Second Chance, Chapter 89
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Second Chance, Chapter 89
"That's a pretty tall order, Mr. Hadley," Josh was saying into his cell phone. "Would it be okay to do it as a team project? With finals and graduation coming up I don't think I could pull it off alone.
Great! I know at least two guys who will probably jump at the chance and I'll draft Eric too. He's better at it than he'll admit.
I'll email you some thumbnail sketches very soon.
You too. Bye."
"What am I being shanghaied into doing?" Eric asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Mr. Hadley wants an illusionary chalk painting on part of the sidewalk in front of his gallery for Memorial Day weekend. He's thinking of something that looks like an abyss that a person could fall into, but he's leaving the designing to me. He thinks it will stir up a lot of curiosity and publicity for his place and the guys who make it. I know Brayden and Troy will probably help and you can too. If you're worried about painting on it, I'll outline areas for you to fill in with particular colors and supervise you when I can."
"I'd be cool with that," Eric smiled. "I thought at first you might be having me pose in a loincloth in public."
"That's a marvelous idea!" Josh exclaimed. "But I think we'd get more publicity if you wore a jock or maybe just a little cloth bag over your junk."
"You're a pervert!"
"Yeah?"
"You admit it so easily."
"Why not? You know you love it."
"Yeah, I do. Is there any chance of getting `perverted' together tonight after our homework's done?"
"Of course. Can you hold out that long?"
"You know how disciplined I am holding poses for you."
"How `bout I hold this," Josh snickered, caressing Eric's package.
Eric's self-discipline broke down immediately and, after wrestling with Josh on the floor, he led him into their bedroom and began to strip him.
"I love it when you take charge," Josh said panting. "I want you to feed that big sausage deep in my butt and blow your load so far into me that I can taste it."
"If you keep talking like that I probably will!"
The guys made out, rubbing their naked bodies together until Josh said Eric had better get to it before he shot his wad prematurely. Eric didn't need a second request.
If they'd had more time before having to help with dinner preparations, they would have paused occasionally to make it last. As it was, they went straight for the mountaintop. Eric's horniness turned Josh on so completely that he came first without being touched. The contracting of his anal muscles brought Eric with him a nano-second later. It was intense!
They hurried to the shower to wash off the sweat and cum before going downstairs.
"Are you inviting your mother to graduation, Eric?" Rob asked in the evening when they were all taking a break from the books.
"Are you asking your father to come?" Eric countered.
"Um, no; point taken. Sorry I asked."
"I didn't mean to be so abrupt. I'm the one who should say `sorry'. I honestly wondered if I should have asked her. I thought you might be implying that you're more forgiving than I am, which you probably are."
"Nope. Sometimes parents are like sleeping dogs and it's better not to disturb them. I've had no contact with my sperm-donor since our agreement and I'm not eager to change that."
"At least your father wouldn't be drunk and cause a scene. I can never predict with my mother. Since our dads thwarted her last attempt to lure me to Illinois, she's disappeared from the radar completely. Of course that was basically what the court order was designed to do. I don't want to be the one to break it by contacting her. It could be the excuse she needs to make trouble."
"But you're 18 and she can't make any legal claim."
"I know, but like you said; it's better to let sleeping dogs lie; or in her case - bitches!"
"Shawn, is everything I tell you really confidential?" Troy asked.
"Yes. Doctor/patient information is private. I would never violate that confidence unless I thought that keeping it would result in harming you."
"So, like what I might say about sex stuff would be just between us?"
"What happens in your bed, stays in your bed," Dr. Goodlove said suppressing a smile. "By the way, thanks for using my first name. I want you to be completely open and comfortable with me."
"Um, I had sex with my boyfriend who shall remain nameless so you could truthfully say I hadn't told you the name of the guy I was with." Troy smiled.
"So, do you want to talk about it?"
"Not a lot, but I want you to know it was awesome. I was afraid I'd never be able to do any of that stuff because of what happened to me. But I did the oral stuff and it was great for both of us and I didn't get sick to my stomach or anything. I thought I'd panic, remembering about being forced to do it. I just knew if I didn't do it with the boy I love I'd never have the courage."
"I suppose I shouldn't encourage you by congratulating you, but I do think it's wonderful you didn't have a bad reaction. Some people take years to get to that point."
"I know. I read a story on the web about a guy who couldn't even be in bed with his partner without shaking after he'd been molested by some other guys."
"Have you told your nameless boyfriend about what happened to you?"
"Not all of it; just that I was forced to do things I didn't want to. He only knows it was really bad. I don't know how he'll react if he finds out I've been raped."
"I'm not going to push you to tell him, but my instincts are that he'll be supportive if and when he finds out. I guess it's not imperative that he know unless you two are getting married in the near future."
"We're way too young to think about that, but I'd have to tell everything to my lover before I could be a good partner, I guess."
"I continue to marvel at your insight! I hope someday you'll consider becoming a counselor, or at least be willing to talk to kids who've gone through what you have."
"I think I'd like to – uh, talk to kids. It would make me feel like some good could come out of the nightmare."
Shawn's eyes misted up as he hugged his young patient. He'd love to wrap the kid up and take him home; shield him from any further evil. But knowing where Troy was living, and that Scott and Robbie were in the next room waiting to take him home, Shawn was certain Troy was already loved and protected.
Early Saturday morning, Josh, Eric, Brayden, Troy, and Justin piled out of Ben's Chrysler Pacifica which was parked in the loading zone in front of La Galleria D'Arte Moderna. From the rear hatch, they unloaded materials they'd brought with them. Norm Hadley and Charles met them at the door with additional supplies.
"You can pull your car in the lot in back to stave off the overzealous meter-maid or Charles can bring you a card to put in the window. I forgot it on the way out."
"I'll be happy to move the crossover." Charles offered. "Having the vehicle here would block the view and we don't want that!"
"Thanks!" Josh said, handing over the keys. "Let's get the main parts of the composition blocked in, guys."
Within an hour, Josh and his helpers had drawn out the major shapes and also drawn a small crowd of onlookers. After the camera crew from Channel 10 came to record their progress, the crowd nearly doubled.
Some of the spectators carefully watched how the guys applied the chalk while others were more interested in their shirtless torsos. The sight of young, firm flesh was not unpleasant in any way.
After the crew had captured quite a bit of footage, Tiffany Jones showed up to do an interview. She spent longer talking to Josh and Norm than to the rest, but made sure everyone had a chance to say a few words. Norm, of course, put in a big plug for the gallery.
By the time the guys broke for lunch, the pastel painting was nearly finished. The sidewalk looked as if it were made of bricks which had crumbled and broken away to reveal a Hobbit-like realm hidden below the surface of the earth. Trees, fields, roads with small horse drawn carts were visible everywhere. By the size and direction of the cast shadows, the time in the scene was shortly after noon. The illusion was realistic enough to cause one small child to hang on tightly to his father for fear of falling in.
Norm provided an excellent lunch for the artists inside one of the conference rooms. In fact it was the very one in which Eric and Josh had discussed revisions in their book before it was published. It brought back pleasant memories.
Part of the camera crew returned around 2:00 to film the final product. It would be aired at 6:00 and 10:00 with the possibility of a repeat on Sunday if it happened to be a slow news day.
When the boys said their goodbyes to Norm, he handed each of them a small envelope asking then not to open them until they got home. Once they hit the kitchen at the Larson-Brady home, their curiosity had to be satisfied.
There were notes in each one thanking the boys for their efforts. Each envelope also contained two crisp $50 bills.
"Wow, I'm rich!" Troy exclaimed. "I was wondering how I could make a little spending money without being dependent on our dads all the time."
Ben was within earshot when Troy said that and was moved to hear Troy refer to Scott and him as if they were his blood relatives.
"I don't deserve this because I was only there to be with Troy," Justin remarked.
"You do deserve it!" Josh insisted. "You did as much work as the rest of us and you did it well."
"Yeah, but you did the designing. You should get more."
"Don't worry; this publicity may very well boost my reputation and my sales. I'll be paid in the long run. I really needed everyone's help to complete it in that short a time frame. I think we spent about four hours of actual work. It would have taken me a couple of days and I couldn't spare them since we have finals starting Tuesday. I'll spend some time studying on Sunday and Monday as it is."
Needless to say, the guys were all elated. They had volunteered to help a friend and ended up feeling flush with cash. Later Josh found that his envelope had another tightly folded $50 hidden inside. He guessed that Norm had paid him extra for his designing work and had chosen not to make it obvious.
Justin stayed over again with Troy on Saturday night. His mother had thought he should play host for a change, but he talked her out of it. His main reason was that he felt freer to mess around with Troy in the Larson-Brady home than in his own. His family might not understand if they went off to his room early and locked the door. The guys in this house might suspect what they were doing, but would unquestionably respect their privacy.
"You wanna take a shower with me and get squeaky clean?" Troy asked, licking his lips sensuously.
"Hell yeah!" Justin answered. "Can we do like before?"
"I have something a little different in mind," Troy grinned. "I want to make out with you naked until we can't take it anymore and then I want us to do 69 since we both like sucking and getting sucked."
"Wow, like at the same time?"
"That's the meaning of the term. I think it ought to put us in some kind of sensory overload. At least that's what Eric and Josh say about it."
"You talked to them about sex stuff? I mean details and all."
"Yeah, if you went to the retreat you must know they'll discuss anything and everything and won't make fun of you if you ask dumb questions."
"True story. I know a few guys got with them to talk about anal sex after the retreat and I heard they didn't pull any punches."
"Well, shall we talk about it all night or do you want to get naked under the hot water?"
"Naked!"
Because there were others in the house, the two wrapped towels around their waists on the way back from the bathroom. They might as well have skipped covering up since they didn't meet anyone in the hall anyway.
Troy locked the bedroom door behind them and dropped his towel. It caught momentarily on his erection before hitting the floor. Justin followed suit, but immediately knelt to tongue Troy's balls.
"If you don't go slowly, I'm gonna blow right now!" Troy squealed.
"Okay, I'm really close too from fooling around in the shower. Why don't we try the 69 thing and then make out after we've already cum once so we can take as much time as we want."
"Brilliant suggestion, my dear Watson!" Troy giggled.
They pulled the bed covers down and spread a beach towel over the bottom sheet. Then the licking and sucking began.
Once they were lying on their sides facing each other's crotch, they didn't waste a lot of time on preliminaries. Troy began by licking Justin's perineum getting rather close to his rosebud on some of the passes. Justin nearly creamed right then and there. He had to concentrate really hard to remember to return the favor.
Troy figured Justin might be freaked out if he got his hole licked, so he worked back toward his boyfriend's ball sac. Gently, he took the right one in his mouth, bathing it with his hot wet tongue. Then he switched to the other one so Justin's boys got equal attention.
Justin tried to imitate Troy's every move. He suspected that Troy had been exposed to sex a lot more than he had. A part of him wanted to know the whole story on Troy and another part of him wasn't sure.
Ball bathing gave way to deep sucking. Justin had been practicing on bananas to try to control his gag reflex. He'd made progress, but didn't think he could take the whole thing in his throat.
Neither boy was thinking about technique other than doing to each other what they'd like done to them. Troy began to giggle and had to stop for a couple of minutes.
"I was suddenly reminded of the "golden rule" while doing this. I'm gonna make sure I do unto you what I'd like you to do unto me!" he snickered.
After they both chuckled a bit, they got back to business. For a recent student in the art of giving oral pleasure, Justin was sucking like a pro.
In a very short time, the guys were drinking each other's life-giving fluids. As soon as they'd both quit squirting, they started kissing deeply, enjoying the flavor of their combined nectar.
Their second round of making out lasted for over an hour. Troy was very thankful that they'd already cum once so they could work up slowly to the next one. When it arrived, the effect was mind-shattering!
"Oh God! I think I'm falling in love with you." Justin gasped when his body spasms began to subside.
"Maybe it's just how good you feel when you get off," Troy speculated with a hint of sadness in his voice. "I'm not sure you'll want to be with me at all when you know everything about me."
"I can't imagine anything that would change my mind."
"I'm damaged goods. I've been used – made to suck a nasty old cock and raped."
"Oh Baby, I'm so sorry."
"I'm gonna tell you the whole story."
Troy spent the next fifteen minutes telling Justin everything. He didn't dwell on the sordid details, but didn't omit anything relevant either. By the time he finished, both of them were crying.
"This doesn't change anything except that I feel closer to you because you've let me into your head and your heart. You know I won't tell anyone else."
"The guys in the house know most of it, but they haven't told either. I'm just thankful you won't spread it around school next year either - when we're there together."
"My lips are sealed. I'd never intentionally say or do anything to hurt you. I want to help take the hurt away. Please tell me what I can do?"
"You're already doing it. I've been so afraid you'd be so upset you'd leave me when you found out. By the way, I've been tested for every STD known to man and I'm disease free. I hope you know I wouldn't take the chance of passing something to you."
"The only thing that upsets me is knowing you've been hurt, but it won't drive me away. That's not gonna happen," Justin insisted as he wrapped himself around Troy's back.
Troy turned around to face him and they kissed some more. Eventually, they fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs, their semi-erect cocks pressed together side by side.
Since there had been a round of parties for college graduations and there would be another group of high school celebrations, their Memorial Day observance was low-key.
Rob and Blake went to Sophia's on Monday for a cookout while the rest stayed home to barbeque. Ben and Scott invited Chuck and Robert over to join them. They would have included Wade and Roger, but they were headed for the cottage on Lake Delhi to be with Greta and the rest of the family.
Troy spent part of his day at Justin's house. He was pleased at how welcoming Justin's parents were. He assumed they must know he and Justin were "involved." Whether they did or didn't, it didn't seem to affect their behavior toward him. Life was improving.
For Eric, Josh, and Rob, final exams were kind of anticlimactic. They all had good grade-point averages going into the tests and had reviewed thoroughly. In the classes they shared, they studied together, bouncing questions and answers off each other until they were satisfied that there was nothing more to do.
Despite it's being finals week, Troy chose to keep his appointment with Dr. Goodlove. He didn't have a final on Thursday, so he had plenty of time to review for his last test on Friday.
In his session, he told Shawn how Justin had reacted to the story of his molestation. Shawn could see the joy through Troy's tears.
"I had a strong hunch Justin wouldn't ditch you when he knew. He's a really kind, gentle guy and I don't think I'm violating patient/doctor confidentiality when I tell you that," he smiled.
"Thanks for helping me to the point that I felt like I could trust him. I feel much more confident than I did even a month ago."
"It's your efforts as much as mine that are causing you to heal. By the way, dare I ask how things are in bed?"
"AWESOME! I've passed every test I've given myself. I think I'm ready to do everything with Justin."
"Well, I'd suggest not rushing into "everything" if I'm correct in assuming what you mean."
"We won't. We're not going to screw like rabbits if that's how you took it, but I do think I'm ready for anal sex."
"Good. Take things slowly; that will happen when the time is right. And don't take any chances with anyone you don't know!"
"When the time is right, I want it to be with Justin."
Author's notes: I heard from the following people this week: Rutabaga, Walt S, Walter Sz, Jim Tru, Jim R, Tony C, Bert, Steve, Bill K, Paul R, Tom A, Peter & Mason, Gordon G, Caleb, Jim C, Peter H. (Zeke), Rad, and Terry A. I hope I didn't miss someone!
As you can see, this story will not wrap up in just one more chapter. I'm not thinking it will end with chapter 92.
I'm trying to send a group notification to those who asked for it. Hope it works this time.
David