Lawn Boy, Chapter 3
Liam awoke with the eerie sensation a person gets when someone is staring at him. His imagination wasn't playing tricks. Perrin was looking at him with doleful eyes.
"Um, are you okay?" Perrin asked, quietly.
"I'm on top of the world! Why wouldn't I be?"
"I was afraid I might have messed you up by luring you into something that could make you uncomfortable the morning after. I feel responsible and, um, a little guilty."
"Guilty for making my dreams come true?"
"Well, I'm the one who's been enticing you by finding excuses to be naked together, and hoping to fulfill my carnal desires for real, instead of, um, by myself."
"Have I been inspiring you to jack off and cum a lot?"
"Yeah, bucketsful of cum."
"So, I'm not the only one guilty of the sin of lust," Liam grinned. "I have a worse depravity to confess. Look at these," he said as he picked up his phone from the night stand and pulled up the nude pix he'd take of Perrin.
"You took nudies of me? I did the same thing," Perrin admitted. "I felt ashamed, but turned on at the same time."
"Me too! We're a lot alike."
"I can't believe how much! We've only been acquainted for a few weeks, but it seems like you've been my friend forever. I think we were meant to be soulmates, like David and Johnathan in the Old Testament. Preachers like my dad try to pass that story off as being about two close buddies, but I'm positive it went deeper."
"David did "fall on Johnathan's neck and kiss him." Liam agreed, kissing just above Perrin's right bicep to demonstrate his point.
"About those nude photos of each other..." Perrin began.
"I know. I'll delete them," Liam said, blushing.
"I was going to suggest taking more. We could have a nude photoshoot by the pool after we run today."
"I'll be running HARD in anticipation!"
"Not to break the mood, but I suppose we should shower and eat if we don't want to be late to your church. What time did you say; 10:00?"
"Yup, you're right on both counts."
Showered, fed, and nicely dressed, the young men arrived at First Lutheran with about 10 minutes to spare. Kellan had saved them seats by him in the balcony where a lot of the teens chose to sit.
Since Perrin's worship experience had been strictly confined to his father's church and others like it, he was fascinated by the service which followed a liturgical form. It moved seamlessly from one part to the next, and it wasn't punctuated by the word, "amen" every few minutes.
The pastor gave a message based on Matthew 25 which emphasized looking after the needs of one's fellow humans. He said that this was one of the significant expectations of people who claimed to be followers of Christ. His disciples were to look after people's physical needs as well as their spiritual ones.
There was no talk about the "culture wars" or how the world was going to Hell in a handbasket. His points all coincided with the way Perrin's beliefs were evolving. Once again, he was questioning the faith of his father, at least in the way it was applied to the world around them.
Knowing the guys were likely to go for their usual run in the afternoon, Cindy prepared a lunch that would allow them to choose the amount of food they wanted to ingest beforehand. She didn't want to starve or overload them.
Coming back to Perrin's house from the trail, hot and perspiring freely, they grinned about what lay ahead.
"Do you want to shower first, or set up the camera?" Perrin asked.
"Could we take a few hot, sweaty pix first?"
"That's an excellent idea! It's second only to your choice of where to sleep last night!"
Reflecting on their passionate activities from the previous evening caused them both to sprout wood. Perrin hoped to capture the prominent bulges in their track shorts.
The pictures they took of each other, and together, with the camera on a tripod and using the self-timer, were also hot. The first several shots were sensuous, but G-rated. They became increasingly erotic until the last few were at least soft-porn. Along the way, there were images of their cocks peeking out through the leg openings of their split-side running shorts. The final ones in the series recorded streams of cum on their bodies after a serious session of frottage. They sent all the pix to their email accounts to make sure they were preserved in more than one place.
"This was almost as hot as last night!" Perrin exclaimed. "Until our first kiss, I wasn't absolutely, positively, certain that I was gay. Now, I can't possibly deny it."
"I've known about me for a long time, and my family has too. I hope I'm not guilty of leading you into temptation."
"You're not. I wanted to go there, and we went hand in hand. I've already confessed that I used our times in the pool as an excuse to be naked with you, so I could feast my eyes on your bod. My awareness of my orientation has been evolving for at least the past year, especially with being in college where I had more freedom."
"I'm glad you've discovered yourself, and me, in the process. I dreamed of being intimate with you about as soon as we met. Your body turns me on, and I can't get enough of licking the salt off it. God, you taste s-o-o-o good!"
"You wanna shower off and get in the shade? Maybe we could try some more kissing."
A few minutes later, the freshly-washed pair did exactly that.
"I'm ready for my math lesson," Perrin grinned.
"What?"
"You know, practicing math facts, like adding 35 and 34, multiplying 23 by three, subtracting one from 70."
"Are you sure you want to do that with me so soon?"
"I want to explore everything with you; um, not all at once, but eventually. I made a vow when I was 13 that I'd never have sex with someone I didn't want to marry. Well, I plan to keep that vow, and I hope you'll consider being my husband – eventually."
"That would be unbelievably good! It's awfully early in our relationship to promise to love, honor, and cherish forever, so I won't hold you to it if you have a change of heart. But, I don't see me changing mine."
"That's good enough for me. We must have a little more cum stored up. Let's see if we can SUCK seed."
"If I heard you right, that's a really corny pun. Am I misinterpreting it?"
"Nope, now find something to stuff in your mouth to keep you quiet!"
They both found something hot and juicy to use as pacifiers, and it wasn't more than 15 minutes, of trying to make it last longer, before they received their reward.
They were still lying around in the afterglow when the land-line phone rang. Perrin hadn't received his usual fatherly-advice email, so he was anticipating hearing something before the day was over. He was not, however, ready for the verbal tirade that ensued. After only a second's hesitation, he turned the cordless phone on "speaker" so Liam could hear everything. It would save a lot of explaining later.
"It's after midnight here and I can't sleep because of all the bad reports I've gotten about you! Not only did you miss church today, but I hear you turned down the Bachmann's Independence Day invitation and you haven't been returning Naomi's calls. That's rude! She's beginning to think you don't like her!"
"Hmm," Perrin snickered, "She's brighter than I thought!"
"Don't be flippant! She'd be ideal for you. She's down to earth and wants to raise a big family. They're fine, upstanding people who are on our level faith-wise as well as socially."
"I don't care if she has a bank account as big as Rhianna's and she's as pure as the Virgin Mary; I have no interest in her."
"You seem to have an interest in that boy you hired to do yard work. You've been seen with him a lot, even at a movie that's inappropriate for a Christian boy to watch!"
"If it was inappropriate, how come your spy was there too? Or do you have some private detective following me around? I'm an adult, not a boy, and I think I have the right to decide whether `adult' content is or isn't appropriate for me."
"I'll bet that kid is leading you astray. You have to get rid of him immediately and hire the company I used to use."
"I have no plans of taking away his job. He needs it."
"You'll do what I say, or else!"
"Or else what?"
"Or else I'll put you out on the street and take away your car and you'll be the one needing to mow lawns. See that it's done soon or I'll have to come home and take care of things myself."
"Okay, let's both take it down a notch. I'll talk to him about it on Thursday, but only after he's done the lawn at least one more time. He's depending on that money to help support his family," Perrin lied.
"Okay, if he's desperate for the money, I'll let him stay till the last week of August when we get back, but you must not socialize with him at other times. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, Father, I hear you."
After that, Peter, Sr. cut off the conversation without another word.
"Now, I'm sorry I let you hear that," Perrin apologized. "I wouldn't have used the speaker if I'd have known where this was going."
"I'm sorry to be the cause of conflict between your father and you. I'm a peace-loving kind of guy."
"You're not the cause of fighting; he is. He's always been a domineering person with all of us. Max often stood up to him, but I never have until now. I've finally found the balls to do it."
"You may pay a heavy price for it. What if he DOES throw you out and refuses to pay for your education?"
"I'd be okay. Most of my college expenses are covered by academic scholarships. He can't take those away. I have enough in my savings account to pay for my room and board for fall term at least."
"But what will you do after that runs out? Maybe I shouldn't buy the pickup, and give the money to you."
"You'd do that?"
"Yup, I love you more than that truck."
"That's awesome, but don't even think it! If I need money bad enough I can sell MY car. It shouldn't come to that because I was offered an RA job in the dorm. I turned it down, but I'll call to see if it's still available. If I can't do it this fall, I'll surely get the chance next term because there's always some turnover at the end of a semester."
"Is your money protected, or can he get to it?"
"That's a good point. My mother's name is on the savings account with mine, so you're right, I need to move that. She would knuckle under immediately if he pressured her."
"What about your car."
"It's in my name because the insurance was cheaper that way. The title is in the safe-deposit box, but I have a key and authorization to get into it, so I'll clean out my stuff tomorrow and set up a new account in my name only. I'd better find my passport too. Who knows what he might do to screw me over when he finds out I'm gay? Thanks for thinking of those details!"
When the guys drove to Liam's house for dinner, as was their Sunday night custom, Perrin asked Liam to lie down in the back seat before they drove out of the garage so he wouldn't be seen. Perrin was beginning to feel paranoid about being spied upon. He took a circuitous route, and checked the mirror constantly to see if someone was tailing him. Eventually, the blue car he'd seen behind him for several miles turned into the shopping mall lot. Only then, did he feel comfortable.
Loren knew something was wrong the minute he saw Perrin's face.
"What's up? Did you guys have a fight?"
"No, I'd never fight with Liam. I love him too much."
The minute the words left his mouth, Perrin regretted not censoring it better. He didn't know how much Liam's parents knew about their relationship, even though he was out to them.
"I, um, mean, um..."
"I think I know what you mean," Cindy smiled. "I'm sure he feels the same about you."
"Are you okay with that?" Perrin asked.
"If neither of you gets hurt, I'm fine with whatever is developing between the two of you."
Perrin began to cry, and Cindy hugged him tightly. It was a wonderful experience. He couldn't remember anyone but Liam holding him so tenderly – ever!
"Thanks! With Liam's permission, I want to share the gist of my father's call with you, and I want to tell you how much your son means to me."
Perrin bared his soul. Of course, he didn't even hint at the romantic moments Liam and he had shared, but he did let them know they were soul-mates. The family members all listened sympathetically. Even Kellan held his tongue when he might have made a wise-crack. Liam was thankful for that!
Having gotten a lot of it off his chest, Perrin was more at peace than he'd been in several weeks.
By the time the grilling was done, everyone's appetite was back, and they were ready to do justice to Loren's cooking.
After the table in the gazebo was cleared, they all came back out to enjoy the cool of the evening, watching fireflies flitting around the yard and listening to the crickets and the few birds who weren't making an early night of it.
Loren and Cindy went into the house later to bring back a choice of items for dessert. When they did, they extended an invitation to Perrin. Loren began it, and Cindy chimed in from time to time.
"Perrin, you're a fine young man, and we couldn't wish for anyone nicer to be our son's special friend. We want you to know that you're always welcome to stay with us if your parents disown you. Let me change the phrasing a bit. You're welcome to LIVE with us for as long as you want."
"Wow, I don't think anyone's ever said anything nicer to me!"
"And we mean it," Cindy interjected. "It's not idle talk. I'm sure Liam would be willing to share his room with you."
Both boys blushed, but didn't deny it.
"Or, they could have my room with the twin beds," Kellan blurted out before he thought it through.
"Mine has the attached bathroom, so I think that would work out best," Liam spoke up, trying to cover the discomfiture he could see in his brother's eyes.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot," Kellan swallowed, attempting to conceal his embarrassment at making a faux pas.
It was nearly 9:00 p.m. when Perrin rose to leave.
"Thanks for everything," he said as he embraced Cindy.
Loren stood too, and put his arms around Perrin, just like he would have for either of his sons.
"You have our number, and we want you to call if you need anything. We now have three sons."
"Thanks," Perrin swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Come on Loren and Kellan, let's give these two a little privacy before they part," Cindy suggested.
After the family had gone into the house, the guys spent another 10 minutes saying goodnight, but it was mostly nonverbal. Hugs and kisses imparted more sentiment than mere words.
Their passionate parting left the young men with unfulfilled desire. So, they did what any number of millennials are prone to do. They sent each other pix to show the extent of their lust to each other in text messages.
They recalled how wonderful last night had been. Neither of them could think of terms powerful enough to describe it. They agreed that they had experienced a 100,000-volt zap when their naked bodies first made contact.
They remembered kissing hungrily and caressing every part of the other's body they could reach.
A few minutes into their electronic conversation, Liam captured a short video burst of his spewing cock and sent it to Perrin who promptly forwarded a similar one to him. Then they exchanged selfies of faces with tongues out and traces of cum.
Eventually, they signed off and lay down to sleep, satiated for the time being.
Liam didn't get the chance to drift off immediately. There was a soft rap on his door. He thought about ignoring it, but pulled a pair of boxers over his softening cock and unlocked it.
"I'm sorry about being so dense," Kellan apologized.
"Dense?"
"Yeah, my offer to trade rooms. I mean, I'm old enough to know the score.
I hope you don't think I'm completely stupid."
"Nah, just a little," Liam teased. "Honestly, I thought it was sweet of you to suggest it. You showed your acceptance of Perrin just like Mom and Dad."
"Are you guys boyfriends?"
"We haven't used that term, but I guess if we're soulmates, that must mean the same thing."
"That's cool! I think being soul-mates is way deeper."
"Yeah, I guess it is. You better get to bed or you won't have time to get off before you go to sleep," Liam grinned.
"I'm sure you've done that already; probably more than once today."
"Maybe," Liam beamed.
Author's notes: Thanks to all of you who respond after reading the new chapters. I appreciate your encouragement. The list this week includes: Cary R, Neville E, Wayne, Joe W, Vern, Charles G, Chandra B, Bill K, Walter Sz, Dan B, Jim M, Tom A, Gordon, Oz, Steen J, Kirk C, JLF Mendy D, M Cummins, Andy, Joe H, Steve C, Bill T, Dick W, Skip M, Douglas and Lawrence, Avid R, John L, Randy Mac, LAD, Al B, Ott H, Don Mac, Craig S, Frank K, Zero M, Tony C, Paul R, and Paul F.
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