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Ian's Extra Credit - Chapter 12
A nice big stretch as I wake up on my favourite day of the week, Saturday. No bright sunlight hitting Ian this morning, must be overcast. Ian, my man. Gorgeous as always but time for a hair cut.
I turn on the shower to let it run a bit while I brush my teeth. Looking at myself in the mirror I am seeing a confidence I did not always see before. My relationship with Ian and my very small group of friends has had a positive effect on my self esteem. I am feeling a lot more comfortable with myself, less self conscious, as I notice in the mirror some dried cum on my chin and splotches on my chest. That really happened. Certainly no inhibitions last night.
The shower refreshes and wakes me. I find it interesting how something as simple as this can feel so good. But now to complete the ritual. Coffee.
"Good morning Chris." Says Sammy as he sits with Steve in the kitchen. "Morning Chris," says Steve.
"Hey good morning guys. What are you two doing up so early?"
"Well Chris, Steve and I were taking the other day about how we can chip in around here." Sammy says placing my coffee in front of me.
"And I suggested that we, Sammy and I, take over all the cleaning duties. Dishes, mopping, sweeping, dusting, vacuuming, laundry, all of it. So we started this morning. There was a bit of a mess in the rec room. Sorry about that." says Steve.
"Morning guys, good morning baby," says Ian as he gives me a sweet kiss, then sits.
Sammy gives Ian his coffee and we sit, sipping quietly for a few moments. Who's going to bring it up first?
"So are we all okay?" asks Sammy. "Yeah guys, ummm, wow, I was really stoned and, well, did you guys go along just so I wouldn't feel like an idiot for suggesting it or did you really want to do it? Steve asks with obvious genuine concern. "And like when you think about it now was it gross?"
"It was really hot. It fucking turned me on. And no, not gross." says Ian.
"Not gross, I'm getting hard just thinking about it now, and like you said Steve, to me it was not just a turn on but it did feel like a bonding experience. We are all really connected now. I bet we are the only group of guys at our school that have done that." I say reaching for more coffee.
"Oh god, I wonder if there are other guys at our school that have tried anything like that?"opines Sammy. "That would be so cool. Now I'm going to have this in my head every time I see a group of guys."
"Ian, the boys here have decided to take on the cleaning chores." I inform him.
"Yeah Ian, Steve and I will take care of that so you can spend more time with Harold." Sammy tells him proudly. I had heard Sammy and Steve taking the other day. They were both feeling like Ian did earlier on. Like they were taking and not giving. They know how I feel but I also have to understand that others have pride as well. The look on their faces tells me to just stay quiet.
"Thanks guys, it would be good for me to spend more time out there." Ian says gesturing out back. "Harold is an incredible mentor. I am really getting to know those cars inside out and more than that. Harold has lived an amazing life and his stories are just so nice to listen to. And he really seems to need someone to talk to. He's lonely. Chris your dad was his closest friend and Harold is taking his moving away harder than he lets on."
"I think dad feels the same. Whenever we talk he always asks about Harold, and then his cars. He misses all of them more than he expected." I tell him. Dad has actually mentioned shipping his collection overseas. I haven't told Ian or Harold about this yet. It would break their hearts. I have an idea that will make this work but I have to talk more with dad and then Harold. Actually why not call dad now?
"I have to make a call, I'll be back in a bit. Why don't you guys throw something together for breakfast?"
I plop myself down in the office chair and dial the number for my dad in Spain. It takes only a few minutes to outline my plan and he likes it. I let him know that Harold is out back in the shop. He tells me he will call me back in a few minutes. While waiting I review some of the documents my lawyer had couriered over. No major changes from the last revision just some fine tuning. Then the phone rings. That was fast. Dad says Harold accepted his offer without a second thought but with one request. That he be the one to tell Ian. The logistics of this will take some time, my dad's and Harold's thankfully. I will let Harold tell Ian in his own time. I know this means a lot to him. Ian means a lot to him. I think Ian is the son Harold wishes he had. The fact that Ian is gay means nothing. I see the love in Harold's eyes when he talks about Ian and his progress in the shop. The pride.
I return to the kitchen where the boys are just sitting down, Sammy taking a moment to refill my coffee.
"So what are the plans for today? I ask while eating the cobbled together breakfast of scrambled eggs and leftover waffles. Hey, they tried.
"Well Steve and I are going to a family thing at my other house." Sammy says grinning. Mamala wants some of the relatives to meet him. You guys are welcome to come too."
"Sorry, I told Harold I would spend time with him. I should get out there." Ian tells them, getting out of his chair and pouring two cups of coffee before heading out back.
So they all leave. I'm left sitting alone in my kitchen. Peace, silence, solitude. It's nice.
The doorbell to mom's, fuck, get used to it, my, office rings. I go to see who it could be on a Saturday morning.
Standing before me when I open the outside door to a crisp breeze is a GQ model. About 28, tall, blond, blue eyes, chiseled features. His biceps are straining his long sleeve pale blue shirt. I can't help but notice the prominent bulge in his crisp khakis, also strained by his massive thighs.
"Hi I'm Michael Roberts. I'm looking for Chris Buchanan." says this god sent creature before me. Stop that Chris.
"I'm Chris Buchanan. How can I help you?" curious about this stranger's arrival at my doorstep.
"Oh no, sorry, I'm looking for the Chris Buchanan that is looking to hire a psychologist and social worker.
"That would be me. Please come in." I say to his stunned face. I direct him to the sofa, taking my seat in the armchair beside it.
"Oh, god I'm sorry. You look pretty young. I'm a bit surprised considering what is at stake here." Michael says still obviously puzzled.
`Yeah, I get that a lot Michael, or is it Mike?"
"Oh Mike is fine. So you are really looking to hire full time for this project? Louise went over the whole thing and it seems ambitious. Not that I'm against ambitious but every time I've gotten close to really making some progress we run out of money.
I should explain. Louise told me that you were looking for one or two people to handle the tasks. I have a PhD in psychology and my boyfriend of seven years has a Masters in social work. This project is something we always dreamed about. Something we could do together. Only ten kids but that would allow us to really focus on helping them. I was visiting my mom about twenty miles south of here and I had to take the chance to see you. I have all of our documents and references." handing me a large and heavy file folder. "I'm sorry to just drop in but I couldn't pass it up. Louise said that there would not be a budget problem here."
"None, I've already set up a trust to finance the operation. Whoever I hire will be instrumental in setting the budget but honestly the project will get every dollar it needs. There are more than enough funds to cover any possible expenses in perpetuity. No annual budget battles. Just an ongoing flow of whatever it takes to accomplish our goals."
While talking I am scanning his file. These are two highly accomplished and respected men in their fields. Glowing references. Mike's boyfriend, Blake, lived on the streets himself as a teen. Having a thought I check the fax machine. Sure enough Louise, my head hunter, sent me a fax about Mike. That he was in the area and was begging to see me. She says that they are by far the best candidates for the job, or jobs.
"Mike, I normally don't act on impulse but I also have a pretty good read on people. I like you and like what I've read about Blake. You come highly recommended. Come, let me show you where this would all go down." I tell him, putting on a jacket and leading him out back.
As I take him past the shop I explain that the building we will be using has a separate access from the main highway and a side road as well. We pass the greenhouse and hedge, walking around to the front of the building. I open the door and throw the switch.
"I did not expect this," he says as we tour the building. "Louise described it as a camp type place. These rooms are beautiful. God it would be so nice to take a kid off the street and put him in a paradise like this."
As we enter the ground floor apartment. "Holy shit, sorry, are you kidding me? I'd work here for nothing. I've never seen a place like this. It's like a palace." He spurts.
I have to agree. Dad went overboard here. Far more ostentatious in its decor than our house. Of course this was never its intended use.
"What do the two of you make right now, combined?" I inquire.
The figure is decent for the jobs. They both have been working steadily since college.
"I'll double it. When can you get started?"
"Please tell me this isn't a joke. Are you serious? You are offering us this opportunity?" He is still having trouble discussing this very important project with this face.
"No joke. I'll have my lawyer send the paperwork over to Louise right away." As we return to my office. "Do you want to call Blake?"
I leave him in the office but even from the kitchen I can hear the joy being celebrated. This is when I like having money. I don't have the skills necessary to carry this out but I can certainly back it.
Mike calls me from the office door.
"So, is Blake onboard?" I ask.
"God Chris, for us this is the opportunity of a lifetime that we never thought we would get. We are living in a small one bedroom and when we heard about this we thought we might have a small studio. We would take anything to be able to be a part of this. We can move in and get started on things with the agency in the city next week. We have to get licenses and a bunch of paperwork but I don't think that will be any problem here." Mike says excitedly.
"Here," handing him a business card. "This is my personal attorney. He will take care of everything."
"Do we have a name for the project yet?" inquires Mike.
"Haven't thought that far ahead Mike. Any ideas?"
"Well, when Blake and I were dreaming about something like this we thought `Phoenix House' to represent how these boys rise from the ashes of their lives.
"Then `Phoenix House' it is. Get home and start packing. Say hi to Blake for me." I tell him showing him out. Giving them the name gives them a stronger sense of ownership. I have a good feeling about these guys. I wonder if Blake is as hot as Mike? Oh and I was pretty close. Mike is 27.
Damn, I never expected to accomplish so much so quickly. But I'm happy that it is no longer just an idea.
I notice the sun is getting lower on the horizon. Mike and I were talking far longer than I thought.
What to make for dinner tonight? Nothing. This is going to be an order in night. I order enough for eight people. We all like Chinese food and the local Szechuan place that opened a few months ago is outstanding. Going to pig out a bit.
Harold waves to me as he drives off while Ian walks through the door bringing a quick blast of cold air with him. Ouch. The look on his face tells me that Harold has filled him in. He slumps into a chair, looking deflated.
"Chris, your dad is shipping all of his cars over to Spain and Harold is going with them. We spent the last hour crying. I'm going to miss him Chris. It felt like having a real dad. But the cars too. I really thought this was something I could do, you know? And I can. I'm really good at it Chris. I never thought I would say that about anything but I'm really fucking good." Ian laments.
"You are good Ian. Harold has made that clear. He is so proud of you and you fill a big gap in his life. But dad will need Harold to help mentor someone else to take over some day. He doesn't trust easily when it comes to his collection."
"I know, but what will I do now?" Ian asks, looking like his passion is slowly draining.
"Ian, Harold is leaving, the cars are leaving. The new skills you have aren't going anywhere. In a few months you will be finished school. You have a great future ahead. I've had my lawyer set up the business registration and licenses. You are the sole owner of `Dempsey's Jaguar Service.' Once Harold and dad start to spread the news you won't be able to keep up with the demand. People will even fly their cars here to have you tend to them. This is your's Ian. You've worked really hard and you've earned it.
"God Chris, really? My own shop? I could keep working on these beautiful cars. Well not these but other Jags. I could see myself doing this forever. Oh god Chris thank you." Ian says with such sincerity and joy. Tears of happiness filling his deep green eyes. Once directionless. Now a fulfilling and rewarding career lies ahead.
The sound of the front door closing announces the arrival of Sammy and Steve. Their voices also happy and content. These two seem to be growing closer as each minute passes. Why can't the world see the love that I see? Its love for fuck sake. How are the kids at school going to react? Steve may have kept our secret but there were too many witnesses to the parking lot kiss. Ian and I have been outed. When will Sammy and Steve face the same? It's inevitable.
"Hi guys, how was the party?" I ask the boys.
"It was okay. Steve got to meet some of my relatives. Mom was showing him off. Everyone loves his hair and of course he was the tallest person there." Sammy says enthusiastically, his eyes clearly demonstrating the deep love he feels for Steve. "But it feels good to be home. Did I just call this place home? That's cool. You guys are family too. I really do feel at home here. And it's a lot more peaceful."
"You've got that right. Your relatives are all really nice Sammy but are they always so loud? And they never stop talking." Steve says as politely as he can.
"Well the non stop gab comes from my Ashkenazi side. My Jewish side. Some of my ancestors moved from Europe, around Hungary, generations ago and intermarried within the local Mexican population. The noise level is absolutely from my Mexican heritage. We Mexicano's are a loud people. Always a reason to party. Next time I'll bring you guys some kosher tacos." Sammy says to me and Ian.
"Speaking of food, pick out a bunch of stuff and order it." as I hand them the menu. "I'm fucking starving. I'm going to light the fire. We'll eat in the rec room.
I'm just finishing with the fire when Steve enters, burdened with a heavy tray of plates, mixed drinks and utensils. I help him place the tray on the table.
"Thank you Chris, I fucking love you." as he takes me in his arms in a tight embrace. "You have given me an entire new life. I have a new family here and even Sammy's family accepts me. Hell, not just accept but they seem to really like me. Honestly Chris things were so bad before that I don't even know if I would still be here at all. I didn't know how many more times I could take it. You saved my life Chris. You and Ian and Sammy." Then he does something unexpected. He kisses me. Kisses between the four of us are not unusual but those are just pecks on the cheek. This time he plants his lips full on mine, his tongue entering my mouth. I feel myself rapidly chubbing up.
"Oh fuck," Steve says as he pulls away from me. "I'm so sorry Chris. Wow. I don't know why I did that. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm as bad as my dad. I cheated on Sammy."
"Steve, take a breath, it's okay. We're best buds and it's no big deal. You are nothing like your dad and you didn't cheat on Sammy. We love each other. It was a brief moment where you maybe, over expressed that. Don't beat yourself up. But it will probably make you feel better if you tell Sammy."
"Yeah, you're right. I hope he doesn't hate me." Steve is actually terrified of losing Sammy.
"I know our Sammy. He'll be fine." I try to reassure him. "By the way, you're a really good kisser."
"Ummm...thanks. You are too." Steve is beginning to realize that things will be fine. Something about the light from the fire catches his face. His pale white skin reflecting almost like a projection screen. His hair looks flame kissed. As though the fire itself has tenderly run its fingers through it, leaving its lingering ember glow. He is far more beautiful than I realized.
"Hey guys, I got a couple of movies for tonight." Says Sammy as he and Ian plop themselves down. "Thoroughly Modern Millie,' and Attack of the Killer Tomatoes.'" Movies around here tend to be a bit eclectic. "I've seen Millie before but not on a screen this size."
"I know, it's like being in the theatre. How big is that screen anyway Chris?" Steve asks.
"27 inches. It is the biggest they make. I doubt they'll make them any larger. Why would you need anything bigger than that?" I reply.
"Sammy I kissed Chris." Steve confesses, his face revealing his concern.
"So I kiss him all the time, look." as Sammy gives me a sweet kiss on my cheek.
"Not like that," Steve admits, his head held low, "on the lips and I even used my tongue. I'm so sorry Sammy, please forgive me and I'm sorry Ian. Chris didn't do anything wrong it was all me."
Ian gives me an bemused look. Sammy is looking puzzled.
"What do you mean forgive you? For what? I've been tempted too, I mean look at those lips." Sammy says with a laugh gesturing towards me. "We're a special family here and little things might happen at times. I love you Steve. Ian, come here." as he plants an agressive kiss on Ian's lips, they part slightly, their tongues entwined. "There, all better. Now where is dinner?"
Why is my dick so hard?
The doorbell rings. "I'll get it." Yells Sammy as he runs to the door.
Returning moments later we spread out the containers and begin chowing down. Sammy and I using chopsticks, Ian and Steve with forks. The spiciness and wonderfully balanced flavours are a delight for the palate. We are more than sated when Sammy pops in our first film. Ian blazes up. Steve goes to the kitchen to clean up and refresh the drinks. I'm just enjoying our time together.
The movies are a blast. Different from our usual fare. We are in stitches through both. I do however ensure that Steve knows to not use soy sauce as a cleaner.
"Gotta pee, be right back." my bladder feels like it is about to burst.
Upon returning the sofa bed is open and the boys are in a huddle, whispering. They seem to be looking at something Sammy is holding.
"What's going on guys?" I ask, a bit dubious, feeling something is up.
"Why didn't you tell me your birthday is next week?" inquires Ian, taking a card from Sammy and holding it up to show me. It's my school ID.
"Sorry Chris, I found it while doing your laundry. I thought Ian must know already." Sammy confesses, looking flustered.
"Ian, I've had a lot on my mind and I don't want you guys doing anything special. My birthday has never been a big deal." Until this one. This one is different.
"Well you little shit. We've come up within a punishment. Actually after seeing your face last night when you downed the puddle of our cum off that plate, well mostly Steve's..."
"Thank you, thank you." says Steve with a smattering of amused pride in his voice.
What do they have in mind?
"Yeah, well anyway, I have a feeling that for you it is more of an early birthday gift than a punishment. I know you trust us so just do as you are told." Ian instructs as he takes my arm and leads me to the open bed. "Strip."
I do as I am told and a moment later I'm standing naked in front of my friends. They all follow suit and strip off. The three of them rock hard.
"Lay down on your back with your head at the foot of the bed." Ian directs me. The three of them are looking quite excited. Of course I follow orders.
"Keep your hands at your side, no touching." Ian completes his instructions, grabbing me by the shoulders and pulling me so my head was just off the edge of the bed.
The three of them gathered above me. God what a view. Three cocks only inches from my face. They grab themselves and begin to stroke. Are you fucking kidding me? I love cum more than anything. I drain Ian at least once or twice a day. I wish I could buy it by the bottle. And of course that means I also like to suck cock. I could really do without most other things, well I do like fucking Ian, but at heart I'm a cocksucker. I'm looking up at one cock that I siphon daily and two others that, god I hate myself a bit for this but I would do them too. Especially Steve. He cums gallons, has an incredible cock, and I am finding him more attractive the longer I know him.
The three continue polishing their lubed up rods. They are so near I can smell the combined crotches. What a fucking delicious aroma. As I am very familiar with Ian's cock my focus is on the other two. I've never seen them this close. I watch the way they stroke. Sammy quick, short movements with his hand just banging his corona. Steve slides his long fingers over the whole length of his prod, enveloping and teasing his ballooning head with every pass. The V is so prominent with his wide flaring knob. Pale blue veins trace their way along the glistening length of his shaft. I wish those were my fingers, or better, my mouth.
"Fuck I'm close, open up bitch." Ian orders.
My mouth is wide open, three cock heads inches from my lips, each about to explode.
Ian is the first to lose control, his creamy liquid streaming out in rapid bursts. More than he usually shoots. This must really be turning him on. Most makes it in my mouth with a few streaks on my face. "Don't swallow."
"Fuck Chris, here it comes." Sammy erupts, gobs of white yumminess ploping into my mouth. A little misses and goes up my nose. I blow out forming a little cum bubble. Now I wait for the headline act in this show.
Ian and Sammy move back a bit allowing Steve perfect access. My eyes are riveted on his awe inspiring cock. I remember the `pop' that it made when Sammy pulled off of it. The red hair. The head that would easily fill my...
"Fucking Jesus." Sammy blurts as he unloads. That one seemingly unending massive blast, aimed perfecty, splashing off of my tongue to coat the inside of my mouth. So thick and creamy. The most delicious and sweetest cum. I have found nirvana. I am here with three full loads of cum in my mouth. I'd take dozens if I could.
"Can I do it guys? Just once? Please?" Steve begs Ian and Sammy.
The guys look at each other and giggle, nodding at each other. "Well it is his birthday gift so okay, just once." answers Ian.
With that permission Steve pushes his cock head against my lips putting just the head in my mouth. My lips stretch to fit around it. "Ready guys?" He asks with a wide smile.
POP!
The three of them start to laugh uncontrollably. Ian gets between my legs furiously stroking me. He takes me in his mouth and within seconds I empty my nuts. He crawls up over me and with the boys watching kisses me allowing my cum to flow from his mouth into mine. He backs away to look at my cum covered face. He licks up any stray cum and feeds it to me.
"Now sit up," I do, "Now you can swallow."
I really don't want to. I love this taste, this feeling. In one huge gulp I down four loads. The flavour combination is amazing but Steve is obviously the largest contributor to the pool. Matching our combined contributions.
"That was so cool. Really fun. My birthday is next, in a couple of months. I want the same gift." Sammy tells us. "Did it taste good Chris, getting it straight from the tap, or taps?"
"Fucking delicious. That was one of the most incredible experiences. You guys will love it when your time comes." I tell them. "It's late, I gotta shower and head to bed."
"Yeah us too." Says Sammy.
We pick up a bit and head to our bedrooms. Ian enters our room and Sammy continues down the hall. Steve looks at me and gives me a quick kiss. "Next time I want to fuck your throat." he whispers with a smile and heads off to bed.
Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.