Chapter 5
The next day in the cafeteria, Herman couldn't stop talking about the awesome dinner he'd eaten at Dalton's house. He was curious about the relationship between Shelby and Dalton, but he didn't know how to ask without seeming nosy. They didn't look enough alike to be brothers, but then, some siblings don't resemble each other. He would have to keep his mouth shut and his eyes and ears open.
It was becoming evident to Dalton that Herman really did have a crush on him. He kept looking at him and then blushing and turning away. He "accidentally" touched Dalton's hand a couple of times.
He also chattered away about the possibility of having a sleepover sometime soon. When Dalton asked who all would be coming, Herman said it would be just the two of them.
Dalton figured that the time had come to let Herman know he wasn't available, before the boy got too attached.
"Um, have you asked a girl to the prom yet?" he questioned.
"N-no, I'm not going. Are you going?"
"No, I'm saving my money for tuition next year and I'm not exactly into girls, if you know what I mean."
"That's cool! I'm not either," Herman replied. "Are you more, um, into guys?"
"Yes, I have a boyfriend," Dalton responded.
"Oh... Is it serious?"
"Yup. It's like I want to marry him someday."
"Oh," Herman said with his head down.
"Do you have a special guy?"
"No, I kinda dreamed about one, but he's spoken for."
"I'm sure there is someone else for you. Have you noticed that redhead who's pretty much by himself at the next table? Maybe we should invite him to sit with us."
"I don't know. It would look like I'm after him if I did."
"Maybe I could ask; or we could do it together. I don't want him to think I'm chasing him because I'd have to explain that I'm taken."
"If he tried to hit on you, I'm sure you'd let him down easy and not hurt his feelings."
"Yeah, I'd try."
On the way out, Dalton and Herman stopped at the nearly deserted table next to them to talk with the redhead.
His name turned out to be Ethan White and he blushed easily. He was painfully shy, but seemed excited that anyone would actually want to make his acquaintance. It didn't take any arm-twisting to get him to agree to eat with them the next day.
Dalton felt that Herman and Ethan would mutually benefit from becoming friends even if nothing romantic ever came of it.
At lunch the following day, Ethan joined Dalton and Herman, much to the latter's delight. Dalton felt like Cupid as he watched the two of them warm up to each other and converse after a bit of prompting from him.
Ethan asked if the others had seen "American Sniper" yet, and neither had. So he suggested they might go on the weekend. Dalton demurely opted out by saying that his boyfriend and he were planning to watch it together.
By turning down the offer in that way, he hoped to establish several things; that he was gay, in a relationship, and didn't want to be a third-wheel if the two of them wanted to have a more private date. Hopefully, Ethan's reaction would also let Herman know where he stood on the subject of gays.
Ethan didn't falter. He congratulated Dalton on having a boyfriend, and suggested that all four of them might go out sometime. He continued to make plans to go with Herman, if they could come up with a time that worked for both of them.
Dalton was pleased with how Ethan responded. From the look on Herman's face, he was even happier.
The bell rang entirely too soon, but Herman and Ethan had their next class down the same hall, so they left together, chattering like old friends.
"Mission accomplished!" Dalton said under his breath.
"Maybe you should take up psychology instead of some of the other directions you've been talking about lately," Shelby suggested as Dalton related the details of his lunch-time conversation.
"It is something I'd like to do, I think. I want to help people. There's too much unhappiness in this world, and there are so many kids like me who could use a listening ear."
"It's a worthy pursuit for sure. Now don't forget I'm driving you to the store and I'll pick you up at 10:00. I don't like you riding your bike in the dark; too much danger from texting drivers, drunks, and perverts out there. Let me know when you're ready to go."
"Yes, Daddy," Dalton teased.
"Don't be a smart-ass or I may have to put you over my knee yet."
"Promises, promises; but you never carry through," Dalton teased.
Shelby thought about Dalton's remarks after he dropped him off and decided that his boyfriend must be fantasizing about being spanked, just as "Sam" had mentioned once in their correspondence. At the time, Shel had counseled him to be very careful lest someone get carried and injure him.
If this would be a major turn-on for Dalton, he thought he would try it, but he certainly didn't want to do any physical harm. The very idea of a little rough play might be fun for both of them.
While they were driving home after Dalton got off from work, Shelby asked him if he were too exhausted to mess around.
"Nope, I'm raring to go! I had a Pepsi on my break, and I'm honestly a bit wired from the caffeine."
"Are you sure you don't want to rest up for tomorrow? Saturdays are pretty grueling, as I recall."
"Making love will inspire me to work HARD," he joked.
"When I'm through with you, it may take a couple of days for you to get hard again." Shelby said in a sinister tone.
"Ooh, I'm scared!"
They took their showers separately to avoid coming prematurely and met in their bedroom when they were finished. Both wore only big grins and it looked like their dicks were hard enough to pierce armor.
"C'mere you bad boy!" Shelby bade his lover. "Lie across my lap with your butt in the air. You need a good measure of discipline!"
"Don't hurt me, Daddy," Dalton begged in a child-like voice, getting into the act. "I'm not really a bad boy."
"But you're way too cocky - bad enough to need a spanking."
Shelby adjusted Dalton's position until their hot cocks lay more or less side by side. The electricity created by their contact practically crackled in the air.
Shel laid his left hand, palm up, across Dalton's bubble butt, kind of nestled in his crack, and brought his right hand down on it creating a loud smack. Dalton felt the impact but wasn't hurt; however, he howled as if he were.
"Have you learned your lesson, boy?"
"Fuck you, you big bully!"
"Now you're really gonna get it!"
The next slap partially caught Dalton's right cheek, leaving a red mark.
"Ouch, that did sting!" he complained. "But I'm still not gonna let you tell me what to do!"
Despite the minor discomfort, he felt really turned on. His rampant cock was dripping with precum steadily.
Shel's third smack was done without his left hand there to absorb most of the sting, but it was done with far less force. Hearing Dalton's involuntary gasp, Shel thought he must have overdone it. Dalton's butt did look red.
"Oh Baby, I'm so sorry! I'll never do that again."
"It's okay, you warned me before to be careful what I wished for. It does kinda sting."
"Here, let me kiss it and then I'll put some lotion on it," he said while helping Dalton lie face-down on the bed.
The sensation of Shelby's lips so close to his crack made Dalton moan with lust.
"I'm sorry. Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?"
"No, don't stop kissing my ass unless it grosses you out."
"Never! It's clean and sweet."
With that, Shel did something he'd read about, even written about, but never imagined he'd try. He pulled Dalton's cheeks apart and flicked his wet tongue across his rosebud.
"Oh shit, that's hot!"
"Good. I've found a way to do penance."
"You can spank me hard every night if it's followed by this!" Dalton panted.
Seeing how much his lover enjoyed being rimmed, Shelby really got into it. In response, Dalton began to hump the bed.
"Shel, you've got to stop or I'll cum all over the sheets! I think I'm ready to have you in me."
"Not tonight, Babe. I've already caused pain that I didn't intend. I'm not going to take the chance of having you walk around bowlegged and in agony tomorrow. I love you too much!"
"Then straddle my face so I can work you over at the same time."
Shelby did as he was asked, and soon found himself moaning in lust as Dalton ran his tongue over his most private territory.
"Oh Dalton, that's so-o-o good! Where did you learn to please like that?"
"From you just now."
"Oh man! This is so hot; I've never had this done to me before!"
There was scarcely a centimeter of flesh on either of them from rectum to frenulum to prepuce that wasn't, by now, glistening with saliva. Both were moaning and involuntarily shaking as they rode the crest of a huge wave of desire that swept them over the edge.
They didn't count the volleys of cum, but there were many. Turning face to face, they kissed deeply. Shelby had just enough strength to reach the switch on the bedside lamp and pull up the top sheet and blanket before they both fell into a very deep sleep.
"Are you feeling up to going in this morning, or should I call the store and tell them you're sick?"
"I'm fine. I slept like a baby."
"Yeah, you did cry a little in the night."
"I did not!"
"No, you didn't, and if you had, I probably would have slept through it. I was really spent. Now, is your curiosity about getting spanked satisfied?"
"I guess so. I wouldn't want to do it every night, but once in awhile might be good. I love how gently you usually make love to me, but making my ass smart a little got me hot too!"
"Maybe we could have a code word to let me know when you want it rough and another to let me know when it's gone as far as you want it to. I know you love howling and complaining about how I'm beating you, but I want to know for sure that you're faking it and I'm not really harming you."
"Yeah, that would be good. As I said, the stinging sensation really turned me on, but I wouldn't have wanted to be bruised."
Dalton wore a smile all day Saturday. The store manager commented on his cheerfulness. He was sure that it helped customers have a pleasant shopping experience.
"Hey Dalton, I don't know what you're doing to be so happy, but I wish all my workers had what you do. Are you in lover or something?"
"Yup! Life is really good!"
"I hope it all goes well for you. Don't let being apart mess you up if you don't go to the same college."
"I should be fine. We're both going to be home for the next two years at least."
"Ah, going to community college; that's a wise move. You might be able to commute to the university as well. It's not a bad drive. I did it to finish my degree."
"I'm leaning that way, Mr. Fagan."
Dalton and Shel were lounging in their boxers on Sunday after returning from church and brunch. They had eaten with Wally and one of his associates, so if anyone had seen the young men out together, it wouldn't have looked like a date. The idea had been Wally's because he thought it best not to cause any reason for gossip, even knowing he could make it all come out okay.
Shelby was seated on one end of the couch and Dalton lay with his head in Shel's lap. The thin layers of cotton between cheek and crotch didn't exactly form an impermeable barrier.
"Stop wiggling or I'm gonna accidently poke your eye out with this rod," Shel snickered.
"I'll take my chances. Maybe I'll practice being a sword swallower instead!"
Their teasing was interrupted by the doorbell. Shelby put on his pants and opened the door a crack to see who was there, but was nearly knocked on the floor when the door was forcefully pushed inward. Dalton came back into the room in his hastily donned shorts just in time to see who was there.
"Dad, what the fuck are you doing here?" Dalton demanded.
"You've gotta loan me some money."
"Ha!" Dalton scoffed. "You're of age and I'm not responsible for you. Go earn you own keep. That's what you told me."
"That was you mother, not me!"
"You did nothing to stop her!"
"She's thrown me out on the street too. I have nothing!" Roy complained, ignoring Dalton's remark.
"That's not my problem. How the hell did you find me and what makes you think you have a right to force your way into our home?"
"You're not too hard to follow riding your bike from school and I knew if I stood quietly on the porch waiting for an invite, your sugar daddy wouldn't let me in. I'm desperate!"
"Desperate for a drink, I'll bet!"
"You can afford to help your old man out with a few bucks."
"I work hard for my money and I'm not about to see you waste it on booze. If you'd pull your sorry ass together, you could live well enough. It's not like you don't have any skills."
While this exchange between Dalton and his father was going on, Shelby was on the phone.
"Thanks Officer Weld, we'll wait for you. If he gives me any shit, I'll have him on the floor."
"You shouldn't have called the police, stupid," Roy yelled. "Now I'm gonna expose your living situation to the whole community!"
"Be my guest," Shelby countered. "There is NOTHING illegal about our arrangement."
"If you just give me a couple of hundred dollars, I'll keep my mouth shut."
"Attempted blackmail is a nasty crime. I say `attempted' because I'm not going to give you anything – ever!"
Roy made a bad choice in trying to attack Shelby just as Officer Weld came in the still-open front door to witness the whole thing. Roy hit the hardwood floor with a resounding thud and cried in pain.
"Officer, arrest this nut! I think he broke my arm!"
"I'm arresting you for forcible entry and attacking a man in his own home."
"That's not how it is!"
"I saw you attack Mr. Stein without provocation. You are under arrest for trespassing and assault. You have the right to remain silent..."
"I'm not going to keep quiet. This man is buggering my son and I'm going to have him put in jail."
"My parents threw me out on my 18th birthday, and Shelby was kind enough to give me a roof over my head so I can finish high school. He has never `buggered' me, as my father so delicately put it. I'm willing to have a doctor check my virgin butt to prove it."
"I'm sure that won't be necessary," Don Weld smiled. "I'm used to having criminals make wild accusations."
"I'm not a criminal!"
"You have just committed two crimes that I know of this afternoon. What does that make you? I'll have to do some checking to see if there are any priors."
"This isn't fair!
I came to rescue my son from this evil man and I'm the one getting arrested!"
"I've known this `evil' man since fourth grade. The wickedest thing either of us ever did was to TP our buddy's parents' trees when we were 16.
Well, I'm taking you into the station. Try to be a good boy so I won't have to use my taser, and add resisting arrest to the list of charges. I haven't had a reason to use this weapon yet and I'd love to try it out!
You men should come in to make a statement as soon as you can get around."
"Do you think he'll make trouble for us?" Dalton asked as they put on their shirts and shoes.
"Not if he knows what's good for him. We have the law on our side and a lawman as well."
"You weren't blowing smoke up my butt when you said you had a friend on the force."
"Nor when I said I was trained in martial arts, as you remember."
"Yeah, you'd have thought my old man would have learned his lesson when you put him down on their porch back in March."
"Let's hope he's smart enough not to mess with us again. Perhaps I should have the alarm system activated. Everything is set up because the last owners were paranoid about being burglarized. Hmm, it might not hurt.
This experience makes me doubly glad I didn't let you ride your bike home in the dark last night."
Shelby and Dalton drove to the station and made their statements about how Roy had forced his way into the house and tried to extort money from them. They talked with Officer Weld again, and he showed them the evidence that was recorded on his body camera. There would be no refuting that, even in the unlikely event that Roy happened to be assigned an especially astute public defender. Obviously, he didn't have the money to hire his own attorney.
"Do you think I'll ever get my parents out of my life?" Dalton sighed as they left headquarters.
"I imagine that's the last we'll see of your father. He's been unsuccessful in playing on your sympathy and in attempting to blackmail us. I can't imagine why he'd make any effort to see you again. That is, unless he would try to do something bad to either of us. I guess that's reason enough to call the home-security company. I might even opt for a security camera. Those have come down dramatically in price in recent years."
"Yeah, I guess that's wise. I hate to be the cause of another financial burden. You wouldn't need to have the alarm activated if I weren't here."
"Maybe, but think how lonely and dull my life would be without my lover!"
Dalton smiled at Shelby's comment. He really treasured the title of being Shel's lover.
"My alter ego, Sam, has finally realized his fondest wish - to be your lover. Do you know how many times he, I, longed for that?"
"Probably it was about the same amount that I longed for him, you... Sam was, for me, an impossible dream, but you are an awesome reality!"
With that, Shelby took his lover in his arms and kissed him tenderly while steering him toward their bedroom. Lying in their shared bed, they made sweet, gentle love until Dalton's stomach reminded them that they hadn't eaten since brunch.
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