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Author's Note:
Hey guys! I know, I know. This one took me longer to get out. But you have to forgive me as my finals start on the 21st of this month and it's crunch time for me. In about three weeks I'll be free to write to my hearts content. I hope you enjoy this chapter and tell me what you think about it by sending me an email at mystories92@gmail.com
I'd like to thank all of you whom have sent me positive feedback and encouraged me to continue. I'd also like to thank s2b1t Sn4dgr1ss for your suggestion with the plot. I've changed it around a bit and I hope you're not too disappointed. I'd also like to say a big hello to my friends Jamie and Anton. Support goes along way.
Okay, that's enough out of me, on to the story.
Chapter 7: There he blows!
Cian
Sigh. Saturday early morning, one should be asleep, right?
Well not me. I couldn't sleep a wink last night. I kept tossing and turning, effectively tangling myself in the sheets. I kept thinking about meeting Julian for the first time and how he had flown all the way to the states just to see to me. I guess he was trying to get into my good books.
I wasn't complaining. He really seemed like such a nice guy, and I could tell that he really loved my mother. He told me all about where he grew up, his mother and father owning a ranch in the countryside, his younger brother who was just finishing college. He told me about his shipping company; how he started it from scratch and built it up into the multi-million dollar business it was today.
He told me that even though we (my brother and I) weren't his biological children, he always bragged about us being his children back home. I felt... I don't know... I felt something strong, but I couldn't describe it. I knew he genuinely cared for us.
Without anything better to do, I jumped out of bed and headed for the shower. When I was done and had clean clothes on, I went downstairs to find Kayla in the kitchen. I was surprised to see her up so early.
"Hey babe, what's with the early bird catches the worm?" I asked her.
She laughed. "I'm going to a friend's house for the weekend, but she stays in Oceanside, so I'm gonna go there for the whole weekend. I might only be coming back on Tuesday."
"And what do your parents say about it?" I asked.
"Oh! Didn't they tell you? They left even earlier. They are going on another honeymoon."
"Another honeymoon?" Obviously the Tennyson's failed to mention this to me.
"Yeah, the two of them are still so in love today as when they were when they got married," Kayla explained.
I sighed. It was very romantic.
So I was to spend the weekend alone in the house. What was I going to do? I didn't really have any friends here except for Kayla. Wait... there is one thing I can do this weekend. I can spend it getting to know my hunk of a future-step-father. Hehe, things could be looking up for me.
Okay so I found the hotel he was staying at and walked up to the receptionist, a petite young woman, with short blond hair and brown eyes. I smiled and her if Julian Romero was in. She checked and informed me that he was. I asked her to call and see if I could come up to his room.
When she was done she said that I could go up and gave me his room number. I went to the elevator and pressed the button for the tenth floor and waited while the elevator car made its way quickly. The door opened with a ping and I made my way to his room. I knocked and waited. I soon heard the door being unlocked and the door opened.
Oh dear... temptation was out to get me. My mother had really good taste and it was a shame my mother had already laid claim to him.
He stood in the doorway in nothing but a towel rapped loosely around his waist. He was still gleaming with moisture from the shower he must have had. His pectorals were well defined and he had the abs that any bodybuilder would die for. I struggled to keep my gaze from lowering. This man was going to be my step-father.
I cleared my throat and managed to say hello. He smiled and motioned me inside. The room was amazing and spoke volumes about the kind of man Julian was. He demanded excellence, and the room provided it.
After the door closed and was locked Julian turned around and stood at the bar fridge. He then did the unthinkable and I think I died.
He dropped his towel!
There in living life was Julian Romero, his tight ass in full view. He bent and I nearly gasped. His tight pink hole winked at me.
"...like a drink?"
"Huh, what?" I didn't realize he had been talking.
"Would you like a drink?" he said again.
"Something very cold... please." He was still facing the bar fridge and he bent again, his ass giving me another wink. His body was perfect. His skin was golden and free of any imperfections.
Then he turned...
This was too much for me and I snapped my gaze in another direction, but not before I got a glimpse of it, of his... his godly manhood. It was huge! And hung low over his nicely sized balls. He was cut and the head was a light pinkish color. I licked my lips unconsciously.
He must have sensed my discomfort when he asked: "Do I make you uncomfortable?"
Right, if I was to have a good relationship with this man I was going to have to be brutally honest with him... and hope that rejection was not a list of words on his vocabulary.
"You... tempt me," was what I said. I kept my gaze averted.
"What do you mean?" he asked, his easygoing demeanor fading slightly.
"I am gay, Julian." I clarified.
"Oh..."
Oh, what did he mean by `oh'? I couldn't help but turn my head back to him as he advanced on me. He came close. I must admit that I was a bit scared. What was he going to do? I backed up and started as I fell back onto the couch. He approached until he was standing right in front of me, his glorious cock dangling in front of like bait, waiting for me to get hooked on it. He knelt in front of me and took hold of my hand. His grip was gentle and I took that to mean that he wasn't going to harm me.
What he did next almost made me loose consciousness. He guided my hand straight to his cock and he tightened my hold on it.
NO! I jumped up and moved to the window. I think I must have spoken out loud because he rushed to my side and embraced me. I could tell that it wasn't a sexual embrace, even though he was as naked as the day he was born.
"It's okay Cian. I didn't mean it," he whispered soothingly.
"Why did you do it then?" I asked. He was confusing me.
"It was a test... to see how much you loved your mother. It was also a way for me to tell you that I love you no matter what or who you are."
"But you didn't have to put my hand on your crotch," I countered.
"I know, I know. I apologize for stepping over that line. I'm not gay, and I love your mother immensely, but now I also no that you won't be lusting after me." He chuckled as he said it and I couldn't help but smile. Julian Romero was a good man and he would make my mother very happy.
"But that doesn't mean I can't fantasize, can I?" I joked . He burst out laughing, a hearty laugh that shook his whole body.
Whoa! We were still embraced and he rubbing up against me as he laughed wasn't doing any good for my libido.
"You had better not be fantasizing about me," he growled in mock anger.
He let go of me and went into his room. He came back a few minutes later wearing a pair well worn Levi 501's and an emerald t-shirt that hugged his body.
"Where does a shipping mogul like you get the time to work out and achieve a body as great as yours" I asked playfully.
"I'm the boss; I can do anything I like."
I laughed and moved to the counter in the little kitchenette wear my soda was standing, the one he was supposed to give me. I guzzled it down, finding relief in its coldness as it went down my throat.
"So why are you here Cian?" Julian asked me.
"Well, I'm alone at the Tennyson's house for the weekend and I have nothing better to do. Plus I thought we could discuss the things you and I talked about when you came to see me yesterday."
"I see no problem with that, in fact, why don't you stay for the weekend and we can spend a little father-son time together," he said enthusiastically.
"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot."
Monday... back to school, back to reality. Hehe, I remember back home they'd have this commercial on television. It would air just before school started and the commercial would play that tune `back to school, back to reality." It irritated the hell out of me.
Anyway, I had a great time with Julian. We ate out, watched movies and did everything that a father and son do. I even slipped and called him daddy once. Needless to say Julian was ecstatic when that happened. It actually felt right to call him daddy. It didn't feel like I was betraying my own father.
He dropped me off late yesterday evening. Kayla was already home and I asked her how her weekend was. She said she had the time of her life and was going back this weekend.
The first period flew by and I was waiting for Dean's class to come in. I was anticipating a good class. I always liked teaching Dean's class. The bell rung again and Dean walked in. God he was gorgeous. His hair was perfect and his clothes fit him well. Josh walked in with him. I'm glad the two of them finally worked out their problems, albeit with a little help on my side. The two of them looked at me and I gave them a smile. I chuckled when I saw Dean blush. His pale skin brought him no relief. The class settled down and I began the lesson.
Dean
Oh my lord. At this moment I am as hard as a rock! The sight of the godly Cian is just driving me wild. He had black skinny jeans on, with this pink shirt with the sleeves rolled up to just below the elbow. He wore comfortable looking loafers and his straight hair was perfect. I could see that he used his hands to brush his fringe to the back and to the sides. His lips were lush and full and pink. Oh how I wanted to kiss them.
"Okay class, welcome back. I trust you all had a lovely weekend, but now it's time to work. We have Crepes Suzette on the menu for today and I hope you all are prepared for a fun time of cooking," Cian said, bringing me out of my day dreams.
We set to work, mise en placing our ingredients (collecting and preparing) and started making the pancakes or crepes. I didn't think I was doing a good job as I kept staring at Cian. I so wanted him that I think I was on the verge of creaming my pants. He dropped something on the floor and bent over away from us. Oh God! I bit my lip to keep from moaning. My dick was throbbing in my pants. I needed to find relief, but I couldn't do it now.
Having retrieved his dropped item, Cian walked through the kitchen, assessing the various students and how they were doing.
I busied myself to try and keep my mind off him and was doing a pretty good job until I felt a presence behind me. I turned and saw that it was Cian, watching me closely. I flushed and felt my face heat up. This was the time I hated my skin complexion.
"Are you alright Dean? You look a little red in the face," I heard him say in a low voice. It sent shivers down my spine and it didn't help that I was STILL sporting an aching boner. I didn't answer him, I just nodded.
I then felt his hand on my shoulder and the most terrible thing happened.
I started cumming in my pants. God it felt so good, but I was completely terrified and I couldn't help a small moan from escaping. I shuddered visibly and attracted Josh's attention as well.
A hated moan escaped my lips again and I could see Cian look on in concern.
I felt tears spring to my eyes from the humiliation. I couldn't take it anymore and I turned and ran out of the kitchen/classroom. I rushed to the toilets and my dick was still spasmodic in my pants.
I sniffed, trying to hold back tears, thinking that my life was officially over.
Cian
As soon as I touched Dean he started shuddering. I panicked, trying to think what was wrong with him. Then I heard a moan escape him.
Oh. My. God. Was he having an orgasm? I was immediately concerned about his reputation if anyone else was to see this, but before I could do anything, he moaned again, attracting Josh's attention. A few seconds later he turned and ran out the door, but not before I saw the tears in his eyes.
"Is he okay Mr Jansen?" Josh asked me.
"Josh, watch the class. I'll be right back," I commanded.
Josh nodded and I rushed out of the class after Dean.
My first thought was to check the toilets. I ran to the nearest ones and pushed the door open. I kept quiet, trying to hear any noises. I was successful because I could hear faint sniffles coming from one of the stalls.
"Dean?" I asked. The sniffles immediately stopped, but I already knew he was here.
"Dean it's me, Cian," I said, calling myself Mr Jansen might put him off.
I came to the stall where I thought the sniffles had come from and knocked.
"Dean, let me in. I can help."
"No, you can't!" came his shaky response.
"Yes, I can. What happened in the kitchen, it was an accident. You couldn't help it."
I pushed on the door and it opened. The poor guy was sitting on the floor in the corner of the stall, next to the toilet. He looked so sad and lost. I rushed to his side and took hold of him. I embraced him in a tight hug.
"It's okay Dean. Everything is going to be alright."
"How do you know? My life is a total mess. My parents are getting divorced and it's probably my fault, I have no other friends except Josh and Danielle and I'm a f..." he cut off, but I knew what he was going to say. I pretended as if I didn't understand.
"Why would your parents divorce be your fault?" I asked him.
"I don't wanna talk about it," he mumbled.
"Look Dean, I am absolutely sure that your parents divorcing have nothing to do with you. And I'm positive that they both love you." I tried to console him. He seemed to calm down. He looked up at me with such an adorable face, tear stains streaking down his face, his lips oh so kissable.
"Do you really think so?" He asked.
"I know so."
We stared at each other unconsciously, gazing deep into each other's souls. Somehow I knew what was going to happen, but I was unable to stop myself.
Our faces inched toward each other painfully slow, our eyes never leaving the others. It continued until our noses were barely an inch from each other. I still held him tightly in my arms, fearful that loosening them would break our spell. In truth, I wanted this badly, but my ethical side screamed at me to pull away. Yet I was still powerless to stop.
I could feel his sweet breath on my lips and my heart started beating a tattoo in my chest. It felt like I couldn't breathe. I had never felt this way about anyone before. This boy was everything that my heart hoped for, and everything that I knew I could not have. But we remained that way in the stall, thankful that no one interrupted.
Then he moved his face again. I shuddered in anticipation. I instinctively closed my eyes and waited for the touch. When it happened, I think I nearly lost consciousness.
Explosions, fireworks, wedding bells, pings in the head, whatever people hear when they kiss the one they know they will spend the rest of their life with, happened to me. I moaned as I felt his soft lips touch mine. It was a gentle and timid kiss, one that conveyed feelings the like of which I had never experienced.
I effectively lost all coherent thought as the kiss continued. I parted my lips slightly and brushed my tongue across his sweet lips, savoring his taste. He moaned and parted his lips as well. I gently thrust my tongue in between his lips and ran it along his tongue. I tilted my face slightly more to the side to deepen the kiss. Our tongues wrestled in each others mouths and we each delighted in the other's presence.
BRRRIIINNG!
We were shocked out of our kiss by the sound of the school bell. Immediately afterward, feelings of guilt and hate for myself rushed through me. How could I take advantage of him like that!
"Oh God, this shouldn't have happened..." I muttered.
I let go of Dean and rushed out of the toilet, leaving him in the stall. I knew he'd be fine, although confused by my actions. I on the other hand knew better than to take advantage of someone, especially Dean, who was hurt by a lot circumstances.
I walked briskly to the kitchen, trying not to show any hint of panic. I arrived to see Josh waiting patiently.
"Is Dean alright, Mr Jansen?" He asked anxiously.
"Y-Yes, uh, he's going to be fine. Will you take his things for him?" I hope he didn't notice the state I was in.
"Sure, Mr Jansen."
"Thank you, Josh," I sighed.
After Josh left, I finally became aware of my aching arousal. I looked down and was thankful to see that it was unnoticeable.
I sighed and fell into my chair. This was going to be a long, awkward day.
Dean
When Cian hugged I could already feel the world suddenly getting better. He soothed me with his words and I could feel myself calming down.
I gazed deep into his eyes, deep, dark pools of chocolate that locked me into its enchanting mirror. I felt myself inching closer to him and I knew that we would kiss. My dream would come true... well part of it anyway.
When that moment happened, it was like... like, well, I couldn't really describe it, but I knew that it was the most intense and awesome feeling and experience I had ever had. This guy was the first one to kiss me...
And I loved him.
I loved him intensely, unequivocally and with all my heart. He embodied my soul. I know some of you may think that it's impossible for a kid to fall so deeply in love, but when it hits you, or gradually comes to develop and settle in your heart, there is nothing you can do about it except forget it, and die a slow death, or you can embrace and accept it, trying to get the one you love to reciprocate the feelings.
I don't know what Cian felt when he kissed, and I can't speak for him, but there had to be something. He had to feel something.
I savored every moment that out lips touched and our tongues made love. This was everything that I could ever want in a kiss, and I wanted the owner of the lips as well.
A few seconds later we were startled by the bell and we drew apart. I looked at Cian's face and saw shock. His face was flushed. I heard mutter that this shouldn't have happened.
I didn't know what he meant, and I couldn't help the feelings of rejection coursing through my body.
Cian rushed out of the bathroom, but I remained, trying to compose myself, hoping that nobody needed to use the bathroom.
My hope fell when I heard the door open.
"Dean, are you in here?" It was Josh.
"Come on Dean, I've got your things. Mr Jansen told me to come get you."
That was sweet of him. But why did he leave my.
I sighed and got up off the floor. "I'm in here," I mumbled loud enough for him to hear me. He came to the stall and opened the door.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go."
We walked out of the bathroom and onto the next class.
Author's Note:
Well, that's it for Chapter 7. Please tell me you liked it and that you want more. Hehe.
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