrage of Yiddish in a Spanish accent. She will go on a brief emotional roller coaster ride, guilt me for a few minutes and then she will be hugging and kissing both of us."
"Okay, let's go. Let's do this." Steve says as they head out.
"Don't forget to ask your mom about her recipes Sammy." I yell behind them.
"So, Ian, you just can't help yourself can you?" I ask him pointedly.
"What do you mean? Ohhhh, yeah, sorry, just so happy to see you knowing that the weekend is starting. I miss you when we are at school. We can't really hide this forever. People are already talking about me living here. My new clothes, new shoes. Fuck, new attitude." he replies.
"Yeah I guess, I just like to plan things. You are a bit more spontaneous. This is twice now. I think you want people to know." I cause him to ponder. "So, how have you found it with Steve living here, all okay?"
"More than okay. Every time I go to take care of a chore he has already done it. And he is great with the vacuum. And well, I'm really finding myself getting closer to him. We never took the time to talk much before, you know? He likes to talk to me because he sees me and him as more alike. Okay poor. And with really shitty lives. He's smart, not smart like you but really smart. He's funny and I think I'm one of the first people to just listen to him. Like he never wanted to play sports but his dad forced him. No one on the team knows that. Surprising, he's pretty good. But you have to stop taking in strays Chris. We'll overrun the place." Ian confesses with a chuckle.
"Ian, let's go for a walk." We put on some coats, it's still miserable, and head out back, around the Quonset hut and past the greenhouse. Just past that is a tall green hedge and beyond that a long, two story, impressive stone building. Heading around to the front Ian sees the track for the first time.
"What the fuck is this?" he blurts in surprise.
"This is where Harold or my dad, or I guess now you, run in the cars. Once the weather is better Harold will have you taking them out for a spin." I see Ian's eyes go wide. Did Harold not tell him this. Oh shit, did I ruin a surprise? "The streets are full of potholes so this is a lot better for the girls. And driving these around town would attract unwanted attention.
And this." opening the door and turning on the overhead lights, "is dad's guest accommodations."
We walked around the ground floor while Ian took in the large and opulent dining room, games room, lounge and fully equipped catering kitchen. Half of the ground floor is taken up with an expansive and sumptuous two bedroom apartment. Upstairs I show Ian the ten large single bedrooms each with a luxurious private bath. These were designed for wealth.
"Why does your dad have this?" Ian asks.
"He held an annual fundraising event that attracted big money Jag owners. They would stay here. The apartment went each year to whoever won some contest they held the previous year. It was really popular and they raised a lot of money for charities. But here's the thing. I've been thinking..."
"Uh oh. What's going on in that pretty little head?" Ian inquires.
"The other day when you were telling me about Steve's place you asked how many kids live like him. It made me realize I had to stop only thinking about that and do something. I've been on the phone with child services in the city. Ian, there are a lot of gay kids, just like us, on the street. Thrown out of their homes by monsters, not parents. I've got a headhunter looking for a fully qualified psychologist and social worker. They can have the apartment and the kids can live upstairs. We can have a teacher or any other needed support come in as well.
Helping our friends is one thing. But in a way still selfish because they mean something special to us as friends. This is a way to help kids that have no one, nothing, and I, sorry, we have nothing to do with who gets to live here. We just provide the space and the funding. Neither one is a problem. I want to start feeling completely selfless once in a while. This is going to be our personal project Ian, something we can both take pride in."
"Chris, that sounds fantastic. I haven't been able to stop thinking about how Steve was living and there are kids with even less than that. But can they find ten gay kids? Seems like a lot." Ian says.
"This will only make a small dent Ian. I had no idea either. There are a lot of kids like us that have no one. It's hard to not get personally involved but this is best left to professionals. A lot of these kids are really troubled, damaged, and need support. We have the four of us to take care of and we're something of a handful." I tell him.
Back in the kitchen I'm making a big pot of rich, creamy hot chocolate. It is one of those days where it is the perfect beverage. Ian pops back into the kitchen, we've both changed out of our school clothes to begin getting comfy. The wind and freezing rain are picking up. I kind of like this kind of weather. Well, the view from when I'm inside.
I hear the front door swing open, the wind whistling into the foyer. Steve and Sammy are drenched, freezing and they are both laughing, finding levity in their shared, excessively moist state. They stroll hand in hand to their room. Sammy's talk with his mom must have gone pretty well. After drying off and changing they sit down at the kitchen table.
"So how did it go Sammy?" I ask hesitantly.
"Wait, can I tell them Sammy?" Steve asks excitedly. Sammy nods, smiling. "Well we walked in, I thought Sammy was going to ask his mom to sit down and he would tell her he was gay and then tell her about me but I forgot who I was dealing with."
Sammy is grinning wide. I place the marshmallow topped mugs of chocolate on the table.
"We walked in, the place smelled amazing. What was that Sammy?" Steve asks.
"Kishka." Sammy replies.
"Right, kishka. Okay, well anyway I was a bit nervous, you know right? And then Sammy said `Mamala, this is Steve, my boyfriend.' I couldn't fucking believe it. She took one look at me, let out a squeal and started crying and waving her arms around." As both Sammy and Steve give their impressions of her.
"I thought she was upset or mad. But guys, she was so happy. Then she told Sammy she knew he was gay since he was five and was waiting for him to tell her. Why didn't he tell her? She's his mother. She gave birth to him. She called me, what was that Sammy?" Steve says.
"She called you her eidim. Her son-in-law." Sammy explains, looking ecstatic.
Both guys are sitting there looking so happy. God if I could bottle that and sell it. Pure happiness. I love our weekends.
"So I helped Sammy move his things into the basement and then we came home. God, home. It feels good to say that." Steve says.
"Why did you move your stuff to the basement Sammy?" I ask.
"Oh, my mom's little sister, her husband and my irritating 8 year old cousin Hannah are moving in for a while and I'm giving them my room. My mom was going to have them stay in the basement but I spend most of my time down there with my weights anyway." Sammy says.
"Sammy, why don't you ask your mom if you can stay here while they are living there? It's only a couple of blocks away and it would give them more space. Give her a call." I untwist the dangling cord and hand him the phone.
Sammy and Steve look toward each other, begin to giggle quietly and then laugh out loud. "I already asked her. Steve said once you heard I was sleeping in the basement you would insist I stay here. She said yes." Sammy says grinning, Steve's wide smile matching his own.
"And you can set up your weights in the extra room off of the studio. It's not being used." I inform him. "You little bastards." I shake my head. Could I love these two any more?
"And of course she fed us, and fed us. So we're not that hungry for dinner." Sammy says.
"Hey no problem. I make a wicked pizza. I'll make some later on. What do you guys want to do tonight?" I inquire.
"I know I want to get baked. Guess what guys? I haven't smoked all week. I used to have to get high before school every day. It made me not care so much about how shitty I felt. But I've felt good all week and now I want to celebrate." Steve tells us.
"You were my best customer Steve." says Ian. "Nice to hear though that you don't feel you always need it anymore. Even though I grow it I usually limit myself to weekends. Some kids at school are in a haze all the time."
"I was one of them. I owe you so big guys. A couple of days ago I looked in the mirror when I woke up. For the first time, I didn't call myself a worthless piece of shit. More than once I thought about, you know, checking out. I'm glad I didn't. Thanks again." Steve tells us with both a smile and some tears.
"You're worth the world to me Steve. Let's have a hot tub party." suggests Sammy with enthusiasm.
"But it's freezing rain outside." Ian states.
"There's an awning that extends over the tub Ian. If it's not frozen stuck it will work. Let me check." I say as I go and try the switch. Sure enough the pale green and white striped canvas slowly extends its reach until the hot tub is protected from the rain. I head outside, taking a case of beer with me, damn it is miserable. I get the tub open, do a quick chemical check, all okay, turn on the underwater lights and head back inside, my body deeply chilled after only a few minutes of exposure to this damp winter's evening.
"Works great." as I return to the rec room. "Get rolling honeybuns." No, don't like that one. `I'll go get the drinks." as I head to the kitchen.
Returning with a tray of drinks and some chips and pretzels I see Sammy scrutinizing Ian and Steve as they expertly roll a pile of joints. "Cool, they can do it so fast." he says.
So we do our usual. Four intensely close friends sitting by a roaring fire, enjoying our drinks and our weed. These moments are a nice time for just casual conversation but each time we all end up discovering a bit more about each other. A few times I have almost let something slip but this is one rare situation in which I cannot be one hundred percent honest and open. I will when the time comes but it still makes me feel uncomfortable not sharing. And it's not that I worry about their ability to stay quiet, it's just that it is really complicated to explain as this is not an area in which any of them have even an iota of experience. I think it will be easier once the crap part is behind me.
I still, every day, have moments of amazement about the changes that have happened in such a brief period. I've gone from being a loner to having a boyfriend and two outstanding best friends living with me. Friends I want to get even closer to but Ian and I have talked about things and any kind of foursome is not something either of us want. I do still grab my moments when I have to spend some time wandering around in my head alone, but I now realize what I have been missing for so many years. Companions.
"I'm getting a bit hungry," says Ian gobbling down the remains of the pretzels. "Are we going to eat before or after the hot tub?"
"We have to wait a bit Ian." I tell him. "What's good Sammy, around 11?"
"You said pizza right? Yup 11 is cool." he replies.
"Oh yeah, sorry, forgot." Ian says nodding.
We do try to stick by Sammy and support his efforts to connect with at least his cultural if not his religious background. I confess though that nowadays three steaks get cooked in butter and one in olive oil. For me, butter is a religious requirement.
"Ready guys? Let's head out." I decide.
As we stand facing the patio doors I think back to the first time Ian and I stood here. How nervous I was. Seems like eons ago. Now the four of us stood here. A camaraderie constructed. For the first time I am beginning to understand the appeal of being part of a team. It feels nice.
`"Let's go!" yells Ian. He, Sammy and I get quickly undressed leaving Steve standing there. He laughs then strips down. Tall, lean tight body. He's put on a bit of needed weight. But honestly I was expecting to see something else, this for the first time, but all I saw was a fluffy red bush and a rather small red cock head buried within. I generally have an excellent poker face but I guess the weed and booze lowered my control. Steve noticed where my gaze was directed.
"That's right, you haven't met the red menace yet." Steve says proudly.
Have they been taking a piss? Is Steve's nickname an attempt at irony? I shoot Ian a quick glance that instantly communicates my immediate thoughts.
"He's a grower Chris. He got teased a bit in the showers until that one day. Fuck remember that day Steve? Right after winning the game against Lincoln Heights?" Ian asks. Steve nods, again with great pride. "Well guys, for whatever reason Stevie here popped some wood. It happens to all the guys at times. We're fucking teens. Anyway, he was facing the wall, his back to us, and then Mark..."
"Glen." Interrupts Steve.
"Glen? I could have sworn, oh that's right it was Glen, sorry. Anyway Glen says, `hiding your little red mushroom Steve?' Well Steve just turned around and faced us. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. Every guy in the showers was just staring, their jaws open. Then silently they all went back to washing their tiny dicks. You were never teased again were you Steve?" Ian asks.
"Never, and hey Chris, don't worry, I'm sure that hot water out there will help to put this puppy on display." Steve says grinning.
Now I'm the embarrassed one, caught staring. But then again, from the way Ian was talking, all guys are curious, not just us gay kids. Ian opens the door and we run out and quickly jump into the hot, bubbling water. We just hang out drinking and smoking and more laughter than any of us have heard in a long time. Me and Ian, well yeah, we're a couple and Steve and Sammy are too but the four of us have this bond that I struggle to define or describe. Four very different people who are so incredibly lucky to have found each other.
"Time for a break guys," I inform them. I don't want anyone overheating.
We all move to sit on the tub's edge, and without question the bubbles and jets have had the same effect on each of us. I am very obviously trying not to look obvious while I direct my gaze to Steve. Hey I have to clear this up.
"Jesus Christ." I blurt, louder than intended. Sammy said `like a baby's arm holding a baseball' and shit was he right. Dear lord. I thought taking Ian was tough. Oh poor Sammy. Where was that thing hiding?
"You guys each owe me a buck," says Steve happily to Sammy and Ian. "Chris, I guessed you would say Jesus Christ,' Ian said you would say holy fuck,' Sammy said, shit what was it Sammy?"
"I said you would say, `Sweet baby Jesus on a tortilla. Would someone please explain to me where that came from? I'm going to have to do some reading on this.'" Sammy says bursting into laughter.
"Fuckers!" I yell to my three best buds. "If it weren't you guys I'd be a bit embarrassed."
"Why?" Says Steve. "Ian and I have both seen a lot of guys naked. Soft and hard. There are plenty of guys a lot bigger than you who are a lot smaller than you. I mean bigger," holding his hands spaced vertically, "and smaller," holding his fingers inches apart. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of. Ian and are freaks.
After bubbling for a while, mostly in calm silence I decide we should probably get inside. The wind is getting worse and beginning to force the rain under the awning. We leave the tub. I close it and we all jog inside. "Be right back guys."
"Okay pizza is in the oven, won't take long." I tell them as I return to the room.
"That was fun, and my back was a bit sore, it took care of that too." Steve mentions.
I retract the awning allowing the full force of the gusts and rain to batter the windows. But the four of us are comfy and cozy with the candlelight and fire. I few minutes later and I head to the kitchen to get the pizzas. One with onions, mushrooms, bell peppers and jalapeños. The other a simple and traditional margherita with crushed tomato, fresh basil, mozzarella and a drizzle of olive oil. The four of us managed to devour both within minutes.
Ummm...guys...there was something I kind of thought maybe the four of us could, you know, do together. Ummm..." Steve is faded.
"Stevie, that's not cool." says Sammy. "I thought we decided we would only be with each other. I love you guys," he says to me and Ian. "but I don't think it smart for us to..."
"God no Sammy, never. Same guys, you're both really cute but fooling around is not something I would ever want to do. It was a story I read in one of your mags Chris. Maybe you remember it. It was about four guys and a cookie." I do remember. "Well in the story the guys all jerk off on the cookie and the last to cum has to eat it. But I thought we could share it. We would be like blood brothers, `cum brothers'," Steve unloads his fantasy. "Sorry I'm really stoned. I haven't toked all week. That's gross isn't it?"
Honestly gross' is not the word I have in mind. Actually I have many words in mind and not one of them is gross'. It's tantalizing. Tempting. Really naughty but still safe with my friends. We wouldn't be touching each other so no lines really crossed. I love Ian's cum and it would be really an experience to taste the baby batter of my two best buds. I always wonder how different guys would taste. Is it mostly the same?
"I'm for it." I say before I chicken out.
"Yeah, me too." admits Ian somewhat nervously.
"Well it would let me kinda do something I kinda wanted to do but without, you know, doing it." Sammy confesses.
The four of us are just sitting there glancing at each other. Each anticipating a fairly unique bonding experience. But we are quiet. We feel a commitment has been made and now we have to seal that bond. As I think about what we will be doing in a few minutes, hmmm...oatmeal or chocolate chip? Chocolate chip, the flavours...arrrrggghh. My scattered brain.
I go to the kitchen and grab a nice big cookie. Navy blue plate. The loads will show up better. Oh, make it easier for later. I cut the cookie into quarters pushing them back together.
I return to see the three lads have already begun to prime the pumps. They've cleared a space and moved a small table into the middle of the room. The candles have been moved in closer to light the `dining space.' I place the plate in the center of the table. I can feel my pulse rate increase. This is really exciting.
Each of us takes our position on a side. We keep looking into each other's eyes. It's obvious we are all a bit nervous but then one of us, it may well have been me, lets out a small moan. Then another. As we relax into this we start to laugh a bit, Sammy joking. Now it feels right. We each keep stroking. Each of us is carefully checking out the other guys methods. Sammy is chubbier than I thought. Cock not body. And Steve. Dear lord Steve. The red knob on the end of his thick bat looks like a ballon about to pop. It is huge. Even bigger than before. I look at Sammy with concern.
Sammy looks at Steve's cock then back at me licking his lips. Fuck that is a turn on. Then he opens his mouth as wide as he can, his lips forming a perfect circle. "I can barely get it in here Chris. It makes a loud popping sound when I pull it out." Oh god, what an image.
"Watch." As Sammy engulfs Steve's huge, pulsating head pulling off with a loud pop.
Any plans I may have had to hold off cumming go right out the window. I shudder and tremble slightly, can I hold off a bit? I see a look in Ian's eyes I know very well. He is about to pop as well. There's no holding off. With a loud grunt I shoot several nice thick white globs of cum on the cookie. Ian and Sammy yelp and whimper and fire together. The cookie is covered in juicy, creamy white goo.
Steve begins making a series of small noises. "Watch this guys.'' Sammy instructs.
With one last grunt this enormous eruption takes place. One prolonged blast delivering more little swimmers in one go than I probably put out in ten. A blast so strong it moved the fucking cookie. Now not only the cookie but the entire plate was swimming in the population pudding of three hot teen boys and me.
I reach out and grab a piece, swirling it around the plate to ensure it is completely coated. Each of the boys does the same. I take my piece, drenched in and dripping with jiggling ejaculate, and pop it in my mouth. The others follow suit. The four of us stand there chewing our piece of cookie and the semen of our friends. "This was an outstanding idea Steve. Fuck that's the best cookie ever." I say as they all nod in agreement. "Next time let's do it without the cookie. Just the plate." as I pick up the plate and tip the remaining goo into my mouth. "We can take turns licking it up." A but surprised at my words I notice I'm getting hard again, so are the others. "Not tonight guys." I laugh as do the boys when they realize we are all getting stiff again.
"That was really fucking cool." says Sammy. "I can walk into school knowing that I've tasted my two best friends' cum. And they've tasted mine and my boyfriend's. It's weird but it feels really cool. And you guys are tasty. And we didn't have to cross the line, you know?"
"I agree. It was a blast. And yeah, it is cool Sammy. We've found a way that the four of us can bond together without having to do anything stupid. Steve, you are a genius." I admit. "Bedtime for me. Ian?"
"Yeah me too." Ian replies.
"Let's go to bed Sammy," says Steve, taking Sammy's hand, "we have a whole day free tomorrow." The two boys head to their bedroom. They will be living together now. Not just weekends.
Ian and I settle into bed and get snuggly. This simple thing is something I have come to enjoy so much. Those few moments before falling asleep. When I feel so content, so happy...