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Judgment Error- Chapters 6-8 by: Chip Dyp (chipdyp@hotmail.com)
CHAPTER 6
The next morning I awoke to the shrill ringing of my phone. I struggled out of Stefan's arms and rolled out of the bed. I felt a sharp jolt of pain as I took my first step towards the phone and instantly images of last night's incident flooded my mind. I carefully walked the remaining distance to the phone and picked up the receiver.
"Hello."
"Hi Ian. This is Will. We met a couple of days ago at the movie."
My mind flashed back to the movie as I struggled to put a face to the name.
Once I got the face right I remembered that he was working out at Crystal Lake. "Oh, hi Will. How are things out at the lake?"
"Not bad. Look is Stefan there? I called his house and his mom said he had spent the night at your place."
"Oh yeah, he's still here. I'll go wake him up."
"What, the lazy bastard's still in bed?"
"Yeah. He is a bastard, isn't he?" I laughed at Stefan's expense. I looked towards the bed and noticed that Stefan was awake and watching me. I told him that William was on the phone for him and slowly made my way to the bathroom to empty my bladder, trying not to cause my battered hole too much pain.
Once I got to the bathroom, I lifted the toilet seat and encouraged the release that I needed to begin. Once I had finished taking what I thought had to be the longest piss ever taken, I felt a hundred times better. Well, everything except my ass felt a hundred times better. I turned my back to the mirror and pulled my cheeks apart in attempt to see how much damage had actually been done. I looked in the mirror and was disappointed as I couldn't see anything--I was too short. I got on my tippy toes and was struggling to keep my balance when Stefan walked in.
"How are you feeling this morning?" Stefan asked quietly.
"I've been better. Look we really have to talk."
"Yeah, we do."
I started to walk back to my bedroom, wincing with every step, when Stefan lifted me up into his arms and started carrying me back to the room.
"You don't have to carry me!" I protested. "I can walk on my own."
"Look it's my fault that you are in so much pain. If I can ease your pain by carrying you, I will." Once in the room, Stefan put me down on the bed. "Roll over and I'll put the salve on the tear."
I rolled over. I figured that if I let Stefan medicate me, he would feel better. Stefan carefully applied the salve to the tear and although it burned as he applied it, the salve started to reduce the pain. While Stefan applied the salve he told me why William had called. Two of William's co-workers had shown up drunk at work that morning after having way too much to drink the night before at a party. The manager had promptly fired them. He had no use for employees who showed up drunk. But, this had put the manager in a bit of a quandary. He needed two employees. When Will had arrived at work that morning the manager had asked if he had any friends that might be interested in working at the lake for the summer.
Will told the manager about Stefan and I, and had offered to call us to see if we wanted the jobs. Stefan told Will that neither of us had a place to stay up at the lake and he'd offered to let us stay at the cabin for the summer. His parents had gone to Europe for the summer to visit relatives, which left their room empty. The only problem that Will could see was that there was only one bed in his parent's room. He wasn't sure if Stefan and I wanted to share a bed all summer.
"So what do you think?" Stefan asked after he finished explaining the phone call.
"It sounds great, but we have to talk about a few things before I agree to go spend the summer at the lake with you."
Stefan nodded and lay down on the bed beside me. I rolled onto my side so that I could look at him while we talked. "First, why didn't you stop when I told you to last night?"
Stefan looked away from me for a moment and when he turned back towards me he wouldn't look me in the eyes. "I thought you knew what I was going to do. And then when I had my cock inside you, I thought you were just nervous or scared or something. I don't know. If I knew I was hurting you as bad as I was I would have stopped in an instant. But, I thought you had said after the first few times that it doesn't hurt. I thought you were just scared. I couldn't understand why you wanted me to stop. I was sure that you and Colin had done it. I was sure that he had stretched you out." Stefan looked into my eyes and I could see tears forming. "But I guess I was wrong. I fucked up royally. I have hurt you badly again, and I know it will take a lot to regain your trust."
I pulled Stefan close and just held him for a few minutes. I thought about what he had said. Stefan seemed truly sorry for what he had done. I ran my hand over his back and thought things over in my own head. It was my decision entirely. Did I toss him out for being inexperienced and making a judgment error or do I let him stay and try to redeem himself. I felt that I could trust him still. He just seemed confused and scared. Was he scared of his parent's reaction? Was he scared of what his friends would say? They were both valid fears. I had been scared of what my parents would say.
But when I finally told them it was a relief. Telling my friends had been even scarier though but most of them accepted what I told them, and didn't have a problem with the fact that I was gay. I pulled back from Stefan so I could look in his eyes. They were a little red but I could still see the beauty that they held.
"I forgive you for hurting me last night," I started. "But you have to answer a couple of questions for me and you have to accept a few rules that I'm going to set."
Stefan pulled my lips to his and kissed me passionately. "What are the rules?"
"First, if I ever tell you to stop during any sexual activity, it means stop now. You may not know why I am telling you to stop but there will be a very good reason. All right?"
Stefan nodded his head. "I kinda figured that rule out on my own."
"Well you are a smart boy and you learn fast. Second, the next time you want to try something different, tell me what you want to try. I am game for just about anything. If you had told me that you wanted to fuck my ass I wouldn't have had a problem. I would have gotten you a condom and some lube and then we would have taken our time and made sure that I was stretched out enough so that I could enjoy the experience. Also, I'll tell you right now, anytime you fuck me you will be wearing a condom and using lube. I will not be dry fucked again and I dislike the feeling of cum running out of my ass.
"So if I want to fuck you again I have to make sure I have condoms and lube?"
I nodded. "Don't worry, I usually have a supply available. But if you want to be spontaneous, you might want to bring your own. And I will tell you now that you will not be able to fuck me until I have healed up completely. Also please tell me if you don't want to do something. I won't be angry, I may be disappointed but I can live with disappointment."
"Finally, this isn't so much a rule but general information for you. I have only had sex with Colin. There is no one else in my past. He used condoms most of the time and after he dumped me I got his brother to give me an AIDS test just for my own piece of mind." I thought about the other pieces of information that I could give Stefan. Nothing else seemed pertinent but I decided to give Stefan's ego a little bit of a stroke. "Also, just for general knowledge, Colin did stretch me out--but his cock is smaller than mine and minuscule compared to yours."
I reached under the covers and into Stefan's underwear. His cock had started growing and I encouraged it to keep growing. Within moments his cock was rock hard and leaking precum into his underwear. Stefan had a big smile on his face and started bucking his hips, rubbing his cock against my hand. I removed my hand from his underwear and Stefan groaned. "Now. I want to ask you some questions. First, why did you hit me that night after the videos? I mean from my vantage point you have gone from homophobic to queer in less than 24 hours."
Stefan looked into my eyes and rubbed his hand against my black eye. "All right. You deserve to know the whole story. You can't tell a soul though, all right? I mean it."
"I trusted you with my secret. I will keep yours."
"First off, I didn't hit you because I thought you were gay. The reason I hit you was because you used a phrase that is dangerous in my house. If my father had heard you he would have hit me. There is to be no joking like that at my house. My parents take everything like that so seriously. I was never homophobic either. I have never had a problem with gay guys and I have never, ever pretended that I have had a problem. However, my parents are very Christian."
I pulled myself closer to Stefan and waited for him to continue.
"I have an older brother, named Aaron. My parents disowned him after they found him and his boyfriend Gerald fucking in his room. You won't find a picture of my brother in the house anymore. My parents even refuse to acknowledge that he exists."
"You see, we moved here about three years ago. Before we moved here we lived in Leduc, Alberta. My parents were farmers, but they didn't own the land. It belonged to my grandmother. My dad just worked the farm and when my grandma died he was to get the land. The day that my parents caught my brother was May 25. My parents had decided they needed some things from town and had left my brother alone. We had just made it to town when my dad realised that he had forgotten an important paper from the bank. So with a lot of cursing he turned the car around and headed back to the farm."
"My brother had invited Gerald over. I guess he'd told him that my parents had gone to town for the afternoon. They figured that they would have lots of time and then they could clean up and no one would be the wiser. Well, we got back to the farm and my dad went into the house. About a minute later Gerald came running out of the house, his nose bleeding. He stopped at the car and told my mom that my dad was beating my brother. My mom didn't move a muscle. She felt that if my dad was 'punishing' Aaron there had to be a good reason. I got out of the car and ran into the house. I love my brother dearly and I hated it when my dad hit him. I ran to Aaron's room and could hear my dad screaming that Aaron was a faggot. My dad, he...he wound up to hit my brother again. I ran into the room and my dad hit me instead when I jumped in front. I fell against Aaron, and we both to fell to the floor."
At this point Stefan started sobbing and I pulled him close in an attempt to comfort him. I couldn't believe that his dad could be so savage.
"My dad left the room right after he hit me. I think he was shocked that he had hit me instead of my brother. Aaron held me for a second and then we both stood. He was crying a little bit and I realised he wasn't wearing any pants. I found his pants and handed them to him. My brother couldn't even look me in the eyes. My dad came back a moment later and threw a duffel bag at my brother. 'You have five minutes to get your stuff packed and get the hell out of this house. We will not have sodomites desecrating this good Christian house.' My father's voice was very quiet, but the rage was smouldering in his eyes. 'Stefan. Come here now.' I stood up and took one last look at my brother. He looked at me with sad eyes, and I paused for a moment until Aaron signalled me to leave. I walked out of Aaron's bedroom and went to the bathroom. I pulled the door closed and cried in the dark room. I loved my brother so much and it hurt me to know that he was being kicked out of the house. It also scared me.
"I knew that my dad was a very strict Christian, but I never thought he would kick one of us out of the house. I heard my brother leave and then my dad knocked on the bathroom door. 'Hurry up. We still have to go to town.'
I couldn't believe that that bastard still wanted me to go to town with him. But I got up and dried my eyes. I knew if I pissed him off he would take another swing and this time mean to hit me. I walked out of the bathroom and looked at my father. He still had rage in his eyes. "Where's Aaron going to go?" I asked. He just looked at me and told me that he never wanted to hear that name ever again. We walked out to the car and I climbed into the backseat. Mom didn't say a word to me.
"Everything was different once my brother was out of the house. My parents eliminated any trace of my brother that had existed in the house. In their minds I was their only son. I settled into the new routine in the house, but I spent my time looking for Aaron. It was hard to believe, but he and Gerald had disappeared. My brother's effects were still felt though. Alberta Child and Welfare came out to the farm one day. They had had a report that my parents were abusing my brother and me. My dad talked to the investigator and by the end of the talk the investigator was convinced that my parents were right in kicking a sodomite out of the house. It was such a bad joke. Alberta Child and Welfare is filled with right wing bigots. They took my brother's claim and tossed it into the garbage.
"My brother had also told my grandma though. She was pissed off. She came out to the farm and told my dad that she wanted him off the farm by the end of the month. But, she gave him a golden handshake. She wrote him a check for $100,000 and told him that was his inheritance. My dad took the check and by the end of the month he had found a job with Saskatchewan Agriculture here in the Parkland region. We moved here and I haven't talked to grandma or my brother since. Well, I received a letter from Aaron explaining that he loved Gerald and what had happened that day. He didn't leave a forwarding address though and the letter I sent to my grandma was never answered."
Stefan's voice had faded down to a whisper and I just held onto him. He had been through so much. He wiggled just a bit to get more comfortable and I loosened my hold on him.
"I want to know what happened to my brother, but I still love my parents. I don't want to be disowned, but I want someone to love. I had Will over just after we moved and my dad heard him making a comment like the one you made the night we watched videos. He made Will leave and then started screaming at me that he didn't want another faggot in the family. He was throwing things and cursing. I tried to convince him that Will had just made a joke and I think he finally believed me. I talked to Will the next day and told him the same story I told you. He said that we could still be friends if I wanted and that he would make sure the other guys didn't make comments like that at my house. And so we became close friends. He held my secret close and made sure that the other guys behaved at my house. I should have warned you not to make comments like that instead of hitting you." Stefan looked at me and his eyes were red from crying.
Stefan pulled me close and just hung onto me. I tightened my grip on Stefan and we both just lay there enjoying each other's warmth.
CHAPTER 7
I awoke later that morning to Stefan stroking my face. I opened my eyes slowly and lifted my head to take a better look at Stefan.
"You sure so do sleep a lot."
"Mmm-hmm. I need all the energy I can get." I replied. I moved my left hand down Stefan's body letting my fingers glide along his smooth skin. When my fingers reached the elastic waistband of his underwear, I slipped them under the band.
"We don't have time for that Ian," Stefan said as he pulled my hand out of his underwear.
"What time is it?"
"It's eleven thirty. I still have to go home and pack so that we can go to the lake."
"I still have to ask my parents, but I guess I should pack anyway. Are you sure we don't have time for a quickie?"
"Positive you little nympho," Stefan replied with a smile. "Where's the washing machine? I have to wash the sheets and the towel."
"I can wash them, don't worry about it."
"No, I'll wash them. It's my fault that they need washing."
I looked at Stefan's face and could see the guilt that he felt over hurting me. "All right, I'll show you where the machines are." I rolled away from Stefan and dropped my feet to the floor. I looked around my bedroom for a pair of underwear. I stood up and slowly walked over to the pair that I had been wearing yesterday and pulled them on. I grabbed the shorts that had been lying beside the underwear and slipped them on. I looked over at Stefan just as he did the button up on his shorts. I carefully walked towards the door and was rewarded with a twinge of pain. I tried to mask the pain but Stefan must have seen it as he walked over and picked me up.
"Put me down," I protested. "I have to get used to the pain if I am going to convince my parents that nothing is wrong."
"Are you sure?" Stefan asked with concern in his voice.
"Positive."
Stefan put me down on the floor and I decided to test myself. I sprinted down the hallway and up the stairs. I reached the top of the stairs and grimaced. Sprinting up the stairs had to be the dumbest thing I'd ever done. The pain from running was intense but I was pretty sure I wouldn't have to do any running in front of my parents.
"And?" Stefan asked as he walked up the stairs carrying the sheets and the towel.
"And what?"
"How does it feel?"
"It's just a little sore," I lied. "I barely noticed."
"Uh-huh. Now how does it really feel?"
"It hurts, but I should be able to hide the pain."
"Are you sure?"
"It's all right," I reassured Stefan. I opened the door to the basement and led Stefan to the laundry room. After I showed him where the machines were he asked if he could stay for lunch.
"Sure. How about chicken nuggets?"
"Sounds good to me. Why don't you go start them while I get the laundry started?"
"Okay."
I turned my back and headed into the kitchen. I pulled the nuggets out of the freezer and tossed twenty on a plate. I didn't know about Stefan but I was hungry. I put the plate into the microwave and set the timer. I walked back to the laundry room to see how Stefan was doing. I stood at the doorway and was surprised to see Stefan standing at the sink and frantically rubbing the sheet. I watched for a couple of seconds and then watched as Stefan lifted the sheet up. The bloodstain on the sheet was at least two feet in diameter. I just stood there shocked. I hadn't realised I'd bled that badly. Stefan turned around and saw me standing at the door looking at the sheet he was holding. He quickly balled up the sheet and tossed it into the sink.
"I didn't want you to see it," Stefan said. "I just wanted you to forget what happened."
"Stefan I am never going to forget about what you did to me last night. I hope you never forget either. It was a learning experience. We are doomed to repeat our mistakes if we do not learn from them."
"Yeah I suppose so. I just didn't want you to freak out."
"Here let me help. You aren't doing it right."
I took the sheet from the sink and began scrubbing it with the stain remover. Slowly but surely the stain was removed from the sheet and then the towel. I threw them both into the washing machine with a lot of bleach and a fair bit of soap. After I started the machine, I led the way back to the kitchen where I reheated the nuggets and we had lunch.
After we finished devouring the nuggets, Stefan gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me he had to go home and pack. I kissed him back and told him to call me when he was done packing. I showed Stefan to the door and then headed down to my room. I started tossing my clothes into a suitcase. After about an hour of packing I felt that I had enough clothes and assorted other crap to last for at least a week or two. I flipped on my computer and dialled up my ISP. I sent out my email address to my friends in Toronto and told them that I was going away for the summer. I also told them a little about Stefan. I didn't tell them that he had hurt me. I just told them that I found someone I loved. I was sending out the last letter when two hands covered my eyes.
"Guess who?"
"I take it you're done packing."
"Yep," Stefan said. "But your phone was busy, so I decided to come over."
"Yeah, I was just sending notes to my friends to give them my address," I explained. "Figured that it would give me something to do while I was waiting for you to finish."
"You could've had a shower. You still smell a bit like sex."
"Yeah, I guess I do, don't I. Well, you can come and wash me."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
I walked to the bathroom and took a look at the shower. There was no shower curtain.
"Oh fuck. I forgot the shower curtain. I've got to replace that before the parents get home."
"Why?"
"I doubt my parents would be very pleased if I told them I tore it down while I was choking the chicken."
"Probably not. Look, have a bath now and then I'll borrow my parents car and we can go buy a shower curtain at Zeller's."
"Sounds good to me."
I pulled my shirt over my stomach and off of my body. I unbuttoned my shorts and let them drop to the floor. I moved to pull down my briefs when Stefan stopped me. He slid his hands under the waistband and slid my underwear over my hips and down my legs. I stood naked in front of him, my cock slowly beginning to harden. Stefan got down on his knees and took my cock into his mouth. His tongue began licking my cock all over and he used suction to encourage my cock to grow to full size. I began moaning and moving my hips in concert with his mouth. Stefan grabbed my hips and stopped me from moving. He attacked my cock with passion and kept trying to deep throat me. Every time he would get close his gag response would take over and he'd ease up the pressure. I was in heaven from the attention I was getting, but I knew I was close to the edge. Stefan slowed down for a few seconds and then slammed my cock all the way down his throat. That was all I needed. My cock started shooting sperm down his throat and my knees could no longer support my weight. Stefan slowly lowered me to the floor as his hands took the weight that I was putting on his hands.
"So how was that?"
"You are getting better," I replied with a smile. "But it's my turn now. Take off your pants."
"We don't have time. You have to bathe and we need to buy a shower curtain."
"Fine. But I get to suck you off next."
I hopped into the bathtub and ran the water. I quickly cleaned myself up and washed my hair with Stefan's help. After I was finished, I got out of the tub and dried off. I quickly tied my hair back and brushed my teeth. I got Stefan to apply salve to the tear, before dressing in a pair of pants and a shirt.
"Ready?" I asked as I grabbed my sunglasses off my dresser.
Stefan nodded and led the way to his parent's car. We made our trip to the mall and I was able to find a similar shower curtain to the one that got ripped. I told Stefan that I wanted to look around a bit and he told me that he'd meet me in the music section. I walked into the clothing section looking for another bathing suit. I managed to find a pair of trunks that I liked and that should fit me. I made my way to the till and paid for my purchases and accumulated another 1000 Club Z points. I walked into the audio section and found Stefan. I was tempted to grab his ass and kiss him right there, but my brain beat down my hormones and I just tapped him on the shoulder.
"Ready to go?"
"Yeah, they are sold out of the new David Usher CD. Nothing else I want to get."
"That sucks. But lead the way good sir, 'cause I can't remember where you parked."
We went back out to the car and drove back to the house. I took the shower curtain downstairs and hung it up. It looked good, and I doubted my parents would even notice. If they did I would just tell them a BS story about mildew. Stefan watched me hang the shower curtain quietly, like he was contemplating something.
"Whatcha thinking?" I asked as my curiosity got the better of me.
"Nothing."
"Uh huh. Tell me now or I'll have to tease you a little bit. I'd hate to have to give you a major case of blue balls."
"It's silly. Look, I don't want to tell you right now. Ask me again sometime."
I looked into Stefan's eyes. They were a little cloudy but were still very beautiful. "All right. I'll ask you again later. But nothing you have to say is really silly. I want you to know that."
Stefan smiled at me and then looked at his watch. "Oh man, I've got to go.
I told my mom I'd be home like 10 minutes ago."
"Then get your cute little butt out of here. I'll call you if my parents say yes. We can decide how we are going to get out to the lake after that."
"'Kay. Have a good supper."
I went upstairs with Stefan and showed him out. After he left I went to work getting supper ready. I wanted to make a good supper for my parents so that it would be easier to convince them to let me go to the lake and to make up for the lies that I was going to tell them. I was kinda troubled about lying to my parents but I felt it was for the best. I didn't know how they would react if I told them what Stefan had done to me.
I was just finishing preparing for supper when I heard my dad call from the front door that they were home. I walked out of the kitchen to greet them, and was kind of surprised by the looks on their faces.
"What happened to your eye?" My mom asked as she rushed over to take a look at the bruise.
"I walked into some furniture in the basement. I thought I could navigate well enough in the dark but I guess I can't."
My mom gave me the look. She was good at making people uncomfortable just by giving them the look. I stood my ground though and didn't avert my gaze.
"Supper's almost ready and I have to ask you guys something."
"What did you want to ask us, Ian?" My dad asked as he took off his shoes and collapsed onto the sofa.
"Can I go work out at Crystal Lake for the summer with Stefan and his friends?"
"Where would you work?" My mom asked as she sat down beside my father.
"They need some new employees as they just fired a couple for showing up drunk." I told my parents the story that Stefan had told me. They both sat there impassively as I pleaded my case.
"And where would you stay?" My dad asked.
"Stefan's friend Will has a cabin up there and he said we could both live there with him. His parents are in Europe so there is lots of room."
"So three teenage boys would be sharing a cabin, with no supervision." My mom stroked Louis.
"You can trust me. This would be a great opportunity for me to make some friends here."
"How would you get out to the lake?" My dad asked.
"I was hoping that you'd maybe give me and Stefan a ride out or we could catch a ride with his parents."
My dad looked at my mom and smiled a little bit. He reached into his pocket and tossed me something. It was a car key.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Your mom and I decided that she needed a car so we bought one while we were in Regina. You guys get to share the car."
"No way!"
"See for yourself."
I went to the door and looked out. Sitting on the driveway was a forest green Sunfire. I walked back into the living room and looked at my mom. "So mom, can I borrow the car for the summer?"
"Yes. You can go work at the lake and borrow the car. But you have to pay for gas."
"I will. I'm gonna call Stefan and tell him the good news."
"All right, Ian. You did say that supper was almost ready right? I'm hungry enough to eat a horse." Dad hefted himself off the couch.
"Supper should be done by now. I'll be right there."
I called Stefan up and told him the good news. He was floored when I told him that I would have the use of a car for the summer. I asked when he wanted to go to the lake and he said that anytime that I was ready would be good with him.
"All right, well I have to eat supper right now, so I'll call you back when I'm done. We can pack the car and then head out right after that.
"Okay," Stefan said. "I'll call Will and tell him that we'll take the jobs and that we should be there before 10 pm."
"Cool. Well see you in about half an hour."
"'Kay."
I went into the kitchen and sat down with my parents. I started eating and almost spit my food across the table when my dad asked if I was limping.
"It's just a muscle cramp. I over exerted myself in the pool yesterday. Nothing serious," I lied after I had swallowed my food.
"Are you sure Ian?" My dad asked in a questioning tone.
"Positive."
My dad went back to his food and I noticed my parents exchanging furtive glances between each other. I didn't say anything. I hated lying to them but it was for there own good. Supper was finished in silence and after I cleared the table I called Stefan up and told him to bring his stuff over. We quickly packed the car and asked each other if we had remembered everything. I was sure that I had and so was Stefan. I was about to start the car when my dad called me back into the house. I slid out of the car and walked to the front door.
"What?" I asked.
"Have a good time at the lake and be careful."
"I will. See you in about two weeks."
"What's up?" Stefan asked as I got into the car.
"Nothing. My dad just wanted to say good bye."
"Then let's see how fast this thing will go."
I looked over at Stefan and laughed. "How about we get out of the driveway first?"
Stefan laughed and I started the car up and headed out of the city. Stefan directed me onto the proper highway and as he cranked the tunes, I pinned it. I hoped it was going to be a summer to remember.
CHAPTER 8
We had driven about an hour and we still had an hour to go when I turned down the music so I could talk to Stefan.
"So what were you thinking? You said I could ask later so seeing as now is later I am going to ask now."
"Huh?"
"Remember when we were in the washroom this afternoon and you were watching me hang the shower curtain? I asked what you were thinking and you said it was silly and that I could ask you later--well I'm asking now." I looked over at Stefan and he looked back at me and then he averted his eyes. "What, come on. You have to tell me. Please."
"I was just thinking about how beautiful you were and how I didn't deserve you. I mean I've hurt you really badly twice now and you still like me."
"I don't like you Stefan. I love you. You are funny, and cute, and smart.
There is nothing about you that I don't like. You've just made a couple of mistakes which I am willing to forgive." I put my hard on Stefan's thigh and squeezed it gently. I slowly moved my hand up Stefan's thigh and eventually let it rest on his crotch. I squeezed a little more forcefully and was rewarded with a twitch from his cock.
"Hey, stop that. You are driving a car at 130 km/h that's enough to do without trying to make me cum."
"Come on. Let me try and multi-task."
"No. There was something else that I was thinking. I don't want to you to do anything for me sexually until you've healed. Sort of my punishment for hurting you."
"Excuse me." My foot came off the accelerator and the car started decelerating. "Did it occur to you that I might enjoy giving you blow jobs?
Besides I enjoy the blow jobs you give."
"Oh, I'll still give you blow jobs, I just won't let you give me blow jobs."
"I think not. I'm not going to get into a relationship where only one of us gets any pleasure. If I can't give you a blow job then you can't give me a blowjob. That's the way it works bucko."
"Look, I'm trying to make up for hurting you Ian. Please let me do this."
"Not a chance Stefan. You are beating yourself up emotionally and it's got to stop. Listen, what you did was wrong, but it was a mistake. Like I said I am willing to forgive you but you have to forgive yourself. All right?"
"Fine, but you should speed up a little. Going 40 km/h in a hundred zone is asking for the cops to pull you over."
I smiled at Stefan and down shifted into third. I quickly accelerated the car back up to 130 km/h. I reached over to Stefan's crotch and started feeling him up again. His cock quickly hardened and he started shifting in his seat. I slowly started masturbating him through his shorts and he moaned ever so softly. I kept glancing over to his face to see if he was enjoying himself. I tried to keep my eyes on the road, because the last thing I wanted was to roll the car.
"You better stop, or I'm going to make a mess in the car. And then what would your mom say?"
I took my hand off his crotch and applied the brakes. The car quickly slowed down and I pulled into one of the many approaches that joined at the side of the highway. I turned the car off and undid my seat belt. I looked over at Stefan and gave him a mischievous grin.
"What are you doing?"
I unbuttoned Stefan's shorts and reached in and released his hard cock. I pointed straight up. I bent over the centre console and inhaled Stefan's cock. Stefan started moaning and bucking his hips. I slowed down and gently nibbled on his cock just below the glans.
"Oh, Oh god. Oh Jesus I'm gonna cum."
I slammed Stefan's cock all the way down my throat as a torrent of semen started flowing out of his cock. I kept his cock in my mouth and kept licking his cock until he asked me to stop. I kept licking a little longer and pumped his cock to get the last of his delicious cream.
"Ian please stop. It's so sensitive."
"Really? So you don't want me to keep sucking on it. Maybe I should run my tongue along your glans a few times. See if you can cum again."
"Ian, please."
I lifted my head off of Stefan's crotch and gave him a quick kiss. "I'm sorry, I should've stopped when you asked the first time."
Stefan kissed me back and I felt his hand descend down to my crotch. "It's okay. But now it's my turn."
I pulled Stefan's hand off of my crotch before he could get me fully hard and smiled at him. "Nope, no time. Will is expecting us."
"What? You get to make me shoot and I don't get to reciprocate. That hardly seems fair."
"You blew me in the bathroom this afternoon. I'm just evening things up."
I backed out of the approach and returned to our cruising speed as Stefan cleaned up and put everything away. I turned up the Moist CD that we had been listening to, and Stefan and I just sat back and listened to the tunes.
My favourite song on the disc came on and I began singing along with David Usher.
"I've been drowned out by the rain, still I'm wishing I could stay, but I'm sorry my old friend, I've got to leave you once again."
"Has anyone ever told you that you can't sing?" Stefan asked with a big smile on his face.
"Many people have told me I can't sing. It's nice to dream though."
"How about we leave the music to Moist and talk about something?"
I reached over and turned the music down so we could still hear it in the background, but that it was quiet enough that we could talk without screaming. "So, what do you want to talk about?"
"I don't know. How about we just take turns asking each other questions?"
"Sounds good to me. But you have to answer any question that you ask."
"Fair enough. I get to go first. Let's see. Ummmm, okay. When did you tell your parents you were gay?"
"When did I tell my parents that I was gay? Shortly after Colin dumped me and I ended up in the Hospital."
"Why were you in the hospital?"
"I collapsed at school one day. I was down to 75 pounds and my body just couldn't handle it. It shut down. My parents were so worried about me. My parents stayed with me at the hospital while the doctors basically force-fed me in an attempt to get my weight back up to a somewhat normal level. My parents were sure that the move or something that they had done had made me so depressed. I finally told them so that they wouldn't worry so much. They took it really well, which kinda surprised me. I mean you hear all these stories about parents..." I stopped in mid sentence as I realised Stefan knew what some parents were like. He didn't need my little commentary. I looked over to Stefan and I thought I could see a tear in the dark car.
"I'm sorry Stefan. I should've thought before I uh, before I..."
"It's okay Ian. Please continue."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Okay. Um, anyway, what was I saying? Oh right. Once I had gained a few pounds and promised that I would eat they released me and let me go home. My parents asked me if I had a boyfriend and I told them about Colin. I didn't tell them a whole lot. Just that he was a university student and that we had broken up. I think they knew more than they were letting on. In fact I am pretty sure they did. I think they knew I was gay before I told them. They just didn't want to say anything. I went back to school and my friends were all worried about me. There was a rumour going around school that I had terminal cancer and that I was going to die soon. I told each of them separately that I was gay and that I hoped they could accept it. A couple were shocked, but most of them had a pretty good idea that I was gay but weren't going to say anything in case they were wrong. There were only two people that couldn't accept it and we parted ways. They wouldn't talk to me no matter how hard I tried to be friendly. One was sure that I had a thing for him, which I didn't. The other was very religious and thought that I was going to burn in hell so he didn't want anything to do with me."
"That would suck. I guess that's another reason for me not to come out of the closet. My parents would disown me and I might end up with friends that would hate me."
"Hey, if they are true friends they'll accept it. If they can't accept you for who you are do you really want them as a friend?" I rubbed Stefan's arm in a show of support. "My turn for a question. Let's see. I want a good one. I know. Which of your friends have you fantasized about sexually?"
"Oh sure. Ask me a tough one. Well here in Yorkton, I have fantasized about Will and about Rick. I am pretty sure they are both straight and I haven't made any moves on either of them for fear that my parents would find out and disown me. I mean if they aren't gay and they freaked out and my parents heard I would be booted out so fast."
"True enough. Will is pretty cute. I don't think I met Rick."
"Nope. Rick had to stay out at the lake the night we went to the movies. I am sure that you will meet him pretty quick though. He's really tall and built. I'm sure he and his girlfriend fuck all the time. But, I've got you now. I don't need to fantasize about anyone else." Stefan wrapped his arm around my shoulder and gave me a kiss on my cheek.
"Thanks. You don't know how much it means to me to hear you say that."
"Your welcome. How about you though? Which of your friends did you find cute?"
"There were two that I used to have fantasies about. They were both straight. One was about your height but really thin like me. The other was about 5'6" and really well built. He was the running back on the school football team. They were both average in the size department. I didn't get much of a look but the looks that I managed to sneak were good ones. They were both beautiful. Neither of them could hold a candle to you though." I placed my hand on Stefan' crotch and started rubbing him.
"Hey, hey, hey. None of that. We have to get to the cabin. We still have 15 minutes of driving left."
"So how do you want to handle the sleeping arrangements?" I asked.
"Well we are going to be sleeping in the same bed. I thought I told you that."
"Yes you did. But how are we going to be sleeping in the bed. Like platonic straight friends or are you gonna have your arm wrapped around me with your cock between my cheeks. I personally prefer having your cock between my cheeks but if Will walks in they would be a lot of explaining to do."
"Yeah, just a little. I guess we had better sleep like platonic straight friends and confine any sexual activity to times when he is out."
"I agree. Okay now that we have that sorted out. It's your turn for a question."
We continued asking questions about what we were looking for out of life. We both wanted kids and we both wanted to get into a long-term relationship.
Stefan was planning on heading to Saskatoon to take a computer science degree while I was still undecided where I wanted to go to university. I knew I wanted to get into computer programming but other than that I hadn't made any plans.
We finally arrived at Crystal Lake resorts and drove up to the park gate. I got a season pass and I let Stefan direct me to the cabin. After a short drive we ended up at Will's cabin. It was a bungalow on the beach. Stefan led me around to the front of the cabin so I could see it before we went in.
There was a boat tied up to a personal dock and there were a couple of life jackets sitting on wooden beach chairs that had faded in the sun.
"About fucking time."
I spun around and saw Will standing in a pair of swim trunks, holding a beer.
"I was wondering when you two would get here. Either of you care for a beer?"
"I'll have one," Stefan said as he walked over to his friend.
"Hi, Ian. Nice to see you again! What happened to your eye man? It looks like someone took a fairly good swing at you."
"Nah, I just walked into some furniture in the dark."
"Uh-huh. Care for a beer?"
"Um, sure. What time do we start tomorrow?"
Will handed me the other beer he had in his hands. "Ten. All three of us work the cover shift. 10 am to 6 pm."
"Cool. What do you do?
"I work in the kids programming area. Basically it's my job to help entertain the 12 and under brats at the rec centre. I am basically the runner. They have a couple of university students that actually run the program. It's my job to make sure that the materials are all ready to go for crafts and a variety of other shitty jobs. Mind you it's better than maintenance and clean up."
"I'd imagine so."
"Stefan is going to be one of the lifeguards at the main public beach. Hey Stefan, your Water Safety Instructor certificates are still valid, right?"
"Yeah. What levels do they have me teaching?"
"I think they have you doing yellow, orange, and red."
"Oh good. The little kids. Oh well. At least I won't have to deal with any smart mouthed brats. What's Ian going to be doing?"
"Well, Ian gets a nice cushy job. They have him working in the office handing out camping spots and park passes at the gate. It's a good job and the office is air-conditioned. They have a uniform that you have to wear though. Khaki shirt, khaki shorts, and sandals. If it's cold out they have you wearing a pair of khaki pants."
"Sounds like a pretty cool job."
"Just wait. You have to work with super bitch."
"Super bitch?"
"Yep. Her name is Norma. She is this religious freak who thinks that people should be at home going to church rather than having a good time out at the lake. She feels it is her job to act as the moral conscience for the entire park. She is going to belittle everything you do. Nothing you can do will ever be right. Have fun."
"Oh well. A job's a job and this one still sounds cool."
"Well, why don't you guys get your things into the cabin. I made up the bed and emptied out the drawers in there so you guys can put your stuff away."
"Cool," I replied as I headed back to the car, "Where should I park the car?"
"Right where it is is good. Nice set of wheel by the way."
"Thanks."
Stefan and I each grabbed our suitcases and brought them into the cabin. The cabin would best be described as rustic, but it boasted all the modern conveniences. We dropped our suitcases into the bedroom and walked back out to the main room. We sat down with Will and finished off our beers. We talked for a while and Will asked me how I was enjoying small town Saskatchewan. I told him that it was okay, but different.
Will started yawning and I realised that I was really tired. Will showed us where the bathroom was and then said good night. Stefan and I followed him to the bedrooms. Once in the bedroom I pulled off my shorts and took off my shirt so I was standing there in my underwear. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste and headed to the bathroom. Will was in the bathroom so I stood outside the door waiting for him to finish up. Will opened the door to the washroom and almost bumped into me. He was wearing a pair of white jockeys and I could see his cock and balls outlined quite nicely. I said a quick good night to Will and rushed into the bathroom. After emptying my bladder I washed up and brushed my teeth. Just before I finished I heard a slight tapping on the door.
"Just a sec. I'm almost done."
"'Kay," Stefan whispered. "No hurry."
I finished up and let Stefan into the bathroom. He was wearing the boxers that he had been wearing in the car. Once in the bedroom I crawled into bed and pulled the covers over myself. I decided that I would wear underwear just in case Will did something bizarre in the morning. Stefan quietly walked into the room and started digging around in my toiletries kit. I looked at him a little weird and then asked what he was doing.
Stefan looked at me and then silently held up the tube of salve. I grimaced slightly and then rolled over onto my stomach. Stefan sat down on the bed and pulled my underwear down to my knees. He put a little dab of the slave on his index finger and slowly began rubbing it into the tear. I felt the now familiar burning sensation and I started getting hard in spite of the slight pain. Once Stefan was done rubbing the slave in he rolled me over and took my cock into his mouth. I almost groaned but then I remembered that I had to be very quiet. Stefan worked my cock and I could feel my balls start to draw up in anticipation of the release that they would be getting. I blew my load down Stefan's throat and slowly relaxed. I had remained quiet throughout but was still a little shocked at Stefan's brazenness. He got off the bed and turned off the light. Stefan quickly made his way across the room and slid into bed next to me. I slipped under the covers and found his rock hard cock waiting for me. I slowly drew it into my mouth and started licking and sucking it. I bobbed my head up and down the shaft taking his full length in with each stroke. I felt his balls tighten up and Stefan arched his back off the bed in an attempt to get his entire cock into my mouth. I obliged him and was rewarded with his steaming hot load. I quickly swallowed his cum and the slid up so I was lying beside him.
"Good night, Stefan."
"Good night, Ian."
Continued.