This story is intended for adult audiences 18+
Remember that *** indicates a change in narrator from Nate to Brett.
Part Seven
Brett was practically in my lap the whole ride home from the beach. I put him by the window this time and sat next to Mike myself because even though everything on the dunes had been resolved the way I wanted it, I still didn't really trust Mike. I mean, if given half a chance, he would be all over Brett, like any gay guy would.
I nudged Brett with my elbow and the kid smiled over at me, color washing over his face and cheeks when he saw the look in my eyes. His eyes darkened when he noticed the bulge in my shorts, which only made it bigger. I smiled widely at him, then looked away, willing myself to go down so that I wouldn't catch anyone's attention.
It was too late for that, though, Mike was watching with wide eyes, this grin on his face. Hell, I figured Mike was pretty desperate, he would take any guy that wanted him and I felt a little sorry for him. I had Brett now, and even though it had been something that had taken place over the last few hours, us being boyfriends, I guess, I could sense the eventuality of it. I mean, I had been craving the kid for years and I figured he had pretty much felt the same way about me. It had just taken the sight of him with somebody else to make me realize that I was gonna have to do the boyfriend thing sooner than I thought.
"I'm gonna drop you guys off at home first," Jake said, looking back at me through the rearview mirror. I nodded my head at him in agreement. He was probably going to spend the night at Margot's place which was one hundred percent cool with me. My half-stiff boner sprung back to life at the thought.
It would be good to have a whole night alone with Brett. Who knew what would happen when we got back to Michigan, when would we actually have time alone together? Probably never. Basketball season was starting back up and I was gonna be doing the team captain thing that year, which was a major responsibility. Would Brett be able to handle that? I looked over at him and he was staring at me with this look on his face, like he couldn't get enough of me. I bit my lip hard to quell the urge to lean over and lock lips with him. I looked away, grinning a little.
When we pulled up to the apartment, Brett and I loaded out and said bye to everyone, Brett was talking mostly to Mike, which I nipped in the bud, by pulling my little guy back and away from the jeep. He shot me a look and called out more goodbyes to Mike. They had exchanged e-mail addresses while I talked to Jake and Jake informed that he was going over to Margot's and probably wouldn't be back until the next day, which I had already figured out.
I was relieved when they were gone. Brett looked up at me.
"You don't have to be jealous of Mike," he told me and I shrugged.
"He wants you," I said and to me that explained it all. Brett got this bewildered look on his face that made him even more cute.
"I want you more," he said as if I were a complete idiot and I shrugged again, but grabbed him by the hand and drug him into the apartment building. I kinda frog-marched him up the stairs to Jake's apartment and we let ourselves in.
Brett walked into the little apartment and did a little turn before facing me.
"You wanna order some food?" he asked me.
"Didn't you get enough at the beach, squirt?" I said jokingly and he shrugged nervously. I started smiling when I realized that he was nervous. "Are you scared of me?"
He shook his head, but I could tell from the way his eyes moved back and forth that he was. I walked closer to him and put my hand on his shoulder.
"What are you scared of?" I asked him quietly and he looked up at me, fixing those doe eyes on me and melting me right where I stood. I wrapped my arms around his waist. I suddenly realized the advantages of having a boyfriend, and not just a suck buddy.
"Do you want me?" he asked slowly, then shook his head. "I mean, are you sure that you wanna be boyfriends? I mean, I'm not real good at sports or anything...and I might not be what you really want, like are you going to wanna talk to me at school and shit?"
I ran my hands down his back and pulled him closer. I wasn't good with the mushy stuff, but there was some stuff I needed to say to him.
"I thought I could come down here and suck you out of my system," I told him in his ear, since I felt funny when I looked at him in the eyes. "I've...wanted you for a long time, I guess, for a few years. I thought this was my chance to do stuff that I had imagined doing with you...and we have. It's just that I really like you. I like being around you. I like the dimples in your cheeks when you smile and like the way I feel when you're touching me...or I'm touching you. I want you to be at my basketball games and I want to hang out with you this year. I just...I wanna be with you."
When I pulled back a little, Brett's face was glowing. He smiled widely up at me.
"Okay," he said, kind of out of breath. "We don't have to tell anybody about it if you don't want to. I can wait for you to get finished with your friends at school to hang out."
I looked down at him, incredulous. "We're boyfriends," I told him. "Everybody's gonna know."
"What about your basketball friends?" he asked.
"What about them?" I said with a shrug. "Trevor and Lance will back me up whatever happens because we're like that. Plus, Martin Washington, you know the big black kid who plays forward?"
"Kind of," Brett said with a nod.
"He's gay...and everybody in our class knows it," I told him. "At least the whole team knows it and nobody cares. His boyfriend is in college. I'm the best all-around player on the team, nobody will want me off the team...and if anybody at school messes with you, they'll have to answer to me so we don't have to worry about anything there."
"What about our moms and dads?" Brett asked. My little guy thought of everything.
I held him tighter.
"Well, we'll deal with 'em," I said. "I mean, I was gay before we ever got here and I trust that you were, too. We were gonna have to come out at some point. It's gonna be a lot nicer to do it together."
Brett nodded and leaned up to kiss me. I pressed my lips against him and let him know what having him in my arms was doing to me by pressing myself against him. I knew that I should be as worried as Brett seemed to be, but I guess I had watched too many gay romances to be scared about anything.
"We've got the whole train ride back to worry about shit," I told Brett against his lips. "This is the last time anybody will let us be alone like this for a long time." Brett smiled against my lips and ran his hands over my back.
"I'll pull out the bed," he said and rushed around me to the couch. Before he could get it out, I sat down on it and leaned back, biting my lip a little seductively. "Come here." He grinned at me and launched himself onto my lap, kind of the way he used to when he was a little kid. He straddled me and I wrapped my arms around him and started kissing him.
He reached down and pulled at the hem of my shirt. I let him pull it over my head and then did the same to him, running my hands over the smooth bare skin on his chest and back. His tongue wreaked havoc on my insides, darting in my mouth and against my tongue with slow, languid thrusts. I started moaning.
"Shit, Brett, you are so sexy," I half-moaned at him and he giggle a little, but there was this slack look of need on his face, like he couldn't get enough of me. We started kissing again and I pulled the shorts he had on down over his slim hips and his dick popped out, pulsing madly. Either he was moaning or I was moaning in earnest. I wrapped my fist around him and started pumping slowly. He wiggled out of my arms and slid the shorts and his underwear all the way down and off of his legs, then started tugging at mine. I could barely lift myself up to get everything off, I wanted him back on my lap so bad.
I was relieved when he was there again, the warmth of his skin against my pelvis like nothing I had ever felt before. I touched him everywhere, then kissed all of the places that I had touched while we hissed and moaned at each other. My dick was in his fist and he was pumping it vigorously, when I ventured to put my hand at the cleft where his waist and ass met. He stilled a little, then pressed his head onto my shoulder, his lips against my neck, so I ventured lower, running my fingers along the very edge of one of his ass cheeks, delving my fingers into the warmth between them. He tensed and squirmed tightly, no one had ever touched him there and, for that matter, I had never touched anyone there. He was leaking so bad against my stomach that I thought for a moment, he had cum. But he hadn't. I ran my fingers against the skin of his ass crack until I felt the wrinkly, puckered flesh of his hole. I ran one finger gently over it and he moaned loudly against me. I ran it against him again and when he tensed I put the tip of my finger inside of him. He writhed a bit, then moved so that my hand fell away from him. I grinned up at him.
"You scared?" I asked. The look in his eyes when they met mine, it fucking blew me away. Then he settled back down onto my lap, only this time, higher up so that my dick was pressed against his ass. I started shaking.
"Fuck, Brett, what the fuck are you doing?" I hissed. "You don't even want my hand there, just don't fucking move, okay." I closed my eyes and fought against the feeling in my dick. I had never felt this way, just wanting to shove myself into him. He started moving in miniscule motions up and down against my dick.
"I'm gonna put it in," I told him and pressed hard against him. He stopped moving.
"No, Nate, fuck that would hurt," he said, but his voice was low, and heavy, it sent shivers through me.
"Then, stop fucking moving," I warned him and he laughed. He laughed!
"I'm gonna get something," he said and moved as if to get up. I held him firmly.
"If you get up, I'll kill you," I warned him.
"Fuck, Nate, shut up, I'm just gonna get something," he said with a wide grin.
"This feels so good, I swear, Brett, don't move," I said,but he just grinned and struggled out of my arms. He was gone for two seconds and he came back with lotion and petroleum jelly from Jake's bathroom. His hard dick waved like the beast that it was as he walked back to me. He settled back onto my lap.
"I want to do it," he said simply. "I don't know which one you should use." He held the lotion and the petroleum jelly up at me.
"Maybe the vaseline will last longer?" I asked and he shrugged. He tossed the lotion aside, uncapped the other stuff and started fisting my dick with it. Then, he held himself up over me and pointed my dick at his ass.
"Okay," he said, his face twisted and I laughed.
"It's gonna hurt, you know?" I told him and his face fell back into its normal lines.
"I know," he said, then rested his legs along either side of me. I ran my hands over his legs and stared up at him.
"You sure about this?" I asked him and he nodded. I kissed him again and he kissed me back, slowly at first because he was scared, but we gradually got back into it and when we had, I moved my dick back against his ass crack. He started moving up and down again and each time the head of my dick came that much closer to being inside of him. We were moaning again and almost gone again when I got the tip in. Brett immediately stopped moving altogether.
"Fuck," he said slowly.
"Does it hurt?" I asked and he nodded.
"I'll take it out," I told him and he shook his head. I watched as he swallowed and held himself stiffly. "I can take it out."
"No, if it comes out, its not going back in," he said and I grinned.
"We can try some other time," I told him.
"Just shove it in," he said and I sat there.
"Brett, that'll kill you," I told him.
"Shove it in, all the way," he demanded and after a moment, I did. He let out this hoarse sound when I did and started coughing. I closed my eyes then, for the moment, completely lost in whatever the hell his ass was doing to my dick.
"Does it feel good?" he asked me and I nodded, straining against the desire to start shoving in and out of him like a monster.
"Hell yes," I said simply, then opened one eye to look at him. His face was almost purple. "Can I move?"
"Fuck no," he said immediately.
"You're the one who wanted me to shove it in like that," I reminded him.
"I know," he said and was silent, getting used to me, I guess.
"Does it hurt?' I asked.
"Fuck yes," he said as if I were a total idiot. I started laughing.
"Ow," he said, when I laughed. "Stop it." Which only made me laugh harder and then he started laughing, too.
"Fuck you, Nate, wait until I bust your cherry," he said between laughs and we both laughed at that. Then, it suddenly started to feel good again and he began to move up and down against me. I was almost gone then, so close to cumming that it was ridiculous.
"Can I move?" I asked him and he nodded. So, I wrapped my arms around him and started moving slowly in and out of him. When he started moaning and I knew that it felt good to him, I started moving faster and I grabbed his dick and started pumping him. I opened my eyes and felt a flash of heat go through me when I realized that he was watching me through his hooded green eyes.
"Feels so good," he mouthed at me and I nodded, there were tears on my cheeks from the way it felt in my chest and my dick, this buildup of perfection and the strain of holding back. I just let go and pumped him in earnest until we were both on the verge of cumming. Then, I locked lips with him and exploded inside of him. He was seconds behind me.
We had barely come down from the high when the front door opened and Jake came in. He stood there for a moment, then slammed the door shut, causing Brett to nearly jump out of his skin and off of my lap at the same time.
"Fuck, on my couch?" Jake exclaimed, gesturing at us. "I don't want your ass juices on my couch, you buttwipes." I was scrambling around for my shorts and Brett was doing the same thing.
Jake walked further into the apartment and looked at us both.
"It's about damn time, but next time at least pull the bed out and use the sheets," he suggested and walked into his bedroom and slammed the door. Brett looked over at me, his face pale. We both grinned at each other.
The last days in Florida were the best, but always at the back of my mind was the fact that Nate and I were headed back to Michigan. One of the coolest things about the end of our trip was when my brother Jake caught us. He was awesome.
He gave us privacy and, best of all, he teased us for the rest of the time that we were there, saying, "How could I not know, you two have been queer for each other forever." Which, to me, was absolutely hilarious because I never even guessed that Nate felt anything for me at all.
But now, we were in the train pulling into the station where our parents would be waiting and Nate was almost completely silent. I looked over at him, worried.
"We don't have to come out yet," I told him and he just looked at me, then kissed me, a nice, hard peck.
"Don't worry so much, babe," he said and took my hand, running his thumb over my knuckles quietly as we pulled in. How was I supposed to stop worrying when it was so obvious that he was already worrying? We got up when the whistle blew and started lugging our bags out of our compartment and into the main part of the train, following the queue of people off of the train.
It felt wierd to be on solid ground, but I shook off the feeling and followed Nate's broad back as he maneuvered through the throngs of people. He stood head and shoulders above everybody else and I felt pretty safe assuming that he would spot our folks before I would. He started waving one massive arm and I stood on tiptoes to see our parents standing together. We made our way over to them and gave out hugs all around. I was glad to see my mom and dad even though the feeling of dread that was laying over me like a blanket.
"How was Sarosota?" I asked and my mom put her arm around my shoulders and started to tell me everything about their trip. We headed out to the parking lot where the Goldman's huge SUV was sitting. We shoved all of our luggage in the back and climbed in. It was a squeeze, but I like being pressed up against Nate...my boyfriend.
"We're going to stop at Ponderosa, you guys hungry?" Nate's dad asked and we both agreed. I was tired from the trip but keyed up because we were planning to come out. I looked at Nate and wished for a moment that we had spent some time discussing the hows and whens of the whole coming out thing. Instead, we both sat there trying to act normal as we drove to the buffet.
After we had paid and lined up for our food and were sitting in a large booth, laughing and talking, Nate cleared his throat and I knew that he was gonna do it. My heart started clunking around inside of me and I put my ear of corn back onto the plate in front of me and swallowed hard.
"Brett and I had a great time down in Florida," Nate said, suddenly and all eyes at the table were on him. "We got to see Florida and spend time with Jake and his friends, but more than that we really got to spend time with each other...and we both...we decided to start going out."
They looked at us blankly for a long moment, my mom, I think was the one who understood right away.
"I think it will be good if you two pal around more than you have been," Nate's dad started, but I decided to speak up, too.
"Not like friends...but like boyfriends," I said, my voice dying down at the end of my statement, especially at the thunderous look on Nate's dad's face. Nate picked up his fork and started eating again, like he hadn't said a thing out of place. My appetite, on the other hand, was completely gone.
"So, you're saying that you two are boyfriends?" my mom asked.
"You're saying that you're gay?" his dad asked.
We both nodded, me looking sick and Nate chomping away at his food. I wished that I could be as calm as he was, but this was like a moment that I had imagined and dreaded for a long time...but Nate's leg brushed against mine underneath the table and he looked at me out of the corner of his eyes like he was reassuring me. I realized that this was Nate's strategy, to just treat the whole thing like it was a normal, everyday thing.
Nate's dad looked at us for a long moment, but my mom and dad started eating again...so, I did too. Nate's dad continued to stare for awhile before he stood up and left the booth.
When we got home, my dad began to grill me about the gay thing. His main course of argument was to try to make it seem as if Brett was the reason that I had "gone gay". I let him rant and rave for awhile until he began on his "that little queer" tirade. I loved my dad. I always would, but I was gay and no one should have to sit around and let themselves be stepped all over. I decided to let a little bit of my emotion show.
"I'm gay, dad," I told him, in the kitchen where he had somehow managed to corner me near the fridge when I had gone to get a can of cola. "There's nothing that can be done to change that. Before Brett there were other guys. So, you can't put it off on him. Your son is gay."
I walked towards the door leading to the living room, while he stared at me open-mouthed.
"Brett is awesome," I told my dad. "He comes from a good family. He takes his school work seriously. He cares about me. You should be glad that I found a decent guy to be with, you know? I can understand if you would rather that I wasn't gay, but that doesn't change the fact that I am."
I looked at him slowly, feeling tears gathering but fighting them.
"I hope you don't hate me," I told him and maybe a little of what I was feeling showed in my face or voice because his hands dropped to his sides and he looked at me.
"I...I couldn't hate you," he told me. "I'd never hate you."
I nodded and when he didn't say anything else, I went through the door and up to my room to lie across my bed and replay it all in my head again and again. It would take time.
I thought of Brett and grinned. I reached over and set my alarm clock for a few hours earlier than normal.
My mom sat on my bed as I unpacked. She watched as I trudged from my suitcase to my closet and to my dresser and back again.
"Brett, we do have to talk about this, you know?" she said and I nodded, not looking at her.
I continued to unpack.
"So, talk," she said after a moment.
"What do you want me to say?" I asked and she threw her hands up exasperated.
"You're just like your dad," she said and I grinned, looking at her hopefully.
"You think so?" I asked wistfully and she grinned. She knew how much I loved him, that was no kind of insult.
"Come on, Brett," she said in her motherly tone.
"Okay, okay," I said, pausing. "I've known I was gay for ages now. I didn't tell you because I didn't know how you would react. I have never messed around with anybody but Nate. Yes, Jake knows because we talked about it. What else?"
"Are you having sex?" my mom asked and I groaned loudly.
"Mom, please," I said.
"I'm serious, Brett," she said. "If you're having sex, you need to use protection."
"Yeah," I said.
"Brett, look at me," she said quietly. I did as she asked. "Are you having sex?"
I stared hard at her, embarrassed. "Yes," I mumbled.
She nodded and looked away, then back again.
"I don't know how I feel about this," she told me and I sighed, shuffling around with the things in a smaller suitcase until I produced a little bag and handed it to her. She opened it and pulled out the tacky citrus frame, I'd bought for her at a tourist shop on one of my last days in Florida, inside was a picture Margot had taken of Jake, Nate and I, all of our arms wrapped around each other and big, goofy smiles on our faces.
"I love him, mom," I told her and she rolled her eyes, but finally looked at me.
"Okay," she said after a moment. "Should you buy the condoms or should I?"
I walked into school after the holidays, nervous. I had come out to my entire family and to my best friend Jamie, who for the moment was not speaking to me, although I considered it a temporary thing. He was more mad that I had waited to tell him than anything else. Nate's parents and mine had allowed us to spend just one measly day together after the trip, saying that maybe we needed to spend time apart to sort everything out. Now, that we were back in school, though, we were going to be able to do whatever we wanted as far as hanging out together.
I wondered if Nate had told his basketball buddies about being gay yet. I was definitely not going to push him. I made it to my locker and was working the combination when someone shoved me against my locker hard. I turned around and there was Nate, in his varsity letter jacket and surrounded by his goons. My heart pounded in my chest. Was this going to be the same Nate that I had fallen in love with or the prick?
"God, I missed your ass," he said and his boys laughed at the unintentional pun. I know my face was blood red. I managed to smile, though.
"I missed you, too," I told him. He grinned and then held out his closed fist.
"Here," he said and I held out my hand. He dropped a silver necklace in it. I straightened it and grinned when I saw his initials N.G. emblazoned on a little plate at the front of the necklace. I was smiling up at him when he pointed at his neck and I saw my initials on an identical chain there. I grinned. He was claiming me.
"Wear that," he said and I nodded, fastening it around my neck right then. He and his boys started to walk away.
"I'll see you after school, okay?" he called out to me. "Meet me right here." I nodded and began to turn back to my locker when he started back towards me, stopping me and his boys in our tracks. I watched him coming, tall and massive...and all mine.
"What?" I asked and he leaned down and kissed me right there in front of Trevor and Lance... and the early risers who were mulling the halls, not a huge crowd, but people we would see everyday. I smiled at him.
"I love you," he told me, real close to my ear and my smile widened.
"I love you, too."
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