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The Abandoned Boy
Chapter 9
Simon slept well the rest of that night. So did I, once I'd fallen asleep. When I woke up, Simon was sleeping yet, pressed up against me. He had a hardon, and it was jabbing me in the side. I had one myself, but I was lying on my stomach, so mine was pressing down into the mattress. I laid there a few minutes, then decided to try and get up and get out of the room before Simon woke up and saw me in my arroused state. Like all other best laid plans, this didn't work. As I was walking around the foot of the bed, Simon stirred, and opened his eyes.
"Sweet!" he said, grinning, as he stared at my hardon, while I walked by him.
"Thanks! So's your's," I replied, grinning, but tinging pink, as Simon snickered.
While I showered, Simon stayed in bed and watched some cartoons. At least that's what he told me he'd been doing. My guess is, he was actually jerking off. And, there's no reason he shouldn't have been, since that was exactly what I was doing a few feet away from him, while I showered.
When I got to the bathroom, I decided to shave, hoping my hardon would go down, so I could take a leak. It didn't. I still had a raging boner after I brushed my teeth as well, so I decided to take my problem in hand. I jumped in the shower, turned on the water, got wet, then soaped my body up. I was especially careful to soap my cock and balls up good. Then, with the shower massager aimed at my back, giving me a back massage, I took my soapy cock in one hand, and my scrotum in the other, and began jerking off and fondling my balls.
It didn't take long for my orgasm to begin to build up, as I slid my slippery fist up and down my shaft, and rolled my testicles around in my other hand. I soon felt my testicles increase in size slightly, and my scrotum began pulling up closer to my body. My cock grew a little larger and harder too. I began beating off a little faster, as I felt the tingling beginning in my crotch. My eyes were closed and my head was tilted back, as I started slamming my hand up and down my dick, and I fondled my nut sack a little faster. Then suddenly, I felt my cum beginning to flow. I held back as long as I could, as the pleasureful pressure built. All too soon, I couldn't hold back any longer, and with a grunt, I fired a huge glob of cum against the back wall of the shower. I continued jerking my hand up and down my cock, as I was wracked by spasm after spasm, during each of which, I fired more strings of semen at the wall. Finally, after about 8 or 9 squirts of my love juice, my orgasm subsided. I slowed down to a slow gentle stroke, sliding my hand up and down my shaft yet, as I felt one last spasm building. Then suddenly, it hit me, and the last of my cum oozed out of my cock, and ran over my fingers and knuckles, dripping down onto the shower floor, as my entire body shuddered. My legs felt weak as I let go of my genitals, and turned to face the spray of the shower. I quickly adjusted the spray back to a normal shower of warm water, then I stood for a couple moments, hanging onto the safety bar for support, as the spray of water washed the soap and cum residue from my body. Eventually, I directed the spray at the back wall of the shower, and watched as my cum was washed down into the tub, and toward the drain. Then it was washed away in a swirl of water, down into the plumbing. Once the shower was clean, I washed and rinsed off. Then, while the water was still running, my dick was finally soft enough, and the urge to pee had returned, so I stood over the drain and emptied my bladder, letting the water from the shower wash my urine down the drain. Finally I got out of the shower, dried, and dressed.
While Simon showered and dressed, I whipped up a big batch of pancakes for our breakfast. I was happy when Simon asked for more.
As we ate, I said, "I'm surprised you didn't join me in the bathroom this morning. You usually do."
Simon smirked at me and said, "I figured you probably wanted a little privacy to handle that huge chubby of your's."
I blushed and said, "Well, thanks. As a matter of fact..."
"I knew it!" Simon laughed gleefully.
"Yeah, and you were 'watching cartoons'????" I said, fixing him with a stare.
Simon continued laughing, but said "well, they were on in the background!"
I laughed and reached over and mussed Simon's hair.
A huge belch escaped from Simon a couple minutes later, when he pushed back from the table and leaned back in his chair, after finishing a third helping of pancakes.
"I'm sorry Greg! God! I'm such a pig!" he said, his face turning pink.
Chuckling, I belched too and said, "Nonsense! You're a growing boy, and you're supposed to be eating a lot! And a good belch, just shows your appreciation for the good food!"
Simon laughed then, and got up and helped me pick up the dishes. We left for school a few minutes later.
As we walked into the lobby at the school, we saw Ethan and Tom talking to each other by the office. There was a short, older lady standing with them. She had dark hair, which had several streaks of gray running through it. Ethan flashed us an "I'm so embarrassed" look, as we walked up to them.
Tom grinned and said, "Guys! This is Ethan's mom, Carol Rodman. Mrs. Rodman, this is Ethan's friend Simon Banning, and his foster-father Greg Winslow, who's also one of our history teacher's. Simon's the boy Ethan was sticking up for, when he got the black eye and split lip."
Mrs. Rodman turned to us and smiled.
"Well! Ethan's mentioned you both rather often. I'm pleased to finally meet you," she said.
"Thank you Mrs. Rodman, I'm glad to finally meet you as well," I said.
"Nice to meet you Mrs. Rodman," Simon said, smiling politely at her.
"I've just been telling Mrs. Rodman how Ethan helped Simon out yesterday when those two bullies were picking on him. I was also telling Ethan again, how proud we are of him for doing so," Tom said.
"Yes Ethan! We most certainly are. I can't thank you enough for helping Simon as much as you have!" I said.
"Stop already! It was nothing. Really!" Ethan said, blushing.
The first bell rang then.
"Oh man! I have to go to my locker yet!" Simon said, "Excuse me for running!"
"Me too!" Ethan said, "Bye Mom. Mr. McGrath. Gre- I mean Mr. Winslow!"
The two boys ran off toward their lockers before we could say anything.
"WALK!" Tom hollered after them, chuckling.
"Well, I better get to my classroom, before the kids start a riot!" I said. "It was nice meeting you Mrs. Rodman. Your son is quite a fine young man. I'm happy that he and Simon are friends, and we enjoy having Ethan visit us. He's welcome at our apartment anytime."
"Well thank you Mr. Winslow. I understand from both Ethan and Mr. McGrath that Simon is a nice boy too, and he's welcome at our home as well," Mrs. Rodman said.
"Thanks Mrs. Rodman. I'm sorry, but I really have to run now," I said. "Nice meeting you, and I hope we can get together again soon and talk some more. Later Tom."
"Well, don't let me keep you, but I think it would be nice to talk sometime. Goodbye now," Mrs. Rodman said.
I grinned at them, then took off at a trot toward my classroom then.
"WALK!" Tom hollered after me, snickering.
When I got to my classroom, I found all my students milling about by the door. Simon was in the middle of the group.
"Sorry everyone! I got hung up with Mr. McGrath. You know how wordy he can get!" I said snickering, as I unlocked the door.
"That's OK," one of the girls said, "We've just been asking your FOSTER-SON all about you!"
I stopped and looked at Simon. He grinned and blushed.
"Well, I hope you're not giving away all my secrets!" I said.
"Don't worry, he won't tell us anything!" one of the boys said.
"Good man!" I said, grinning and opening the door. "That's just how it should be! Thanks Simon!"
The classroom was unusually noisy that morning, as a lot of the kids were talking with Simon, but I let it go, since Simon appeared to be happy with the attention.
During my free period, I went down to the office and got my mail, since I hadn't had a chance to earlier. Tom saw me and motioned me into his office. I stepped in and sat down in one of the chairs across the desk from him.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I just wanted to let you know that I didn't 'out' Ethan or Simon to Mrs. Rodman this morning," he said.
I smiled and said, "I didn't think you would."
Tom grinned and said, "Carol and I talked for a while after you all left. She told me that her husband died several years ago, and that it's just been her and Ethan since Ethan was 8. She's been upset for a long time that Ethan's had no man in his life. I guess she's tried to talk to Ethan a few times about things a father would usually talk to his son about, but Ethan got too embarrassed. Poor kid."
"Yeah, he pretty much told us the same thing the first night he had supper with us," I said.
"I wish there was something I could do to help him," Tom said.
I looked at Tom a moment.
"What?" he asked.
I smiled and said, "I know. I like him too."
Tom looked at me quizzically then.
"NO! Get your mind out of the gutter! I mean I think he's a nice boy, and I like him too. Although... I have seen him naked. That first time I talked to him in the locker room. I have to admit, he's a damned cute guy!" I grinned and waggled my eyebrows at Tom.
"Slut!" Tom said, looking at me blankly.
I laughed, then Tom started laughing along with me.
"Seriously. I've gotten to know him a little, and he's a nice kid. I've already let him know he can talk to me if he needs too. I'm sure he'd appreciate getting the same offer from you though too!" I said.
Tom looked at me a minute, then said "thanks for sharing."
I snickered and said, "Well, I think it probably would've happened anyway. I mean you're over at our apartment a lot. And I saw how you and Ethan interacted, last night. I think he likes you too!"
Tom turned red, but smiled. "You think so? ... Well, it'd be nice if he did."
"I don't see why he wouldn't. You're a great guy! Now I have to go correct some papers!" I said.
"Go! Don't let me hold you up!" Tom said.
I smiled at him, then headed for the teacher's lounge.
That afternoon, I stayed at school late to help some kids with a project they were having trouble with. Simon and Ethan stopped by right after classes let out, and asked if they could go back to our place. I told them they could.
Before they left, I leaned closer to them and whispered, "remember what we talked about."
They both nodded, then took off together, heading for the student parking lot.
When I got to the apartment later, I heard music coming from Simon's room. As I headed down the hall, I heard the boys. It sounded like they were having sex.
As I approached Simon's room, I was surprised to see the door was wide open. I stopped short of the doorway, and peered into the room. The head of Simon's bed is adjacent to the door, and the foot of the bed faces away from it. Simon and Ethan were both completely naked, lying on their backs next to each other on the bed. A bottle of hand lotion was lying next to Simon. Each boy had the other's well-lubed hardon in their hand, and they were both sliding their hands up and down each other's cocks at a moderate pace. It was clear from the way their bodies were twitching, and they were moaning, that both of them were fast approaching orgasm. I knew I shouldn't spy on them, but I couldn't tear myself away. As I watched the boys pleasuring each other, my own cock quickly stiffened, and began to throb inside my jeans.
"Oh Fuck! I'm gonna shoot Ethan!" Simon gasped suddenly.
"Me too!" Ethan said lustily, as he quickened his pace on Simon's dick.
Simon sped up the hand job he was giving Ethan as well. Within seconds both boy's bodies began to stiffen up, and they began humping up and down off the bed a little, while they continued beating each other off.
Suddenly Simon's body stiffened completely, and he let out a stifled cry, as a large glob of cum erupted from the tip of his cock, and splattered in a sticky string onto his belly and chest.
"Oh Fuck!" Ethan gasped and he too stiffened, as a large rope of jism shot out of his cock as well. His ejaculation was so violent, that his semen splattered onto his neck and face, and a small gob of it ended up in his hair.
Both boys continued jacking each other's cocks off, and moaning passionately, they both fired glob after glob of semen all over themselves, until their orgasms finally ended, and the last of their cum dribbled out of their urethras and over each other's hands, as they slowly continued pumping each other, making sure they milked the last drop of sperm out of each other.
"Fuck that was good Simon!" Ethan exclaimed enthusiastly, as he finally let go of Simon's dick.
"Yeah," Simon said. "It's not as good as a blow job, but it was still damned good! I so much want to wipe a gob of your cum up and eat it! I miss the flavor so much!"
"Me too. Your's tastes great too! But Greg told us to wait, so that's what we have to do!" Ethan said.
"I know," Simon said, sadly.
I silently tip-toed backward down the hallway, to the front door. When I got there, I opened it, and slammed it shut again. Then I hollered "Simon, You home?"
"JUST A MINUTE!" Simon hollered, sounding mildly panicked.
I heard a lot of rustling, down the hall, then both boys came out of Simon's room and walked down the hallway toward me. They both were flushed, and looked pretty disheveled. Comically, I noticed that they were wearing each other's t-shirts, and didn't seem to have noticed.
"What'cha up to?" I asked looking curiously at them.
They both blushed a little deeper, as I continued looking back and forth between the two of them. I noticed Ethan still had the small glob of his semen in his hair, just over his forehead. Simon cringed when he saw that I'd noticed it.
I couldn't control myself anymore, and snickered a little.
Both boys turned crimson.
Finally Simon said, "we weren't doing anything you said not to do."
"OK," I said. Then, still snickering, I added "You must be a powerful shooter Ethan!"
"What?" Ethan asked, turning even darker red.
"You got a glob of cum in your hair," I said, winking at him.
Poor Ethan was almost purple now.
"Go clean yourselves up, then clean up your room," I said, "I'll start dinner."
I turned and headed for the kitchen then, leaving the two embarrassed boys looking at one another.
A few minutes later, as I was sticking a ham and some potatoes in the oven, Simon and Ethan walked into the kitchen. I noticed they'd swapped shirts. Both still looked rather embarrassed.
I snickered and said, "I see you decided that your own shirts fit you better."
Neither boy said anything, but both turned red in the face again.
"Guys, I know you've had sex together in the past. I know that right now, you're honoring my request that you not have sex, at least until we know for certain that Simon didn't pick up an STD before. I'm very happy you're being so responsible. I know what it's like to be your age. I know you're both hot and horny! I also know that to alleviate this, and still be safe, you guys have started to masturbate together. That's fine. In fact it's the perfect solution! I hope you both enjoy yourselves as much as possible that way, until it's safe for you to be together the way you really want to be again." I said.
"Wow! You mean it?" Simon asked, incredulously.
"Yeah Simon," I said.
Still blushing, Ethan said "Thanks Greg. I promise we won't go any further unless you say we can."
"Thanks Ethan," I said.
"Um, Greg?" Simon said.
"What?" I asked.
"How'd you know we were jerking off together?" he asked, looking at me quizzically.
I snickered and said, "Try to remember to close your bedroom door from now on!"
The boys' eyes got big, and they both turned beet red.
"But... You mean...???" Simon asked, looking confused.
"I got home before you heard me open and slam the front door. And I went down the hall to see if you were in your room. And you were," I said, turning a little pink myself.
Both boys looked mortified.
"It's OK, Just close your door from now on! End of subject," I said.
Then I turned and opened the refrigerator to get the fixings for a salad out.
"Why don't you guys set the table." I said, not looking at them.
As I busied myself making a tossed salad, the boys silently set the table.
When supper was ready, we had a nice meal together. It started out pretty quietly, but I started talking about school, and the conversation flowed then, without our discussing the boys' sexuality anymore. It was an enjoyable dinner.
Later, as Ethan was leaving, he looked a little embarrassed, and said "I'm sorry about earlier Greg."
"What about earlier?" I asked.
"You know... when Simon's door was open." he said.
"Forget it. Nothing to be sorry about," I said.
Ethan smiled, but looked a little uncomfortable yet. So did Simon.
I smiled at them and said, "You're both almost adults now. You've both figured out you're gay. You both like each other. A lot! It's natural that you to want to be together. You don't have to be embarrassed about it. I know you're going to be with each other. I've accepted that. And I'm proud of both of you for being so responsible right now while we're waiting for the results of Simon's tests. I didn't see all that much, and it's nothing I haven't done myself. So no guilt. No embarrassment."
They both smiled, but suddenly Ethan looked at me with a confused look.
"Ethan, there's something I think I think I should tell you. Simon knows this already, but I asked him not to tell anyone. I'm going to ask you to make me the same promise he did. That you won't share what I'm going to tell you with anyone. Can you promise me that?" I asked.
Simon's eyes got huge, as he realized what I was about to tell Ethan.
Ethan looked a little bewildered, but said, "Sure, no problem."
"You may be wondering why I'm having such an easy time accepting that you and Simon are gay, and that you're in a relationship together. Well, there's a rather simple explanation as to why this is true. See - I'm gay myself." I said.
"WHAT?" Ethan said incredulously.
I smiled and said, "I'm gay. Just like the two of you are."
Ethan just stared at me. Then he looked at Simon, then back at me. Then he started to look really confused. Suddenly it dawned on me, why.
"No Ethan. Simon and I do NOT have a sexual relationship!" I said.
"I-I didn't mean to imply...," Ethan said, looking upset now. "I didn't. Really."
"I know," I said. "I think it's best I stated that fact anyway."
"So you really do understand how Simon and I feel then, don't you?" Ethan said.
"Yeah Ethan, I do," I said, smiling at him.
A smile spread across Ethan's face then.
"Thanks for telling me Greg. I know you're probably worried I might tell someone, even though I said I wouldn't. You don't have to worry. I promise! I won't tell a soul." Ethan said.
"Thanks Ethan. That means a lot to me," I said, smiling back at him.
I reached over and wrapped an arm around Ethan and pulled him into a hug. "I'm glad you're a part of our lives Ethan!" I said.
Ethan squeezed me back and said rather hoarsely, "I'm glad I am too!"
As we released each other, I saw that Ethan had tears in his eyes. I pulled him back toward me and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Then I turned and gave Simon a hug and a kiss on the forehead.
"I'll let you two say good-night now. Drive safely Ethan." I said.
"I will. Thanks Greg. For everything!" Ethan said, still teary-eyed, but smiling at me.
I winked at him and walked down the hall to my room.
A few minutes later, I heard the door open, then it shut, and then the deadbolt being turned.
Simon appeared in my doorway then.
"Thanks for everything tonight Greg!" Simon said, smiling at me. "I know Ethan really appreciates that you 'came out' to him. He doesn't have a dad. I think maybe he might be starting to think of you a little like one though."
I grinned and said, "you don't mind sharing?"
Simon smiled and said, "Not with Ethan!"
I grinned and said, "OK then."
Simon grinned, then walked off toward his room.
The next day after school, Ethan had his piano lesson, so Simon didn't have anything to do. He hung out after school in my classroom and did his homework, while I gave a few students a make-up test. Afterward, since I didn't have anything planned for dinner, I suggested we stop somewhere to eat. Simon thought that sounded good. As I turned out of the school parking lot and headed for our apartment, I asked him what he thought he'd like, and he said anything would be fine.
As we drove along, I saw the sign up ahead for Mario's, a little neighborhood pizzeria and Italian restaurant that was just a couple blocks from the apartment. I signaled, and turned in when we got to it.
"Do we have to eat here?" Simon asked, looking nervously at me.
"Well, you said anything was OK, and I know you love pizza. So do I." I said.
"Well, yeah, but can we just go have it somewhere else?" he asked.
I looked at Simon and saw that he was trembling slightly.
"Why don't you want to eat here?" I asked.
Simon didn't answer, and turned and looked out the side window.
"Is this where that 'waiter' who was a customer of your's works?" I asked, as the possibility occurred to me.
Simon didn't answer immediately, but finally, he must've felt my eyes boring a hole into the back of his head. He turned toward me, and said "yes."
"OK. Let's go in and if he's here, I'll have a word with him," I said, unbuckling my seatbelt.
"Greg! Please! This guy's not like the asshole at the grocery store. He's young. Just a little older than me. He never forced me to do anything, and didn't treat me badly. Please! Can't we just go somewhere else?" Simon said.
"Simon, we're not going to avoid places we might want to go, because of this. This guy. How'd you two connect anyway?" I said.
Simon turned red and looked out the window again...
The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.