The Metamorphosis of Jeremiah Long, Chapter 22
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The Metamorphosis of Jeremiah Long, Chapter 22
Summer vacation was quickly coming to an end. Davy and Joe wanted to see their grandparents in Wisconsin again before school started since Grandpa David's short bout with the flu in early July had prevented their coming to the Independence Day party. If the boys didn't go in August, it would be at least Thanksgiving before they'd see them again.
Of course the two brothers wanted to take their boyfriends. In fact, they'd love to have the whole gang from the last trip together again, including Micah if he could make it.
To complicate their plans, they would need to go early enough so Joe and Mark could be back for the freshman orientation and cookout which the sophomore boys would be helping with.
It was happening on a Wednesday, the day before school started for everyone. The administration felt it was better to begin the term right before the long Labor Day weekend so students would be organized and ready to go on Tuesday. Because of the intervening days, any necessary schedule changes could be made before a student invested too much time in a class only to have to start over in a different one.
Brent and Brock had a couple of weeks of unused vacation time, and decided to spend part of it going to the lake with the boys from Tuesday of one week to Tuesday of the next, returning in time for the boys' orientation. They promised to allow the guys the same freedom of movement they'd have enjoyed by themselves. The boys thought it was a great plan.
Mark and Bradon's parents had no qualms about letting their sons go on the trip, but felt their boys should pay their own way. After all, the elder Harts had provided everything for them in June. The Wittes could understand the grandparents doing it in celebration of Joe's birthday, but not twice in a row. However, Amanda said it would be an early celebration for Davy's and Jon's birthdays and they could also make it a belated party for Mark. Seeing that they weren't going to win the argument, Mickey and Phil insisted on sending enough money to treat the whole group to a meal at a restaurant in a town not far from the lake.
This time, the boys had no problem in knowing what to pack. Davy and Joe had purposely left a couple of swim suits at the lake to use whenever they were up there. Bradon had accidently left an old one too, so part of their clothing was already accounted for. They wouldn't need much in the way of going-out clothes and could get more than one use from whatever they took if they were careful. If push came to shove, they could run everyone's outfits through Grandma's washer and dryer.
When they arrived at 11:40 on Tuesday morning, they were met by David and Amanda. Everyone hugged and chatted excitedly. Grandma eventually got them all corralled around the big kitchen table after she took the lids off of two big pots of soup she'd been cooking. The aromas acted like lassoes to draw them in.
After everyone's appetite had been sated, Brock and Brent feigned fatigue after their drive and said they needed to rest, thus sending the boys off to play with the boat and Jet Ski on their own. They really did want the kids to have their freedom.
The boys hadn't started their short walk to the lake when Gail and Wally Graham showed up, bringing Micah. It was kind of a surprise because he had said in his texts that he wasn't sure he could make it. The guys all hugged him like a long-lost brother, making him feel as if he really were part of the family. In fact his eyes glistened, belying the emotion he was trying to not to show.
Amanda made sure that his parents knew he was welcome to stay the whole time the other kids were there. The Grahams gave Amanda and David a gift certificate for $250 to a local supper club known for its prime rib dinners in appreciation for all they'd done for Micah earlier. Amanda thanked them and said she would use it to take everyone out for a special dinner.
Once his parents had left, Micah chattered happily on the way to the boat house. He seemed like a different person from the one they'd met early in the summer. He was happy, and it showed.
"I'm so glad you could come," Bradon grinned at him. "I see you haven't got a sleeping bag, but I can share or we can ask Grandma Amanda for some bedding."
"I've got sheets and everything over in the little cabin where I stayed before you guys invited me to the bunkhouse. I was hoping maybe you'd share my bed with me over there," Micah said, holding his breath for the answer, hoping his offer hadn't sounded too sexual in nature.
"Cool!" Bradon replied. "I'm sure we'll enjoy getting off by ourselves, at least part of the time."
Micah sighed with relief. He wasn't sure if Bradon's remark about "getting off" had a double meaning or not, but at least Bradon didn't get upset about how he'd worded the invitation.
The boys were surprised to find that Grandpa had purchased a second Jet Ski. It was going to be fun having another toy. Mark and Joe headed for those immediately, while the rest of the guys got the skis and boat out.
Davy was amazed with how much he'd improved since he'd been up to the lake before. Micah said he'd heard that a person's brain keeps working on techniques even when not engaged in them. The mind kept assimilating the information. Whatever the cause, Davy was in hog heaven.
Jon and Joe had usually been careful about using the "Davy" nickname, but had loosened up because they considered Micah to be part of the family. He picked up on it and made a suggestion.
"I like calling you Davy unless you don't like it,"
"Um, I'm okay with it among close friends," Davy replied, "just not at school."
"Okay, let's give everyone a nickname that ends in `y." I'll be Mikey because Mom calls me that sometimes. The rest will be Joey, Marky, Jonny and Brady. That's the best I can do with Bradon, unless someone else can come up with something."
"It makes us sound like we're little boys, but that would be fun," Davy laughed.
"We all know you're not a LITTLE boy," Jon giggled, brushing his hand across the front of Davy's trunks.
When Bradon and Micah said they were going to sleep in the little cabin that Uncle Seth had access to, the rest of the guys joked about being ostracized by the straight pair. Bradon insisted that they weren't avoiding the rest, but would probably talk about girls, so it might be better to be away where the others wouldn't overhear them and get jealous. They were serenaded with sounds of "eew," "yuck," and "gross" on their way out.
That night, Bradon and Micah went for their own private moonlight swim. When they got back to Micah's cabin, they dried each other off and sat on the porch listening to sounds of frogs, loons, and other creatures. Neither of them made any movement to get dressed because they enjoyed the freedom to be nude. Although the lake water was warmer than in June, it still caused a certain amount of shrinkage which became the subject of teasing.
Micah lit several citronella candles to stave off insects, and they began to compare notes about the girls they'd been dating. Micah confessed that he had "gone all the way" with Emily. Bradon was eager to hear any details that Micah was willing to share.
"It wasn't quite like I'd thought it would be and I felt kinda guilty afterwards, but I guess that can be a common reaction. Anyway, she avoided me the next day and we're not dating anymore. I've been afraid to ask her why – like if I wasn't good enough or whatever."
"I'm sure you considerate and loving, knowing you," Bradon commented. "Maybe she just wasn't ready for it yet."
"Have you done it?" Micah asked.
"Nope, but we've talked about it. We both got pretty hot the last time we made out and we might have if her little sister hadn't come snooping around."
Their conversation was interrupted by a few of the hardier mosquitoes which began to descend on them and they scurried in and lay on the bed.
Micah reached over and took Bradon's hand in his. Bradon squeezed back, letting Micah know he was okay with it.
"Bradon, I don't want to mess you up, but I have feelings for you. I think I always will and I hope we can always be friends. Are you okay with that?"
"Yup," Bradon assured him. "Do you wanna turn on your side and let me snuggle against your back? It's cooled off enough to be comfortable."
"That would be cool!" Micah said as he moved.
After about 15 minutes, they drifted off, spooned together, with just a sheet over them to cover their nakedness.
The time at the lake in August had passed too quickly for all involved. Tomorrow, they'd head home. Except for their couple of short trips for eating out, they had spent about every waking moment sunning or playing in the water. The adults allowed the boys a lot of unsupervised time. The tacit agreement was that they could run naked and free, and even if Grandma should happen down unannounced, the boys weren't supposed to be embarrassed.
Having been repressed for so much of their lives, Davy and Joe were probably the most thrilled to be able to take advantage of it. They were also the most likely to pop boners, and they seemed to enjoy showing them off.
In the early evening, everyone went for one last boat ride. After that, Grandma and Grandpa walked up to the house and the rest of the males went skinny dipping. Feeling refreshed after their brief swim, Brock and Brent put their shorts back on and walked to the house to join the grandparents, but the kids continued to play.
Davy, with his towel and trunks slung over his shoulder grabbed Jon by the dick and led him willingly up to the bunkhouse. Joe and Mark soon trailed after, just holding hands, leaving Bradon and Micah alone.
"I'm gonna miss you so fuckin' much!" Micah exclaimed, beginning to tear up. "I wish I could go to school with you guys. You're like my family – especially you."
"I'm gonna miss you like crazy too," Bradon admitted. "We can still text and Skype and stuff."
"It's not the same as being able to hug," Micah said ruefully, as he embraced Bradon and kissed his cheek.
Bradon stepped back slightly and Micah feared he had overdone it. But his dread changed to joy as he found himself wrapped tightly in Bradon's arms and being kissed on the lips.
"Oh God, Bradon," he exclaimed.
"Yeah!" Bradon agreed.
They picked up their pace toward the cabin, their stiffies pointing the way.
"Wanna mess up your sheets?" Bradon asked.
"I'm up for that," Micah quipped.
The minute they hit the bed, they began to make out. The sexual tension which had been building from cuddling naked every night was too overwhelming to ignore any longer. With Micah on his back and Bradon lying on him, they began to hump against one another. It wasn't more than five minutes later that Bradon let out a gasp, stiffened, and began to unload. Micah joined him seconds later. There was enough jizz to make an omelet.
Micah started to giggle as their combined loads trickled down his sides. Bradon grabbed a towel to stem the flood.
"That was the most powerful orgasm I've had to date," he exclaimed.
"Me too," Micah agreed. "Um do you feel guilty? I don't."
"Nope, not at all. I still feel horny. Wanna go for seconds?"
Shortly after their third climaxes, the two fell asleep spooned together as they had all week.
When Joe and Mark went to the traditional freshman orientation and cookout, they were hosted by a whole bunch of sophomores, including their brothers plus Jon, Jenna, Megan, and Willa. It was fun for them to have siblings and students they knew around so that they didn't feel as awkward or lost as they might have. Some of the older kids were stationed around the building to help them go through their schedules and find their rooms, while others tended the hotdogs and brats on the grills, or taught them the school fight song.
Their brothers joked with them as they came through the food line, but they weren't over-protective. They wanted the younger kids to make new friends in order to start building their own support system. Chandler and some of their other buddies from Franklin hung around with them through their picnic meal.
Joe and Mark felt more at home in the bigger school because Cade was there to talk with those who would be going out for swimming. It also helped that Vin Rossi was now Cade's assistant, and the boys knew him well through swimming at the Y.
At the end of the activities, the boys rode home on their bicycles, staying in a group until they had to split up, Joe going home with Bradon and Mark while Jon and Davy escorted Chandler to his home. He began to protest that he was old enough to ride by himself at twilight, but Davy reminded him about his experience of being kidnapped and said he'd feel a lot better knowing Chandler was safe. Lola thanked them for their consideration when they got to her house.
It looked like the beginning of a great year.
Jon's and Davy's birthdays were fairly low-key. To them, turning 15 and being sophomores wasn't a big deal. Next year, when they could get their provisional driver's licenses, there would be a lot more to celebrate.
Both bought each other shirts that they liked for their public gifts, but also more personal items to open in private. Davy purchased a foreskin stretching tool from the Internet, after clearing it with Todd. That had been a very embarrassing discussion in the beginning, but Todd defused it by saying he understood that his son wanted to be more like Davy in that department, and he would support his efforts as long as they didn't cause any physical harm.
Jon, for Davy's gift, talked to Brent about purchasing a "training" dildo set. He admitted that he was too nervous to mention it to Brock, but agreed to let Brent tell him. Both of Davy's dads thought it was cute to see the boys acting shy and innocent about venturing further into the adult world of intimacy. If they were bound to do it, dildos were preferable to cucumbers and carrots.
Davy and Jon had few worries by the halfway point of the first semester. However, there were two transfer students who acted as if they might become troublemakers. Reed Halverson was a senior, and his brother, Gunnar, a junior. Within their first month at school, they had migrated toward Spence and his cronies. Davy, Jon, and Bradon watched them from afar and hoped they wouldn't become a problem, especially for Joe and Mark. Those two tended to be less guarded about their sexual orientation and could become targets.
But, so far; so good, as the saying goes. Perhaps Reed and Gunnar associated with Spence and company in an attempt to curry favor with guys who acted tough, and therefore feel safer in their new environment. Maybe they'd be okay once they got acclimated.
The new school year hadn't begun as well for Bradon. After his hot farewell night with Micah, he had begun to wonder if he was as straight as he thought. The only way to know his preference for certain was to get laid. He wasn't sure he was ready for it, but purchased a condom at the gas station and began to carry it in his billfold. In case something came up, he wanted to be prepared like a Boy Scout.
This year when he asked Megan to the homecoming dance, they went as went as a couple instead of as a group with their usual tablemates. His father gave him money for his half of the cost of a limo, thinking that they were going with another couple. Bradon was going to secretly pay the rest of it from money he'd earned over the summer.
They left the dance early to take a ride in the country. In anticipation of his tip, Bradon talked to the driver who assured him that what happened in the limo, stayed in the limo. The windows were tinted very dark, so no one could see in. It was a perfect setup for a young couple wanting to experiment.
Despite Bradon's confidence in their driver's word, Megan wouldn't take off all of her clothes. Bradon, on the other hand, was naked in a flash. It annoyed him that his first experience with a girl wasn't going to be completely skin to skin, but he had to accept what she insisted on because he didn't have a choice and wasn't going to coerce her.
They had made out for quite awhile when they realized the limo was nearing the time they'd be turning around to head back. They had to proceed or lose the opportunity. Bradon tore open the foil packet and rolled the lubed rubber over his stiff prick. He pulled out a tube of KY to lube her vagina as well.
Megan thought his tool looked larger than she'd remembered it. She wondered if there would be a lot of pain. She did wince when he began to enter her because it initially felt as big as a Coke can. To his credit, he stopped to let her get accustomed, and didn't continue until she gave him the go-ahead.
Being buried in her warm canal was a good feeling, but he found himself distracted because of trying to compare it to the hot sex he'd had with Micah in August. He didn't last very long before his orgasm hit. After he'd cum, he couldn't stay hard because the guilt began to affect his blood flow.
When he pulled out, he felt even worse. The condom he'd counted on to protect him had burst.
Megan let out a small scream when she found out. It made the driver smile, as he assumed she'd gotten off.
Even in his panic, Bradon's mind began to work on a solution. He told Megan that they could have the driver stop at a pharmacy to buy the "morning-after" pill which would prevent conception. It was their one hope, and it should work if they didn't wait too long.
To his astonishment, she refused.
"I've heard they have bad side effects. I'm not going to put my body through that!"
"What about the side effects of getting pregnant?" he countered. "It will screw up both of our lives. I won't be able to go to college and my life will be ruined!" he complained
"All you can think about is how it will affect YOU! I thought you were different from all the other boys who get what they want and don't care about anyone else."
"I'm thinking about BOTH of us! You'd be the one having all the changes in your body, but I'd be messed up too in other ways."
"I don't believe in abortion!"
"This ISN'T ABORTION! It's prevention of fertilization. It's legal and it's available to us confidentially so our parents don't have to know."
"They'll know if I get sick!"
"They'll surely know if you get pregnant!"
All the time they were arguing, Bradon was furiously putting his clothes back on. He wasn't sure what he could do to convince Megan, but he had to be dressed when he took her home.
They chose to be dropped off a few blocks from her house. He hoped the fresh air would clear her brain so she'd see it his way. If all else failed, perhaps he could talk to her parents despite how much he dreaded it.
But nothing worked. The house was dark when they arrived and she shut the door on him and locked it before he could do anything else.
He walked home with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Mark was still awake when Bradon came in, and he scooted over to his room to find out how his date had gone. He was appalled to see his brother's anguished look.
Feeling his brother's love and concern, Bradon ended up spilling his guts. Mark comforted him as best he could, and gave him his unsolicited advice.
"You've gotta talk to Dad. You don't have a lot of time to spare."
"It can wait until morning. There's nothing to be done tonight."
"I suppose, but..."
"Really, we supposedly have up to 72 hours, but sooner is better. Maybe Dad can talk to her dad and he can convince her. I wish I'd never done it!"
"What's done is done. We can't stop the world and turn back time like Superman."
"I wish!"
"You want me to sleep with you?"
"Yeah, that would be good," Bradon nodded as he hugged Mark.
Although he didn't sleep soundly, Bradon awakened feeling better than he had the night before. After much debating with himself, he had decided the best thing to do was to face it head-on, and as soon as possible. The minute he smelled coffee brewing, he arose to find his father and own up about the whole thing.
Phil smiled as his firstborn entered the kitchen looking a bit worse for wear.
"It must have been a big night, Sport. You look hung over. I hope that isn't the case."
"I didn't drink, but was eventful for sure. Dad, I've got something bad to tell you, so you'd better grab you cup and sit down.
"Okay..."
"Dad, Megan and I did it last night and the condom I got from the machine at the service station broke. I may be toast!"
Mickey came into the room, followed by Mark, just in time to hear Bradon's confession.
"How could you have intercourse? How could you be so irresponsible? Haven't we raised you better than that?"
Phil got up and stood behind Bradon's chair with his hands on the boy's shoulders.
"We might better ask, How could he not?' At his age his body is full of raging hormones and we live in a society that makes sex look like what all the cool' people are doing. As far as being responsible, he DID use protection and it DOES take two to tango the last I checked. Instead of trying to fix blame, let's look for solutions. I'm guilty too. I should take responsibility for not providing him with a reliable brand of condoms."
Bradon had held his emotions in check pretty well since discovering the ruptured rubber, but his father's calm reaction and the love being transmitted through Phil's gentle, massaging touch served to break the fountains of the deep. Bradon sobbed uncontrollably.
"I'm s-s-so sorry," he stammered.
"It's okay; we'll work it out." Phil whispered.
Then Phil half lifted Bradon to a standing position and enveloped him in a big hug. Mark got up and embraced him from behind. Mickey stood looking bewildered, knowing she should also say or do something, but not sure what it was.
"Your dad is right. I guess I overreacted. You're not a little boy anymore and you aren't shying away from your responsibilities. It must have been very difficult to tell us. We will stand by you whatever happens."
Phil tried unsuccessfully to contact Megan's father by phone several times. Someone would always lift the receiver and then put it back, breaking the connection. Bradon suspected it was Megan and that she recognized their number from caller ID. The last time Phil attempted it, he got a busy signal.
"I think the best thing is for you and me to go over and have a talk with Matt," Phil said to Bradon.
"Yes, I have do this, and if she's gonna stop conception with the pill, she'll have to do it soon." Bradon agreed, sounding rather detached and clinical.
"Hi Phil; hi Bradon, what can I do for you guys?" Matt Rehn asked as he ushered them into the living room.
"Didn't Megan talk to you?" Bradon asked.
"Not about anything special," Matt replied. "Is there something I should know about?"
"Yes, sir. I don't know how to put this without upsetting you, but Megan and I made love last night and, um, the condom failed. I talked to her about taking that morning after pill to prevent conception, but she didn't want to. I'm sorry to dump it all on you at once," Bradon rattled on in his haste to get it over with.
"I see," Matt said frowning. "I noticed that you said made love' instead of had sex' and that takes a little of the edge off. In my day, only easy girls did it in high school, but I suppose times have changed. I'm not thrilled to hear any of this, but I have to commend you for acting like an adult. We can't know if she really is going to get pregnant until it would be too late to intervene without an abortion. You are correct that we need to stop the process before the window of opportunity closes.
Megan, come here please," he called down the hall.
"What are you doing here!" she yelled at Bradon. "We have nothing to talk about. You told didn't you?"
"Of course," Bradon answered. "It wouldn't be right not to. I'm not proud of having our intimate secrets aired in front of everyone, but we can't wait."
"You didn't have to tell!"
"Yes I did. I tried to fix it without getting anyone else involved, but you wouldn't listen!"
"I HATE YOU!" she spat at him.
"Megan, don't scream at him; he did the right thing," her father insisted.
"Get dressed because you and I are going to the drugstore immediately. If you do, I promise not to mention it to your mother when she gets home from visiting Grandma next weekend."
"You can't order me around!"
"Okay, it's your choice. I can tell you the consequences and then you decide. If you don't do this, and you end up pregnant, you'll probably have to drop out of school to raise your baby on your own unless you put it up for adoption. Your mother and I don't have the luxury of staying home to help, and I won't ask Bradon to support the child. He's already suggested a sensible remedy. Please go to your room and think it over. You have 15 minutes to make up your mind."
Megan went down the hall to her bedroom and slammed the door.
"I guess we should leave," Bradon said as he stood up. "Here's my mobile number, Mr. Rehn. Could you please let me know the outcome? And, um, thanks for being understanding. I didn't think you would."
"I will let you know, and I do understand because I got a girl pregnant in high school. I was half wasted and didn't bother with a condom. She was one of the `easy' girls, so I assumed she was on the pill. Her mother got her an abortion as soon as the test came back positive, and it all went away. I was miserable for months and even considered suicide. I don't want ANY young man to suffer like I did. I'd like to think Megan isn't easy, though."
"She isn't!" Bradon insisted. "We've been dating quite awhile and we talked it over. I promise I didn't coerce her."
"I believe you. You're both human and both have desires."
"Thanks," Bradon sighed in relief as he shook the hand of the man he had feared might want to beat the crap out of him.
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