Road Rage

Road Rage 12

Road Rage

Chapter 12:

The remainder of the week went by normally. I was fairly busy at work but not as busy at home anymore. It was nice to see Jared had taken the new rules seriously. He was keeping his room clean and hadn't dumped his stuff on the floor once. He's also been working out with me every morning and only grumbling a little about getting up early. He has been grumbling about being sore though; he says his arms feel like overcooked spaghetti every morning.

When I'd gone in Tuesday morning to ask for Friday off my boss told me to go ahead and take it, but enjoy it a lot because starting next week I was being given more duties and a commensurate raise. I guess the rumors had been true; I got my promotion and a ten percent raise to go with it; I was pushin' fifty grand a year now and pretty damn happy about it. I called Mark as soon as I got back to my desk to share the news. He was as excited for me as I was and said he was taking us all out to dinner. I'd kind of wanted to go to the steakhouse but Jared won out; he wanted to eat at his aunt and uncles' restaurant. That was alright with me; they had great food and we always got special service; especially now that we had the boy with us.

On Thursday when I got home Jared had everything ready to load into the Jeep so we loaded it and were done before Mark even got home at seven. I don't know if Jared liked `em but he got another hug from me when he told me he'd done that. I thought it was great that he'd had the initiative and diligence to do all of that. And since I didn't have time to get anything started for dinner we just hit a drive-thru when Mark got home. We had an early evening and were all in bed by nine-thirty; we'd be up before five to head out.

We arrived at the lake by nine thirty Friday morning and got our camp setup and then went for a two hour hike. Jared had been the smart one; he slept all the way up there in the car and was ready to go. We spent several hours after our walk getting a little fishing in; none of us catching anything and then spent the majority of evening sitting around a fire and telling war stories. By the time we went to bed Friday night it was only about forty-five degrees out; Mark had been right; it was cold up here. The three of us were in Mark's 4-man tent; all of us in separate sleeping bags. And though it's called a 4-man tent it's not exactly roomy; especially with a lot of other crap in there like food, water and supplies; and definitely no way to have any fun with an almost fifteen year old with us.

It was Saturday, just after lunch and we were at the lake doing some more fishing. I looked over at Jared and Mark; both of them wearing their fishing hats. I didn't have one; I just wore a baseball cap. I smirked and smiled at them.

"You guys look cute in your fishin' hats."

Mark grins at me. "We look cute all the time. I guess we need to get you one of these."

Jared chuckles. "Yeah we do. We should get him something like Mom's sun hat, with big flowers on it."

I laugh and look at him. "Yeah, and I'll just wear yours and make you wear the gay one."

He laughs. "Not happenin', mister. You're gay, you should be proud to wear a flowery sun hat."

"Yeah, and so are you; it's all yours, pal. Brian doesn't do flowery women's clothes." They both laugh. "I was thinking something more like a black one with the words `porn star' in white lettering across the front."

They laugh again, Mark looking at me. "You can dream about it all you want, baby, but I don't like to share. No porn stardom for you, sexy man."

"Eh, a boy can try. I'm gonna go get my jacket; my freakin' arms are like ice cold for some reason. You boys better not take the credit if I get a fish on my line."

I stand up and start walking back to our camp while they talk shit to me from behind. Once I have my jacket on I decide to take a piss on a tree before heading back to the lake. As I'm standing there chasing leaves I hear Mark behind me.

"I like your stance. Mind if I join ya?"

"Hell no; I love pissin' next to you."

Mark stands right next to me and pulls his dick out and cuts loose, chasing the same group of leaves I'm chasing. We start laughing and turn it into a duel; trying to see who can make the leaves shoot farther. I run out of ammo first and just watch him. I look at him and smile and then back to his dick. I'm starting to get a little turned on. I look back at him.

"That's actually kinda hot, baby."

He smiles. "Thanks. I'm kinda sorry you put yours away; I was enjoying the view."

I grin. "I can pull it back out if you want me to."

He grins. "Are you getting hard?"

"Yeah."

"I could in like five seconds. Fuck, we haven't done anything since Tuesday night; I'm fuckin' horny, baby."

I smile. "Me too, but we have to be good; we have an impressionable, horny fifteen year old three hundred yards away."

He laughs. "Horny?"

"Well yeah, he's fifteen; it comes with the territory." I look down at his cock. It's growing and he's stopped pissing; he's just holding it. I look back at his face and smile. "That looks so fucking good right now."

He smirks and grins. "Apparently fifteen isn't the only age that's horny. Come on, sexy, let's go to the tent and have some fun."

I smile. "I would so love to, but what about the boy?"

"He's fishin'. Come on." He walks up to me and pulls me into his arms, rubbing his now hard dick against my crotch. "You like the feel of my cock on your crotch?"

I exhale. "Oh yeah; I love the feel of your cock anywhere you wanna put it."

I reach behind his head and pull him to me, our lips meeting and his tongue sliding into my mouth. We both pull in tighter to each other and start making out, our breathing becoming rapid and my cock going to full mast and straining against my jeans. He grabs my ass and pulls me hard into him and moans into my mouth while I'm running my hand around his head, feeling the softness of his hair as it runs under my fingers. We make out for about two minutes before pulling back from each other, breathless. He looks at me with lust in his eyes.

"I need you; now. Let's go."

He takes my hand and leads me back over to the tent, his hard cock leading the way. We get inside the tent and drop down onto his sleeping bag, him on his back and me on top of him and resume our make-out session. While we're making out we're trying to strip each other out of our clothes, making pretty good progress. We're both bare from the waist up and both have our jeans down to our knees. I break the kiss and look down at him.

"I really love where this is going but what if he comes up here?"

He's panting. "We tell him to go away. Come here."

He pulls my head down with his right hand, our mouths connecting and our tongues meeting up with each other's while his left hand cups my ass and starts squeezing. We make out for another couple of minutes before I break the kiss again. I look down at him and grin.

"I want your cock in my mouth, baby. Feel like a little sixty-nine action?"

He grins. "Sounds fuckin' great, baby; spin your sexy ass around and feed me that fuckin' cock."

I get turned around and back on top of him, this time with his cock buried in my throat and mine buried in his. I start licking around the head of his dick, sweeping up the pre-cum onto my tongue and then running my tongue around my lips to coat them before taking it back in. I suck up and down for a few strokes and do it again, then take him in balls-deep and hold him. I feel him moan onto my cock and I pull up and off and then start licking his cock like a big ice-cream bar, starting at the base and dragging my tongue up to the head and doing it over and over about ten times before swallowing him again. He moans onto my cock again and then does the same thing to me, only licking the underside of my cock. While he's doing that I go back down on him and start sucking up and down on his cock, taking him balls-deep with each down-stroke. He moans out again.

"Oh fuck... God that feels fuckin' great, baby. I love the way you do that."

I keep sucking him up and down and then bring my right hand into the action, grabbing his balls from underneath his ass and start massaging them. He thrusts his cock deeper into my mouth and moans onto my cock again. I've decided we need to make this a quick one, before Jared wonders what the hell happened to us. That and I really need some Mark juice right now. I start sucking up and down on his cock, taking him deep every time before coming up the head, swirling my tongue around it once and going back down.

He's doing the same thing to me, just sucking my cock in as far as he can and then pulling up, licking my head and going back down. I'm trying not to thrust down into his face but it's really hard not to; he's doing amazing things to my dick and I want to feel the warmth of his throat on it. He then pulls my cock out of his mouth and lands on my balls, sucking them both into his mouth and swirling his tongue around and around. I moan onto his cock and bury it down my throat. This is the only position I can deep-throat him in and I love doing it; having his meaty cock in the back of my throat is a total rush. While he's sucking on my balls I continue to suck his cock, going down every time and coming back up, washing my tongue back and forth across his dick while it slides in and out of my mouth.

We've been going for about five or six minutes when I feel myself at the edge. I pull of his cock long enough to give him warning and then go right back down.

"I'm fuckin' close baby; get ready."

He nods on my cock and keeps sucking. I pump into his mouth lightly a few times and cut loose; flooding his mouth with hot jizz and moaning hard onto his cock. My body goes ridged and I just hold his cock in my mouth while I pump about six loads of cum down his throat. Just as I'm about done with my orgasm I feel the first shot of his flying out of his cock. I pull my head up a little and start swishing my tongue back and forth across his cock while he moans onto mine and floods my mouth with hot, sweet Mark juice. I count seven healthy loads of him being shot down my throat and I love every ounce of it. I start sucking again, trying to get everything he can give me. He flinches a couple of times and moans onto my cock again, making me moan and flinch.

I pull off his cock while pulling mine out of his mouth and turn my head to look at him, smiling from ear to ear.

"That was fuckin' awesome, baby! Fuck, you taste good."

He grins. "That was incredible. Just feeling your orgasm was so intense I couldn't hold back any longer. What a rush!"

"Fuck yeah. I loved it! I want another one."

He laughs. "Me too. I never dreamt I'd develop a taste for cum but I love yours. It's fuckin' great."

I lift myself off him and get turned around coming back around face to face and smiling down at him.

"I love yours too. Wanna cum kiss?"

He grins. "I'd love one."

I lean my head down and kiss him, sliding my tongue in to taste myself on him and let him get a good taste of his. We kiss for about a minute before I lift my head up and smile at him.

"Fuckin' tasty as hell, baby."

He grins. "Hell yeah. Thank you, baby; I don't think I could've gone much longer without being with you. I've been fuckin' horny for the last couple of days."

I grin. "Well you know you can tell me these things. We could've done something Thursday night."

"I know... I wanted to get some sleep though. Besides, you said you've been horny too; why didn't you say anything?"

I chuckle. "Same reason." I give him a quick kiss. "I love you."

He smiles. "I love you too. I guess we should pull ourselves together and get back down there before he comes lookin' for us."

I smirk. "I guess that might be a good idea. Before we do though, we're making a date. It's fuckin' on when we get home tomorrow night. We'll just lock him in his room and fuck each other's brains out."

He grins. "You have a date, sexy. Now give me another kiss and get off me, you sexy fucker."

I smile and lean down to kiss him, holding it for about thirty seconds. We managed to get ourselves put together and walk, hand in hand, back to the lake. Jared's just sitting there looking out at the lake, his fishing pole in his hands. Mark hands him a soda and we take up our seats on either side of him. He's not saying anything and he's not looking at either of us. Mark looks at him.

"You OK, Jared?"

He nods his head. "Yeah, Dad, fine; just waitin' for a bite."

"OK. No luck yet, huh?"

"Nah."

I look over at Jared. He's crimson and just staring at the water. Uh oh. I reach over and tap his leg and he looks at me. I look right in his eyes.

"It's really OK, dude; don't be embarrassed."

He looks straight at me. "You know?"

I smile. "It's not every day that fishin' makes a man turn that color. Are you alright?"

He cringes. "Yeah... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to; I was just curious about what was taking you guys so long."

"Before you apologize tell me how long you watched; just glancing in the tent and seeing us isn't a reason to apologize."

He turns even redder. "Probably longer than I should have. I'm sorry, Brian." He turns to Mark. "I'm sorry, Dad. I shouldn't have watched. I'm sorry."

Mark turns red and looks at him. "I guess we're the ones who owe you an apology. We shouldn't have been doing that with you down here at the lake. I'm not sure what to say about you watching us but I'm sorry we didn't respect you enough not to do that here."

"No, Dad; you don't owe me an apology. I was the one that was wrong for watching. You guys are boyfriends and have every right to do whatever you want; I had no right to watch it. I'm sorry, Dad."

"Just how long did you watch?"

Jared turns and looks at the lake. "About five minutes. I'm so sorry."

I tap him on the leg again and he looks at me, his eyes wet. "Stop beating yourself up, Jared. You're fifteen, basically and you saw us in action. You watched because you're fifteen and horny twenty-four seven. It's natural, dude; don't kick yourself in the ass over this."

"You're not embarrassed that I watched?"

I grin. "A little, yeah. But I understand why you did; I would have too when I was fifteen. Hell, I probably would have now. Granted, seein' your dad do that might have been weird but it's still just curiosity that made you watch. Don't beat yourself up over this, please. And hey, at least we weren't doin' it on your sleeping bag."

He smirks. "Thanks for that."

"Now come on, pop that soda open, take a good swig of it and get a fish on that line, or we're gonna be eatin' crackers for dinner."

He grins. "We brought more than crackers to eat." He smiles. "Hey, how about a good swig of a beer instead of the soda?"

I smile at him. "You have to ask that guy over there about that one."

He looks over at Mark. "Dad...?"

Mark looks at me and then back to Jared. "I don't know about that... Isn't fifteen a little early to start breakin' the brews?"

"How old were you the first time you had one?"

Mark blushes. "My dad let me have one the first time, right here actually, when I was fourteen."

Jared smiles. "I'm fifteen in three weeks."

Mark grins at him. "Yeah, you are. Tell ya what; I'll split one with ya."

Jared smirks and laughs. "Oh man... No offense, Dad, but I saw what was in your mouth; I'd rather not."

I fall out; laughing my ass off, practically falling off the log I'm sitting on. They both look at me and start laughing, Mark shaking his head. We finally get calmed down and I'm still smirking from time to time, looking at Jared.

I grin at him. "This from the man who wants to have one in his mouth."

He blushes bright red and Mark starts laughing again. Jared smirks at me and slugs me on the shoulder.

"That was cold, dude. Thanks a lot for that."

I smirk and grin. "No problem. Let me buy ya a beer."

He laughs and turns to his dad. "Can I say it to him, Dad? Just this one time; please?"

Mark smirks and laughs. "Go for it."

Jared turns back to me, grinning. "Fucker..."

I start laughing again, looking at him and shaking my head. I pull myself together again and get up to grab three beers, handing one to Mark and one to Jared. We pop them open and I look at Jared, smiling and holding my beer up to his.

"Here's to hard dick, sweet asses and great sex. Cheers!"

He laughs his ass off and bumps my bottle of beer with his. "Cheers, strange dude." He turns to Mark and clinks bottles with him. "Thanks Dad."

"You're welcome. Ignore him; he's a born perv. There are two rules that come with that beer. No drinking unless it's with us until you're eighteen and no sneaking any of mine. Brian doesn't drink unless it's with me so I know how many I have; you can't say he drank `em. Deal?"

"Deal. Thanks." He takes a big gulp of the beer and then makes a face, looking like he just ate a lemon. "Arrgghhh. That's not what I was expecting it to taste like."

I start laughing again. "Where have I heard that before?"

Mark looks over at me. "Brian! Remember what you said about me telling you when you've gone too far?"

I grin. "I'm sorry, baby; that was a little over the line. I'm sorry."

"Chill out a little. We don't need to have everything out in the open with my fifteen year old son sitting right here. Learn to control it a little."

I look at him. "I'm sorry. I went too far and I apologize; it won't happen again."

"Thank you. Some things do need to remain private."

"You're right; I'm sorry."

I guess I'd struck a nerve; he kept going. "Just because we're three guys out in the woods doesn't mean we have to bring every conversation to a sexual level and share personal, private details with my son. Throttle it back."

I look at him and frown. "I said I was sorry. I said I won't let it happen again; you can let it drop now, Mark."

"I'm just sayin' that some things don't need to be discussed with Jared right here."

I look at Jared and then back at Mark. "You're right, and this is one of those things; I'm done talking about it. I'm goin' for a walk."

I get up and start walking the opposite direction from camp. Mark yells out to me.

"Brian! Where are you going?"

I turn and look at him. "I said I was going for a walk. How many times does everything need to be repeated?"

I turn and start walking again. I hear Jared talking to Mark.

"Dad, you need to go after him and apologize."

"I didn't do anything wrong."

"You were being a jerk. Go tell him you're sorry before he leaves us."

"He's just going for a walk; he's not leaving. And if you ever call me a jerk again you'll be swimmin' from the deep end of that lake. Now start fishin'."

"You fish."

He throws the beer in the lake and drops his fishing pole in Mark's lap, standing up and running after me. I hear him running up behind me and stop and turn around. I look at him.

"What are you doing?"

"Coming after you because he's too stubborn to do it."

"I'm not leaving, Jared; I just need to walk this off. And you really shouldn't have called him a jerk; that's not cool."

"But he was being one."

"Even so, you're not supposed to call your dad a jerk."

He looks at me and then down at the ground. "I can't lose you, Brian. Please don't let him get to you. He's always done this; he goes on and on about something like a dog with a chew toy. Please forgive him."

I reach out and grab his chin, turning his face to me. "I will never leave him. We've had a small disagreement and I need to walk it off a little; I'm not leaving. I love you both with all my heart and I'm not going anywhere."

He looks at me a moment and then throws himself around me, holding tight.

"I love you, Brian. I couldn't stand it if you left us. Just please forgive him."

"Oh man... I love you too. I love you so much. I'm not going to leave, Jared; I promise. I will forgive him. I've already forgiven him but I still need to walk it off. Come with me and keep me company. Please."

"I'd like that. Thanks."

"I'd like it too; no thanks required. I like this too. I didn't think you liked it when I hugged you."

He giggles. "I do, I just have to act like a teenager sometimes. I love your hugs."

"I love your hugs too. Now let's break this up before he thinks I'm molesting you and go see what we can find."

He breaks the hug and looks at me, a weird look on his face. "Don't say shit like that; that's wrong. He would never think that."

"I'm sorry. I have to admit, I sometimes wonder if he's thinking it. It's crazy, but I do wonder sometimes."

We start walking, standing about a foot apart from each other. He looks over me.

"Has he ever said anything like that?"

"Not out and out, just like on Monday when we were working out and he made the comment about holding my nuts over his son's head. He's said a couple of other things like that before."

"Eh, he was just trying to be funny. Sometimes he has a hard time pulling it off. He would never think that about you; he loves you as much as you love him."

"I know he does; I've never doubted it. I just wonder what he's really thinking sometimes."

"You and me both. He really closed himself off after Mom left and he's hard to break into sometimes now. He wasn't like this before. He was always open and easy going before Mom ripped his heart out. That's why I'm so glad he's with you; he's started to be himself again."

I smirk and grin. "Like a dog with a chew toy?"

He laughs. "Well, that part has always been the same. No, he's happy again, and that's because of you."

"Thanks. I'm pretty happy because of him. I've seen him do that with you, grab on to something and not let it go, and it made me feel bad for you. Now I know how you felt. He's really annoying when he does that. I don't like being talked to like a little boy anymore than you do. When's he gonna figure that out?"

He grins. "I've been waiting my whole life; good luck."

I turn and smirk. "Gee thanks, brother. You sure know how to cheer a guy up."

He laughs. "Sorry. If you figure out how to get him to stop let me know; I'm right there with ya."

"You know he's gonna be mad at both of us now, right? We've turned against him; that's how he'll see it. You jumped ship and went off with me."

He grins. "I didn't jump anything. I went with the guy that needed someone to talk to. So what if he's mad at me; it won't be the first time."

I smile. "I guess I did. Thanks."

"You're welcome."

We spent about an hour just walking around the forest, checking out a couple of hollowed out trees and then taking a piss into one of them; laughing about it while we did and just kind of wandering around. We made our way back to our fishing spot to discover Mark had packed up and returned to camp. We looked to see if he forgot anything and then walked back to camp. We looked at each other a couple of times, the unspoken question being how much trouble were we in. When we walked into camp Mark was sitting next to a fire, drinking something out of a mug; I'm guessing coffee, knowing him.

"Hey Dad; we're back."

Mark turns around and looks at us. "Enjoy your walk?"

"Yeah. We found a couple of hollowed out trees and checked `em out. They were kinda cool. Why'd you stop fishin'?"

"I didn't feel like fishin' alone. I brought you guys up here to fish with but you'd rather just walk around I guess. I'm glad you had a good time."

I look at Mark and shake my head. "You know why I went for a walk. Don't try and make us feel guilty because you were being hard headed."

"I guess that's just your version of calling me a jerk, huh?"

I stare him down. "Yeah, actually; it is. You just wanted to keep saying the same things in different ways; I was tired of listening to it. I needed to get away before I said something stupid. If you'd rather just argue about it then feel free; I'm right here."

"You told me to tell you when you'd gone over the line; that's all I did."

"I also told you not to be a dick about it; and you were. You said your piece and I apologized. Why did you feel the need to keep dragging it on?"

"I guess I needed to make sure you understood how I felt about it."

"I got that. I know you were pissed and I'm sorry. I apologize for saying that; I sincerely do. But I also don't like being treated like a little boy and being told the same thing over and over; it ranks right up there with being tailgated."

Mark looks at Jared. "And it's really nice to know where I fit into your life; thanks for that."

He's getting on my last nerve. "Don't you dare say that to him; that's fucked up. Trying to make him feel like shit because you're mad at me; who does that? He came with me because he felt bad for me and he was afraid I'd leave. How can you even say that to him?"

"Because he's my son; not yours!"

"And that gives you the right to make him feel bad? What the fuck is going on, Mark? This isn't like you; what's wrong?"

"Oh you still think you have me figured out, huh? Just like before; watching me drive you have me all figured out. This isn't like me? How do you know? Maybe I'm the biggest fucking dick on the planet; how the fuck would you know? Really, Brian; what is this power you have?"

I stare at him for a moment, just looking in his eyes. I see anger and frustration. "I guess you're right; I don't know. I don't know you. I thought I did..."

"Dad! Stop this! You're fucking ruining everything; you're ruining our new life! You're gonna make him leave us! Tell him you're sorry! Tell him you didn't mean all of that, please! Don't make him leave us, dammit! Everything's the way it was supposed to be and you're ruining it! You're ruining our new life!"

Mark looks at him, scowling. "You're not allowed to ever talk to me like that! This doesn't concern you; stay out of it!"

"It concerns me as much as anyone! This is my life too; the life you're trying to destroy again! You fucked up with mom and now you're doing it again! Stop pushing people away!! What, are you jealous that Brian and I are friends, or what!? Don't do this!"

"Shut up! I am not jealous of anything!"

I look over at him, the pieces falling into place. "My God, that's it, isn't it? You're jealous. You're fucking jealous of your own son's relationship with me. Are you fucking kidding me? This boy loves you like the sun shines out of your ass and you're jealous of my relationship with him? Oh my God... How can you even think like that?"

"Neither one of you knows what the fuck you're talking about; I'm not jealous of anything."

"Bullshit! That's what this is all about. That's what the comments over the last several weeks have been about. You see the way Jared and I talk to each other and how much we like to hang out together and you're fucking jealous. Well I hate to break it to ya, but we've never once excluded you from any of that. Hell, if anything we've worked our asses off trying to get you to join in. We both love you and want to spend time with you but you'd rather sit and feel sorry for yourself. Well it's time to wake the fuck up and join your new life, dipshit. We're right here and we're not going anywhere!"

"You're out of your mind; I'm not jealous of you. And what'd I tell you about calling me dipshit?"

"You're right; I'm sorry I said that. But still, you have to know that we would never do anything to hurt you, Mark. We both love you with everything in us and we would never hurt you. You have to talk to us; you have to talk to me if something's bugging you. We agreed we'd always be honest with each other and you're not holding up your end of that. We both want you there with us. We want you to talk with us and have fun with us and hang out with us. You have nothing to be jealous about."

He looks at both of us and then turns back to the fire and takes a drink out of his cup. Jared and I look at each other; he with tears streaming down his face and then back over to Mark. I grab Jared's sleeve with two fingers and pull him with me, going to sit down across from Mark by the fire. Mark's still staring at the fire. Jared's looking at me and I'm looking at Mark.

"Baby, please tell us what you're feeling."

He stares at the fire, holding his cup in his hands. Jared looks at him.

"Dad? I'm sorry. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm scared though; I'm really scared right now. My stomach is so tight I feel like I could throw up everything I've eaten this week. I'm losing my new family and it's happening right in front of me. Please tell us what you're feeling, Dad. We love you. You're my dad and my best friend and I love you."

Mark looks up at him. "I know you love me. I love you too; I do; I love you with everything in me. I'm sorry I yelled at you." He looks back to the fire.

"Mark? Tell us what's going on. Please, baby. You're scaring us and we want to help."

"I'm sorry, Brian. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm sorry I make your life miserable."

"Would you please stop that? You don't make my life miserable; you make it wonderful and exciting. You owe both of us the truth, Mark; what's going on?"

He finally looks at me. "You're both right. I was afraid I was losing Jared to just him growing up, but the truth is I'm afraid I'm losing him to you. You two have become such great friends, and I was really happy and relieved about that at first. I was so worried you guys wouldn't get along, but then when I saw how well you get along I got jealous. I felt like I'd just got him back and I was losing him to you. That's one of the reasons I wanted to come here. I'm sorry, but I thought if I got him up here it'd be like it was before; he'd do all the things with me that he does with you now. We'd get to talk and have fun together like we used to. And when he went after you earlier I felt abandoned. I mean I know why he did; I was being a complete jerk, just like he said, but it didn't help how I felt. I apologize to both of you; I'm truly sorry."

Jared starts crying and jumps up to go to Mark, dropping to his knees in front of him and throwing his arms around him and sobbing.

"You're not losing me, Dad; never. You'll never lose me. I love you."

"I love you too; I love you with all my heart and soul. Don't ever forget that."

"I never will, Dad. You don't forget it either."

While Mark and Jared are hugging; Mark trying to calm him down a little I stare at the fire, thinking about everything. My last memories of this place are sure a lot better than these are going to be. I have no idea what tomorrow holds. I have no idea if I still have Mark. I don't really know where to go from here. I'm starting to question if he still trusts me; if he still loves me. I look over at them. Mark is holding him tight, his eyes closed and Jared has his face buried in Mark's neck. I smile at them and stand up, turning to walk away. I walk over to where we were having our pissing contest just a couple hours ago and take a leak, looking around me and asking myself what I'm doing here. I button my jeans up and walk over to the tent, reaching inside to grab the cooler. I grab the cooler and take it with me back over to the fire, sitting down next to Mark and Jared and then reaching in for three beers. I hand both of them a beer and smile at them. I know exactly what I'm doing here. I'm here with the two most important people in my life and we're fishin'. Nothing more; nothing less.

"We never got to finish that beer earlier. I'd like to revise my toast, however. Here's to you guys. I love you both with all my heart and soul; you are my entire world. Here's to us."

Mark looks at me. "I'm sorry..."

I interrupt him. "Not now, baby. Tell me everything you wanna tell me later. Right now I'm sharing a beer with my two favorite men and I wanna spend the rest of the evening doing nothing more than that. If we get him shitfaced we'll hold him while he pukes his guts up."

They both laugh. Mark looks at me, grinning. "Who's gonna hold you, light weight?"

"I would hope you guys would."

He smiles. "You know we will." He holds his beer up to Jared and then me. "Here's to us."

Jared smiles from ear to ear, holding his beer up. "To our family!"

Mark and I both cheer. "To our family!!"

We all take a long pull on the bottles and Mark and I belch while Jared laughs, spitting up some of his beer.

We finally got around to eating dinner just before seven, and then spent the rest of the evening sitting around the fire and talking, laughing and drinking. There's nothing like contributing to the delinquency of a minor but we all needed the release. Besides, to be brutally honest, it was funny as all hell watching him get drunk. Three beers in and he was staggering and slurring his words. By the middle of the fifth one he was telling me and Mark all of his dirty little secrets. He told us that he'd made a pass at Adam one day but was shot down. He told us he jerks off three times a day; embarrassing me to no end when he said the material was now me from the day I was hanging over him. He also told us that watching us this afternoon had been the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life, and he didn't care if it was his dad doing it; it was fucking hot; his words. He also told us that he has his eye on some kid down the street from us. Some blond haired, blue eyed devil just two blocks away. Mark started laughing when he described him. He looked at Jared and smirked.

"You can't bring home a Beiber, dude; Brian'll kill him."

"He's not a fuckin' Beiber; he's hot. Why would Brian kill him?"

Mark laughs. "Chris ran off with a Beiber; Brian hates blond haired, blue eyed twinks now."

I start laughing. "I don't hate all of `em; just that one."

Jared turns to me, grinning. "He's really hot, Brian; you'll love him. I love him. You can't kill him, dude."

"I won't kill him. What's his name, anyway? If you tell me it's Chase he's dead meat, dude."

Mark laughs and Jared grins at me. "I don't know his name yet. But even if it's Chase please promise me you won't kill him. Please, Brian; I think I'm in love with him."

I smirk and grin. "You don't even know his name, dude; how can you be in love with him?"

"'Cause he's fuckin' hot and I wanna have his babies."

Mark and I fall out, laughing our asses off. I look at Jared, smirking. "Dude, you're a dude; you can't have babies. Seriously though, you know I love you and I'm only tryin' to protect ya; but don't go leading with your heart. I can't see you get hurt."

"I won't get hurt. I want him so bad, Brian; please don't hurt him."

"I'd never hurt him; Mark was just teasin'. I promise to be on my best behavior if you ever find out his name and bring him home."

He smiles. "Thanks, Bri; I love ya."

I giggle. "I love you too, man. You're fucking awesome, dude!"

He giggles and takes another swig. He grins at Mark and then starts laughing. He finally gets some control and looks at Mark, smirking and giggling.

"Oh man... Dad..." He laughs again. "Fuck... Dude, I don't know who taught you how to suck cock but you're fuckin' great at it. I was watching you go down on Brian and it was really hot. Oh man..." He starts laughing again. "And when you said you'd share a beer with me the first mental image I got was of his cock in your mouth." He starts rolling on the ground, laughing harder than I've ever seen him laugh.

I look over at Mark and he's red as a tomato. I smirk and giggle. "The boy knows talent when he sees it. Do you think we should cut him off; he's shitfaced?"

Mark laughs, looking at me and blushing. "Oh man... I can't believe he said that; that is so wrong."

I smirk and grin. "Remember, baby; always honest; even if it's embarrassing as fuck. We just have to hope he doesn't remember any of this. And we can't tell him about if he doesn't until he's eighteen."

Mark laughs and looks down at Jared, still laughing on the ground. "Pull yourself together, boy; you're scaring the fish off."

Jared looks up and smirks. "Fuck `em." He lies back down and laughs.

Mark looks at me and smirks. "Who gave him permission to cuss anyway?"

"I don't know... Maybe he's just bein' one of the guys."

"As long as he doesn't think he can talk like this later. It's really weird hearing him cuss like that."

Jared laughs and yells out. "Fuck `em!!" He laughs again and then sits up, looking back and forth between me and Mark. "I want that boy so bad, guys. I'm fuckin' horny and I need him. I need his cock."

I smirk and look at Mark. "More words you never thought you'd hear him say."

Mark laughs and looks at me. "You're not helping." He looks down at Jared. "You're cut off, dude; you're drunk. I can't believe I got my fifteen year old drunk."

"Ah, Dad... Come on! This is funny; I want more!"

"You can't have any more. You need to calm down and get ready for bed. You're gonna be a hurtin' unit tomorrow."

"You're no fun! I'm having a fucking blast with you guys; let me stay up. Please Dad?"

"You can stay up but no more beer. You're gonna get really sick if you keep drinkin'."

Jared smirks. "I'm gonna be sick anyway. OK; no more beer but I get to stay up and talk to you guys. Right?"

"Right."

"I love you Dad!"

"I love you too, son."

"I love you Brian!"

"I love you too, Jared."

Jared giggles and then looks at us. He smirks. "Hell yeah; three cocksuckers sharin' a brew. It's fucking great!" He starts laughing again.

About ten seconds into his laughter he stops suddenly and looks at us. I kind of wish he hadn't. He at least turned his head a little before it came flying out of his mouth. He's quickly on his hands and knees and emptying his stomach on the ground. Mark and I jump up and kneel down next to him, rubbing his back. Once he's done he moans and looks up at the sky. He stares at it for about ten seconds before he's emptying the rest of his stomach out. He starts to fall over and we grab him and haul him back up. He finally get's finished and is spitting out the taste in his mouth before looking over at Mark.

"Oh man... Dad, that was nasty. Oh fuck... My stomach feels like it's on fire."

"That's `cause it is. Do you think there's any more gonna come out?"

He groans. "There can't be any more."

"You'd be amazed. Come over here and sit down on the ground for minute; let your stomach settle down."

Jared crawls over to the log he was sitting on and sits down next to it on the ground. He looks around and then looks at both of us.

"That part really sucks."

I smile at him. "You ain't seen anything yet; wait until tomorrow. Your head and your stomach are gonna be your worst enemies."

He groans and looks at Mark. "Please tell me he's being cute again."

Mark grins at him. "He's always cute; but yeah, you're gonna wish you were dead in the morning."

"Gee thanks."

Mark smirks. "You won't want another beer anytime soon; that's for sure."

"No lies; this feels horrible. My stomach hurts, Dad."

"I know, son; it's gonna hurt for awhile. You want to go lie down in the tent?"

Jared groans again. "No. I wanna stay out here with you. Please Dad?"

"You can stay. Just tell me when you get sleepy; we'll help you into the tent."

Jared nods his head and then grabs his stomach. "Oh... That wasn't a good idea; nodding. OK, Dad, I'll tell ya when I'm sleepy."

It wasn't another fifteen minutes and he was out cold. Mark and I picked him up and took him to the tent, laying him down on his sleeping bag. While Mark pulled his clothes off, I got a few baby wipes and washed his face. He was gonna wake up with horrible breath anyway; why wake up with puke all over your face. Mark got him down to his thermals and we put him in bed, both kissing his forehead and walking out of the tent. Mark looked over at me and grinned.

"Oh man... My boy's first drinking binge and hangover. Maybe this will convince him to never drink again. He's gonna be a sad sack all day tomorrow."

I smile. "Yeah he is. I just hope he doesn't throw up in the Jeep; I hate cleaning that up."

"You and me both." He takes my hands in his. "I'm so very sorry about today, Brian. I'm sorry I got jealous and I'm very sorry I took it out on you; and even sorrier I took it out on him. Please forgive me."

"I already did, baby. I'm sorry I didn't see the signs; I should've. Looking back on it I do now, but that didn't help me earlier. It's kinda sad that it takes a fifteen year to see it and point it out."

"He's a smart and intuitive fifteen year old."

"That he is. Promise me something, Mark; promise you'll tell me when something's bothering you. Preferably before it gets to the point it was today. We promised each other we'd always be honest. I need you to tell me when you're feeling bad. Please baby."

"I will; I promise. I know it was stupid to feel jealous but I just kept letting it get to me. I thought I was losing him. I can't lose him, Brian."

I smile at him. "You're never gonna really lose him. You'll lose him to a certain extent as he gets older but he'll always love you most. I would've given both my balls to have a dad like you; you're a fuckin' awesome dad, and he knows that." I groan and sigh. "I almost hate to ask this, but would you prefer that I back off a little with him?"

He shakes his head. "No, please don't. He'd be devastated if you pulled away from him. I don't want you to pull away from him. I know you're not trying to take him from me; please don't worry about that anymore. Like I said, I'm really happy you two are such great friends; I was worried about that. It's my own fault that I didn't join in more and share your friendship."

I smile. "You know we'd love to have you hang out with us; we both think you're the greatest thing ever. I wouldn't suggest we start hanging out at the bars and getting drunk, but I'm sure we can find a lot to do."

He laughs. "No, I don't want to hang out at the bars." He rolls his eyes and grins. "I will never believe I sat and got drunk with my fifteen year old. This was so bad on so many levels, baby. I know why we did it, and it was really fun to watch him but we can't do this again."

I smirk and grin. "No, we won't do this again; at least until he's eighteen. He is a character when he's drunk though; the shyness just melts away."

Mark grins at me. "Yeah, so how does it feel to be a jerk off fantasy?"

I blush and laugh. "Oh man... That one really threw me. We can never tell him all he said if he doesn't remember it; he'd be so mortified."

"Oh God, yeah he would. He'd never be able to look at either one of us. I really hope he doesn't remember."

"I do too. I can't have him feeling bad."

He smiles. "You really do love him, huh?"

"As much as I love you."

He grins. "Well if what he said while he was chewing my ass out earlier means anything to ya, I'm pretty sure he loves you with all his heart. I don't know what it is about you, Brian Decker, but you do have a way with the Reynold's men."

I chuckle. "I'm hard to resist at first and hard to stomach later."

He laughs. "Shut up. Just accept that we both love you and we're never leaving your side."

"Only if you two will accept the same from me."

"Consider it done. Let's go have a pissing contest and go to bed; I'm fuckin' beat. And for some reason you two let me do all the driving."

"Your Jeep; you drive. I'm sure he'd take you up on it if you offered."

"I'm not ready for that yet. It's gonna be bad enough when he brings Beiber home to us; I'm not ready to give driving lessons."

I laugh. "No Beiber's allowed."

He grins. "You promised him you wouldn't hurt the new Beiber."

I smirk. "I'll give him a fair chance. Let's go piss, sexy man; I wanna look at your cock so I have fantasy material for later."

He laughs and shoves me forward, towards the trees.

Sunday morning dawns with Mark and I are awake and looking over at Jared, sprawled out almost sideways across his sleeping bag. I think that's what woke us up; we got kicked; at least Mark did; he's closer. I look at my watch and see that it's still only six fifteen. Too damn early to get up on a Sunday, but I guess it's too late to worry about it now. I kiss the side of Mark's face and smile at him.

"Good morning, sexy. I'm gonna go get a fire goin' and get some coffee started."

"Good morning, baby. OK, I'll be here waiting for the little prince to throw up, er, get up."

I laugh and swat him on the butt. "Be nice; he's gonna feel like shit all day."

"Hey, while you're out there, check in the center console of the Jeep; there should be a bottle of naproxen in there; he's gonna need it."

"I will. Keys in your pants?"

"Yep." He grins. "Makes me wish I were wearin' `em."

I reach over and grab his cock. "So I could do this?"

He grins from ear to ear. "Yeah."

"You only have to ask, sweet cheeks."

He laughs. "Go."

"Yes Sir."

By the time I get the fire going, the coffee started and the drugs out of the Jeep I return to find Jared awake and holding his head and stomach at the same time. He looks up at me as I crawl into the tent and blushes and smiles a little. I smile at him.

"Good morning, sweet prince; how's the head?"

"Like fireworks. Good morning, Brian. Does your head hurt like this?"

"I do have a headache. I always get one when I drink beer, but probably not as bad as yours is. I brought you something to ease the pain a little."

I grab a bottle of water and hand him two pills and the water, watching him take them. I grin at him.

"They don't work as fast as you want them to, but they will kick-in in about an hour."

"An hour? Why so long?"

"I don't know, buddy; that's just the way they've always worked for me. Try not to move your head around too much; it'll make ya dizzy."

He groans. "I already found that out." He looks over at Mark. "Could you just throw me in the lake and leave me to die?"

Mark grins. "Nope; can't do that; I'd miss ya too much. It will get better; just give it some time. You can just lie in here until it's time to leave. I've even moved our departure back to give you some time to recover. You have until five to sleep it off."

He looks at both of us. "I'm never doing that again as long as I live. I don't know why you guys put yourselves through this on purpose; it sucks."

Mark smiles at him. "That's really good to hear; I'm proud of ya. It's not worth it, Jared; it sucks big time the next day."

"Then why do you drink beer?"

"I don't drink it to get drunk; I just have a beer or two on Friday or Saturday. I'll make a deal with ya though. If you promise me not to touch another beer before you're eighteen I will stop having my one or two a week. Deal?"

Jared smiles. "Deal. That's an easy one."

"Remember that when you're sixteen or seventeen and one of your buddies wants to have a party."

Jared frowns. "I hadn't thought about that. You're right, huh? I'll just tell `em I'm allergic to it." He grins.

"Good answer; I like it. OK, it's official; we live in a dry house now; no more alcohol."

Jared looks over at me and grins. "That means you too."

I smirk and grin. "How many beers have you ever seen me drink? Like you said, this is easy."

"That's right, huh? How come you don't drink beer with Dad?"

I grin. "The same reason you don't drink anymore; I can't stand the headache the next day. I hate feeling that way."

"I hear ya; this sucks. I think I'm gonna try to get a little more sleep. You guys should go for a walk or something and talk."

Mark smiles at him. "We will. But just so you know, we already talked about what happened yesterday and we got it all worked out. We kissed and made up; everything's fine, Jared."

He smiles. "Good, I'm glad. I was so scared you guys would break up. Don't ever do this again."

"We'll try our best. There are going to more disagreements and more arguments; it's impossible to live with someone and not do it, but we'll try our best to never let it get out of hand."

Jared looks at Mark, frowning. "It is not impossible to not argue; you just have to always tell each other what you're feeling."

I grin and look at him. "You and I just had an argument not long ago about me walking in on you. Do you think if I did it again you'd just let it pass without saying something? We're gonna get on each other's nerves from time to time, buddy; that's just life. We just have to learn to stop letting our emotions control the argument; that's when we get in trouble. And we're not gonna stop loving each other because we have a fight."

He sighs. "I guess... Still, you can't let it get like yesterday. Please."

"I already promised Brian I would tell him what I was feeling before it got to that point. We're working on it; we're trying to learn more about each other. That's what this is all about. It's not about sex. It's not about living together. It's not about being in love. It's about learning about your partner and sharing your lives. We'll make it work, dude; stop worrying about us. We're not gonna break up our family over an argument."

Jared looks at me. "Did you promise Dad the same thing; that you'd tell him if something was buggin' you?"

"I don't remember if I did or not." I turn to Mark. "I promise I will tell you if something's bugging me before I get mad about it."

Jared grins. "That's better. Now go for a walk, hold hands and talk to each other; I need more sleep."

I smirk and grin. "Yes Sir. Are you sure you wouldn't like a big, juicy, greasy egg sandwich for breakfast before we leave?"

He groans and gives me a dirty look. "That's not even nice, Brian. If you make me puke I'm gonna aim it towards you."

I smile at him. "I'm sorry; that was mean. We'll let you get some sleep. If you need anything just holler and we'll come runnin'." I turn to Mark. "Come on, sexy; let's go for a walk and hold hands."

He grins. "With you? Anywhere." He turns to Jared and grins. "See ya, buddy; feel better."

I look at Jared. "Later, dude. I love ya; feel better."

He smiles at both of us. "I love you both. See ya when you get back."

Jared managed to make it through the day only puking one more time; thankfully it had been before we got in the car to go home. He was in his bed and out cold ten minutes after we got home.

That worked out rather well for Mark and I. I was true to my word and rocked his world that night; we made love for almost two hours before passing out. We knew Jared wouldn't hear us and we let it all out. I went to work Monday morning a very happy man. I was starting a new job with more pay. I got my brains fucked out the night before and I still had my new family; safe and secure. This is what my life was always supposed to be. Granted, I never pictured a step-son being in it, but I couldn't imagine it without him now. Those two men are my life and I don't want it any other way.

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