Meet the Parents
I stayed up with Carl after Bob went to bed. We talked about the kid breaking into our house. I had mixed feelings. Our home had been invaded, our possessions, the few we had that had any value, could have been stolen. On the other hand, a homeless kid had needed a warm place to sleep for a couple of nights and had been conscientious about cleaning up after himself. Carl initially had insisted that I tell Chris to call the police but after I explained what had actually happened, Carl’s heart found its way to agree with me. We both wanted to help this kid we didn’t know, because we trusted Chris’ judgement, or maybe it was his heart. We downed another drink and then went up to get ready for bed.
Once we got to Carl’s room, he moved some of his clothes in his dresser to one side so I could take my stuff out of my bag. Carl undressed while he watched me empty my bag into his dresser. I had half my things out of my bag when I noticed the two zip lock bags. I was startled when Carl’s voice, right next to me, asked, “What’s in the baggies?” I had intended to leave them in my bag so Carl wouldn’t see them, “Uh, nothing, just underwear.” Carl grinned and asked, “But why are they in zip lock bags?” Shit! I replied, “They’ve already been worn.” Carl wasn’t letting go, “Why would you pack underwear you’ve already worn?” I didn’t answer and kept emptying the other things from my bag. Carl wasn’t an idiot and suddenly announced, “Wait! They’ve already been worn, but not by you, and they’re in two separate bags! You pervert! Those are a pair of Chris’ and Elijah’s worn underwear, aren’t they?” I couldn’t help but grin with embarrassment as I admitted it, “It’s something Elijah started. Elijah always seemed to be wearing my underwear. What I hadn’t realized was that he was also taking underwear that I had worn the previous day. He said he liked to smell them when he was in his dorm room because it made him feel like I was close by.” Carl said, “Sounds sweet, though a bit kinky. So now he has you doing it too?” I nodded, “Chris too.” Carl laughed and teased, “The Kinky twinky trio. I can’t wait to tell Chuck about this.” I gave him the side eye and said, “You wouldn’t!” Carl said, “Watch me.” Then he stepped behind me and pressed his briefs-clad crotch against my butt and asked, “How is that throuple thing going anyway?” I said, “It’s going very well.” I took out my phone and showed Carl some of the pictures I had Matt take. The ones showing Chris’ and Elijah’s fingers linked, and the ones with their heads on my chest. Carl said, “Looks like they really care for you, and each other. I don’t know if something like that can last, but you guys seem to be making it work.” As Carl pulled my T-shirt off over my head and then reached around to open my pants, I said, “So, you and Carl seem to be stepping things up as well.” As Carl pulled my zipper down and pushed my pants down below my buns, he said, “We both admitted that we’re really into each other. When we get back home, Chuck and I want to discuss something with you.” As he pressed his briefs clad crotch into my briefs clad butt, I said jokingly, “Carl, I don’t think a double throuple would work.” Carl chuckled in my ear and said, “It’s an interesting concept and would be fun trying, but then haven’t we been kinda doing that all along?” I smiled as I got his point and said, “Yes, I guess we have been, but not in the serious way like our throuple and you and Chuck have been.” I turned my head and Carl and I kissed, then Carl said, “Good point but it’s still fun to play. After all, variety is the spice of life.” Carl then turned me around, dropped to his knees, and then pulled my briefs down, freeing my stiff cock. Carl wasted no time in taking it into his mouth. I smiled down at him and recalled the first time he’d sucked my cock. My first ever from a guy. He was the first guy I had ever had sex with. I now knew we would always love each other but would never be a couple. We’d be partners only in brotherhood, best friends with benefits. I could live with that. Hell, I’m looking forward to it. I eventually coaxed Carl off his knees and onto the bed so we could sixty-nine. There would be no fucking tonight. We’d make too much noise.
Elijah was sitting with his dad, watching tv. Elijah told his dad about how well he was doing with his classes and things. He also said he wished his campus was a little closer to home so he could visit more frequently. His dad was pleased that Elijah would want to visit more frequently and told him there are some great universities close by, but Elijah would have to request a transfer with the same scholarships as he has now, since they couldn’t afford to pay much more for the tuition. Elijah was encouraged by his father’s recommendation, but not for the reasons he had suggested. Elijah then received a call from Josh. He told his dad, “It’s Josh. He’s home for Thanksgiving too.” He answered, “Hey Josh. What up? So, what did you get?” Josh replied, “I’m not going to tell you. How bout we stop by and I show you.” Elijah’s dad heard the excitement in his voice, “Dude! You have to give me a ride!” Josh replied, “We’ll be over in fifteen minutes.”
Elijah was waiting outside when he saw the red Miata drive up with Josh behind the wheel and Matt in the passenger seat. Elijah walked up to the car with a big smile on his face, “Holy shit, dude. What a sick ride!” Josh put the top down to show Elijah how it stored even though it was chilly out. Elijah was almost giddy, “Fuckin’ fire, dude! How’d you steal this ride?” Josh looked over at Matt with a grin before turning back to Elijah, “Bro, you’re not going to believe this, but those twins I told you about? They knew before I did what I was going to choose. They’re fucking freaks! They talked to each other about whether I’d choose the red one or the blue one, meaning the red Miata or the blue Cooper Mini! I think they knew I was going to pick this one. The dealer gave me a great deal because my dad has been buying cars there for years.” Josh then lowered the roof into the rear compartment to show off the convertible. Elijah grinned and said, “Fuckin’ sick, dude.” “Language, Elijah!”, Elijah turned, hearing his mom’s voice. His dad and mom had come out to greet Josh. Josh smiled sheepishly and apologized, “Sorry, mom. It is a sweet ride though, you have to admit that.” Mr. Weaver said, “It sure is, but it only seats two.” Mrs. Weaver said, “He’s a single college kid. He only needs two seats, and besides, I’m sure his parents are glad there’s no back seat.” Everyone looked at Mrs. Weaver in shock. Elijah said, “Mom! I can’t believe you said that.” Mr. Weaver was grinning at his wife and said, “Very good point. Maybe we should get Elijah one of those.” Elijah shook his head and said, “Parents can be embarrassing sometimes.” Josh and Matt just laughed and climbed out of the car. Josh introduced Matt, Mr. and Mrs. Weaver; this is Matthew.” Matt gave Josh a side eye and said, “Pleased to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Weaver. Just call me Matt.” Mrs. Weaver smiled and said, “Nice to meet you, Matt. I take it you know Josh from college?” Matt said, “Yes, Josh and I have a couple classes together and we sometimes study together.” Elijah interrupted, “Mom, dad, why don’t you talk to Matt for a bit and get to know him while Josh gives me a ride in his Miata?” Mr. Weaver said, “You can’t wait to get in that car, can you, Elijah? Go ahead, we’ll entertain Matt for a few minutes." Elijah looked to Matt and said, “I don’t mean to dump you off on my parents, Matt, but I gotta get a ride in this thing.” Matt smiled and said, “It is one sick ride, Elijah. Go ahead. I’d like to get to know your parents.” Elijah then looked to his best friend and said, “Let’s go, bro. I wanna see how this ride glides.” Josh grinned and said, “Hop in.”
Twenty minutes later, the Miata pulled into the Weaver driveway with Elijah behind the wheel and the top down. Mrs. Weaver looked wide-eyed at the lowered top and said, “It’s November, and you’re driving with the top down!?” Elijah had an ear-to-ear grin that wasn’t going away any time soon, “Mom, the heat keeps the inside of the car warm. This is an awesome ride!” Mr. Weaver asked Josh, “Could I get a ride, just around the block, Josh?” Josh smiled and said, “Of course, Mr. Weaver. Wanna drive?” Mr. Weaver climbed in the driver’s seat with a huge smile. They backed out of the driveway while Elijah, Matt and Mrs. Weaver went inside. They returned fifteen minutes later. So much for just around the block. When Josh and Mr. Weaver came inside, Elijah was just finishing up giving Matt a tour of the place. Mrs. Weaver brought the boys some iced tea, then Josh and Matt told the Weavers about their accident and the two guys rescuing them just in time before Josh’s car dropped thirty feet down onto the highway below. Josh had Matt show them the scar on his arm from the cut he received and you could see where the stitches were starting to dissolve already. Then Josh told them about the strange but adorable twins who they overheard talking about which car Josh would choose, the red or the blue. Mrs. Weaver rolled her eyes, but Matt said, “I heard them say it too. It makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up every time I think about it. There’s also news footage of Steve and Ian saving people, being there at just the right time and risking their lives to save other people. It’s eerie, but pretty sick.” Mr. Weaver asked, “Pretty sick?” Elijah laughed and said, “Sick is a new slang word for awesome or cool, dad.” Mrs. Weaver smiled and said, “Even I knew that Brian (Mr. Weaver’s first name). Elijah uses it a lot.” After catching up, Crystal (Mrs. Weaver) chased the guys out of the kitchen so she could finish preparing tomorrow’s Thanksgiving dinner, “Not you, Brian. You can help.”, she said as Mr. Weaver started heading for the living room. Elijah, Josh, and Matt went out back and tossed the football around. They also made plans to get together on Friday afternoon. Around ten o’clock, Josh and Matt headed out. Elijah watched TV with his parents until they went to bed and then went to his bedroom where he pulled out the two baggies. He opened them and pulled them out one by one and inhaled deeply causing his cock to harden. He undressed and laid down on his bed. He took turns sniffing each pair of underwear as he stroked his cock and imagined them being there with him. He soon was pumping a load out on his chest and abs. After scooping up pools of his cum with his fingers and licking them off, imagining the cum was Jeremy’s and Chris’, he used his T-shirt to wipe up the remainder. He returned the underwear back into their zip lock bags before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
Josh drove Matt home but stopped about two blocks from his house in a space under a shadow from a tree where they kissed. Josh groped Matt’s cock causing it to harden. Josh then said to Matt, “Pull it out. I want to suck it.” Matt asked, “Here?” Josh said, “There’s no one out and we’re under a tree where the streetlight isn’t on us.” Matt smiled and pulled his stiff cock out of his fly and Josh began to lean down toward it. Just then, a light on the front porch of a house nearby came on and a man came out with a dog on a leash. Matt said, “Josh! Stop! Someone just came out of their house!” Josh sat up and saw the guy with his dog walking toward them, “Shit!” Josh started the car and Matt tucked his cock back in his pants and said, “Fuck it. Just drop me off, Josh. That just wrecked the moment for me. We’ll get another opportunity tomorrow.” Josh smiled and said, “Yeah. I’m also hoping we get a chance to have a three-way with Elijah if you’re into it.” Matt smiled and said, “Oh, hell yes!” Josh pulled in front of Matt’s house. After noticing the house was dark, he leaned over and gave Josh a kiss before opening the door and getting out, “See you tomorrow after dinner, Josh.” Josh smiled and said, “You bet, babe.” After watching Matt walk to his house and wave before going inside, Josh headed home.
I woke up Thanksgiving morning being kissed. I returned the kiss and then slowly opened my eyes. The eyes looking back at me were not Carl’s. Suddenly they broke the kiss and straightened up. Chuck was looking down at me and asked, “What chu doin’ in bed with my boyfriend?” I stared up at him in shock. Then a big grin formed as Chuck said, “Gotcha! I left early and Mrs. Buller said I should just go up and wake you guys.” Carl sat up and leaned over and he and Chuck kissed as I smiled and was suddenly glad Carl and I put our underwear back on before going to sleep last night. Chuck then asked, “You guys get any last night?” I looked at Carl wondering what he was going to say. Carl said, “We just sixty-nined before going to sleep. Didn’t want to make any noise, although I guess I did moan a little when I came.” I wasn’t sure where this was going to go. Chuck then asked, “Did you video it?” Carl said, “No. Sorry, I didn’t even think about it.” Chuck said, “Damn! It would have been nice to watch and jack off to over the weekend.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I felt my face flush. Chuck looked at me grinning and said, “What? You don’t think I’d get off on watching you two in a sixty-nine? Or would you be too shy being filmed. It’s not like I haven’t seen you having sex before.” I said, “Yeah, but since you two have been getting serious, I didn’t know if you still were into, uh, playing with others.” Carl and Chuck both laughed, and then Carl said, “Chuck and I discussed it and we’re still both into playing with others and he knows you and I have a special relationship.” Chuck said, “Yeah, we both want a relationship, but we’re still wanting to play around. I told Carl that I like having fun, especially you guys, but that it’s Carl that I want to wake up to in my bed.” I stammered, “Uh, well, I didn’t want to sleep in Karla’s bed and..” Chuck laughed, “This weekend is an exception, Jeremy. I expected you and Carl to play around. I just wish you’d send me a video to give me something to jack off to since I’ll be alone most of the time.” Carl said, “Let’s get a shower before going down for breakfast. Want to join us, Chuck?” Chuck smiled and said, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Carl. I’ll go down and introduce myself to your parents more formally. Your mom had me come up to wake you as soon as we introduced ourselves.”
When Carl and I got downstairs, we found Chuck in the kitchen helping to make breakfast. Karla said, “Good morning, dear. Good morning, Jeremy. Your friend, Chuck, has been helping me make breakfast. I really like him.” Chuck grinned and turned a little red, “Thank you, Mrs. Buller.” She smiled and said, “Call me Karla, Chuck.” Chuck smiled and said, “Ok, Karla, thank you.” Karla looked at Carl and said, "He’s very polite, too, just like Jeremy.” Bob was in the doorway and said, "She’s just teasing you, son, trying to get a rise out of you.” Karla grinned and said, “Stop bailing him out, Robert.” Bob laughed and said, “Ouch!” She only called him Robert when she was angry or teasing him. Fortunately, this time she was teasing. They had a light breakfast and then Karla went back to preparing Thanksgiving dinner with Bob helping. The three boys insisted on cleaning up the breakfast dishes. At one point, Carl looked at the amount of food his mom was preparing and said, “Mom, who are you feeding, an army?” Karla laughed and said, “Well, I know how much you can eat and multiply that by three.” Carl said, “That’s still twice what we’ll all eat!” Karla laughed and said, “I know, but mom just had her knee surgery and your father and I are taking over a meal for them since they can’t come over here for dinner. I’d ask you to come along, but I know your friend Chuck has to drive back later and you’ll want to see him off.” Carl said, “That makes sense. I would like to see Grandma and Pop Pop, but I’ll stop by sometime this weekend. Maybe Jeremy will come along so I can introduce him to them.” I said, “I’ve met them already one time when Kayla and I came to visit but I wouldn’t mind seeing them again.”
Thanksgiving dinner was delicious, and everyone was stuffed more than the turkey had been. We cleaned up while Bob and Karla put food in containers that would make at least two meals for her parents. Carl, Chuck, and I each grabbed a beer and went into the living room to watch football. Bob joined us a few minutes later, waiting for Karla to get ready. A half hour went by and the first quarter was over. Karla came in and said, “Ready to go dear. It was nice meeting you, Chuck. I hope we’ll see you again soon. We’ll be back in a few hours.” Bob got up and they carried the bags of food to the car and headed off.
At halftime, we were seated on the sofa. Carl was in between Chuck and me. I noticed Chuck’s hand reach over and slowly work its way from Carl’s left knee to his crotch. Carl did the same to Chuck and then Carl also reached over and was soon fondling my own growing erection. Chuck looked over and with a mischievous smile, said, “When the cats are away.” Carl laughed and said, “Yeah, but we need to take this up to my bedroom. I don’t need the living room to smell like sex when my parents get home.”
We made our way up to Carl’s room and began undressing each other. Our three cocks ground together against our bodies, drooling precum as we engaged in a three-way kiss. We then broke apart and made a triangle on Carl’s bed as I sucked Chuck’s cock, he sucked Carl’s and Carl sucked mine. We worked each other’s cocks for a while until Chuck pulled off Carl’s cock and suggested, “Why don’t you two spit roast me.” Carl pulled off my cock and said, “You don’t have to ask twice.” Chuck got on all fours as Carl climbed off the bed and pulled a condom and some lube from a drawer. Chuck positioned himself so his face was at the edge of the side of the bed. I was surprised when Carl threw the condom and lube to me and said, “Fuck him good, Jeremy.” I rolled the condom on and then began working some lube into Chuck’s hole with my middle finger. Carl walked to the edge of the bed and Chuck began licking his cock and balls. I added a second finger and as I began working them in and out, Chuck turned back to me and said, “I need your cock inside me, Jeremy. Fuck me.” Chuck then turned back to Carl and Carl fed him his cock. I lubed up my condom sheathed cock and slowly pressed it to Chuck’s tight ring. As I pressed forward, Chuck pushed back slightly, taking the head of my cock inside him. I slowly sank inch after inch inside his tight, hot hole as Chuck moaned on Carl’s cock. Once I was tightly pressed against Chuck’s firm butt, I paused to allow him to get used to me. Suddenly, Chuck began rocking back and forth, fucking himself on my cock while he moaned with pleasure on Carl’s cock. Carl was grinning widely as he watched his boyfriend fuck himself on my cock. I was soon pushing forward as Chuck moved back, slapping my abs and balls against his butt cheeks. Carl said, “Fuck yeah, Jeremy! Fuck him hard like he likes it!” Chuck responded with, “MMMMhmm.”, as he sucked on Carl’s shaft. Just when I was getting close, Carl pulled out of Chuck’s mouth and said, “Get on your back, Chuck. Jeremy let’s swap. Remove the condom and fuck his mouth.” I pulled out of Chuck and removed the condom. My cock was slick with the precum it had been drooling. Chuck flipped onto his back with his head just over the side of the bed. I climbed off the bed as Carl climbed onto it. Chuck opened his mouth as Carl pulled Chuck’s legs up onto his shoulders and slowly buried his cock inside Chuck’s eager hole. Chuck reached out and grabbed my hips as he pulled me into his mouth. He choked as he tried to take my whole cock in his mouth. Once he stopped coughing, he pulled me into his mouth once more and I began fucking his mouth, being careful not to shove it in all the way. Soon skin slapping on skin was heard loudly as Carl was fucking Chuck hard and deep. Chuck was moaning on my cock as I pumped it in his mouth. Chuck’s cock was drooling a puddle of precum onto his abs and I bent down and licked it up, then took his cock in my mouth and we sixty-nined as Carl fucked him. I was getting close, and Carl said, “I close. Carl, want me to breed you or shoot it on you?” I moved upright so I could pull my cock from Chuck’s mouth to let him respond. As I did, I noticed he was red-faced as he had my whole cock buried in his throat. Once I pulled my cock from his mouth, Chuck yelled, “Fuck! I’m cumming!” His cock began shooting ropes of cum on his chest, then his face and then his abs as he said, “Pull out and paint me, Carl! Jeremy, shoot it on my face!” Chuck tilted his head back slightly and the cum he had shot on his face started slowly seeping up his cheeks as he opened his mouth. After only a few strokes, I was painting Chuck’s face with my cum, shooting some directly into his mouth. Carl had released Chuck’s legs after pulling out of him. After straddling Chuck’s legs, he began firing wad after wad of thick white cum on Chuck’s face, chest and abs, adding to our cum cocktail. All three of us were grinning as we caught our breath. Then Carl and I began licking the cum off Chuck’s body, periodically pausing to kiss each other and share the cum mixture between us. Once we had licked up most of the cum, we went in and showered each other clean. I couldn’t believe it when we returned to Carl’s room and Chuck picked up his phone and began checking the video recording of us having sex. I asked, “You recorded us?” Chuck said, “Yeah. I hope you don’t mind. I won’t show it to anyone else. It will give me something to beat off to this weekend.” I smiled and said, “As long as you don’t show it to anyone else.” Chuck left to return home almost immediately after we went back downstairs. Fortunately, we caught the interviews at the end of the game because Bob asked us how the game went when he and Karla returned home.
Thanksgiving evening, the last football game had ended as Mrs. Summers and her sister finished cleaning up the dishes. After seeing off all the dinner guests, Chris announced, “I need to go check on Jer and Carl’s place. Would it be ok if Tim and I stayed there tonight? Jer said it would be ok and you now know Tim isn’t some serial killer. It’s a little tight in that double bed of mine, and Tim is somewhat of a bed hog.” Tim replied, “I’m so sorry, Chris. I normally sleep alone and..” Tim stopped talking as he noticed everyone grinning at him. Chris nudged him in the side where his parents couldn’t see. Mr. Summers said, “What do you think, Amanda? I don’t see why they can’t sleep there if it’s ok with Chris’ friends.” Mrs. Summers said, “We only insisted you stay here last night so we could meet your burglar and know he wasn’t some nut job or drug addict. Now that we’ve met Tim, I don’t see why not. But Tim, I want you to know we’re going to see what we can do to help you out.” Tim smiled and said, “Thank you, both and thanks again for that delicious dinner. This was the best day I’ve had in a long time.” Mrs. Summers came over and gave Tim a hug and Mr. Summers shook his hand. Then Mrs. Summers said, “If you want, you’re both invited for breakfast tomorrow morning.” Chris said, “I’m not sure what time we’ll be getting up.” Mrs. Summers smiled and said, “Ok. How about lunch and dinner?” Tim looked to Chris and Chris smiled, “That would be great, mom. Thanks.” On their way to the car, Tim said, “You have the best parents, Chris. Do you think we could stop by the park so I can grab my stuff?” Chris said, “Of course. I hope it’s still there.”
After Thanksgiving dinner, Elijah drove over to Josh’s. He arrived at the same time as Matt. Josh met them at the door and told them that his dad wanted to say hello. Mr. Sanders beamed when he saw Elijah walk into the living room. He got up and Matt grinned as he watched Mr. Sanders chest bump Elijah and then gave him a bro hug and then asked him, “How you been, Elijah? I don’t get to see you any more. How’s college treating you?” Elijah said, “Great. Keeping my GPA up and having a lot of fun. It’s a long drive though. I was talking to my dad about a transfer a little closer so I could visit more often.” Mr. Sanders said, “Let me get you guys a beer.” Mrs. Sanders said, "Brock, they’re driving!” Mr. Sanders replied, "They can have one or two, Julie. They won’t be leaving right after they’re done drinking.” Mr. Sanders returned with a beer for each of them and then said, “Have a seat and watch the game, guys.” It wasn’t quite what Josh had in mind, but they all sat, watched the game until it was over. When the game ended, Josh said, “We’re going up to my room to play some video games, dad.” Mr. Sanders said, “Ok, have fun boys.” As they went into Josh’s room and he closed the door, Josh said, “Sorry guys, not what I had in mind, but you know how my dad is Elijah, and he hasn’t seen you in a while.” Elijah said, “Yeah, it was good seeing him again, and your mom.” Josh turned on his Xbox and sat down between Elijah and Matt. He turned and kissed Matt while he reached and put his hands on both Matt’s and Elijah’s crotches. Just then the sound of the doorknob turning startled them. Josh just removed his hands from their crotches and turned toward the door, when his mom popped her head in and asked, “Would you boys want a snack or anything?” In a slightly annoyed voice, Josh said, “No, thanks, mom.” She said, “Ok. Let me know if you want anything.” Then she left, leaving Josh’s door ajar. Matt said, “Looks like we’re just playing video games tonight.” Josh said, “Yeah, I guess.” Elijah said, “My dad works tomorrow, and mom is going Black Friday shopping. We could get together at my house tomorrow.” Josh and Matt smiled, and Josh said, “Sounds like a plan.” They played video games for a few hours and then Elijah and Matt both headed home to bed.
Carl and I were just getting into bed when I received a call from Chris, “Hey, Chris, what’s up? You didn’t catch another robbery in progress I hope.” Chris replied, “No. Everything is fine. You don’t mind if I stay here tonight with Tim do you? My double bed was a little cramped last night.” I laughed and asked rhetorically, “You two slept together in a double bed? Who was the big spoon, haha?” The image of waking up with Tim’s butt pressed tightly against his crotch flashed before Chris. He replied, “Yes, I have a double bed and mom insisted Tim stay there with me last night.” I laughed and said, “I already told you that you could sleep there. I just don’t want the kid staying in the house alone. So, what did your parents think of him?” Chris smiled as he said, “They love him. My mom fawned over him the whole time. I need to tell you more about him, but I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone else. He’s been abused, but I can’t go into detail. He seems like a genuinely good person, and very polite. I almost feel bad about tackling him last night.” I smiled, knowing Chris had a heart of gold, “Sounds like your mom isn’t the only one fawning over him.” Chris replied, “I feel badly for him. He’s been getting the short end. I just want to help him out. He needs a friend, and I want to be there for him.” I smiled to myself and said, “I can’t wait to meet this kid. I’ll call you when Carl and I leave so you can both be there when we get back on Sunday.” Chris replied, “Sounds good. I think Tim will be nervous as hell, but we’ll be here.”
“What will I be nervous about?”, Tim had just returned from a shower and overheard Chris’ last remark before ending the call with Jeremy. Chris said, “That was Jer, one of the guys who live here. He asked that you and I be here when they return on Sunday.” Chris was amused at the Spiderman pajama bottoms Tim was wearing. Tim thought, Jer, that’s the guy Chris ended the call with last night with, ‘I love you too.’ Then it hit him, “They want me here when they get back on Sunday? What are they going to do? I don’t know if I can look them in the eye after I invaded their house. Do they know I’m sleeping here tonight?” Chris smiled and said, “Tim. Relax. Yes, they know you’re sleeping here tonight. They’re ok with it. Jer wants to meet you. That’s all. They’re not going to string you up or anything.” Tim said, “Ok. I’m not looking forward to it though.” Chris smiled and said, “Tim, I’m sure they’ll take a liking to you just as my mom and dad did, hell, my whole family did, including my cousins.” There was that smile that Chris rarely saw on Tim’s face. He couldn’t help but smile too.
While Tim played a video game, Chris went to take a shower. He stopped in Jeremy’s bedroom and pulled two zip lock baggies out of his bag. He opened each one and took a deep sniff of the contents before reclosing them and placing them back in his bag. He then went into Jeremy’s ensuite and climbed into the shower where he closed his eyes and recalled the scents he had just inhaled. He was soon coating the shower wall with his creamy white seed. When Chris was finished showering, he and Tim played some more video games before going to bed. Tim was to sleep in Carl’s room and Chris went into Jeremy’s room to sleep. Chris could already smell Jeremy’s scent in the room, so he only pulled out the baggie containing Elijah’s underwear. He opened it slightly and put it between the two pillows. Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, Chris heard a light knock on the bedroom door, “Yes?”, he asked. Tim’s voice, “Are you asleep?” Obviously not! Chris said, “Is something wrong, Tim?” Tim opened the door slightly, “Can we talk?” Chris said, “Sure. Come in.” Tim walked in and stood by the bed. Chris slid over and said, “Lay down and tell me what you want to talk about.” Tim climbed in beside Chris and after looking at him, turned back to look at the ceiling. Several minutes passed and neither of them said a word. Finally, Chris asked, “You wanted to talk?” Tim said, “I’m sorry. I was just trying to figure out where to start. What if I think I might be gay? How would I know for sure? I think about boys a lot but I don’t know if it’s because of what the pastor did or when my friend wanted to trade blowjobs. I’m really confused.” Chris was overwhelmed by the onslaught of questions being thrown at him. Some of them, questions he had asked himself. He didn’t have all the answers, so he did his best at trying to be his friend, “Tim, you’ve been through a lot. What you said that your pastor did to you was terrible, but that doesn’t make you gay. Whether or not you enjoyed what your pastor did to you doesn’t make you gay nor straight. It was just a despicable act on his part. That being said, the encounter with your friend that your father caught you in; Did you feel coerced into it or were you a willing partner?” Tim still focused on the ceiling, “When he suggested it, I thought about the pastor and was worried he just wanted to use me, but then he said he’d do me first. It felt so good and to look down at him doing it made me even harder. I’m sorry, should I go back to bed?” Chris noticed the tent in the Spiderman pajamas and smiled, “Not unless you want to. Do you think about girls? What kind of wet dreams do you have?” Tim suddenly turned toward me and then looked away, “Wet dreams?” Chris smiled, “Yeah, you know, the dreams you have when you wake up with your underwear soaked with cum.” Tim’s response was so cute, “So, that’s normal?” Chris chuckled, “Of course it is, Tim.” He replied, “I was taught that it was sinful to lust after another and that dreams like that were a sign of an evil person.” Chris smiled and asked, “So, was this something that pastor said?” I saw the light suddenly come on as Tim said, “Yes! I see how deceitful our pastor is now! I still don’t know if I like boys or girls yet, but I know my pastor is not a good man.” Chris said, “He obviously isn’t. He should be reported. The only problem is someone would have to come forward.” Tim said, “I don’t think I could do that.” A few more minutes passed, and Tim said, “What if I told you the wet dreams I’ve had involved boys.” Chris smiled and said, “Only boys?” Tim looked over to gauge Chris’ reaction and said, “Yes, just other boys. It’s not always the same one. Some of them were boys from school. At other times it was a boy from our choir. I think the pastor probably molested him too since he’s kinda cute. Am I getting too weird talking about this?” Chris said, “Not at all. That’s what friends are for, talking about things you can’t or don’t want to talk about with other people, including your parents.” Chris looked over at Tim and realized he was focused between the two pillows. Elijah’s underwear! Shit! Chris said, “Can you keep a secret, Tim?” Tim looked back to Chris, “Of course. You’re my friend. I think I just came out to you just now, so I trust you and you can trust me.” Chris took a deep breath, “Tim, I’m gay. I’m still in the closet and I’m not sure when I’ll tell my parents. Only a few people know and now you’re one of them. I should have told you sooner, but I wasn’t sure if I could trust you until now.” Tim said, “I’m glad you told me, Chris. I overheard you say, ‘I love you too.’ to that Jer guy and wondered if it meant what I hoped it did.” The last part of what Tim said caught Chris off guard, “You hoped?” Tim smiled and said, “Yeah, when I watched you guys playing football, I wasn’t just watching the game. Several of you are pretty, um, good looking and you have some really nice bodies. There was one guy though, he seemed obviously gay. Just the way he walked and talked made me sure he was gay, and all of you treated him like just one of you.” Chris smiled, “You must be talking about Taylor. He’s Jerome’s boyfriend so he’s not available.” Tim said, “Oh, no! He’s not my type. I was just saying that I was sure he was gay, very feminine.” Chris laughed, “Yeah, he is. So, what is your type?” Tim smiled and turned bright red. Chris saw the look on Tim’s face and said, “You don’t mean me.” Tim just nodded and then said, “There were a couple other guys that I thought were really hot too, mostly the ones who you walked back to the house with. When I was following you, I wasn’t only listening. I was staring at three butts that were fire. One of them was yours.” It was Chris’ turn to turn red, “Well, first of all, I already have boyfriends. Secondly, you’re only seventeen.” Tim asked, “Did I hear you correctly? You said boyfriends?” Chris said, “We can talk about that another time, but yes, I said boyfriends.” Tim said, “Ok, but I’ll be eighteen on the twenty fourth of December.” Chris smiled and said, “Really? I guess you’re not that much younger than me then. A Christmas Eve baby, huh?” Tim said, “Yeah, sometimes I felt cheated because it seemed like Christmas was always more important than my birthday. Other kids would get presents twice a year, but I only got them once.” Chris saw Tim glance toward the area between the pillows again and said, “I’ll tell you about what’s in the bag when I tell you about the boyfriends, ok? Now, we need to get some sleep.” Tim said, “I noticed that bag and wondered what was in it, but I’ll wait for the explanation, just don’t wait too long because I’m very curious about both things. Do you mind if I just sleep here with you tonight?” Chris smiled and said, “Sure, that will be ok. Goodnight, Tim.” Chris kissed Tim on his forehead. Tim smiled and said, “Goodnight, Chris. Thanks for the talk. It’s nice having you as a friend.” Chris didn’t reply, but was thinking the same thing.
End of Chapter 49
