A Thankful Guest
Chuck led Carl into the bedroom as soon as they arrived at the apartment. They wasted no time undressing each other. They then kissed while humping their crotches together. Soon their precum had slickened their steely cock up as they rubbed together. Their hands were roaming up and down each other’s backs and periodically grabbing a handful of butt cheek. Their tongues dueled back and forth in each other’s mouths. Slowly, they moved toward the bed until Chuck was backed up to its side. Then Chuck leaned back, and Carl assisted in slowly lowering Chuck onto his back with Carl moving on top of him while continuing to kiss and hump each other. Chuck slowly spread his legs before wrapping them behind Carl’s back and lifting his butt so that Carl was now sliding his precum-slickened cock between Chuck’s butt cheeks. Breaking the kiss, Chuck looked into Carl’s eyes and said, “Fuck me, Carl.” Carl smiled and said, “My pleasure. Let me get the lube.” Chuck grabbed Carl’s arm and said, “No. Stick it in me now. You’re already lubed up. I want it raw and natural. Make love to me, Carl.” Carl looked into Chuck’s eyes and saw the passion expressed there. Chuck held the eye contact as he slowly pressed the head of his cock into Chuck’s upturned ass. Carl saw the slight wince from Chuck as he breached his tight hole and then the look of passion and need returned. Carl leaned in and they resumed their kiss as Carl slowly sank into Chuck until he was pressed tightly against his upturned buns. Carl broke the kiss and placed his hands on either side of chuck on the bed and then slowly withdrew until only the head of his cock remained inside him. Then he slowly sank back inside. Carl’s pace quickened, but just slightly. He wanted to make sure he was giving Chuck as much pleasure and as little pain as was possible. He realized in that moment that he was truly making love to Chuck. Their relationship had developed slowly, like a smoldering pair of logs that had suddenly burst into flame from the slight push of a light breeze. They looked into each other’s eyes as Carl slowly pistoned in and out of Chuck. Chuck’s cock was pulsing in rhythm to Carl’s fuck, suspended just above his abdomen with a string of precum hanging from its tip pooling into a puddle on his abs. Chuck sighed, “Fuck yes. Right there. That’s the spot. Fuck me, Carl.” Carl continued his steady rhythm and every time Chuck reached for his throbbing, leaking, and drooling cock, Carl would push his hand away. When Carl pushed Chuck’s hand away for a fifth time, Chuck complained, “Carl, please. I need to cum. You’re driving me crazy.” Carl grinned and said, “Just a little longer, babe. I’m getting close too.” Carl began increasing his pace then and Chuck’s head tilted back as he said, “Fuck yeah! Give me that dick! Fuck me hard! Fuck yeah! Fuck me! Holy shit! Right there!” Fuck me!” Carl was soon slamming into Chuck and as Chuck reached for his cock once again, Carl pushed it away but this time took Chuck’s cock in his own hand. As soon as he did, Chuck cried out, “Oh! Fuck!” Ropes of cum jetted out from Chuck’s cock. The first went over his head. The second splashed across his left cheek and a third landed in his open mouth with some hanging off his chin. More landed across his chest and abs. Carl then said, “I’m gonna cum!” Chuck said, “Breed me. Give me your baby makers. Fill my hole with your seed, Carl!” As Carl began shooting his load inside Chuck, he collapsed down on top of him, sandwiching Chuck’s cum between them. As Carl’s climax ebbed, he kissed Chuck and shared the cum on his mouth with him. As they caught their breath and broke their kiss, Carl rolled off Chuck and said, “That was fuckin’ hot!” Chuck laughed and said, “That’s putting it mildly. You had me on cloud nine and kept edging me. I think if you hadn’t touched my cock, I would have blown my load moments later regardless. You really did make love to me, Carl.” Carl looked over at Chuck and said, “I think I’m falling for you, Chuck.” Chuck suddenly rolled toward Carl and began kissing him hard. Carl was caught off guard at first but was soon passionately returning the kiss. They eventually lay side by side just talking about nothing and everything. Carl then said to Chuck, “I’m really glad you wanted to come back here when we did. I had almost expected you to try and get another five-way going just to get a chance to fuck Chris.” Chuck laughed, “You know me pretty well then. I did think about that but since we’re not going to see each other much this week, I wanted to spend the evening alone with you. I’ve been falling for you for a while, Carl. I was so happy when you told me you were falling for me too.” They turned and kissed momentarily, then Carl asked, “So, you no longer want to get a piece of Chris’ ass?” Chuck grinned and replied, “I’m not giving up on that, but you’re the one I want to wake up to in my bed every morning. What would you think about moving in together?” Carl asked, “Are you asking me to move in with you or you move into the house with me and Jeremy?” Chuck thought for a moment, “I meant for you to move in here, but that would leave Jeremy to pay for the house himself. I didn’t consider that. Why don’t we think about it and maybe talk to Jeremy to get his thoughts on it. If we decide to move with him, I want to make sure he’d be ok with it.” Carl said, “I think he’d be ok with it but you’re right. Let’s both give it some thought and then we can talk to Jeremy.” Chuck grinned and said, “Don’t wear yourself out on Jeremy this weekend. Save some of it for me when you return on Sunday.” Carl grinned and said, “I’ll always have enough for you. Besides, I’m not sure when Jeremy and I would get a chance to do anything with my parents being around the whole time.”
Chris and I were both done with our classes before lunch, so we stopped at the Mexican restaurant and ate. I then headed home. Chris had to run home first but would be stopping by pretty soon. Carl had to put in a full day, so we wouldn’t be leaving until after dinner. As soon as I got home, I received a text from Elijah letting me know he was on his way. I had already packed, so I decided to get something together for dinner. I made alfredo sauce since we had a couple chicken breasts in the refrigerator left over from Tuesday. I cut up the chicken breasts and returned the cut pieces to the refrigerator just as Chris arrived. I told him of my plan to feed the four or five of us before we headed out to our respective destinations. He asked if he could help but there wasn’t anything left to do until a half hour before dinner. About a half hour after Chris arrived, Elijah’s voice was heard as he came through the door, “I’m heeeere!” Chris and I greeted him with kisses. It wasn’t long before clothing was being shed. We slurped on each other’s cocks for a while and then Chris moved onto his hands and knees. Elijah entered him from behind and I slid my cock into Chris’ mouth. We spit roasted him for a while and then I sandwiched Elijah between us and let him fuck Chris while fucking himself on my cock. Elijah bred Chris first and I planted my seed deep inside Elijah before Elijah and I laid down and got a creamy facial from Chris. It was great sendoff sex. After we showered and were getting dressed, Elijah pulled something from his bag. He handed Chris and I each a zip lock baggie containing a pair of his underwear and said, “I didn’t want to assume you’d want these, but just in case you did.” Chris and I both grinned, and then Chris said, “Hold on.” Chris reached into his own bag and produced two more zip lock baggies and said, “I guess I was thinking the same thing.” I now had a pair of each of their worn underwear. I wasn’t sure what to say as I hadn’t thought of it. I decided I’d do the same and picked up my boxer briefs off the floor that I’d worn before our sexcapade and then dug another pair from my hamper and sealed each of them in a zip lock baggie before handing one to each of them.
Carl arrived home and informed me that Chuck wouldn’t be stopping by, so I finished making dinner with Chris’ help and we ate the chicken alfredo and after cleaning up, prepared to head out. I loaded my things into Carl’s car and Elijah threw his bag in his. We gave Chris a spare key so that he could water the plants and check on the house while we were gone. We then locked up and Elijah followed behind us until he had to turn on a different route.
Carl and I arrived at the Buller house and Carla came out to greet us with a huge smile, “Jeremy! I’m so happy you decided to accept our invitation.” She hugged me as I got out of the car and I said, “I appreciate the invitation Mrs. Buller.” She gave me a hard look and said, “Jeremy! It’s Carla! You’re still considered family here, regardless of what happened between you and Kayla.” Carl yelled, “Mom!” Carla said, “Oh! I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought that up. I hope you’ll forgive me, Jeremy.” I smiled and said, “There’s nothing to forgive Mrs., I mean Carla.” Carla said, “Grab your things and come inside. I made a veggie tray and a fruit tray up in case you want a light snack.” Carl smiled and said, “Thanks, mom. Maybe a few bites.” Bob came in and gave us each a hug and then handed us each a beer and asked, “What’s new? How’s the roomie thing going?” Carl glanced over at me and then replied, “It’s going well. Our landlords are very nice people. We go over to their place every week to help them take care of their yard work.” Bob said, “I’m sure they appreciate that.” Carla added, “That’s very kind of you boys.” Then Carla cleared her throat while looking at her husband. Bob then looked at me and said, “Jeremy, I realize what has happened between you and Kayla, so we’re going to give you a choice. I know we didn’t allow you to sleep with Kayla in her room before. I’m a little old-fashioned, but since she’s not here, you could sleep in her room if you’d like. If not, the sofa’s available, but you’ll need to wear sleepwear other than your underwear. Carla doesn’t want to come down and see you like that.” Carla laughed and said, “Maybe I wouldn’t mind.” Carl laughed, but Bob gave her a side-eye. Then Bob said, “Or, you can share Carl’s bed if he doesn’t mind since you’ve shared his bed previously." I looked over at Carl and could tell he was holding in laughter. Once he contained his laughter, he said, “Of course I wouldn’t mind.” As I considered it, I realized that I may have made a mistake in accepting their invitation. I didn’t want to relive my breakup with Kayla. I decided that sleeping in her room was not an option. I didn’t want to risk the possibility of having her things surrounding me as I slept in her bed that may still carry her scent. I said, “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to sleep in Kayla’s room.” Carla said, “I fully understand that, Jeremy. We just thought we’d give you that option. I’m sorry if the suggestion upset you.” I smiled and said, “You don’t need to apologize. I just.” Before I could finish, Carl said, “So, we’re rooming together then, Jeremy, because I know how uncomfortable that sofa is.” I smiled and said, “Like old times.” Yeah, we were pouring on the BS. I took my bags up to Carl’s room while Carl grabbed another beer from the fridge for the three of us. Carla stayed in the kitchen making final preparations for Thanksgiving dinner while the three of us guys watched tv, finished off the veggie and fruit tray and drank beer. I reconsidered my regret of accepting the invitation. Regardless of Kayla’s ghost haunting my thoughts, the Bullers treated me as one of their sons and I appreciated that. Throughout my childhood, my parents were always off, traveling because of my father’s job and now, they just travel because they enjoyed it. I joined them during the summer when I didn’t have school or football practice, but now that I’m an adult they are enjoying themselves.
Elijah arrived home and was greeted by his mom and dad with hugs. He hadn’t been home since the summer. The Weavers were a typical middle-income family. Mrs. Weaver, Elijah’s mom, was a high school teacher. His dad was a mechanical engineer. As Elijah was taking his bag up to his room, his dad said, “After you get your things put away in your room, come down and we’ll share a beer, and you can tell us about your classes.” Elijah continued up the stairs as he replied, “Sounds good, dad. Thanks. I won’t be too long.” Once Elijah got to his room, he began pulling things out of his bag and putting them in his dresser and closet. He didn’t bring a lot. He was only going to be there for four days and there were still a lot of his clothes there at the house. The last thing he pulled from his bag were two zip lock baggies. He opened them one at a time and took a deep inhale before resealing them. Then he placed them both under his pillow. He waited a few minutes before going back downstairs. He didn’t want to walk into the living room with a bulge in his jeans.
Chris arrived home to a packed house. It was the usual Summers Thanksgiving. Aunts, uncles, grandparents, and of course, lots of cousins were there. Most of them would be going back home later and returning the next day for the feast, but they always came over to help with preparations. They would help in the kitchen while the kids would play with the cousins they only saw a few times a year. Chris was the oldest of his cousins and this year, instead of hanging out with his cousins, he hung out in the family room with his uncles and grandfathers talking about sports and periodically politics. Every time his two grandfathers talked politics, it turned into an argument and his uncles would change the subject to get things settled down. Chris hadn’t seen this play out before. His mom had always made it clear there would be no discussion of politics at the dinner table and his grandfathers always honored that rule. As Chris sipped on his soda, he wondered how long everyone was staying. His mom’s parents were staying overnight since they had to drive over fifty miles to get here, but the others lived close enough to go home and return in the morning. Chris thought about going up to his room and then realized he had forgotten the underwear that Jer and Elijah had given him. He told his dad he’d be back; he had forgotten something at Carl and Jeremy’s house, and he ran out to his car.
Chris arrived at Carl and Jeremy’s house and entered through the front door. Just as he was about to enter Jeremy’s room where he had left the underwear, the door sprang open and someone ran past him, almost knocking him on his butt. Chris quickly tackled the guy who struggled to escape, yelling, “Let me go! I’m sorry! I thought you were away for the weekend!” Chris continued to hold the guy down and when he settled down, Chris rolled him onto his back while he sat on his stomach and pinned his arms above him by the wrists. He was looking at a young guy, maybe in his late teens. He looked afraid, like a trapped animal. His eyes were darting from side to side as if looking for a way to escape. He finally looked up at Chris and asked, “Please, don’t call the police. I wasn’t trying to rob the place. I was just looking for somewhere to sleep for the night or a few days until I figured things out. Please. I didn’t break anything. I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again.” Chris’ mind was racing, trying to decide what he should do with this kid. Chris asked him, “Why did you think nobody would be home for a few days?” The kid said, “I watched you guys play football and I heard you talking about going home for Thanksgiving weekend. When I saw five of you later, walking past the park, I followed you. I thought maybe I could sleep somewhere warm for a few days. Today, I waited until it got dark and then when I saw the cars were gone, I came in through the kitchen window. Don’t worry, I didn’t damage it. I used a butter knife to slide the latch over, and then opened the window and climbed inside. I was going to leave Sunday morning and make it look like no one had even been here.” Chris said, “So, you’re homeless.” The kid’s eyes watered up as he said, “I am now. My dad kicked me out.” A tear rolled down his temple and he tried to hide it by turning his head to the side. Chris asked, “Why did your dad kick you out?” The kid kept his face turned away as he replied, “We got into an argument.” Chris said, “Must have been some argument. Look, if I let you up, will you promise me you won’t run? I’m not going to call the police for now. I have to first check and make sure you told me the truth, that you haven’t damaged or stolen anything. Promise?” The kid turned to look at Chris and then nodded, “I promise. I’ll show you the window I came in through.” Chris let go of the kid’s wrists and sat upright. He was still being cautious, “What’s your name?” The kid slowly moved his arms to his sides, barely touching Chris’s knees, then replied, “Tim.” Chris said, “Nice to meet you, Tim. I’m…” Before he could finish, Tim said, “Chris, right?” Chris looked at him and asked, “How did you know that?” Tim said, “I told you I watched you guys play football at the park. I heard you talking.” Chris asked, “So, is that where you’ve been sleeping, at the park?” Tim nodded and said, “I went there about a week ago, after my dad kicked me out. I had nowhere to go, so I sat on a bench trying to figure it out. I decided I was going to just walk around all night, but I wanted to hide my bag somewhere. I found an open spot in the middle of some bushes. When I crawled inside I, I” Tim began sobbing as tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes. Chris got up and offered Tim a hand up. After pulling him up, Chris embraced him and said, “It’s ok, Tim. We’ll figure something out.” Tim continued to cry but hugged Chris tightly as he sobbed out, “I cccried myself to sleep. I just, I just wanted to be home.” Chris let Tim cry and after he settled down, Chris said, “Think you can show me the window you came in?” Tim nodded and walked to the kitchen. Tim pointed to the window over the one counter and then showed him the butter knife he used to slide the latch open. He said, “I found it in the park and kept it in case some animal came into the bushes. I used one of the chairs near the fire pit to boost me up and then once I was in, I put the chair back, Then I cleaned off the counter.” Chris smiled and said, “For a burglar, you’re pretty conscientious. I don’t see any damage to the window. Want a drink?” Tim looked at Chris suspiciously but then said, “Ok.” Chris opened the refrigerator and asked, “Coke, ginger ale or sprite?” Tim said, “I could just drink tap water.” Chris asked, “Which would you prefer? You can have a soda if you want.” Tim replied, "A coke would be nice.” Chris handed him a coke and then grabbed a ginger ale for himself. Chris escorted Tim into Jeremy’s bedroom where he had run out of to make sure things were in order. Tim said, “I just took a shower. I had just gotten dressed when I heard you come in.” He then led Tim into the living room and had Tim sit on the sofa while he took a seat in one of the chairs. Chris pulled out his phone and Tim got a look of panic on his face. Chris said, “I’m not calling the police, if that’s what you’re worried about. I have to call the guys who live here and let them know about this.” Tim looked confused, “You mean you don’t live here?” Chris smiled and said, “Not officially. They asked me to keep an eye on the place while they’re gone and to water the plants.” Tim said, “But they might call the police!” Chris smiled and said, “I think I can convince them not to. I agreed to watch over the place, so I can’t hide the fact that this happened. I have to tell them. Just trust me.” Tim nodded but looked terrified.
My cell phone started playing a ring tone I recognized as Chris’ unique tone. I excused myself and answered as I walked into the dining room. I answered, “Hey Chris, what’s up?” The first words out of Chris’ mouth had my heart racing. Chris said, “Now don’t panic.” Those are not words that make you relax. Chris continued, “I left something behind and returned to get them.” I grinned as I realized what he’d left behind but wondered why he didn’t just say it. No one was in the room, and I wasn’t on speaker phone. Chris said, “When I went to go into your bedroom, someone raced out and almost knocked me over.” Shit! I felt my hairs on my arms standing up, “Someone broke into the house! Are you ok, Chris?” Chris said, “Calm down, Jer. I’m fine and the house is fine.” I was pacing, “What do you mean the house is fine!? You said someone broke in. Did you call the police?” Chris seemed too calm. He said, “No, I did not call the police, and I don’t think you’ll want me to.” I was incredulous, “Why for fuck’s sake would I not want you to call the police!? Did they get away?” Chris said, “Jer, please calm down and let me explain. They didn’t get away. He’s sitting on the sofa across from me right now. He’s a teenager who was kicked out by his father and was trying to find a warm place to sleep. He didn’t damage anything getting in. He even cleaned the countertop he had to climb over to get in. He didn’t try to steal anything either. He’s just a homeless kid trying to stay warm.” I let out a sigh of relief. Poor kid. What could he have done to have his father kick him out of the house, and right before Thanksgiving. I asked Chris, “What did the kid do to have his dad kick him out?” Chris answered, “He said they had an argument. I didn’t ask him what the argument was about. He’s scared, Jer.” I understood what Chris was saying. Chris had a heart of gold and wanted to help the kid. I said, “Chris, let me call you back. I have to tell Carl about this. I know you want to help the kid and so do I, but he did break into our house.” Chris said, “I understand, Jer. Call me back after you talk to Carl.”
After hanging up, I called Carl into the dining room and told him what happened. We discussed it for a while and then I called Chris back. Chris answered, “Hey, Jer.” I said, “Chris, I talked this over with Carl. We do want to help this kid, but we do not want him alone in our house. Carl and I are in complete agreement on that. You just met him. What if he did something awful that resulted in his father kicking him out? He could be on drugs We don’t know anything about him.” Chris said, “You’re right, Jer. I agree with everything you said, but I can’t just kick him out in the cold.” I said, “Could you stay with him at the house?” Chris said, “Maybe, but I. Can I call you back? I need to make another call.” I said, “Sure. Do what you can for the kid, but be careful, Chris.” He ended the call with, “I will. Thanks, Jer.”
Chris ended the call with Jeremy and looked over at Tim. Tim asked, “Do I have to leave?” Chris said, “I’m still working things out, Tim. For now, at least tonight, you’ll be able to sleep indoors. I need to make a private call, I’ll be right back, and don’t worry, I’m not calling the police. I’m calling my mom.” Chris went into Jeremy’s bedroom and called his mom. He told her about what had happened and asked if he could invite Tim for Thanksgiving dinner. Mrs. Summers teared up as Chris told her what had happened. He left out the part of what he had gone over to retrieve. Mrs. Summers was concerned for Chris’ safety though. He could be filling Chris with lies. Finally, she made Chris compromise; Tim would be a guest at their house tonight and be welcome at Thanksgiving dinner. Mr. and Mrs. Summers would meet Tim tonight to form their own opinion of him. The only problem was that Tim would have to share Chris’ bed because his grandparents were sleeping in the guest room. Chris was then surprised when his mom insisted on talking with Tim. Chris said, “But mom!” Mrs. Summers wasn’t having it, “Put Tim on. I want to talk to him, Chris.” Chris walked back into the living room where Tim was still sitting on the sofa. Chris handed Tim his phone. Tim looked at him questioningly. Chris smiled sheepishly and said, “My mom wants to talk to you.” Tim looked horrified as he said, “Hello, this is Tim.” Mrs. Summers said, “Tim, Chris has told me how he met you and that you were made to leave your home by your father. Chris wants to help you and I’m proud of him for that. The problem is we’re concerned about Chris’ safety, so we’d like to meet you and ask that you stay here overnight. You’ll have to share Chris’ bed though since my parents will be in the guest room. We’d also like you to join us for Thanksgiving dinner. Don’t worry, you don’t have to tell us why your father kicked you out, but if it’s drug related, we hope you’ll try to get some help.” Tim smiled for the first time and said, “I don’t do drugs, ma’am and thank you for your hospitality.” Tim handed the phone back to Chris with a smile. Chris was relieved as he had feared his mom would have Tim in tears again. Instead, he had a smile on his face for the first time since he had met him. Chris talked to his mom for a few more minutes then ended the call with, “Ok, mom, we’ll head over after I call Jeremy and tell him what we’re doing.”
My phone began playing Chris’ ringtone and I picked it up and said, “So, what’s the plan? Are you staying at our place tonight?” Chris paused and then said, “Actually, no Jer. My mom insisted on bringing Tim to our house to stay the night and stay for Thanksgiving dinner.” I smiled and said, “Now I know where your golden heart came from. You must have some awesome parents.” Chris chuckled and said, “Yeah, they are awesome, but they’re worried about me staying here with him alone. That’s why they want to meet him.” I laughed and said, “So, mom’s looking out for you. I stand by what I said about your parents. If you want to stay at our place over the weekend, you’re welcome. Carl and I still don’t want you to let him stay in the house by himself though. I’d like to meet him. Maybe we can figure out a way to help him. Love you, Chris.”
Tim’s ears picked up when he heard Chris say, “I love you too, Jer.” He tried to act like he wasn’t listening when Chris put his phone away and asked him, “Well, are you ready to meet my family?” Tim smiled and said, “I’m not sure, but your mom didn’t give me a choice. I’m pretty nervous. We didn’t meet on very good terms at first, sorry.” Chris said, “No worries. My mom has a heart of gold, unless you happen to be her son.” Chris rolled his eyes jokingly. Chris locked the house up after putting a board diagonally in the window Tim had climbed through so even if you did slide the latch over, you couldn’t open the window. After turning off the engine, Chris looked over at Tim, “Ready?” Tim, looking nervous as hell, replied, “Ready as I’ll ever be.” They walked into the house and Mrs. Summers met them at the door and pulled them into the formal living room. She said, “Please Tim, have a seat. Chris, why don’t you get our guest something to drink?” Chris said, “Sure, mom.” Chris knew his mom wanted a few minutes alone with the kid. Mrs. Summers eyed her guest for a minute before saying, “I hope Chris didn’t hurt you when he prevented you from escaping the house. I understand your desire to keep warm, but invading another person’s house is a crime.” Tim looked down, ashamed, “I know what I did was wrong, but it’s getting cold, and I overheard them saying they would be going away for the weekend and thought I could keep warm there and leave before they got back, leaving no sign that I was there. I was desperate.” Just then, Mr. Summers came into the room and said, “Well, I see our guest isn’t cowering in a corner so Amanda mustn’t have been too hard on you son.” Mrs. Summers (Amanda) said, “Cameron, this is Tim. He’s going to be staying here tonight with Chris and he’ll be our guest for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow.” Tim said, “I’m pleased to meet you, sir. I appreciate your kindness.” Mr. Summers came over and shook hands with Tim, then said, “That must have been quite some disagreement for your dad to kick you out of the house, Tim. I don’t mean to pry into your business, but do you have a last name?” Tim looked to Mr. Summers nervously. Mr. Summers noticed and said, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to contact your dad or anything. I’m just trying to get to know you.” Tim looked up at Mr. Summers and said, “It’s Houston, Timothy Houston, sir.” Mr. Summers smiled and said, “It’s very nice to meet you, Timothy Houston, but I understand that you prefer Tim.” Tim nodded, “Yes, sir.” Mrs. Summers then asked, “So, Tim, are you in school yet?” Tim said, “Yes, ma’am. I did attend classes, but we were off this week for the holiday. I don’t know if I’ll be able to finish now though. I’m still trying to figure things out. I’d like to graduate, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to now.” Tim’s eyes began watering up as he tried not to start crying. Mrs. Summers pulled Tim to her and hugged him, “Chris wants to help you and Mr. Summers and I will support Chris in that endeavor.” Chris came into the room just when his mom pulled Tim in for the hug. Chris smiled and his dad put his hand on Chris’ shoulder to show his support. Mrs. Summers then asked Tim, “Would you like me to heat up leftovers from dinner for you?” Tim said, “You don’t need to trouble yourself for me. Giving me somewhere to sleep is more than I could ask for.” Chris smiled, knowing his mom would not accept that answer. Mrs. Summer then asked, “Young man, if I heat something up, will you eat it?” Tim looked over at Chris and his dad. They were both grinning knowingly. Tim knew what that meant and embarrassed, turned red and smiled, “Yes ma’am, I’ll eat it.” Mrs. Summers smiled and said, “That was a better answer. Chris, why don’t you introduce Tim to the rest of our family. I’ll call for Tim when the food is ready.” Chris said, “Sure, mom. Tim, follow me.”
By the time Chris had introduced Tim to the family members who were there, Mrs. Summers called for Tim to come and eat. She smiled as she saw Tim’s eyes light up when he saw the spread she had set out for him, beef roast, mashed potatoes with gravy, buttered peas, and buttered carrots along with dinner rolls. As she watched him devour it, she asked if he’d eat more if she heated it up. Tim’s reply, “Yes please.” After Tim cleaned his plate after having seconds, Tim smiled as he rinsed his plate off and said, “Thank you so much, Mrs. Summers. It was delicious.”
After Tim had eaten, he and Chris went out back to toss a football. When Chris’ dad came into the kitchen to get a beer, he asked, “So, Amanda, was Tim hungry?” She laughed and said, “I may have to have you run out for another turkey just for him. I don’t think he’s had a real meal in a week! I feel so bad for him, Cam.” Mr. Summers (Cameron) said, “He seems like a very nice, polite kid. I’m curious as to what disagreement was so severe that his father saw the need to kick him out. I’m hoping that he tells us at some point, but I feel we have to respect his privacy. Let’s talk to Chris and see what we can figure out together.”
Later that night, Chris and Tim were in the family room watching the end of a movie. Everyone else had already gone to bed. Chris asked, “Soon ready for bed?” Tim glanced over to him and said, “Yeah, I guess.” Chris asked, “Is something bothering you, Tim?” Tim hesitated and said, “I really appreciate what you and your family have done for me tonight. I’m feeling a little overwhelmed by all your kindness, but I’m still not sure what I’m going to do after tomorrow. I want to keep going to school but I don’t know how I can if I can’t wash my clothes or afford to eat. At least I can go down to the locker room and get a shower, but it’s getting cold. That’s why I risked sneaking into your friend’s house, to stay warm.” Chris said, “We’ll try to figure it out together, Tim. I want to help you get through this. I know I wouldn’t want to be in your position, but just know that I’ll help where I can.” A tear ran down Tim’s cheek and he smiled a little, “It’s hard to believe that when we first met, you were tackling me to the floor.” Chris laughed, “Yeah, a strange way to begin a friendship.” Tim looked surprised and asked, “You consider me to be your friend even after I broke into your friend’s house?” Chris smiled and said, “Yeah, I would like to be your friend. You made a mistake, but you didn’t have a lot of choices and you didn’t damage anything.” Tim smiled more and said, “I’d like that, to have you as my friend.” Chris smiled and said, “Let’s get to bed.” Chris turned off the tv and got up and Tim followed him upstairs. They entered the bathroom and Chris pulled out a new toothbrush from a cabinet and handed it to Tim. They then brushed their teeth. When they finished, they went into Chris’ room and closed the door behind them. Chris immediately began undressing. Tim froze as he stood at the door and watched Chris pull off his shirt, kick off his shoes and then open his pants. Tim watched Chris drops his pants around his ankles and then bend over to removes them and then his socks. Tim saw how well Chris’ firm, muscular buns filled out his dark blue Jockey briefs. Then Tim watched as Chris turned to face him. Chris looked at him strangely and asked, “What’s the matter, Tim? You look like a deer caught in headlights.” Tim stammered, “I I um, I don’t have any pajamas or anything.” Chris grinned, “I don’t wear pajamas. I sleep in my underwear or sometimes I don’t wear anything. Don’t worry though, I’m not sleeping naked tonight, haha.” Tim smiled as he then began removing his shirt. He blushed as he pulled his pants down revealing his tighty whitey Hanes underwear. His semi erect cock was visible through the white material. As Chris climbed into bed on his back, and pulled the blanket over him, Tim walked to the other side of the bed and climbed in. Chris said, “Sorry, it’s only a twin sized bed but there’s enough room for both of us.” Tim said, “Same size as my bed. Well, the bed I used to have. Chris?” Chris looked over at Tim and asked, “Yeah?” Tim looked over at him with sad eyes, “I need to tell you something before we sleep together.” Chris said, “Ok? Please don’t tell me you’re a bed wetter.”, as he wondered what he might be about to be told, considering the ‘before we sleep together’ part. Tim turned to look straight ahead, “The disagreement I had with my dad, the reason he kicked me out. It wasn’t as much a disagreement. He caught me and a friend up in my bedroom. We, um, he had just sucked my cock and I had agreed to do him after he did me. I had only started when my dad walked in.” Tears were rolling down Tim’s cheeks, “I’ll get dressed now and leave if you want, but I had to be honest with you.” Chris thought about how his dad would have reacted if he had caught him doing that with another kid when he was seventeen. Chris slid over and put his arm around Tim and Tim put his face on Chris’ chest as he sobbed. Chris said, “I don’t want you to leave, Tim. I’m glad you told me just so you could tell someone to get it off your chest. Your secret is safe with me.” Tim’s sobs slowed as he asked, “So you still want to be my friend?” Chris smiled, “Of course I do. Moreso now that you confided in me. Maybe your dad will change his mind after the initial shock wears off.” Tim said, “I doubt it. My dad is an evangelical Christian. He goes to church every Sunday to listen to our pastor preach far right propaganda while he molests the kids in the choir.” Chris chuckled, “Not all priests molest boys.” Tim said, “I was a choir boy and he molested me when I was fifteen.” Chris’ jovial attitude quickly changed to one of concern, “Seriously? Did you tell your parents?” Tim said, “They wouldn’t have believed me. They had him over for dinner a lot. My parents were disappointed when I quit the choir. They said they enjoyed seeing me up there. I was afraid to tell them why I quit because I knew they wouldn’t believe me.” Chris held Tim tightly in his arms as he said, “I’m so sorry that happened to you.” Tim fell asleep with his head on Chris’ chest. Chris stayed awake for a while thinking about how he could help this poor kid, his friend, who had endured so much.
Chris stirred awake feeling a warm body snuggled up against him. He thought Elijah’s butt felt good pressed against his stiff cock. Then Chris’ eyes snapped open. The butt pressed tightly into his crotch wasn’t Elijah’s and he wasn’t in Jeremy’s bed. This was Tim in front of him. Chris quickly rolled onto his back and then realized he was on the far edge of his bed. He laughed to himself thinking Tim must be a bed hog. Chris slowly got out of bed, trying not to disturb Tim. Then he opened his bag and pulled out two zip lock baggies and made a beeline into the bathroom. He opened the baggies and took out the contents and inhaled them deeply as he stroked his cock. He deeply inhaled the unique scents of Jeremy and Elijah and soon was blasting his cum on the shower wall. He placed the underwear back in the bags and then stripped off his underwear, turned on the water and climbed into the shower. The warm water felt good cascading over his body as he thought about Tim and their conversation the night before. He had heard of priests molesting choir boys, but now he had met one of the victims. This victim had also been caught by his father experimenting sexually with another boy. He still didn’t know if Tim was gay, straight, bi or some other description. Hell, there were so many variations these days. Regardless, Tim was now his friend and he wanted to help him. He couldn’t do it financially, but he had to find a way to help him any way he could. As Chris quietly stepped back inside his bedroom, he slipped the two zip lock bags into his dresser under some folded T-shirts.
Chris then got dressed and went downstairs to find his mom in the kitchen, “Happy Thanksgiving, mom.” She turned and smiled, “Happy Thanksgiving, Chris. Is Tim still asleep?” Chris said, “Yeah, he probably hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in a week. I didn’t want to disturb him. Mom, I want to help him. He doesn’t deserve this. I’m just not sure what to do. I don’t know how I can help, but I need to.” Chris’ mom smiled, “I know you want to help him Chris and I’m very proud of you for wanting to help him. Your passion for this is why he’s here this morning, sleeping in your bed. Your father and I want to help him because you see good in him. You can help by rallying support for him.” Chris smiled and said, “Thanks, mom. I know he’s a good kid and learned some things last night that make me want to help him even more. I’m going to go online to see what the requirements are for him to continue to go to school so he can graduate.” Mrs. Summers said, “That’s a good start. I’m making breakfast. I’ll let you know when to go up and wake Tim.” Chris hurried off, “Thanks mom.”
Tim awoke in a comfortable bed. He had slept well for the first time in a week. He remembered what had happened last night and the comfort he had received from the guy who had caught him after he had broken into that house. Anyone else would have called the police. Chris didn’t do that. Instead he offered his bed and his parent’s invited him for Thanksgiving dinner. His friend, Chris was truly an amazingly kind person. His friend. Tim smiled at the thought. He was just getting out of bed when Chris came in and said he’d come up to wake him for breakfast. Tim smiled and thanked him. He was being served breakfast. How had he stumbled into this family with a heart of gold.
Thanksgiving dinner was spread out on the table or rather tables as the kitchen and dining room tables were connected, end on end, and a smaller card table was set up for the younger kids. Before everyone started digging in, Mr. Summers said, “Amanda, your up.” Mrs. Summers stood up and said, "Every year, we go around the table, starting with the young ones and say what each of us is thankful for. The subject can be anything from religious to being thankful for the teacher not calling on me for the pop quiz. One rule..” Mrs. Summers looked at her dad and her father-in-law and continued, “No politics!” Most everyone at the tables laughed. Then Mrs. Summers said, “Ok, let’s start, Kelly?” The little girl said, “I’m thankful for my puppy. Even though I have to feed him every morning, he sleeps at my door every night to keep me safe.” That got a lot of Aws. When it got to Mrs. Summers’ mom, she said, “I’m thankful for my daughter’s rule of no politics being brought up.” Her husband was not amused. Mr. Summers’ mom said something similar, to laughter from everyone but the senior Mr. Summers. Then it came to Chris. He began, “I’m thankful for my family and the support I’ve been given throughout my childhood. I’ve never gone without anything I’ve ever needed. I’m not just talking about material things. I felt the love and support of my family throughout my growing years, and it’s still felt now that I’m in college and moving into adulthood. I’m thankful for all of that and more.” In the back of Chris’ mind, he was thinking of how some of his family would support him if he came out as gay. Then it was Tim’s turn. He began, “I’m thankful for everything I’ve had the privilege to experience in this world. But, more recently, I’m thankful for the kindness I’ve received from strangers who I hadn’t known until I broke into a house to stay warm. I committed a crime and the person who tackled me to keep me from escaping befriended me instead of having me arrested. His family gave me a bed to sleep in for the night and then laid a feast before me on this day of Thanksgiving. I can’t be more grateful for that.” There wasn’t a dry eye in the room except for the kids at the card table. Mrs. Summers said, “Thank you for that, Tim. Ok everyone, let’s eat.”
End of Chapter 48
