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When You Least Expect By Josh Blake
Chapter 5
I woke up and looked at the clock.
"7:00 already? It feels like I just got in bed," I thought. I'd have to get up soon. I had a virtual conference at 9:00, and I had to make at least the top half of my body presentable for the meeting.
I sensed movement beside me, and turned over and was nose to nose with Braden. Since we had taken our relationship to the next level, he had been staying over pretty often. I have to admit, it took some getting used to sharing my bed with someone. But now that I'm getting used to, the nights that he stays at home just seem lonely.
"Good morning, sunshine!" I said cheerfully. He hates it when I'm this enthusiastic in the mornings.
"Ugh. What time is it anyway. Why are you awake this early?"
"I have my faculty meeting at 9:00. Besides, it's not that early. It's a few minutes after 7:00. And you have to finish that paper for your English class, so you need to get your lazy ass up too," I said with a smile.
I leaned in to kiss him. Our lips met and we began making out. I ran my hands up and down his body, meeting no resistance. We had both taken to sleeping naked. I had never done it before, always sleeping in athletic shorts and a t-shirt. But sleeping naked with Braden just seemed natural.
"Someone is up early and ready for the day!," I laughed as I grabbed his morning wood.
"Don't start something you aren't willing to finish," he said. "Don't get me all horny and then just run off to your meeting."
"Who said I wasn't going to finish it? We still have some time before my meeting."
I pulled Braden on top of me and our lips came together once again. I could smell his morning breath, and I'm sure he could smell mine too. Ordinarily I'd be grossed out by smelling someone's morning breath, but with Braden, it was just part of who he was. I didn't care what he smelled like. Braden reached back and grabbed my hard cock, and moved it to his crack. He rubbed my cock up and down his crack, then centered it on his hole.
"Are you sure you want that this early?" I asked.
"Yes, I want it all the time. But I better get up and go prep for it first. I don't know how empty I am."
He went to move, but I put my arms around him and stopped him.
"Don't worry about it, baby. Let's just fuck," I said.
"Are you sure? It may get gross. You may not want to fuck me anymore after that," he laughed.
"Sure I'm sure. Like I told you before, if you're going to play in that neighborhood, you have to be okay with what's there."
As I was saying the last sentence, I had lubed up my cock and started pushing into Braden's tight hole.
"Aww fuck," he moaned. "That feels so good."
He sat back and impaled himself on my cock. It felt amazing. For the next several minutes, Braden fucked himself on my cock. I loved his hard cock bouncing in front of him as he fucked my cock, and I reached out to stroke him.
"I'm gonna cum, man," I said to warn him.
"I'm close too, baby. I'm about to shoot."
As I started shooting my load into Braden's rectum, he started firing a huge load out onto my chest. I loved the feeling of his cum on me. I swiped my finger through it, and brought some to my mouth to taste. We both finished shooting, and just took a minute to come down from the high of our orgasms. Braden pulled my cock out of his hole, and moved to lick it clean like he usually does.
"Ummm, I don't think I'm gonna lick it this time," he laughed. "It's pretty gross."
I laughed. "No worries. That's what showers are for. Come on, let's take one together."
One of the best investments I had made was having my bathroom renovated several months ago. I had the old, narrow shower unit and the garden tub both removed. In place of the tub, I now had a large, walk in shower with seats and multiple nozzles. I used the old shower space for a linen closet. Braden and I had really taken to showering together after sex. This morning, it would be as much out of necessity as for fun.
We moved to the shower, and got cleaned up. Of course, we started making out again, causing both of us to get boners. I dropped to my knees in the shower and took Braden's hard cock in my mouth. I knew that I wouldn't be able to cum again this soon, but at his age, I could easily get another orgasm out of him. Sure enough, a few minutes later, he was shooting his teen boy cream down my throat.
"Baby, that was amazing," he said. But you really need to get on your meeting."
"Fuck! I forgot about that. Thanks for reminding me."
I jumped out of the shower, brushed my teeth, fixed my hair, then put on a school t-shirt and some athletic shorts. I gave Braden a quick kiss before moving to my home office to join the meeting. I only had a minute to spare when I joined the meeting.
"Mr. Patterson, how are you today?"
Principal Jackson was already on the meeting. Mary Beth Jackson was a fierce woman of about fifty years old. She had been the principal of Bruno High School for the last five years. She had shoulder-length blonde hair, wore glasses, and walked with purpose everywhere she went. If I had to pick a celebrity to compare her to, I'd say she most resembled Kathy Bates. She usually wore her trademark cowgirl boots, which you could hear coming down the hall. Most of the faculty and staff had a strong sense of respect mixed with fear for Ms. Jackson. She had never married, and there were rumors that she was a lesbian. Her appearance and demeanor did not give me any reason to believe that the rumors were false.
"Ms. Jackson, I am doing well. It's great to see you today. How is your dad?"
"Oh, you know, hanging in there. I told him that he has no business up on the roof patching the shingles at his age. He's 88 years old for Christ sake. Anyway, let's get down to business," she drawled in her thick, southern accent. Ms. Jackson wasn't much for small talk, and if she said a meeting started at 9:00, then it was going to start at 9:00. God help anyone who wasn't there on time.
"Alright, it looks like we are all here. Mrs. Rogers, I see you. Mr. Reynolds, you're here. Dr. Jones is here. Alright. I asked the administrative team to join the meeting at 9:00. The teachers will join us at 9:30. We have a few things we need to discuss as a team, mainly about personnel for next year. I have to let Dr. Turner know by the end of the week who I'm letting go."
The meeting went on with the administrative staff discussing various teachers and their performance during the school year. I tried not to make any input lightly, as I realized that we were taking people's livelihoods into our own hands when we made these decisions. Nevertheless, it had to be done.
"Okay, last one," Ms. Jackson said. "Mr. Weathers in the English department won't be renewed."
"Excuse me?" I interrupted. "Mr. Weathers is one of our best teachers. I evaluated him myself. His classroom disposition is exemplary, as is his dialogue with his students. I don't understand."
"Josh, I agree that he is a good teacher. Hell, I hired him. But there's more than what goes on in the classroom. We got a report that he frequents a certain establishment over in Atlanta. I believe it's called Swinging Richards. It's a gay club, Josh," Ms. Jackson said.
"So let me get this straight. We are firing a good teacher because we have a suspicion that he might be gay? I can't believe this. What the fuck kind of message are we sending these kids," I said angrily.
"Language, Josh. The district has a firm stance on maintaining moral conduct at all times, in and out of school. Mr. Weathers' habit of frequenting such an establishment is definitely immoral conduct, and we can't tolerate it."
"So let me ask you this, Mary Beth. Who the hell saw him and reported it? If someone from Bruno was all the way in Atlanta and happened to see him at the club, they were obviously there for the same reason. Don't you think?"
"Josh, I can't divulge that information. You know that. It's district policy," Ms. Jackson said.
"Fuck district policy. I can't do this right now. This is un fucking believable."
"Mr. Patterson, please get ahold of yourself..."
I didn't hear the rest of Ms. Jackson's statement because I closed my computer and slammed my fist down on the desk. Braden, hearing my raised voice and then me hitting the desk, came into the room.
"Did you hear that?"
"Yeah baby. I did." He walked in and sat in my lap, putting his arms around me. Braden had become very used to knowing when to just hold me, just as I had with him. We didn't need to talk. We just needed to be there for each other.
Finally, I spoke. "I swear to God. One day, these people are going to get what is coming to them. They are firing a great teacher just because he MIGHT be gay. See, this is what I keep saying, baby. We have to be so careful. They'd come after me the same way. They would just have a harder time doing it because I'm tenured and have been there so long. And then I think about you. Just starting out in this fucked up shit."
"It's okay, Josh. Everything is going to be fine. We will be careful. No one will find out. Besides, I'd rather have you than the best job in the world."
"Baby, I love you so much. How did I get so lucky to have you," I said, leaning in for a kiss.
"I just don't understand Mary Beth. For fucks sake, she's a big `mo herself. Everyone knows it!"
"Maybe she is trying to stop anyone from suspecting her. She's deflecting. People do it all the time," Braden said.
At that moment, my cell phone buzzed. I picked it up, seeing MARY BETH JACKSON on the screen.
"Fuck. I'm in trouble now." I put the phone on speaker and put my finger over my lips to signal to Braden to stay quiet.
"Hello? Yes Ms. Jackson, first let me apologize..."
"Josh, shut the hell up. I don't agree with how you addressed me in the meeting, but I do agree with your input. After you left the meeting, Mrs. Rogers spoke up and agreed with all of your points. Mr. Weathers is a good teacher, and as far as we know, he has done nothing that would be deemed inappropriate with the students. So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to let Sandy in HR know that I want to keep him on probationary status for one more year. HR is going to call him in and warn him that we got a complaint about his, umm, activities, and warn him to be careful in his private life."
"Ms. Jackson, that is great news! I am so happy that we won't be losing Mr. Weathers!"
"There's one more thing, Josh. And it's really the reason that what you said in the meeting stood out to me so much. Josh, I trust your opinion. In the five years I've been principal, you have never steered me wrong. You are good to the teachers and the students, but you are firm when you have to be." She paused. "Josh, I am not well. My doctor found a lump during my last mammogram, and I have to have surgery. I'm going to be out of commission for a little while."
"Oh, Mary Beth! I am so sorry! What do you need me to do?"
"I need you to be the principal," she said. "I've already spoken with Dr. Turner, and he agreed with me that this would be the best course of action. Mind you, I am not retiring. Not yet, anyway. My hope is that I can come back by Christmas. Dr. Turner is going to name you as interim principal. He'll work out a temporary principal contract, and you'll get a pay raise that they'll probably let you keep after this is all said and done."
"Mary Beth, I don't know what to say. Mr. Reynolds and Mrs. Rogers have both been vice principals longer than me. Shouldn't they have the opportunity first?"
"Well, ordinarily yes. But Faye Rogers as principal would never work. She's a good woman, but she knows she can't run the show. Stanley Reynolds is a fuck up. Yes, I said it. We all know it, and he knows it. He'll bitch and moan about it not being him, but he'll get over it. You're probably also thinking about what happens if and when I come back to work. When I come back, you will have the option to remain as my lead Vice Principal, or you will be considered for other principalships in the district, assuming you do well in this endeavor. And Josh, even if I come back from this, I don't have many years left until I retire. You'll be first in line to be my replacement. So what do you say? Do you accept?"
"Of course, I accept. I'm honored that I have your trust."
"I'm just happy to have had the chance to work with you, Josh. You're a good man. I'll let Dr. Turner know that we had this conversation. I'm sure he'll call you with more details and next steps."
"Yes ma'am. Thank you so much."
"And Josh, one more thing. Those of us on our team have to stick together. I think you know what I mean. Don't be like me. I have 36 years in this district, but I never had the nerve to stand up and do the right thing. Someone has to someday, Josh. And after today, I think you might be the one. Just be careful."
"I'm not sure what you mean, Mary Beth. If you're talking about the Cavaliers, of course I'll always be a Bruno Cavalier..."
"Josh, that's not what I mean and you know it. I may not have that long left on this earth. You've heard the rumors. I always downplayed them and was just such a bitch to everyone that no one would dare go up against Mary Beth Jackson. I had someone once, Josh. Someone special. Her name was Ruby, and she meant the world to me. But, all I cared about was my career. I loved her behind closed doors, but that wasn't enough for her. If I had it to do over..."
"Yes ma'am. I know what you mean. And your secret is safe with me," I said. "I'm honored that you trust me with such information."
"Josh, in a lot of ways, you're like a son to me. Take care, Josh. Goodbye."
With that, she hung up the phone. Braden and I just looked at each other. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say. Apparently, neither did he. Finally, he spoke.
"Well, there's only one thing I can think of to say. Congratulations Principal Patterson!" We both started laughing, and I pulled him in for a hug, which turned into a kiss, which turned into making out for a few minutes until my phone rang again. This time, the caller ID just said BRUNO COUNTY BOARD OF EDUCATION.
The call was from Dr. Turner, the superintendent. We had a long conversation about my new position, his expectations, and how the next steps would unfold. Apparently, Mary Beth was taking medical leave effective immediately. She had wished to keep everything quiet until the last minute. She did not want sympathy from her teachers. It would be my job to schedule a meeting with my teachers following the board meeting later in the week to announce the change. Mary Beth's email account would be deactivated, as would her district-issued cell phone. She did not want any contact from the school district.
During my conversation with Dr. Turner, I heard Braden go out the front door. I had just finished talking to Dr. Turner and walked into the kitchen when Braden came back in, sweaty from a run.
"Sorry, Josh, but I decided to go out for a run while you were on the phone. That way you could discuss business. So is it official?"
"No worries, babe. And not quite. The school board meets on Thursday. They will vote to accept Dr. Turner's recommendation granting Ms. Jackson medical leave and naming me interim principal. Then I have to schedule a Zoom meeting with my faculty to tell them."
"That's awesome, baby! I am so proud of you!" He came in for a kiss, which I happily accepted.
"Damn, Braden. You reek!"
He looked dejected, and said "I'm sorry. I'll go shower."
"Now hold on just a minute. Have I ever complained about your body odor? You may reek, but you know how much it turns me on!"
A smile came back to his face as I pulled him closer, then lifted his arm to bury my face in his armpit. I thoroughly enjoyed the stink from both of his hairy pits. "There are other places I haven't smelled yet. I bet they smell just as good," I said.
"Oh, really now? Where would those places be," he said coyly.
"Well, let's just find out," I said.
I rather forcefully moved him so that he as leaning against the kitchen counter. He liked being manhandled. It was one of the things I had discovered during the frequent sex we had. In one motion, I pulled down his green athletic shorts and his damp, blue boxer briefs. He was wearing Fruit of the Loom brand today. His firm, bubble butt was now on full display. I dropped to my knees on the kitchen floor and used both of my hands to spread his ass cheeks open. I quickly stuck my nose in the warm, moist crevice and inhaled a deep breath and savored the aroma of his funky teenage ass.
"You really do love sniffing my butthole, don't you?"
"Mmmm you know I do," I replied, my voice muffled by his ass.
"What was that? I didn't quite hear you."
I pulled my face out of his crack and said "You know I do. I fucking love the way you smell." I wasted no time in spreading his cheeks again and burying my face back in his crack. With the smell subsiding, I decided to allow my tongue a chance to get in on the action. I ate his ass for a good five minutes, when Braden interrupted my fun.
"I can't take it anymore. I need your cock in me. Take me, Josh. Take me right here."
He didn't have to ask me twice. I pushed down my shorts and aimed at his hole. My spit had done a good job of moistening up his hole, but I knew I'd need a little more lube. Not wanting to go all the way to the bedroom for lube and leave my hunky jock boyfriend alone, I reached past his head, opened the cabinet, and grabbed the bottle of olive oil. I used it to slick up my penis, which then easily slid inside his anus. After several minutes of fucking, I dumped a load inside him, and Braden painted the front of the dishwasher with his cum. I just collapsed on his back, savoring the moment, and the leftover funk emanating from his teenage body.
"Damn, that was good," Braden said as I removed my cock from his hole. "Shower time?"
"Yes," I said. "It's shower time. Come on."
We enjoyed a nice, hot shower. To me, Braden smelled great before the shower, but he smelled great after it, too. Now, other people would probably agree that he smelled great! We were both hungry after the sex and the shower, but neither of us felt like cooking, so we decided to order pizza. We were lounging on my bed, naked, when the doorbell rang.
"Oh fuck! I forgot about the pizza," Braden exclaimed.
The doorbell rang again. Braden threw on some boxers that were on the floor and went to answer the door.
"Hi, that'll be $24.89...wait...Braden?"
"Hunter? I haven't seen you since graduation! How have you been?"
"I'm great, man! Just going to school and delivering pizzas. Living the dream, man! So you live here? I thought you lived over on Maple?"
"I do. This is my boyf...I mean my friend's house. We're just hanging out today."
"I see that," Hunter said with a smile. "It looks like something else is hanging out, too." Hunter was looking down to Braden's boxers, which were open just enough to show his cock.
"Awww shit. I'm sorry man. Didn't know I was showing everything off."
I was standing in the hallway listening to the entire exchange. I had gotten up and put my shorts and t-shirt back on, so I decided to have a little fun with this situation. I walked into the foyer where Braden and Hunter were talking.
First, let me describe Hunter. He was a little taller than Braden. I'm guessing about 6'1". He was slim, probably weighing in around 160 lbs. He had slightly long, blonde hair that fell over his forehead just above his eyes, and the hair that I could see on his arms and legs was almost white. He had a great tan and appeared to spend a lot of time in the sun. If we were in California, he'd easily pass for the surfer type. He appeared to have a decent build based on his arms and the way his "Papa Johns" t-shirt clung to him. Simply put, he was gorgeous.
"Braden, what's going on? Did you pay for the pizzas?"
"Oh umm I was just talking to Hunter. We went to high school together. Hunter, this is Josh, my..."
"Your boyfriend?" Hunter finished Braden's sentence.
Braden looked at me with a deer in the headlights look. He didn't know how to proceed or what to say. He was looking at me for help. I just nodded and smiled.
"Yes, Hunter. Josh is my boyfriend. I'm gay. I guess you probably wish we had never been in the locker room together after practice and stuff now, huh?"
"No, dude. I was just giving you a hard time," Hunter said. "Listen, I don't care who you are dating, you are a cool guy and you were always nice to me. You two look very happy together. I wish you all the happiness in the world."
Braden and I just looked at each other and smiled. I put my arm around Braden to solidify us to Hunter as a couple.
"Hunter, I want to thank you for your sincerity. Not everyone feels the same way. Not only are way a gay couple, I'm a little older than Braden," I said.
"Hey, I don't judge folks," Hunter said. "I just wish people would stop getting into everyone else's business."
"You are absolutely right," I said. "Now, I am sure you want to get on with your day and you probably have other pizzas to deliver, so let me get your money." The pizzas were right at $25, but I handed Hunter two $20 dollar bills. "Keep the change," I said.
"That's a really big tip, sir. Are you sure?"
"Sure I'm sure. Thanks for being so nice to us."
"You got it, sir. Thank you again!"
With that, Hunter walked out to his shiny red Chevy Camaro and drove off.
"He was really nice," I said to Braden. "Were y'all friends in high school?"
"Well, I don't know that you'd call us friends, but we were friendly. We played baseball together, so we knew each other pretty well. We never hung out together. Come to think of it, Hunter never really hung out with anyone. He stayed to himself a lot. I think he lived with his grandparents. They had a farm just outside town. He spent most of his time there. His grandpa was in bad health, if I remember right. He spent a lot of time taking care of him."
"That's really sad," I said. "He seems like a good guy. Everyone needs friends. Especially someone as cute as him," I smiled.
"Are you saying you think he's hotter than me?" Braden feigned anger.
"Well, if you ever decide to leave me, I may just have to call up Hunter and get him to come over and console me," I said with a smile.
"You asshole! Besides," Braden said as he put his arms around me, "I'm never going anywhere." Our lips met for a moment, then he abruptly pulled away.
"But right now, I need to eat," Braden said. Let's eat this pizza before it gets cold!"
We both filled our plates with pizza and cheese sticks, grabbed a Coke from the refrigerator, and moved to the den to watch something while we ate. We decided on Troop Zero on Amazon Prime. It stars two of my favorite actresses, Viola Davis and Allison Janney, so it had to be good. It turned out to be a wholesome, clean comedy. We both enjoyed it.
About halfway through the movie, Braden's phone buzzed. He glanced at it, then read the text out loud to me.
"Hey Braden, this is Hunter. I still had your number from back when we played baseball. I hope you don't mind me texting you. It was really good to see you today. My shift is over at 5:00, and I was wondering if I could come back by Josh's house and hang out with you guys a little bit. I really need someone to talk to, and since Pappaw died, it's just me and Meemaw out on the farm. Anyway, if you don't want to, it's cool. I understand. Just let me know."
To say I was shocked was an understatement. Apparently, Braden was shocked as well.
"What do you think he wants to talk about," I asked.
"I have no idea. I mean like I told you, he was a pretty nice guy, but kept to himself and never had many friends. I guess his grandfather died, so maybe he's having a hard time with that. I know his parents were never in the picture. What should I tell him?
"Tell him to come over. If he needs a friend, then we'll be his friends. I've seen too much in my time working in the school system, baby. If someone is depressed and needs to talk, you better listen to them and let them talk. Otherwise, you might wish you did. I've seen it too many times."
"Okay. I'm telling him now."
It was a few minutes before he got a text back. By that time, it was almost 4:30. The text told us that he would clock out at 5:00 then head over. It would only take about 10 minutes for him to get back to my house.
About 45 minutes later, then doorbell rang. I went to answer it.
"Hunter! It's good to see you again. Come on in, Braden is back in the den. Can I get you anything to drink? We still have some pizza left if you want some?"
"I'd love something to drink. Whatever you're having is fine. And no thanks on the pizza. I get so tired of smelling pizza all day that I don't even really like it anymore," Hunter said.
I grabbed him a Coke and walked him to the den. Braden and I resumed our places on the couch, and Hunter took the love seat across from us.
"So, I know you guys are probably wondering why I wanted to come over. This has to seem weird to y'all. This weirdo pizza guy wants to hang out," Hunter said.
"Hunter, I am a high school vice principal, actually a principal as of this morning, and I am a pretty good judge of character. I judge you to be a great guy. You just need someone to talk to. Is that right?"
"Yes sir, you are pretty much right."
"Stop calling me sir. I'm your friend now, and so is Braden," I said. Braden nodded his head in agreement. There had been an unspoken agreement that Braden was going to let me take the lead on this for now. He knew that I could handle whatever was going on with Hunter.
Hunter just smiled and nodded.
"So, talk to us Hunter. Talk to us about whatever you want to talk about. Cars, girls, Pokemon, whatever," I said.
Hunter laughed and said "Well, I'm not going to talk about Pokemon, so you don't have to worry about that."
"Phew, thank God!" Braden exclaimed. "We dodged a bullet there!"
We all had a good laugh, then Hunter's face turned more serious.
"So, Braden, I guess you already know a little about me. I never had many friends. I was a loner, mainly because I worked on the farm so much. Meemaw and Pappaw took me in when I was about five. My momma decided she couldn't handle being a momma. My daddy died of a drug overdose when I was two. Momma didn't have any family around here, so she just told me we were going to see Meemaw and Pappaw. They were my daddy's parents. When we got out of the car I noticed that she had all of my clothes, what little I had, in a trash bag. She said Meemaw would wash them for me. She walked me up to the porch. Meemaw and Pappaw came outside. They didn't say much. Momma just said I can't do this,' and then she left. I cried and cried thinking she was coming back to get me. I stayed on that front porch until way after dark waiting on her to come back. But she never did. Meemaw sat with me in the porch swing and held me while I cried. Pappaw came outside and sat in the swing with us. He took me in his lap. He looked me in the eyes and said Hunter, your momma is not coming back.' Meemaw told him to hush, but he kept on. `Hunter, she's gone. But let me tell you something. You are my boy. My only grandson. And I love you, son. And as long as I'm alive, you ain't gonna want for nothing. Your Meemaw and me are gonna take care of you, and that's a promise, boy.'"
By that point, all three of us were crying. I can't imagine anyone abandoning a child like that.
Hunter continued. "I never saw my momma again. We got word a few years back that her latest boyfriend had beaten her to death. They wanted to know if I wanted to come to her funeral. I told her sister, my aunt, that as far as I'm concerned, she died the day she left me on that front porch when I was five. The only family I had was Meemaw and Pappaw, and they were all I needed."
"Then, during my eleventh grade year, Pappaw got sick. He got a bad cough that Christmas. It wouldn't go away. By the end of February, we knew something was wrong. We took him to the doctor in Birmingham. But it was too late. It was lung cancer. Meemaw and I took care of him the best we could. I wanted to quit baseball that spring so I could take care of him, but when Pappaw found out, he wouldn't hear of it. He said that every man needed to be part of a team, and that me staying home with him wouldn't change anything. So I kept playing. Meemaw came to as many games as she could. Our neighbor Mr. Pritchett would come over and stay with Pappaw some so Meemaw could get out of the house a little bit or come to one of my games."
"Pappaw lasted over a year with the cancer. It was during senior year when he died."
"You didn't tell any of us that he died," Braden said.
"Well, I really didn't talk to anyone. I didn't figure anyone would care," Hunter said. "It was the day of the big double header. We were playing the Mert County Volunteers. It was our biggest game of the season, and Pappaw was so excited about it. As I left home that day, he smiled from his hospital bed and said Go get em, Champ!'"
"So, as you probably remember Braden, we won the game. I was so excited to get home and tell Pappaw. I drove home, and when I pulled in the driveway, I knew something wasn't right. There was a black car there that I had never seen before. I walked in the house, and Pappaw's bed was empty. Meemaw was sobbing and talking to this man I didn't know. The man said `You must be Hunter. I'm sorry, but your grandfather passed away. I'm the Reverand Alden from the Methodist Church.' I just looked at Meemaw and she stood up and grabbed me. We both just hugged and cried for what felt like days but had to be just minutes."
"Hunter, I never knew you had gone through so much," Braden said. "I should have been a better friend. I should have made an effort to be your friend."
"It's not your fault," Hunter said. "I probably wouldn't have let you anyway. That was a real dark time for me and Meemaw."
"So how did you manage the farm while your grandfather was sick and after he passed," I asked.
"Well, you might not know this, but Pappaw's farm was the largest working corn farm in Benton County. It brought in a lot of money. Meemaw and Pappaw never spent much money, so they had a lot saved up. Enough in fact to buy that Camaro I'm driving and put me through college, with a lot left over. We hired some help to run the farm, and we leased out some of the land. Meemaw and I can live off the income, and the savings is just earning interest. It's all mine now, or it will be when I'm 21. Meemaw has it set up in a trust so if something happens to her before that, it'll all be mine."
I got up and moved over close to Hunter on the love seat. I just held my arms open and he got the hint. I have learned when someone just needs a hug. And boy did Hunter need a hug. The floodgates opened up big time. Braden moved over on the other side of Hunter, and we all three ended up in a big group hug.
"So there's something else I wanted to talk to you guys about," Hunter said after regaining his composure. "When did you guys know you were gay? And how did you know for sure?"
I explained to Hunter that I had always known something was different. When other boys my age stopped thinking girls were yucky and started talking about their titties and what they wanted to do to them, I was more interested in the other boys. I started noticing men, and I thought they were attractive. When I got a boner and played with it, I was always picturing some attractive male actor or even a male teacher.
Braden said that he had come to a similar realization and that even though he dated girls and even had sex with them, he knew it wasn't natural for him. He wanted something more. Braden explained that even though he pretty much knew he was gay, it wasn't until our relationship started and we started having sex that he knew for sure.
"I am really confused," Hunter said. "I think I might be gay. I think both of you are hot," he blushed. But I think some girls are cute too. I've never been on a date. I've never done anything with a guy or a girl. But I definitely notice the sweaty farm hands when they have their shirts off."
"Honestly, Hunter, I don't think you are going to know for sure until you try having sex with men and women," I said.
"But I'm so shy," Hunter said. "I barely got up the courage to text Braden to ask if I could come over here this afternoon. Where am I ever going to find a man or a woman to have sex with? And with a stranger? I just don't know."
Braden and I looked at each other. We had gotten really good at communicating without talking. Braden raised his eyebrows to me. I smiled a little. I nodded. He nodded. We had both come to a decision.
"Hunter," Braden started, "Would you be interested in joining Josh and me in our bedroom?"
"What? What do you mean join you in your bedroom?"
"For fuck sake, Hunter!, I exclaimed. "We want to have sex with you. Both of us. All three of us in the bed together. Do you want to?"
"Oh, wow. I don't know. Wait. Yes, I do know. Yes, I want to. I really want to."
"Well then, come on handsome. Let's not waste anymore time," Braden said, taking Hunter's hand.
We lead Hunter down the hall to my bedroom.
"Guys, I've never done anything before. You'll have to tell me what to do," Hunter said.
"Oh, I think you'll get the hang of it pretty quickly," I said, leaning in to kiss him.
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