Lawn Boy, Chapter 5
The lovers were awakened by a light tapping on the bedroom door. They had slept in a bit, but there was still quite a bit of time before they needed to leave for church.
"Are you guys up?" Kellan called.
"Yup, you're welcome to come in," Liam answered.
Kellan entered wearing sleep shorts and a shy grin, as if he were entering an inner sanctum where he wasn't really supposed to be. He blushed as his eyes rested on the lumps in the sheet that left no doubt both guys were sporting morning wood. He averted his gaze quickly, but not before Liam caught him. Liam grinned and pulled up his knees so that the bedding hid the outline of their assets. Then he patted the edge of his side of the bed, inviting his brother to sit.
"So, how's my baby bro this morning?" Liam grinned.
"I'm good. How's your butt feeling?"
"Just fine, sassy brat! If it's any of your business, we aren't doing that."
"Sorry, I was just teasing."
"I know, and I'm teasing back. I think it's cool you aren't embarrassed to allude to what we might have been doing."
"Um, Mom said breakfast will be ready in half an hour, and I'm supposed to roust you out," Kellan said, changing the subject.
"I suppose we should at least rinse off and brush our teeth before we eat," Liam nodded. "I've got to piss like a racehorse anyway."
"Me too," Perrin chimed in, as he began to throw back the sheet.
Kellan took that as his cue to leave. He was curious about what Perrin's dick looked like, but he didn't want to get caught staring, so he got up and left to take his own shower, and probably coat the drain with jizz in the process.
The sermon that Sunday was part of the summer series about helping others. It was titled, "Who is My Neighbor, Today?" Dr. Lund read the scripture about the Good Samaritan, and applied the story to the 21st century. He suggested that the Jewish traveler who was robbed and beaten was probably from the privileged circle which considered itself to be in the upper echelons of society – favored by God, and above the poor, and people of mixed race. By his very label, the Samaritan was descended from Jews who had intermarried with foreigners, and were therefore considered to be lower class.
"Imagine the traveler today as a person from white Christian society who possibly looked down on people of color, or those whose sexual orientation was different from his own. Then, this community big-shot is gunned down by a mentally ill Caucasian, and the one who rushes to his aid is a gay, African-American bystander.
"A minister, and a church elder pass him by because they're on an important errand and don't want to get involved. It is the person who has been marginalized by society who steps up to stem the flow of blood until the EMT's arrive. Then, he goes back to visit him in the hospital to make sure he's getting the best treatment. That is the one who followed Christ's teaching. That is the one who loved his neighbor as himself."
A number of the worshipers nodded their heads thoughtfully.
"We, as a congregation of believers, must do the same when the situation is reversed. If a person of another race is being harassed because of the color of his or her skin, we need to step in. The same holds true if our gay brother and lesbian sister are being denied their rights because of their orientation, or our Muslim neighbor is being picked on because she's wearing a hajib. We need to be that voice of reason that stands up for their rights, binds their emotional wounds, and offers hospitality. That is what it means to follow our Lord. Amen."
At the end of the sermon, Perrin reached over and squeezed Liam's hand. His eyes were misty, betraying the deep emotion he felt. At last, he truly understood what he'd been missing in his religious experience.
During the fellowship time following the service, Perrin sought out Dr. Lund and asked about the procedures for joining the church. He received a warm welcome, and was informed about an inquiry class which would meet during the following week.
"We welcome all who profess belief in Jesus, and we accept letters of membership from other churches. We do believe in baptism, but again we accept what other denominations have done, whether by affusion or immersion."
"I was dunked totally under the water by an ordained minister, but I have to tell you that it was at the Gospel Tabernacle. I hope that's okay. If it doesn't count, I'll do whatever you want in that regard."
"Were you active there?"
"I had to be. My father is Peter Prichard."
"Oh my, this will be a big change for you then."
"And a welcome one. I've been coming here with Liam," he said, inclining his head toward his soulmate, "and I've finally found a faith which I can embrace and defend without feeling like a hypocrite."
"I'll be pleased to have you join us. I'm relatively certain that you'll be coming in by profession of faith, and not by letter. I doubt the Gospel Tabernacle people consider us to be true believers. They will likely resist transferring your membership."
"I'm sure your right; and I'm sure they're wrong! Your sermon today summed up what I have come to hold as important. We need to actually care for our neighbors, and not simply chase them with a butterfly net in hopes of capturing their souls!"
"Thank you! You've summed up my outlook very simply, and with humor. It will be a joy to have you as part of our congregation."
About an hour after their lunch settled, the guys went to the trail as usual, only this time, they rode their bicycles instead of running.
Their running shorts had been traded for spandex ones which made them look just as sexy. They were among the riders who could wear the stretchy, form-fitting material without worrying about bulges created by fat instead of muscle. The "muscles" between their legs weren't disguised, but those didn't come under the heading of "unfortunate lumps."
They biked a 30-mile round-trip before deciding they'd had enough for one day. Since they hadn't driven over to the trail, they decided to ride their bikes on to Perrin's house to check things out, and to have some playtime in the pool.
As he always did, Perrin shut off the security alarm and all the cameras he knew about. He still feared there might be new ones hidden somewhere, but since Liam had said he didn't care if someone filmed him naked, Perrin decided he didn't either.
They cavorted nude in the water for half an hour before getting out to lie in the sun. It was then that Perrin's phone alerted him of the messages from his family.
In an email, Max warned Perrin that something was afoot. He had overheard their father telling their mother that Perrin needed to be straightened out, and that they would have to go home a week earlier than originally planned. He forbade her telling Perrin anything about the change. He wanted it to be a "surprise." Max interpreted that as an attempt to catch Perrin doing something he'd been forbidden to do.
Max said the rationale their father was giving the congregation for coming home early was that the power of Satan had thwarted their mission. They hadn't had the "harvest of souls" he'd expected.
That statement was followed by an eye-rolling emoji. Perrin had to laugh, because he could picture Max's eyes doing the same thing. Truth be told, they probably hadn't converted anyone with their rambling message.
Max finished by saying he missed the USA, but especially Perrin. He admitted that he truly cared about his sibling. Perrin felt a couple of tears in his eyes as he shared the communication with Liam. Max was looking out for him, like he'd looked out for Max in the past.
Perrin responded with a fairly lengthy epistle of his own, thanking Max for his concern, and telling him not to worry. He was in a good place, and had arranged his affairs so that he could survive whatever their father had in mind.
There was a simplistic text from Pennie, and a short one from his mother. >From the tone of Pennie's remarks, he feared she would turn out as empty-headed as Naomi Bachmann.
His mother told him to be good, and that she was praying for his soul. That sent his eyebrows heavenward, and a chill down his spine. He was now certain that what his grandmother had suspected was for real. His family must have figured out his orientation, and his fondness for Liam. He couldn't deny either of those facts.
His father's text appeared on the screen as Perrin watched, and he was expected to answer immediately. This was the one he'd been anticipating. He was just as glad it wasn't a long-distance call as such. The words would be bad enough without the tone of his father's voice to heighten their effect.
"Tell me the substance of today's sermon," was the first message on his phone. There was no salutation or polite inquiry about his health.
"It was based on the parable of The Good Samaritan, and it talked about who our neighbors are in today's world." Perrin wrote back immediately.
"Wrong answer! It was about how the liberals are ushering in the Apocalypse, and the text was from the Book of Revelation. I know because I collaborated on it!"
"That may be what your congregation heard, but not the one I did."
"I demand that you tell me where you went that was preaching hogwash like that!"
"And I respectfully decline to answer."
"You have become tainted by the world. There will be a day of reckoning when I return! The Bible says that if thine eye offend thee, pluck it out! How much more that will apply to a wayward son. I have the right to cast you out of our home if you don't change your ways and obey me."
"It's your house, and you may do as you please. However, I don't have to do as you wish."
"You'd better think things over carefully. You're 19, and I don't have to house you, feed you, or pay for your education. I can take back your car, and you'll be working a low-paying job without transportation to get there."
"No, you don't have to support me, but the car is in my name, Father dearest, and you can't take it away. How are you going to explain all this harsh treatment to your congregation? Have you thought about that?"
"They will bless me for cutting you off like a cancer! I'll be the example of how to discipline wayward children."
"Just like you did when you slapped Max around? You're certainly a fine example of a loving father. Don't worry about me; I'll be fine. I'm a survivor.
"TTYL."
With that, Perrin ended their communication. He smiled as he showed it to Liam.
"Remind me not to get into a battle of wits with you." Liam grinned after reading the entire exchange.
"It would be a fair fight between us; you keep your cool. My father can't. He throws a tantrum if things don't go his way. I know how to push his buttons. It's not all that difficult. He's good at repeating a trite spiel based on what his church teaches, but when it comes to wits, he falls short."
"Yeah, but you really are cut off now!"
"Yup, and that's the way I like it." Perrin insisted.
Then he broke into song, his clear baritone voice paraphrasing the words of the slave, Jim, from Big River: "I'll be free at last, free at last... Great God Almighty, I'll be fr-e-e-e – a-a-t last!"
"That's beautiful! I'll bet you get drafted into the choir."
"I'll join if you will."
"Let's!"
They got back in the pool to cool off again, playing grab-ass, swimming between each other's legs, and generally making one another horny.
"How embarrassed would you be if we got caught on camera making out?" Perrin asked.
"Not at all, if we got to keep a copy of the video. It might be hot to know someone else could see us."
"Ah, you're a man after my own heart!"
"Or a man after your own HARD," Liam giggled, as he grabbed for that part of Perrin's anatomy.
Back on the patio, they kissed with abandon. Feeling one another up caused them to get about as hard as possible. They were just settling into the 69-position when Perrin caught a glint of light from something shiny protruding slightly from the decorative shutter on the kitchen window. He pointed it out to Liam, and both waved their hands at it. They were convinced it was another camera, and went to get a closer look.
By this time, their dicks had wilted considerably.
"Okay, where's the logical place to hide a receiver that's not too far away?" Perrin wondered aloud.
"Perhaps a kitchen cupboard," Liam suggested. "One with an outlet."
They looked in the cabinet over the microwave, but there was nothing extra plugged in. They searched the outlets above the counter tops to see if a random cord happened to be running to some undisclosed location. Finally, Perrin looked under the sink. The cord to the garbage disposal was plugged into power-strip that had several spots to accommodate extra equipment. They had found the mother-lode. Three receivers were stacked behind a box of garbage-can liners to keep them from being spotted easily.
"We messed up the fingerprints on the one in the bedroom. Let's try not to do it with these. I'll go look in the painting supplies in the basement. There should be latex gloves there."
With both guys gloved up, they carefully handled the equipment.
Of course, they stopped their other activities to review what had been recorded.
"Wow! This is cool! Look at the shot of you licking my dick!" Liam giggled. "This is porn quality."
After reviewing the other videos, they figured out approximately where the cameras had to be located. Then, they went outside to see if they could find them. It didn't take long to discover the other two. Those covered the pool from different angles, and had captured their time in the water. While the images weren't exactly "G-rated" they certainly weren't "triple X."
"Well, what should we do now?" Liam asked.
"We'll set the kitchen one back to where it left off," Perrin said. "Since it's motion activated, it should start when we get to the patio. Then, we should lie in the place toward the middle where it gets the best view, and finish what we started. We'll end up with a sexy movie for us to keep. No one else ever needs to know about the existence of this one."
"So how do we keep Bachmann, or whoever the spy is, from knowing we discovered the cameras?"
"We replace the thumb drives with new ones of the same brand. We can let them run when we're doing the lawn, and turn them off when we want to play. They probably won't pick up much of anything"
"How long do you think we'll be mowing after the fight with your father today?"
"Probably till they come home because it'll be too much effort for him to arrange for someone else to do it from thousands of miles away. He'll be so pissed at me as he's trying to figure out what hold he has over me, that he won't be able to focus on anything else. He tends to have tunnel-vision."
"Okay. Where did we leave off with the video?"
"We were hard as steel and getting ready to suck each other off, as I recall. That means we need to make out a little now so we can hit the patio ready to do it!"
The anticipation of making a raunchy movie helped get the guys back to their hardest with only a little fooling around. They walked out of the kitchen hand in hand, and proceeded to pull a lounge cushion to the optimum location. There, they kissed and took turns licking their way to their goal. After a bit of that, they assumed the position and brought each other to the brink.
"I want you to cum on my face and into my open mouth," Perrin panted.
"Okay, then I want you to do the same to me. How can we get the best shots?"
"Let's move closer to the camera. You stand and I'll be on my knees. I'll finish by jacking you off so I can aim your cock where I want it."
It took only a few sensuous strokes to bring Liam to orgasm. He gasped and shuddered when it hit. His load coated Perrin's face and outstretched tongue. Perrin scraped some off his cheek and licked his fingers. Liam licked the rest of it off and shared it in a kiss.
They changed positions, and Liam brought Perrin the relief he desired. The cleanup followed a similar pattern.
The guys showered and dressed before they quickly reviewed the video. It was hot enough that they wanted to strip and do it again. However, they had expended so many calories that they could hardly wait for dinner.
Before they went to Liam's house to eat, however, they made a quick run to Best Buy to find new drives to replace the ones they were keeping. They would put them in later, maybe after they'd had supper.
That night, Liam and Perrin spent a little extra time studying. Finals were approaching, and they wanted to be prepared. They would cut back on other activities until the term ended. Being able to sleep together was enough to keep them happy.
Of course, sharing a bed sometimes led to certain happenings, but the guys reasoned that they would often jack off at least once a day when they were alone, so it really didn't waste any more time doing it together. And sharing their bodies was a lot more pleasurable!
Author's notes: Thanks to all who emailed since last posting. This list includes, Walt Sz, Thomas S. Gordon, Mendy D, John L, Tim T, Ott H, Randy Mac, Skip M, Charles, G, Jim W, Tony C, Joe W, Max P, Bill K, Hotrod, Tom A, Dan L, Michael C, Geoff S, Douglas and Lawrence, Harry T, Bill T, Zero M, James M, JLF, Frank K, Wayne, John Mac, Paul R, Vern, and Paul F. I suspect a few people got too busy with the holiday to read the chapter yet. If I hear from them after this is already sent, I'll list them first on the next chapter.
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David