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Ian's Extra Credit - Chapter 15
It's early Friday morning. The boys have just headed off to school and I'm sitting in my office reviewing some notes sent from corporate. The enthusiasm for the new direction seems to be contagious as my directors are becoming very creative in their thinking. Nice to see, both from a financial perspective and the social impact I want us to have going forward.
I sign a couple of documents and fax them back. Great things these fax machines. A marvel of technology.
I hear, or rather feel a deep rumble. Looking out my window I see a fleet of car carriers pulling up to the shop out back. Harold is right behind them. I head out to give him his morning coffee.
"Morning Harold," I greet him, just a bit of frost in the air.
"Good morning Chris, well this is the day. I'm getting kind of excited about the move Chris. Your dad tells me that there are some fine ladies over there and I could use some company. Been alone too long. Ian has been putting on a brave front but he is really going to miss the girls. Oh well, he can visit them. And he will soon get over that anyway. He has three cars coming in next week. He'll never want for work. Fine young man. You guys are good together Chris. Never forget the way you love each other right now." Harold says, his eyes glassy with moisture.
"Ian and I said our goodbyes yesterday. I'm all packed at home. Your dad chartered a cargo jet to transport these so by tonight we'll be in Spain. I'll miss you boys. Sorry Chris, I've known you since you were a baby. But this is the right move for me and the right time. I've spent too many years alone. Oh, here," handing me a set of keys. "I haven't told Ian about this. It's my goodbye gift and a thank you for making me feel needed again." giving me a big hug before heading into the shop to oversee the loading.
I head back to the house. As I get closer I hear the phone ringing. Running I grab it just in time.
"Hello," I answer somewhat breathless.
"Hi Chris, it's Mike, we are just getting all organized here, our moving truck should be here in a couple of hours. As usual things haven't gone exactly to plan, but not in a bad way. We will be arriving with three boys today. I think we have a good start here. Nice kids. I can't wait to see their faces. And I have to admit, Blake and I are really looking forward to our new place too. So many changes for all of us." I can hear excited voices in the background as they finish packing.
"Fantastic Mike, I'm excited about this too. Have you been in touch with my security people?" I ask.
"Yup, all good. I didn't know we would have bodyguards," he laughs. "I saw the newspaper yesterday so I get the reasoning. It's probably a good thing for the boys too. Just an added element of safety. And peace of mind for us."
"Sounds great Mike. I'm heading over there soon to do a last minute check on everything. The games room looks great. I didn't think they would be that interested in snooker so now the room is filled with the best pinball machines available. A colleague at our office in Japan got some news on a new thing coming out in May. A video game. It's called, just a sec, where is that? Oh, Pac-Man. He'll send one over as soon as it is released. It is supposed to be the big new thing. Anyway, feel free to drop by when you get settled in and call me if you need anything. There is an intercom from your apartment to my office here." I tell him.
I figure why not head over now. I would never tell the guys but it is kind of peaceful when I'm alone here. I can get things done without having three little kids getting under my feet. The walk is brief and refreshing. It is going to be one of those beautiful late winter days that always fool us a little too early. Where up till yesterday the place was a beehive of activity with at least half a dozen contractor trucks parked out front, this morning just my general contractor remains.
"Morning Paul," I greet him.
"Oh hey, good morning Chris. Well, just doing my final inspection and all looks good. Give me a call if anything is not perfect. This is a great thing you're doing here Chris. Oh and the pool guy has the pool running perfectly. What a waste sitting there unused. Well, gotta get going. Talk to you later Chris." As he gets in his truck and drives away.
What great news. The guys will be able to make this place their home right away. But now since Paul has left I can drop my poker face. Pool? There's a fucking pool?
Heading inside I find a door I hadn't really noticed much before. Hard to miss now as it has a new sign saying, Pool and Sauna." What the fuck? I open the door and walk down a flight of stairs entering an enormous room of marble and polished brass. The large pool lined with sparking green tiles. A light scent of chlorine. Columns rising up on each side of the small hot tub at the end. I walk over to a door marked Sauna.' Inside is that wonderful smell of the wood and benches to hold at least 20 guys. How the fuck did I not know this was here?
Heading back upstairs I check the kitchen, its gleaming stainless steel spotless and waiting for a new chef. Going up to the rooms I see everything in place. All of the beds are made. There are towels in the bathrooms. All the toiletries a teen boy may need are in the bathrooms. I try to put myself in the position of the boys that will be coming here. I'm used to this. They're not. And I'm not saying that to be a snob. It's just a fact. I want them to feel like they are super important. Not just a number that needs to be slotted somewhere. I want them to feel pampered and a bit spoiled. I feel they deserve it.
On my way back to the house I pause to see my dad's cars being loaded for transport. Each one being gingerly driven into place. Also over by the door to the shop is a sign guy installing the new sign I had made for Ian. Nothing big and flashy here, this is a class operation. Just a small brass plaque, "Dempsey's Jaguar Service, Ian Dempsy, Mechanic." I love Ian so much and I could not be more proud of him.
A short time later all is quiet. I'm alone on the property. I take a walk to the shop just to see how it looks empty. God this place is big and echos when I yell. 27 of the finest Jags in the world are gone, well, 26.
One car remains, the one Harold insisted was not fine enough.' Number 27. It no longer belongs to dad. He gave it to Harold years ago but Harold always put it at the back of the line when it came to working on it. Ian rebuilt this car. Ian got it purring again. Now it will be Ian's car. He will shit his pants. There is a small folded card on the hood. Opening it I read, You did it Ian, she's fine enough now. Enjoy her. -Harold.' I'm tearing up. As I leave I notice the trophy cup dad gave Harold years ago. Harold, World's Finest Jag Mechanic.' He must have forgotten it. Wait, no, oh Harold. It now reads, Ian Dempsey, World's Finest Jag Mechanic.' My heart jumps a little.
I return to the kitchen, hanging Ian's new car keys on the hook just inside the door. Pouring myself another coffee I sit and enjoy the serenity. The shrill ring of the phone interrupts the silence.
"Hello," it is the head of security for the property. He informs me that the gatehouses have been tidied up and they will be manned 24/7. I confirm he is aware of the arrival of the new residents. He will take photos of each when they arrive to post at the guard stations. I don't want my personal security concerns to cause anyone else inconvenience. I inform him that regardless of age or appearance they are to be treated as valued guests. He assures me that he will review with his staff how gate approaches are to be handled. I'm not his typical protectee.
So, everything is falling into place, the boys should be home from school soon and with Monday a holiday it will make for a nice long weekend.
The phone rings. It is the secondary gate house. Our new residents have just arrived. At the same time I hear Ian's car pull up outside, the babble of voices a welcome sound after a day of many accomplishments.
"Hey guys, how was your day?" I ask as they enter the kitchen, now automatically heading for the coffee pot. Picking up my bad habits.
"It was good but I'm glad it's over. I miss seeing you at lunch Chris. It's hard to go the whole day without seeing you." Ian tells me, squeezing me tight against him.
"You mean you're hard because you had to go the whole day without seeing him." Sammy clarifies in his usual cheeky tone.
"How was your day Chris?" Steve inquires.
"It was great. Got a lot done. Good to have you guys home again though." I answer.
"Come on Steve, let's get changed into our comfies." Sammy says as they head to their room.
"Ian, the cars are gone. I know Harold told you but are you okay?" I ask genuinely concerned.
"I'm okay, Harold told me that I would get some cars in as early as next week. I'll miss Harold but he will visit. Or we could visit him. The only thing though is I will really miss number 27. Harold really seemed to have a special connection with her, never told me why though. But that was my showpiece, my biggest accomplishment. I was looking forward to taking her for a spin, you know? Maybe I'll get a chance if we ever visit your parents in Spain. Oh well, I'll still get to drive my customers cars." Ian tells me. He seems to be taking things quite well. Time for Harold's surprise.
"Let's go see what it looks like empty Ian. Your new business. Your own shop now." I grab the keys behind him as he heads out.
Ian enters the unlock code and opens the door to the enormous, ominously dark space. Turning on the lights it takes him a moment to notice the one car remaining in the far corner.
"Shit Chris, how the fuck, they forgot one. Your dad will be pissed." Ian states. As we walk towards it.
"The card Ian," I point, "read the card."
Ian picks up the card and a tear forms in the corner of his left eye. Within seconds a constant flow of tears runs down his chiseled cheeks. He looks up at me, sobbing openly. I hand him the keys.
"I don't get it Chris. Why would Harold leave me one of your dad's cars? This thing is worth a fortune, and honestly, I always thought she was the most beautiful. Do you think your dad will be okay?" Ian asks.
"Ian, number 27 wasn't dad's car. She was Harold's." I clarify.
Ian had no idea. Upon hearing those words he lost it completely, ending up sitting on the floor, his back against the car. Sure I've seen Ian cry before but never like this. And I don't think it is really the car. It is the relationship he built with Harold. The dad Ian would have loved to have. I sit with him and hold him until he regains some composure.
"Come on Ian, the guys will think we are out here fucking." as I help him to his feet and towards the door.
"Oh crap, Harold's trophy." Ian says approaching and reading the new inscription. "Oh fuck Chris. Fuck."
I lead Ian back to the house. He is still sniffling. This has been what I would call a really good cry. Tears of happiness are a hell of a lot better than tears of pain.
"Were you guys off fucking again?" Sammy asks causing Steve to grin widely. He enjoys Sammy's lack of a censor.
Ian fills them in as I place a pizza order, enough for us and our new arrivals. I then call the number two gatehouse and ask them to call me and then bring them to the residence door when they arrive.
Guys, I think we should go and welcome our new neighbours. Once the pizza arrives we'll head over.
"Wow, they're here already? I wonder how they'll react when they see their new digs. I know how I reacted. This will be the best weekend they've had in a long time I'll bet." Steve says.
"Well let's just make sure that we are welcoming and don't ask anything about their past unless they offer. We want them to heal and move forward. Let Mike and Blake handle the baggage. They are the pros." I tell them.
We all head to our rooms. We are staying in uniform but want to look as nice as we can. I'm excited to see the first boys that Mike and Blake have chosen.
The phone rings, the pizza is here.
"Okay boys, let's go." I tell them and we head out. A few minutes later we are meeting security, holding a stack of pizza boxes, at the residence door. Ian and Sammy take them from him as I ring the bell.
Blake opens the door. I hear several small gasps behind me. And another I believe may have come from me. Damn.
"Hey, you must be Chris. Come in guys. Mike, boys, our neighbors are here and they brought pizza." Blake bellows.
We enter the house and head directly to the dining room, laying the boxes on the table as Mike and the boys arrive.
Introductions are made all around, Mike, who I've met. Blake, who I just met and again, damn. Bean, cute. Jesse, nice kid. Skip, Jesus. I chub up instantly. He is so incredibly adorable and sweet. I could eat him up. Control Chris. Don't be a fool.
We sit and enjoy the pizza and conversation. The boys were completely gobsmacked when they saw the place, especially the rooms.
"You didn't tell me there was a pool here," Mike says.
"I didn't even know about the basement Mike. I'm as surprised as you are." I inform him.
Then suddenly. "Hey, hold on a second. Your the kid from the paper." Bean realizes.
Shit, I really just wanted to be a neighbor.
"Yes Bean, this is Chris Buchanan. The guy that makes this all possible." Blake tells him.
Shit Blake, I wish you hadn't said that. I wanted to remain a bit under the radar so we could just all be friends. Can't blame him though. I never asked to stay a secret.
"You really have a helicopter?" Bean asks with excitement.
"Our company makes them." I answer. "Listen guys, please don't treat me different. I just want to be a teenage kid too. I just want us all to feel like friends and neighbors okay?" I insist.
I glance towards Skip who has a small string of mozzarella dangling from his bottom lip which are shiny from the grease. He cocks his head and gives me the sweetest grin. In my mind the room empties and goes silent. It is just me and Skip, staring into each others eyes. He licks his lips, perhaps unnecessarily seductively. I'm moist.
"So Chris," Blake yanks me back to the room. Do you have any questions for us or for the boys?"
"No, not at all. I know you guys got this and if anything important comes up you will let me know." I tell them confidently, giving Skip one final glance.
We say our goodbyes and head back to the house, leaving our new friends to get settled into their new home.
"They seem really nice," says Sammy, "I guess I wasn't sure what to expect but they seem like normal teenage boys."
"They really have sex with old dudes for money?" asks Steve, his face showing utter disgust.
"Steve, if you were living on the streets, no one to have your back, no one you could trust, cold and hungry, you would be doing the same thing. It's not like they can walk in somewhere and get a job. They used to have families. A home, a bedroom, a place where they felt safe. Imagine losing all of that and having to fend for yourself. I doubt any of them ever expected to have to sell their bodies just to eat. Don't ever look down on someone for decisions they make when they have no other choice." I tell him.
"Yeah, wow, sorry. I didn't think about it like that. I just can't see myself, you know..." Steve trails off.
"Neither did they Steve. They are no different. Sometimes sure, the situations we find ourselves in can be very different but they are just kids like us." I fill in.
"Blake is hot as fuck," Ian offers to a chorus of agreement. "The boys are pretty cute too. I can't imagine the guys we met tonight living on the streets. They seem so normal."
"And Chris has an admirer," Sammy says with a grin, "Skip has his eyes on you Chris," causing me to blush, "he looked like he would be much happier eating you than the pizza."
"That kid is super cute," says Steve. "I don't know how to explain it but it's like he has this strange power."
"Yeah Steve, it's called charisma, try it sometime." teases Sammy, causing Steve to make a pouty face.
"What if I talk like a leprechaun?" Steve asks mischievously in a horrible attempt at an Irish accent.
"You're too tall to be a leprechaun," Sammy answers, "although you do have a pot of gold."
"Oh god guys, just stop. Too much cute." I tell them. They are adorable though.
"And leave them alone, Mike told me that Jesse and Skip are boyfriends. They are sharing a room. Skip went AWOL for awhile and they are just getting started again." I inform them.
"There's going to be a lot of fucking going on there tonight." Steve says.
"Maybe not Steve. Sure they've been apart for awhile and yeah, they will probably fuck tonight but then again, well, if I cook all day for a living I don't know if I would want to cook when I get home. Not sure if that makes any sense but anyway." I say. "Skip had to leave town because some asshole was trying to kill him. He came back because he missed Jesse. I think for me that would be a time to just hold each other. They thought they would never see each other again. Skip didn't even get a chance to say goodbye when he left."
"Why was the guy after him?" Ian inquires.
"He stole the guys boat and beached it twice. The guy is a really nasty piece of work. He likes the younger looking little guys, they need work too so okay, but he treats them like shit and stiffs them. He beat Skip more than once. But guys, here's the kicker. When he came back he stole the fucker's boat and beached it again. So three times total. He is well known in the marina. That's where his name comes from." I fill them in.
"How did he beat him more than once? Skip can't be dumb enough to go back for more." Steve asks.
"When you are alone, cold and hungry, Steve. Fuck, let's not get depressed about these kids' past. Hopefully their future will be much different. Let's look forward." I tell him. "So what are we up to?"
"Well Steve and I are working on an exercise program for his future students. I have to watch him do different dance moves so I can determine the best way to train them. See what muscle groups they really need to concentrate on. We should get going on that Steve. We want to put together a great program." Sammy says, leading Steve off to the studio.
"Well that leaves us. What do you want to do Ian?" I ask my love.
"I think I just want to hold you Chris. Seeing those kids really hit me hard. They look so normal and happy. You never know by looking at someone what they've been through. God I love you so much. I know how different my life is just feeling safe and secure. Those guys have that now." Ian expresses to me, the tears flowing. "Ummm, Chris, there is something though I want to talk about. Steve."
"What about Steve?" I ask with a noticeable gulp.
"Sammy and I had a chat. Like we really wanted to see the two of you get it on but, well, okay, Sammy told me that Steve confessed he was feeling really attracted to you and didn't know how to handle it. And be honest Chris, you are attracted to Steve as well and not just his cock.
It was actually Sammy that asked me to talk to you. Steve can't go through with it. He said even though we all agreed he still felt like it was cheating and he never wants to be like his dad. He said it would be different if it was just some blowjob from someone he didn't care about but he's afraid that he might begin to really have feelings for you and that could fuck up things here. It scares him. So, instead," as he gets up and walks to the freezer, "he did this for you," as he hands me a mason jar half full of frozen spooge. "I know your disappointed."
"Well, yeah, a little but I get it. And it's probably for the best. Yes Ian, I admit I do have some feelings for Steve. He's just so different you know? But," looking at the jar. "How do I get this stuff out?"
"I think you have to let it thaw a bit first. Fuck that's a lot. Make sure when you gobble it I get to watch you. That does turn me on. And I wouldn't mind some day watching you swallow some hot guys giant cock but maybe Steve is not the right guy." Ian says, remarkably to my relief. I too was having second thoughts. Our group dynamic is too important to risk.
"Thanks Ian. Steve is pretty smart. I was thinking with the wrong head." I admit.
"So do you just want to go to bed and cuddle?" Ian asks.
We head to our bedroom and we take a nice warm shower together, lathering each other up and holding each other tight. After we get into bed the snuggling continues. We have a great sex life but sometimes this feels even better. My life, my friends. Our new neighbors. Fucking perfect.
While in the other bedroom.
"So did you tell him Sammy, do you think Chris is mad?" Steve asks, his face pained.
"Chris doesn't get mad, Steve, well not with us. Look, you're disappointed. He will be too but you know what? We will all be okay. Maybe this was a little test of our limits and for now we've found them." Sammy answers.
"And I'm so sorry Sammy. Chris really turns me on and if I didn't admit that I wouldn't be honest. But you are all I need. I love you so fucking much. If I ever become my dad kill me." Steve says, a strong look of determination on his face.
"You are not and will never be your dad Steve. Stop thinking that way. I wouldn't fall in love with your dad but I did with you. You're one of the sweetest guys I've ever met. You are thoughtful and kind. Sure you hid that very, very well at school..."
"Sorry `bout that."
"Yeah, well, I'm just glad I got to know the real Steve. Thank you for being my boyfriend. And thank you for being honest with me about Chris. You guys should talk tomorrow about this." Sammy says, untying Steve's sweatpants.
Dropping to his knees he begins by sucking on Steve's nutsack. Tonguing his taint and bathing his shaft in spit.
"I know I'm probably not as good at this as Chris, Ian tells me is is fucking amazing and never gets enough. I know, I'll ask Chris to tell me how he would suck you and then I will do the same things. But for now." Sammy says before burying his nose in Steve's fluffy red pubes. The head of Steve's cock lodged deep in his throat, visibly thrusting in and out.
"Oh fuck Sammy, swallow my cock. It feels like your throat is milking me. FUCK!" Steve says, his knees trembling.
"Do you like this?" Sammy asks as his tongue tickles the giant V of Sammy's knob.
"Yeah, fuck that feels so fucking good. Keep doing that. Fuck."
"And this?" as Sammy paints Steve's cock head with his tongue, causing it to swell even more, beginning to twitch.
"Fuck you taste so good." Sammy says as he laps up the leaking juices.
"I'm not going to last long Sammy. Fuck, keep doing that, keep licking like that. Jesus."
Sammy pulls back a bit to get a head on view of Steve's schlong. He sees the pouty lips of his piss slit, a huge gleaming, crystal clear goo glob just about to fall. He dives in and takes just the head in his mouth, reveling in the feelings and flavors.
"Fuck, I'm close Sammy, really close. I want to see it. Lick my head."
Sammy does as he is told, concentrating his efforts on that leaking slit, his tongue penetrating into Steve's cock.
Just then comes that loud groan and Steve's signature gigantic blast of population pudding. With Sammy's tongue in the perfect position it causes the forceful stream of cum to split into two. One stream directly entering Sammy's waiting mouth, the other being deflected upwards, painting his face and even going up his nostrils.
"Oh fuck," Sammy says, his face dripping and cum bubbles forming from his nose. "That was fucking amazing."
Steve, panting, pulls Sammy to his feet and begins to lick his own cum off of Sammy's face, sharing the mouthful with Sammy through a passionate kiss.
"I love you Sammy. Thank you for understanding me. Let's get cleaned up."
After a quick shower the boys climb into bed and hold each other, more secure than ever that they can overcome any issue together. Sweet dreams come easily tonight.