Discovering A Mute Boy
Chapter 21
Renewing Friendships
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EXCERPT FROM BROTHERS
Even though it was warm in the room I grabbed the covers pulling it over us just in case his mom or dad decided to poke their head into the room. It wouldn’t do to be caught with him burrowed up to me stark naked as I realized somewhere along the line we both had simply forgotten about the underwear he had held in his hands earlier before things sort of got sidetracked. Cody inhaled deeply as if feeling the same thing as me, a sort of unique connection to one another. In a way he had become the little brother I never had and I suppose I had become the big brother he always wanted. ‘Brothers,’ I thought to myself in surprise because I kind of liked the idea.
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RENEWING FRIENDSHIPS
My time with Cody seemed to have set me on the path of healing. Even our little chat regarding sex seemed to go well with us talking about it in more general kinds of terms as I explained to him about masturbation and why boys seem to get the urge at times; especially, once puberty starts to insinuate itself into our lives. I even kept the topic of puberty in basic terms letting him know about how his body will change in similar ways to what he had noticed on me when we had taken a bath together. I didn’t get into a lot of details such as actual sex with another person, expelling semen, pregnancies, and other stuff, but did touch on the simple things like the way he felt in regards to his orgasm and how his body will change as he starts to get older. It seemed to be enough for him and in a way it sort of bonded us even closer.
We had snuggled up together idly under the covers enjoying the company until it was time to get dressed and ready for school. Mrs. Atkins walked Cody to his school, under protest of course, while Mr. Atkins drove me to mine and waited with me until PopPop showed up. We then discussed the situation regarding Cody coming to the lake cabin for a week and Pops thought it a good idea believing it would allow the younger boy some time to get away from everything. Cody’s dad seemed a little relieved and thanked us saying if there were any issues that his wife would have no problems coming to pick him up, but my grandfather assured Mr. Atkins all would be well.
After Mr. Atkins left, PopPop and I chatted some more with him noting I was looking better. I had to admit I was feeling better, which seemed to relieve my grandfather some. He knew this was only the beginning, but understood it was a big step in the right direction having gone through it with me a couple of times now. I thanked him for bringing my book bag and a sack lunch reminding him what time he needed to pick me up. Pops told me he already packed my things and when he got home he would pack up the car before heading to work. He only had a few errands to run after he got everything done at his practice, but would pick me up at the appropriate time.
The school day seemed to zip by and it was kind of amazing how different things were when a guy wasn’t in such a hazy kind of fog. I still had my moments when the emotions would kind of catch up, but to my surprise I managed to handle them better today. I suppose in some ways I was beginning to get a grip on what had happened. Marty’s death still weighed heavily on me, but I was determined not to let it drag me down again.
Still, today was tough on me though because I had to make some heavy choices now that summer was upon me. One of those decisions had to do with where the relationship between me and Sienna was heading. I know I hadn’t been great company, but when you are a couple, one person is supposed to be there for the other one in times of need. I began to realize that the two of us simply weren’t meant to be boyfriend and girlfriend together in that kind of way. It was really difficult since it was a first for me and I really didn’t know any good way to go about it, but I did break up with her feeling bad because she had taken it a bit hard.
Now as I stood under the warm spray of water cascading over my body all alone in the empty gym shower room I sighed a bit sadly with my thoughts beginning to wander over today’s events. Today was my turn again, along with Joey, to stay after PE class to do some cleaning. It was the last day of phys-ed classes for the school year so the coach made sure it was a simple chore; especially, in light of the bigger project the two of us had the last time. He had expanded the gym bleachers so we could get behind them and clean up any trash along with sweeping things down.
With two sides, Joey took one to clean while I did the other area. I had finished first so got back to the locker room knowing there was still enough time for me to hop in the shower and get cleaned up before Pops arrived to pick me up. Of course we knew I had this duty today so it was why we had set a slightly later time for him to swing by before we made our way to the town of Eelee.
Like the last time there was a staff meeting the coach had to attend and he chuckled about it saying for some reason it seemed to always happen when he had the two of us cleaning up. He was glad it was us though because there were some kids he simply didn’t trust to leave alone. So giving us the same spiel as the last time he left us to get to it.
Jumping quickly under the warm water I made quick work of lathering up my hair and rinsing it out before soaping up my body and now standing under the spray letting it wash away the soapy suds while my mind wandered over my decision to break up with Sienna. There was a lingering guilt about it while at the same time a feeling of liberation. She hadn’t taken it well, bursting into tears and by the time the end of the day rolled around she had told all her friends about it trying to make it sound as if it had been her idea. Of course no one really believed her because it had happened in the hallway at lunch time.
It happened before heading over to sit with Joey for lunch like I did every day. I had gone to find Sienna first pulling her off to the side for a little more privacy. I had been so nervous I wasn’t really exactly sure what I said, but I knew I had stumbled all over my tongue. Somehow I managed to muddle through and I got the feeling I had been as gentle about it as possible, but she had burst into tears hustling away. Looking around I realized there were some kids standing around who were close enough that had probably heard some of the exchange. Word got around quickly how I broke up with Sienna despite her efforts to make it sound like she had broken up with me. It was semantics though and it didn’t matter to me if she wanted to say it was her idea.
My mind was so focused on Sienna I hadn’t even realized until it was too late that Joey had slipped into the shower sidling up behind me. I wasn’t even aware at first how he snuggled up his body up against mine wrapping his left arm over my left shoulder and across my chest while his right arm slipped under my right arm pit settling on my tummy. It all happened so fast, with it taking a moment to register when I suddenly jolted in surprise as panic gripped my insides because I was disoriented for a second or two.
It snapped me right out of my musings with the overwhelming feeling of alarm and dread making me react instantly. “Please don’t hit me.” I cried out immediately crouching down and tossing my hand up protectively everything spinning out of control all around.
There was a rush of noise in my ears drowning everything out and for a second I thought I was going to drown. I was holding my breath for some reason and then suddenly gasped with warm air rushing into my lungs while I shook in despair. I could hear someone speaking and it sounded muted at first until I was finally able to make it out.
“Latham, can you hear me…Latham.” I heard Joey’s voice quivering with concern. “Oh my god…I…I’m so sorry. Please forgive me." the boy was saying as he knelt next to me.
“Wh…what?” I asked the fog starting to clear seeing him sigh in relief as he stood up and slowly backed away with his arms held out indicating he wasn’t going to hurt me.
“I…I’m so sorry Latham. I shouldn’t have startled you like that. I…I’ll just take a shower over on the other side. I’m sorry.” He apologized with me standing up on wobbly legs seeing him retreating to the other side and watching him from behind.
It took me a second to realize he had only wanted to have a bit of fun or at the very least sort of cuddle up with me. For the most part I had been my old self all day long at school and he knew it so I’m sure he felt I might be up for a bit of playfulness. We were completely alone in the shower room and the last time we had this sort of privacy I had sort of introduced him to the world of sex. It had actually been a first experience for both of us, and I recalled the moment fondly and felt bad now how I had sort of ruined what might have been another nice memory.
With his back turned towards me I watched as the other boy turned on the shower testing it before stepping up under the warm water. He placed his face in his hands and I could see him shuddering and knew I had made him cry, once more making me feel awful at my reaction towards his tender embrace. Oddly enough I could still feel him hugging me from behind and I yearned for the tender contact. He had shown nothing but kindness and support to me throughout this whole time and I had rejected him in a moment of his own weakness. I’m sure he was feeling bad by how he had let his lust take over his senses, but I didn’t feel bad about the way it had gotten the better of him since I knew how these things sort of happened. Besides, we did care about one another deeply and in many ways I now craved the intimate contact as well.
The other boy was still crying softly when I made my way over to him and reached out placing my hand on his shoulders. I felt him flinch at my placid contact, but he didn’t shy away with both of us standing there for a couple of seconds until he finally turned around stepping into me as we embraced. He was shorter than me as he placed his head on my shoulder and in the crook of my neck with our bare chests pressed up against one another. I could feel his erection pressing up against the bottom part of my ball sack and a thrill ran up and down inside of me with my own thick penis firming up and rubbing along the smoothness of his pubic mound.
“I’m sorry Joey. I’ve been such a jerk lately.” I sighed softly with him leaning back slightly and looking into my eyes. “It’s just…,” I began to explain but got cut off when he leaned forward pressing his damp warm lips up against mine.
There was tenderness in the kiss, but a lot of passion as well. I felt his tongue slipping into my mouth with both of our taste probes vying for position. The inside of my mind suddenly exploded with all of my jumbled thoughts shattering in a million pieces. I had forgotten what it was like to simply enjoy the passion of the moment. Joey moaned in my mouth and I could feel his hips gyrating as he stood on his toes allowing both of our stiff torrid erections to rub up against one another. It was a sensational feeling and I could feel the juices inside of my boulders begin to churn.
His erection was smaller than mine, but it suddenly dawned on me it didn’t feel as small like I recalled. Joey kept humping his hips into me lifting his right leg and wrapping it around my hip as I reached down and supported it while he continued to grind into me. He was pressed up against the wall now, the steam of the warm water keeping our skin all slicked up. While my left hand began rubbing along his thigh, which was wrapped around my hip, my right hand reached down finding the smooth roundness of his melons that were burning hotly. I could tell he was ripe for the picking and by the way his penis was lurching around against mine he wasn’t going to be lasting long. Usually I was the one who had to be concerned about busting a nut so soon, but Joey seemed hungry for the sex making me wonder if he’s managed to find a way to take care of the typical teenaged urges and needs.
Our lips separated and we both gasped for air, but I didn’t pause in my own hunger as I began to lap my lips along the crook of his neck hearing the boy moaning in pleasure. His head tilted backwards leaning against the wall giving me more access to the smooth curvature of the silky skin along his neck. My lips nibbled along the smooth curvature careful not to cause any bruising while he continued to shiver and then squeak when I suddenly pumped my hips into his groin our erections pressing up hard against each other. The intensity of the feeling almost made him bust a nut, which sent a thrill inside of me knowing I could make him react so sensuously perverse.
My mouth traveled down a little further my tongue slithering across his creamy smooth chest noting just how youthfully hairless his body still was at this stage of his development. His skin tasted succulent as I began to slather my mouth around the edges of his boy teat making him shiver in delight. My warm breath made the sensitive area pimple up with little rounded goose bumps as my lips pressed over the dime sized pinkish brown nub. At the same time my right hand reached down with my fingers wrapping around his sweltering tube feeling it twitch excitedly as I began to suckle on his teat like a baby suckling up milk. I could hear Joey moaning in pleasure while I quivered because sucking on his boy tit was kind of hot and in my opinion way sexier than if it had been Sienna’s.
“Oh…oh…fuck Latham just finish me off already. It’s been days since I’ve been able to…eeeep,” he squeaked unable to finish because I suddenly got down on my knees and guiding his erection with my supple fingers slipped his hard penis inside the warmth of my mouth.
The boy instinctively tried to pull his penis out of my mouth having been caught off guard before realizing what happened. Once it dawned on him, he reversed direction and immediately slammed his pubic mound into my face trying to bury his phallus down my gullet. The sudden move surprised me and I almost gagged, but pulled far enough away to regain some control. His penis began to twitch inside of my mouth with his testicles jolting upwards and I could tell he was about to cum. The boy was almost too far gone and the way he was amped up I knew he wasn’t going to last long, but I still tried to prolong the process and immediately let his erection slip from between my lips my eyes widening in surprise when his meaty pickle slapped up against his no longer so hairless pubic mound.
The smaller boy moaned in protest while I tried to digest the image in front of me. He’s changed over the weeks since the last time we’ve fooled around together. Of course I’ve seen him naked after phys-ed class by our lockers and while taking a shower, but I hadn’t paid much attention these last many weeks. Now though I couldn’t ignore what twitched in front of my face. His hard penis had thickened up and gotten longer no longer having that sort of unbalanced kind of look where his bell end was bigger than his shaft. Now that its matured some his shaft took up about two thirds of his length with his nub taking up the other third looking more like most of the other kids in my class.
The last time I messed around with him his erection wasn’t quite as thick as my thumb and topped out at just under three inches long, but now it pinnacled at a good three and a half inches long and was about a thumb and a half in thickness. Along the root of his basilisk was a smattering of cinnamon brown colored pubes; newly grown creating a sparse fringe like spattering of scrub. Not enough to be considered a bush yet, but well on its way.
My eyes quickly wandered downwards noticing how even his loose skin purse dangled easily just beneath the root of the boy’s erection and weighed down heavily by his chestnut sized testicles. It was amazing what kinds of changes can take place in just a few weeks when puberty suddenly takes a firm hold on a boy at the cusp of maturity. Leaning in I slurped up one of his truffles the scent of warm water and boy musk of his sex sweat intermingling making me shiver when it hit my nose. My tongue rolled his testicle around inside my mouth reassessing the weight and volume noting it indeed had matured from the last time I had slurped him up. He’s always had a loose bag which dangled easily between his thighs, but the last time it was smaller holding cherry sized testicles feeling a bit crowded, but now his corks rolled around easily inside the loose purse of skin and had a bit of weight to them.
“Mmmmm, that feels so nice.” Joey moaned as I opened up my mouth and took his second nugget inside of my mouth with both of them crowding the compact space.
“Ooooh,” he hissed when I suckled on them creating a bit of suction while he reached down and wrapped his fingers in my wet hair.
My fingers reached around cupping his steamy hot ass before dipping between the crease searching for his puckered virginal ring. Joey flinched when my fingers ran around his shuttered opening before sighing and shivering when I pressed my finger against the erogenous zone. Like before he refused entry kind of disappointing me as I spit out his hard candy treats from my mouth focusing on something new.
“God you have a sexy hot ass and one of these days I’m going to fuck it good.” I hissed not realizing I had said it out loud before once more slipping his steely erection inside of my mouth making him buck all thoughts of my comment about fucking him flittering away and forgotten from both of our minds.
“Oh god my balls are hurting finish me off,” Joey squeaked as I got right down to business knowing I was finally out of time with his play toy.
My lips made a tight seal around the base of his shaft while I created a slight suction before I began to bob my head up and down the length of his shaft. My tongue lashed out slobbering all along the length and girth of his thick tuber detecting the many little nuances of his erection. On the one hand his spire felt silky smooth and soft yet also hard with lumps, bumps and tiny like creases. It tasted delectably delicious as I began to detect a small amount of slimy slickness dribbling out from the tip of his bulbous slit. It was his pre-cum and it had a sort of light sweet kind of flavor immediately making me yearn for more as I began to work his adolescent youthful sprig even more fervently. My tongue licked around the area of his circumcision scar the wrinkled skin feeling sensuous against my probe before I adjusted the angle running it along the ridge of his nub.
“Oh god, I…I’m almost…,” Joey hissed as I continued to bob up and down with my mouth.
Pressing my tongue into the meaty part of his pee slit I continued to probe for more juice while my right finger continued to prod his puckered pink grommet. Even my left hand was busy pleasuring the boy as they constricted around his testicles teasing them like you would when milking a cow’s teat. Just then I detected a change in his scent as if his pores were oozing out the quintessence of sex in all its purity.
“Aaaaarph, fuuuuuck meeeeee,” Joey suddenly screamed with his body seizing up and his ass cheeks clamping down tightly around my fingers.
My eyes widened in surprise when I felt his penis pulse sending a nice amount of slimy like melted buttery goop towards the back of my throat. At the same moment I felt his shaft suddenly thicken up and his knob flare obscenely in my mouth. Even his puckered pink grommet fluttered and pulsed tightly against my probing finger still refusing entry. The first intense pulse sent the boy’s sweet honey butter syrup deep into my throat with his heavy testicles leaping upwards into his body cavity remaining there for a good second or two before dropping back down into their skin receptacle.
“Eeeak,” I heard Joey squeak with the first pulse forcing his penis to recoil once as it vibrated there for a second or so before suddenly pulsing several more times the second throb spitting out another thick ropy string of warm syrup, but this time splattering against the roof of my mouth allowing me to get a taste of its sweet honeyed flavor.
“Aaaarph, uuuumph, uuuumph, uuuumph,” His body continued to jolt while he persistently pounded his groin into my face; fucking it without any shame while I allowed it and relished every naughty moment of his pubescent hormonal lustfulness.
It lasted only a few moments, but I enjoyed each and every second as I sucked and slurped his erection when with one final grunt and pelvic thrust his penis suddenly shriveled up in my mouth as the boy pushed me away. I let his soft three inch worm slip from my lips while he leaned back against the tiles of the shower room with his face completely slack and his eyes still closed as he breathed in and out gasping for air. I stood back up my own erection twitching around and I watched him as he began to recuperate with his deep cobalt blue eyes fluttering open and looking into my sprightly green orbs.
He suddenly stepped forward on wobbly legs pulling me into his body. “Oh god Latham, that was so fucking intense. It’s been days since I’ve been able to get off. Lately, every time I hop in the shower it seems like mom or Jewels need to get in for whatever reason and I’m never able to get off. Fuck, I hate having so many damn women and only one bathroom; not to mention having to share a room with my sister.” He sighed, holding on to me when I suddenly realized the time.
“Oh fuck, Joey. I…I’ve got to get going. Pop’s is waiting and we are heading out to the cabin for the summer.” I told him seeing the confusion on his face as I untangled myself from him and immediately started making my way towards the exit of the shower room.
“What…wait…what about you? I mean, I never get to do anything with you.” He seemed to whine in frustration as I glanced over my shoulder seeing the disappointment on his face before I grabbed my towel off the metal hook.
Toweling myself off real quick I noticed he was grabbing his shampoo and getting his hair lathered up quickly as if he was trying to get cleaned up in a hurry. I paused for a second noticing how his soft three inch penis wriggled around contentedly making my own erection twitch around in reminder of how it hadn’t been pleasured in over a month. Ignoring my hormonal urges I wrapped the towel around my waist and quickly made my way to the locker hurriedly getting dressed into a pair of shorts and tee shirt. Pops had purposefully stashed them in the bag for me today since he knew it was supposed to be warm. I looked at the time realizing I was running a couple of minutes late.
I was half dressed when Joey came running around the corner looking at me a bit disappointed again since I already had most of my clothes on. “Shit Latham, this isn’t fair. Why can’t I do anything with you? I mean, I’ve never even gotten to jack you off or anything, but what I really want is to…to…,” he blushed a bit embarrassed, but was determined now. “I want to suck you off.” He spit out heatedly catching me by surprise at the bluntness of his statement while my penis lurched excitedly as if it agreed with Joey’s sentiment.
“I…I…really?” I asked still stunned as I once more was reminded how in many ways my penis was still like a virgin in regards to having been pleasured by someone else besides my own hand.
Joey blushed, also speechless for a second before he managed to find his voice. “Um…yeah…I mean…shit Latham you are fucking sexy hot and I love the way it feels when you make love…um…,” he paused blushing and giggling at the way he was talking, but managed to finish up. “Hell Latham, I love how it feels when your lips and hands make love to my cock. Is it too much for me to ask you to allow me to return the favor?” He asked seriously snatching the towel from around his waist and placing it on the bench before taking a seat next to my shoe I was tying to my feet.
Pausing for a moment I sighed shaking my head. “Fuck Joey, I always have shitty timing when it comes to you being able to get me off. I…I’d love that, but I do have to get going and I’m already running late.” I apologized, setting down my left foot and lifting up my right one so I could get my shoe on and tied.
“What…but…you said you are heading to the cabin for the summer. It means I won’t see you for like…months. Latham…I…I can’t take not seeing you for that long. It isn’t fair.” He told me seriously as I paused again looking up into his face noticing them begin to well up. “I…I need you Latham. I…I…it’s not fair I didn’t even get to do anything with you.” He stated again as a tear ran down his cheek making me feel awful because I should have told him about the cabin and the plan for summer.
The other boy really had been a true friend being there for me and now I was abandoning him. It almost felt like I had taken advantage of him in some ways. Pursing my lips I didn’t know what to say or do as I finished tying off my shoe laces before standing up and reaching for my things. I scooted past him and stopped turning around with an idea having suddenly popped into mind.
“If you asked your mom do you think she’d let you come to the cabin?” I asked with him staring at me for a moment trying to digest what I was saying.
“Um…I…yeah maybe. I mean she wanted me to do like a summer camp thing this year so I don’t think she would mind the idea of me spending the time at the cabin instead, but…,” he paused scrunching up his face shaking his head. “How’d I get there? Mom doesn’t have time to drive me and it is too far.” He added looking a bit disappointed.
“Listen Joey, I do have to run if I want to make it to Luke’s Lacrosse game. I promised him I’d be there, at least for a part of it, but just ask your mom when you get home. I’ll call you on the way to Eelee with the arrangements. Pop’s has to come back into the city because of a patient or two he needs to see to. He’s going to bring Cody back with him to the cabin for a whole week and he can pick you up on Saturday too if it is alright with your mom.” I explained quickly turning to leave.
“Wait…I…shit…who’s Cody?” He asked as I rounded the corner of the locker room not pausing as I yelled back to him.
“He’s the other boy who was…who was…with me and Marty that day.” I almost choked with the threat of tears welling up as I quickly made it to the door pausing long enough to yell at Joey. “Just talk to your mom and I’ll give you a call in about an hour to give you enough time. I’m sure she won’t say no once PopPop talks to her.
“A…alright I will.” I heard Joey yelling as I started through the door leading out pausing a second when he yelled at me again. “But only if you promise to let me do stuff with you at the cabin. I won’t come unless you promise that the two of us will finally get to do things for real…both ways.” He insisted with me pausing and pursing my lips because who the fuck makes that kind of demand.
It wasn’t something I didn’t want anyway, so I figured what the hell as I chuckled shrugging my shoulders. “It’s a date.” I began to laugh.
I heard him busting up as well and whoop. “Yahoo; it’s my first official date, and with one of the hottest boys in school to boot.” He began laughing his ass off with me unable to control myself at his outburst rolling my eyes and chuckling all the way to the car realizing it was my first official date too, that is with another boy.
PopPop was waiting for me at the school exit by the gym class and when I climbed into the car he glanced towards me and smiled while nodding his head in greeting. I suppose I was doing much better than I have in weeks and it showed making him happy. We made some small talk with me telling him about Joey as he jumped on the main freeway for a short jaunt before veering off on one of the smaller winding roads that would eventually drop us into Eelee. The trip was about a two hour drive and even though most of the road was a one lane road in either direction we were making relatively good time. It was a Thursday and we got out of the city way before rush hour and in the back area there weren’t any big towns so it was pretty much smooth sailing as we chatted away.
When I told him about Joey he glanced towards me and smiled. “What?” I asked.
“Nothing…it’s just I’m glad to see you out of that funk.” He smiled back sincerely.
Looking down into my lap I nodded my head understanding where he was coming from because I hadn’t been good company to anyone for a while including Pops. “I know and I guess spending some time with Cody last night helped a little. Not to mention how both Luke and Joey helped me through the worst of it. I miss Marty, a lot, more than I would have thought, but I learned a lot from him and this is not how he would have wanted me to be like.” I responded my eyes welling up a little because his loss still made me sad.
“I know Latham, and I’m glad you are going to be surrounded with friends who mean the most to you right now. They are all good boys, but you are going to be the oldest at the cabin when I’m at the hospital or running errands so you will have to be sure you are responsible enough to take care of the younger ones. I can’t leave you alone with them if you can’t…,” he sighed glancing towards me before continuing. “If it was just Luke I wouldn’t be so worried Latham, but with Cody and now Joey as well…,” he shrugged his shoulders making me furl my brow in thought understanding where he was coming from.
“It’ll be alright Pops.” I finally responded. “I’m sure there may be some moments…you know where I might get a little sad, but I’m pretty much over it now. I know I have to be responsible enough if I am going to have my friends over at the cabin, but it will be alright…I promise.” I assured PopPop with him glancing over at me and nodding his head as if in agreement before focusing on driving while I gazed out the window enjoying the scenery.
I always enjoyed this drive and thought it was a pretty one. The weather was absolutely fantastic as well with the sun shining down warmly. During this time of year it was typically a bit on the wet side and still a bit nippy with the temperatures ranging in the fifty degree Fahrenheit range. This was an unusual year of weather though for our region with the afternoon sun having the thermometers reading in the low seventies. The extended weather forecast also called for this pattern to remain from here on out through the summer months. Very warm indeed for our part of the region, but I wasn’t complaining and actually looking forward to finally getting a decent tan this summer while at the cabin.
The parking lot was pretty full by the time we pulled into it at the sport’s field just on the outskirts of the small town of Eelee. It kind of surprised me just how full it was considering this was just a junior kid’s lacrosse game making me wonder if maybe it was the nice warm weather bringing people out to watch. There weren’t a lot of organized sports activities going on in the region so I suppose this was good entertainment for the locals.
The game had started at four in the afternoon and from what Luke said it would probably finish up around six. Pops had made good time and it was just after five so we’d probably be catching the last forty or fifty minutes of the game. We hurried down to the bleachers spotting Luke’s mom and dad sitting about a third of the way up and towards the end. The Oliva’s spotted us and waived for us to join them so we tried to weave our way through the throng of seated people to some minor grumblings. The people bobbed and weaved their head trying to look around us so they could keep an eye on the game.
The bleachers were packed and I wasn’t sure if there would be enough room for us with Mr. Oliva scooting towards the outer bleachers against two teenagers who looked to be about sixteen years old and big enough to be linemen on a football team. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought they looked kind of familiar. One of the boys grumbled, which suddenly got the attention of Mr. Oliva who stood up his hulking body blocking the view of everyone seated behind him. There were more grumblings now, but not very forceful ones because who in their right mind would want to confront a guy like him as Mr. Oliva glared at the closest teen.
“What’d you say brah?” He questioned his voice turning to the typical Hawaiian like accent.
The teen didn’t look perturbed or frightened in the least and shrugged his shoulders as if trying to dismiss the matter, which was definitely a big mistake because he suddenly yelped in surprise when both he and his cohort were tossed over the edge of the bleachers. Both boys had been caught off guard so literally tumbled off the edge landing on their asses. It wasn’t a far drop, but far enough for them to thump hard enough on the ground which probably caused them a bit of discomfort. They were teens though and resilient so none the worse for wear as the entire section of our bleachers erupted in a loud belted round of laughter at the two teens’ expense.
“Hey,” the first teen began to protest when Mr. Oliva clucked his tongue at the boy placing his hands on his hips and staring the boy down.
“What?” Mr. Oliva cocked his head to the side challengingly with the boy only mumbling.
“Nothing Uncle.” He replied with me now recalling they were a couple of Luke’s cousins who always teased him good heartedly about being small.
Truth be told, Luke really was pretty average for his age, it’s just compared to his dad and cousins he was the smallest out of the bunch. In school I’m sure he was fairly typical in size and weight for his age compared to other kids in his class.
“Now go chase after those girls you’ve been staring at all afternoon.” Mr. Oliva retorted pointing to a group of teenaged girls who were now giggling at the expense of the two boys and had heard Mr. Oliva’s comments which made the two teen boys blush.
“But…,” the one teen began getting cut off.
“But what…you haven’t been watching the game anyway because you’ve been too busy staring at them and batting eyes back and forth for a couple of hours now. Grow a pair of balls already and go talk to the girls instead of mooning over them.” He belted out as his deep voice boomed loudly with everyone suddenly busting a gut including the giggles from the girls that had caught the two teen boys’ attention.
“Alright sweetheart you’ve made your point already. You don’t have to embarrass the boys anymore.” Mrs. Oliva chuckled shaking her head and patting his arm getting him to move over and take a seat already while motioning for us to fill the suddenly vacant spots.
One lady a few rows up clacked her tongue admonishingly at Mr. Oliva for his crude comments to the teens, which got him riled up again as he turned around noticing who had done it. “What…got anything more to add you old prude. They’re teens for Pete’s sake. We all know what the boys and girls are after. Hell, I recalled some stories concerning you from back in the day so don’t cluck you tongue at me, you old bitty.” He retorted in a joking like fashion indicating they were probably friends with everyone busting a gut again knowing exactly what Mr. Oliva was referring to, which got a glare and then an eye roll from the woman in question before even she began to giggle because evidently she must have had a reputation back in her day.
Taking a seat next to Mrs. Oliva she immediately smothered me with a kiss on the cheek and a big hug which she didn’t release. “Mmmmm, I’ve missed you so Latham.” She sighed rocking me in her arms and fondly gazing down into my face. “You’ve grown some I think and are turning into such a fine handsome teenager. Before long you will have grown into a fine man right in front of my eyes.” She gushed giving me a big hug making me feel so welcome in her warm tender embrace.
We chatted for a few minutes with her pointing out Luke and explaining a bit about what was going on. I had to admit I didn’t know much at all about the game. It looked like a very rough and tumble kind of sport, but in a highly controlled kind of way. There were penalties given out for those who knocked other players down, hit them with their lacrosse sticks, tried to trip, or any other various infractions that could actually seriously hurt another player. It didn’t mean there weren’t plenty of bumping and jostling for position and the ball. Of course it wasn’t anything like football with guys actually bashing into each other, but it was undeniably a very physical and rough kind of sport.
Listening while I watched, Mrs. Oliva quickly explained how there were always ten players for each team on the field. The field in a way was sort of broken up into three parts: A defensive side, a middle part, and the offensive side, which of course was reversed for the other team. In other words the defensive bottom part for one team’s side was the offensive side for the opposing team. There always had to be four defensive players on the bottom half of the field at all times, three defenders and one goalie. Next there always had to be three offensive players called attack-men in the upper half of the field at all times. Finally, there were three players called mid-fielders who played back and forth all the time, with Mrs. Oliva explaining how Luke was one of the mid-fielders.
The explanation was fairly basic and straightforward and made sense as she clarified it some more. She pointed out when the ball is on the defensive side for one team all the mid-fielders are back playing defense. If suddenly one of the attack-men crosses the half field line to the defensive side leaving only two offensive players in the other side where there are supposed to be three it is called offside. On the other hand if one team is attacking and has six players in the offense side and one of the defense guys crosses over the mid-field line to go on the offensive it leaves only three defenders on their side, two defenders and a goalie which is also considered offside. It was basic and made sense.
In between the explanation I could hear Pops talking to Luke’s dad asking about the situation involving the news reporter. Mr. Oliva snorted and said the man wanted to sue but he didn’t think it would go anywhere since the prosecuting attorney was planning on filing charges of child endangerment. Then Mr. Oliva lowered his voice a little, probably not wanting me to hear, but my sensitive ears picked it up anyway as he stated there might even be more charges because of what happened to Marty. My grandfather nodded and acknowledged he had gotten word through his lawyer about the charges and that I would probably have to testify which was the first I heard about it. The news made me a little nervous, but Pops added he was trying to work something out so that Cody and I wouldn’t have to testify to what happened in regards to the kidnappers finding out where Marty was because of the news reporter. He was also including something so that Luke wouldn’t have to testify either in regards to what happened at the funeral.
He pointed out how the news station already agreed to fire the guy and no one else wanted to hire him so his career was pretty much through anyway, which was good enough for Pops if it meant I didn’t have to go through any more crap and I tended to agree. The news reporter deserved prison time for what he did, but in the end it would create more nightmares for Cody and probably me as well so probably not worth it. What truly sealed it for me was when Pops indicated Mr. Oliva would be off the hook as well. He explained how he already talked to his lawyer about making some sort of agreement of having the charges against the news reporter dropped in exchange for him not to go after Mr. Oliva in a lawsuit. Facing the prospect of real prison time could be a very powerful motivator and before we left for the cabin Pop’s lawyer had told him a tentative agreement had been reached for all parties concerned.
This news relieved me as I began looking around kind of surprised at the crowd. “Wow, there are a ton of people here watching the game.” I noted, Mrs. Oliva nodding her head.
“Yes, this is for the regional championship and we are playing against our biggest rivals. They are considered number one in the state, but that is because of the inflated way they’ve been getting press. Our guys are just as good if not better and that isn’t bragging. Luke is actually probably one of the best lacrosse players in the state for his age, and the bench goes real deep for our team this year. Just watch and you will see what I mean.” She added as I did just that, amazed at the quickness and speed Luke displayed.
Currently the score was tied at three apiece and the game was very fast paced with players quickly running back and forth which amazed me at the amount of running involved. From what I gathered this game was more fast paced than usual and required a lot of stamina from the players. Both sides constantly switched out players and I quickly caught on how multiple players can be switched out in-between plays while only one on one at a time during play. Luke seemed to stay in play for most of the time only being brought out occasionally to catch his breath or to grab a quick drink before standing on the sideline waiting to be hustled back into the game.
It quickly became obvious to me that when he was in play the game suddenly was kicked up several notches and once he was taken out for a minute or two at a time it slowed down. He seemed to control the flow and the game revolved around him all the time. Luke was a mid-fielder so played both sides of the game. The mid-fielders tended to be rotated out the most, but Luke seemed to remain in the game even when his mid-fielders tended to rotate out more often. I began to understand what Mrs. Oliva meant by Luke’s team having a deep bench because all the mid-fielders getting rotated in and out were similarly skilled with Luke standing out as the most talented of all.
Luke was smaller than almost everyone, but that was more because he was one of the youngest on this team, yet he never backed down giving as much as he got. It was his burst of speed and quickness that would catch players by surprise, not to mention the way he handled the ball. What set him apart was his skill and ability in all aspect of the sport which included speed, stamina, ball handling, and physicality. He’d carry the ball avoiding the opponents and was quick to pass at the right times setting his team into the appropriate positions. He seemed in command of the field knowing where everyone was at all times.
The smaller boy was difficult to defend against because he was continually moving, but it wasn’t just him being constantly in motion, but rather he did it with burst of speed, energy, and control never seeming to tire while it became obvious the opposing team was beginning to wear down. Players on the other side began to stumble and miss opportunities while Luke had a firm grip with his fellow players continually going on the offensive pressing the other side. There was still plenty of time left in the game and Luke along with his teammates looked fresh while the other side began to wilt; especially, in this warmer weather.
“Ah, here we go.” Mr. Oliva sat up straighter nodding his head. “This is where we separate the men from the boys. The other team is very good, but they don’t have the depth and stamina. Luke’s been forcing the other side to hustle the entire game knowing they would never be able to keep up and eventually crack and HERE IT COMES.” He shouted when Luke suddenly intercepted a sloppy pass sprinting down the field so fast it caught the defenders off guard.
The opposing team tried to recover in time as their defenders sprinted towards Luke who kept the ball and at the last moment suddenly flicked his wrist to an attack-man who had seen the play and immediately situated himself into position like they’ve practiced. The other boy was used to Luke’s quick passes and snatched it up easily. Of course Luke’s throw was dead on launching the ball right into his fellow teammates netting and with a simple flick of the wrist the other boy immediately launched the ball into the opposing team’s net for a goal. It happened so quick the goalie of the opposing team couldn’t even react.
Everyone on our sides of the bleachers erupted into a standing applause whooping it up while Luke immediately jumped on his team mate who had scored, quickly followed by other teammates as they celebrated together. A couple of players from the other team started arguing with each other pointing fingers and I could tell they were beginning to unravel.
“Whoa, that was like totally wicked. I could hardly see the ball when Luke launched it.” I admitted with Mr. Oliva nodding his head enthusiastically.
“Yeah, he’s deadly alright and sometimes it scares the crap out of his teammates because it comes hard and fast. They’ve gotten used to it though knowing he is dead accurate.”
It was clear Luke was a team player. He knew he was much better than anyone on his team or on the field for that matter, but he wasn’t a ball hog or anything. He spread things around, which made him even more dangerous. From where I was sitting he probably could have scored for himself despite the onrush of the other team players to box him in, but he had read the field and reacted unselfishly throwing a zinger to his teammate for a score.
After a quick celebration Luke and one guy on the opposing team went to center field. The other kid was huge compared to Luke making me cringe a bit with how lopsided it seemed. Luke had a helmet and padding, but still the other guy was way bigger than him and made me a little concerned because I didn’t know what was going to happen next but it didn’t look good.
“What’s going on?” I asked with Mr. Oliva speaking up.
“Oh, after a score one person from each team face off for the ball to put back into play.”
“But the other guy is huge.” I responded a little worriedly.
“Ha,” Mr. Oliva snorted. “Well the lug learned a big lesson from the very beginning. He tried to slam into Luke but it didn’t work. It pays off to have cousins who are twice as big as you constantly beating on you while growing up. Luke just braced himself scooping down low and the guy literally plowed over the top with Luke suddenly standing up launching the idiot into the air as he flipped over and knocked the wind out of his lungs when he landed hard on his back. The opposing team was looking for a foul and they got one alright with a personal foul being called against the other kid.” Mr. Oliva busted up laughing with others around us doing the same recalling the scene while I didn’t understand.
Mr. Oliva explained. “It was obvious the other kid instigated it and was trying to intimidate Luke. If he would have succeeded he would have gotten a foul for smashing and knocking Luke down. Even the referee knew what the intention had been all along and when the other coach complained the guy just looked at him like he was stupid or something pointing towards Luke indicating his size and then towards the big oaf who was helped off the field and his size while explaining the only way this could have happened is if the guy was trying to plow someone down. It isn’t Luke’s fault if the guy was so tall he went right over the top of him. Of course he did leave out that Luke intentionally launched the other boy into the air as a bit of a payback. Anyway, the big lug hasn’t tried anything again.” He told me as I saw Luke grinning at his opponent and even wink at the guy who looked to be steaming mad.
The referee set the ball down in a designated spot and the two boys faced off placing their sticks on the ground as I heard the call. “Ready, down, set…,” and then a whistle.
Luke was lightning fast immediately scooping up the ball and rotating up and around which seemed to frustrate his opponent who immediately slashed down with his stick across Luke’s arm. It looked vicious and I cringed with the official immediately blowing his whistle while everyone grumbled, even the spectators and parents on the opposing team seemed to grumble over it. I saw a man on the opposite side immediately make his way down to the sideline while the official was scolding the other kid. Without a word the man walked onto the field and grabbed the other boy’s facemask to get his attention. I could tell the official at first was upset, but then seemed to let things play out.
It was obvious it was the boy’s father and he was chewing his kid a new one before dragging him over towards Luke who was shaking his arm loose and testing his grip on the lacrosse stick. The man pointed towards Luke and said something with the other boy shaking his head as if refusing. The father smacked the boy’s helmet and insisted. We all knew it hadn’t hurt the kid, besides it wasn’t like a big smack just one of those typical little smacks as a reminder who the real boss was and it seemed to work. The other boy finally caved and seemed to apologize to Luke who extended his hand graciously and accepted the apology.
It didn’t end there though because the man grabbed his son by the face mask and pulled him over towards our side of the bleachers. Without stopping he came right up to the side where Mr. Oliva was sitting not looking very pleased with his son who was forced along. I suppose he was teaching his son a big lesson in sportsmanship. Stopping next to Mr. and Mrs. Oliva the man looked up with pursed lips.
“Mr. and Mrs. Oliva I wish to apologize for my son’s behavior. Something like this will never happen again. He simply got beat today by a better player. He’s never been in that situation before and hasn’t learned how to accept such things, but this behavior will never happen again. That much I can assure you.” He insisted forcing his son to listen to him apologize for something the kid was responsible for and not his father.
I could see the shame in the other boy’s downcast eyes knowing this was one lesson he would never forget; how his own father apologized for his wrong doing. I had to admire the man because he was teaching his son a valuable lesson in humility and graciousness.
“It’s alright.” Mr. Oliva accepted the man’s apology extending his hand like Luke had done with the bigger boy as the two men shook hands. “Besides, Luke doesn’t look any worse for the wear.” He admitted with the man nodding.
“I should hope not. I was upset earlier at the start of the game thinking it was simple over exuberance, but now I’m not so sure. If I find out the coach put him up to it you can be assured there will be consequences for those actions.” He told Mr. Oliva glancing sideways at his son who was looking very submissive before apologizing once more and walking his son back to the other side motioning for him to take a seat on the bench and remove his gear.
The other coach seemed to exchange some words with the boy’s father and it looked as if he was trying to convince the father to let the boy continue to play, but the boy’s father started shoving his finger in the man’s chest as a heated argument took up for all of like five seconds. The coach was acting as if the father had no right to interfere until a couple of other parents stood up in support of the boy’s father. It was obvious no one appreciated what had happened and the parents seemed to agree that what occurred was totally inappropriate. The coach immediately backed down once it became clear he was being challenged on multiple fronts. The referee came over making sure everything was alright and to settle things down reminding the coach this wasn’t about his ego, but the kids themselves.
During the exchange one of Luke’s coaches came out to check his arm with Luke indicating it was fine. They bandaged it up and put a pad on his forearm to help protect it from getting banged up even more. The game resumed with the other team falling apart as Luke took control from that point forward. Within moments of the ball being put into play it was Luke who scored almost immediately for another point.
A short while later Mr. Oliva looked at his watch and sighed. He had to leave for the night shift and his wife had to go as well. I was kind of surprised, but it was obvious by this time there was no stopping Luke’s team as they pulled ahead by four points at this point. There was only about another ten minutes of official play, but it could go longer than that as we exchanged some words with Mr. and Mrs. Oliva thanking us for taking Luke with us to the cabin.
They gave me a big hug saying they were glad I was feeling better and that Luke had been looking forward to spending more time with me. Mr. Oliva gave me a wink and teased by saying of course it had nothing to do with me getting Luke out of school an extra day early since he wasn’t going to classes tomorrow. The comment got an admonishing look from his wife before she sighed and shook her head not really upset since it was only one day with summer vacation officially starting after that anyway.
There was a lull in the game for some infraction or other as the Oliva’s walked by the team bench and Luke’s dad whistled out grabbing his son’s attention. I saw the boy running over real quick like and exchange some words. Luke removed his helmet for a second and gave his mom a quick kiss before shoving his helmet back on and running out to the field ready to go. The referee sort of let the incident slide considering what happened earlier and no one seemed to mind the couple of extra seconds it took for Luke’s parents to say goodbye as they hustled off running a tad late.
By the time the game ended it became a complete route with Luke’s team winning nine to three. The other team simply ran out of steam to the more conditioned one belonging to Luke. Skill wise the two teams had been rather evenly matched, but Luke’s strategy of pushing the pace making the other team try to keep up won out in the end. The good part about it is that many of the players on Luke’s team all got a chance to get some time in as well because his coach made sure to rotate them in and out giving everyone some quality play time.
Now as we walked back to our car with Luke carrying his gear bag while Pops and I carried some of his other things I kept glancing over towards him as he prattled on excitedly about the game. He was all sweaty, but I had to admit he really had a nice looking physique and body, not to mention a very cute face as I tried to shove those thoughts out of my head. Smiling and nodding my head as he explained some technique or another I finally managed to tell him how impressed I was and that I was really glad I came to watch because until today I’ve never been to a Lacrosse game.
Pops opened up the back of our SUV and Luke tossed his gear bag up into an empty spot before turning towards me and surprising me with a big hug which I returned a little awkwardly because he was still wearing his padding beneath his jersey. “It’s so good to see you again Latham. I…I’ve been so worried about you.” He admitted releasing me and blushing at the impromptu hug and glancing around a little nervously since other people were making their way to their own vehicles as well.
No one seemed to take notice as he blushed and giggled shyly looking a bit awkward now so I decided to save him from the embarrassment. “I know Luke. I haven’t been great company lately and I feel really bad about it. Both you and Joey took the brunt of it I’m afraid, but I am feeling a lot better.” I admitted watching him peel off his jersey before removing his padding exposing his sweaty naked torso to me.
He had a really tight looking body that was deceptively smooth as I quickly looked him over. Just below the surface of his skin I could make out his sinewy muscles. He didn’t have a six pack or anything because not many kids his age do, but I could tell he had a powerful lean kind of musculature just beneath the surface. His father was right, not many kids his age could push him around without facing the consequences because I was beginning to realize he was a lot stronger than he looked. Of course I had size and weight on him along with being over a year older, but I’m sure he’d hold his own in a wrestling match. I suppose having to constantly scrap with his older and much bigger cousins had toughened him up.
The younger boy opened up his gear bag and pulled out a towel quickly wiping himself down before tossing his loose jersey over his small frame. I had to swallow because he looked really cute in those loose sky blue colored silky like game shorts and matching jersey. There was a team logo in gold embossed on both the shorts and jersey along with his name and number on the back of his shirt.
He must have felt me staring at him because he glanced at me and I blushed looking away as his grin widened as if somehow pleased. He leaned over and removed his cleats tossing them into his gear bag pulling out a pair of Nike sneaks and putting those on before closing up the back. Pops had already climbed into the front seat while we were loading Luke’s gear starting up the car and turning on the air conditioner for us. We made our way to the passenger side of the SUV and instead of me slipping into the front seat I opened up the second door and started to climb in so I could sit with Luke.
“Oops…,” I paused for a second reaching for a lever.
“What’s wrong?” Luke asked curiously looking over my shoulders.
“Nothing, just forgot we strapped the cooler along with my bag from school in the second row bench seats so PopPop and I could grab some drinks and snacks. I’m trying to pop the back of the seat down a little so we can climb into the back row.” I told him getting the seat to fold down enough for me to squeeze past.
There were a couple of more bags on the back bench as well, but I shoved some into the back of me and a few things in front before getting settled into the seat allowing Luke to climb in. He leaned forward, his cute butt wriggling in front of my face as he grabbed the door handle slamming it shut before taking a seat next to me and giggling while I blushed for having looked at his adorably cute ass.
“Cozy.” He stated since it was a bit tight with stuff stacked all around us.
“You boys alright back there?” Pops called out.
“Yeah, we just forgot about Luke is all, but I made room and we won’t have to strap him on to the roof.” I retorted with us all laughing as pops pulled out of the parking lot.
“Thirsty?” I asked with Luke nodding his head. “Want something to drink Pops?” I asked with him looking in the rear view mirror and nodding his head in the affirmative.
Unbuckling my seatbelt for a moment I leaned over the front of the bench seat opening up the cooler and fishing out a plastic bottle of coke for Pops stretching out and placing it in his hand that he had stretched backwards. “Soda or PowerAde?” I asked with him opting for a PowerAde. “Any particular flavor?” I inquired, with him shrugging so I fished out two bottles randomly and handed him one and opening up one for myself taking a big swig of it before screwing the cap back into place and setting it in the cup holder next to my seat.
Luke did the same taking several long swigs before setting his off to the side. “That was a wicked game.” I told him excitedly with him smiling and nodding his head.
“Yeah my dad and I had been watching some of their games and we noted that even though they were good we were just as good if not better. The difference was they didn’t work out as hard as we do and we’ve got way more stamina, not to mention our talent on the bench is way deep.” He noted with me nodding appreciating some of the nuances of the game. “So you really thought I was good?” He asked with me nodding my head.
“Yeah, for a small guy.” I teased knowing how it tended to get him riled up and I wasn’t disappointed when he stepped up taking the bait.
“Hey, I’m not small.” He retorted. “At least not where it counts.” He countered suggestively as he glanced down at my crotch noticing the decent sized mound there as he giggled before bragging. “I bet I’m bigger than you.” He taunted with me giggling now shaking my head.
“Well you know what they say regarding guys who brag about their size.” I teased back keeping my voice low glad Pops had turned up the radio when we left the parking lot with Luke’s eyebrows furling questioningly. “Well they tend to be really puny down there.” I retorted immediately making a grab for his goods in typical teasing fashion for boys.
It’s amazing how guys tend to have really fast reflexes when it comes to protecting our family jewels as he immediately managed to deflect my hands away with it now becoming an impromptu wrestling match. All we could really do was sort of push and shove against one another trying to find an opening for our hands to find a purchase on the other guy’s treasure chest. The attempts at snatching and actually latching on were more halfhearted with each of us knowing this was simply for fun and games.
We were pretty well concealed behind the bench in front of us and even though we were giggling like little girls in the back Pops prudently ignored us. I suppose he sort of understood this was simply all good fun between two friends. If he knew we were actually getting a bit frisky with one another I couldn’t say, but it truly was simple teasing and playfulness between two friends. Still, I couldn’t help but chub up slightly because I was beginning to realize Luke really was sexy cute. We both wrangled around a little before settling down still giggling and glancing at one another. I noticed his eyes glancing down at my crotch and it kind of showed how I was at half mast.
Glancing down at Luke I noticed a small rounded lump where the silky smooth fabric of his jersey shorts had settled around his crotch. I couldn’t quite make out what he had going on down there. The last time I had sort of looked was at the hospital when we had taken Marty in. The thought of the mute boy gave me a small twinge of guilt as I brushed it off to the side recalling the incident between Luke and myself instead. I had actually rubbed on his penis through his pants with the palm of my hands and had actually given him an orgasm. At least I was sure it had happened. It was strange, but I’ve never seen Luke naked in all the years we’ve known one another so didn’t even begin to know what he had down there. Even when I was rubbing him it was difficult to gauge because of the stiff fabric from the pants he was wearing.
Now as I looked at him I would have thought with the type of fabric from his shorts there would be a bit of something indicating what he had down there. He totally had a bulge down there, but I couldn’t tell how big size wise since it looked kind of smoothly rounded. It got quiet all of a sudden and I glanced up noticing Luke was watching me closely with a quirky kind of grin on his face. The boy leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I bet mine’s still bigger.” He teased with me raising my eyebrows.
“Hmmm, you think so.” I taunted placing my right hand just above his left knee with my fingers along the inside part of his leg. “Maybe I will just have to see for myself.” I continued to taunt him slowly running my hands upwards along the silky smoothness of his firm thigh noticing him actually leaning back and scooting downwards.
He even spread open his legs giving me more access with his green eyes twinkling playfully while he gave me an evil kind of grin as if daring me. “I’ll do it you know.” I threatened him.
“Hah, I dare you. As a matter of fact I double dare you.” He jeered sticking his tongue out at me.
“Hmmmm, well if I recall I’ve done it before.” I reminded him with Luke giggling because my fingers were tickling the inside of his thighs.
“Yeah, and if I remember correctly you went running into the bathroom scared away by my large awesomeness when it was my turn to find out what you had.” He smirked in reminder giving me a triumphant kind of look as I chuckled recalling how afterwards I actually got a panic attack when he wanted to reciprocate.
By this time my hand had traveled over his shorts resting on top of the fabric right on the inside of his left thigh and only about an inch away from his crotch. I stopped and looked down hesitating because it appeared as if he had called my bluff. I was getting ready to admit defeat when he fired another teasing shot at me.
“Ha…I knew it…,” He began chuckling. “I knew you were afraid of my rather nice endowment.” He giggled in a low voice so Pops couldn’t hear up front before sticking me with another little barb. “It’s alright though, just admit I’m bigger than you and all will be forgiven.” He stuck his tongue out at me.
At that point I don’t know what had gotten into me because I suddenly reached over and cupped my hands over his crotch. Luke’s legs jerked upward and he chirped in surprise at my sudden lunge before he abruptly burst out laughing his ass off while my eyes flared open in complete shock and surprise at what he was truly sporting just beneath his shorts.
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End of Chapter Twenty One: Renewing Friendships
Coming soon Chapter Twenty two: A Time Of Healing
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EXCERPT FROM BROTHERS
Even though it was warm in the room I grabbed the covers pulling it over us just in case his mom or dad decided to poke their head into the room. It wouldn’t do to be caught with him burrowed up to me stark naked as I realized somewhere along the line we both had simply forgotten about the underwear he had held in his hands earlier before things sort of got sidetracked. Cody inhaled deeply as if feeling the same thing as me, a sort of unique connection to one another. In a way he had become the little brother I never had and I suppose I had become the big brother he always wanted. ‘Brothers,’ I thought to myself in surprise because I kind of liked the idea.
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RENEWING FRIENDSHIPS
My time with Cody seemed to have set me on the path of healing. Even our little chat regarding sex seemed to go well with us talking about it in more general kinds of terms as I explained to him about masturbation and why boys seem to get the urge at times; especially, once puberty starts to insinuate itself into our lives. I even kept the topic of puberty in basic terms letting him know about how his body will change in similar ways to what he had noticed on me when we had taken a bath together. I didn’t get into a lot of details such as actual sex with another person, expelling semen, pregnancies, and other stuff, but did touch on the simple things like the way he felt in regards to his orgasm and how his body will change as he starts to get older. It seemed to be enough for him and in a way it sort of bonded us even closer.
We had snuggled up together idly under the covers enjoying the company until it was time to get dressed and ready for school. Mrs. Atkins walked Cody to his school, under protest of course, while Mr. Atkins drove me to mine and waited with me until PopPop showed up. We then discussed the situation regarding Cody coming to the lake cabin for a week and Pops thought it a good idea believing it would allow the younger boy some time to get away from everything. Cody’s dad seemed a little relieved and thanked us saying if there were any issues that his wife would have no problems coming to pick him up, but my grandfather assured Mr. Atkins all would be well.
After Mr. Atkins left, PopPop and I chatted some more with him noting I was looking better. I had to admit I was feeling better, which seemed to relieve my grandfather some. He knew this was only the beginning, but understood it was a big step in the right direction having gone through it with me a couple of times now. I thanked him for bringing my book bag and a sack lunch reminding him what time he needed to pick me up. Pops told me he already packed my things and when he got home he would pack up the car before heading to work. He only had a few errands to run after he got everything done at his practice, but would pick me up at the appropriate time.
The school day seemed to zip by and it was kind of amazing how different things were when a guy wasn’t in such a hazy kind of fog. I still had my moments when the emotions would kind of catch up, but to my surprise I managed to handle them better today. I suppose in some ways I was beginning to get a grip on what had happened. Marty’s death still weighed heavily on me, but I was determined not to let it drag me down again.
Still, today was tough on me though because I had to make some heavy choices now that summer was upon me. One of those decisions had to do with where the relationship between me and Sienna was heading. I know I hadn’t been great company, but when you are a couple, one person is supposed to be there for the other one in times of need. I began to realize that the two of us simply weren’t meant to be boyfriend and girlfriend together in that kind of way. It was really difficult since it was a first for me and I really didn’t know any good way to go about it, but I did break up with her feeling bad because she had taken it a bit hard.
Now as I stood under the warm spray of water cascading over my body all alone in the empty gym shower room I sighed a bit sadly with my thoughts beginning to wander over today’s events. Today was my turn again, along with Joey, to stay after PE class to do some cleaning. It was the last day of phys-ed classes for the school year so the coach made sure it was a simple chore; especially, in light of the bigger project the two of us had the last time. He had expanded the gym bleachers so we could get behind them and clean up any trash along with sweeping things down.
With two sides, Joey took one to clean while I did the other area. I had finished first so got back to the locker room knowing there was still enough time for me to hop in the shower and get cleaned up before Pops arrived to pick me up. Of course we knew I had this duty today so it was why we had set a slightly later time for him to swing by before we made our way to the town of Eelee.
Like the last time there was a staff meeting the coach had to attend and he chuckled about it saying for some reason it seemed to always happen when he had the two of us cleaning up. He was glad it was us though because there were some kids he simply didn’t trust to leave alone. So giving us the same spiel as the last time he left us to get to it.
Jumping quickly under the warm water I made quick work of lathering up my hair and rinsing it out before soaping up my body and now standing under the spray letting it wash away the soapy suds while my mind wandered over my decision to break up with Sienna. There was a lingering guilt about it while at the same time a feeling of liberation. She hadn’t taken it well, bursting into tears and by the time the end of the day rolled around she had told all her friends about it trying to make it sound as if it had been her idea. Of course no one really believed her because it had happened in the hallway at lunch time.
It happened before heading over to sit with Joey for lunch like I did every day. I had gone to find Sienna first pulling her off to the side for a little more privacy. I had been so nervous I wasn’t really exactly sure what I said, but I knew I had stumbled all over my tongue. Somehow I managed to muddle through and I got the feeling I had been as gentle about it as possible, but she had burst into tears hustling away. Looking around I realized there were some kids standing around who were close enough that had probably heard some of the exchange. Word got around quickly how I broke up with Sienna despite her efforts to make it sound like she had broken up with me. It was semantics though and it didn’t matter to me if she wanted to say it was her idea.
My mind was so focused on Sienna I hadn’t even realized until it was too late that Joey had slipped into the shower sidling up behind me. I wasn’t even aware at first how he snuggled up his body up against mine wrapping his left arm over my left shoulder and across my chest while his right arm slipped under my right arm pit settling on my tummy. It all happened so fast, with it taking a moment to register when I suddenly jolted in surprise as panic gripped my insides because I was disoriented for a second or two.
It snapped me right out of my musings with the overwhelming feeling of alarm and dread making me react instantly. “Please don’t hit me.” I cried out immediately crouching down and tossing my hand up protectively everything spinning out of control all around.
There was a rush of noise in my ears drowning everything out and for a second I thought I was going to drown. I was holding my breath for some reason and then suddenly gasped with warm air rushing into my lungs while I shook in despair. I could hear someone speaking and it sounded muted at first until I was finally able to make it out.
“Latham, can you hear me…Latham.” I heard Joey’s voice quivering with concern. “Oh my god…I…I’m so sorry. Please forgive me." the boy was saying as he knelt next to me.
“Wh…what?” I asked the fog starting to clear seeing him sigh in relief as he stood up and slowly backed away with his arms held out indicating he wasn’t going to hurt me.
“I…I’m so sorry Latham. I shouldn’t have startled you like that. I…I’ll just take a shower over on the other side. I’m sorry.” He apologized with me standing up on wobbly legs seeing him retreating to the other side and watching him from behind.
It took me a second to realize he had only wanted to have a bit of fun or at the very least sort of cuddle up with me. For the most part I had been my old self all day long at school and he knew it so I’m sure he felt I might be up for a bit of playfulness. We were completely alone in the shower room and the last time we had this sort of privacy I had sort of introduced him to the world of sex. It had actually been a first experience for both of us, and I recalled the moment fondly and felt bad now how I had sort of ruined what might have been another nice memory.
With his back turned towards me I watched as the other boy turned on the shower testing it before stepping up under the warm water. He placed his face in his hands and I could see him shuddering and knew I had made him cry, once more making me feel awful at my reaction towards his tender embrace. Oddly enough I could still feel him hugging me from behind and I yearned for the tender contact. He had shown nothing but kindness and support to me throughout this whole time and I had rejected him in a moment of his own weakness. I’m sure he was feeling bad by how he had let his lust take over his senses, but I didn’t feel bad about the way it had gotten the better of him since I knew how these things sort of happened. Besides, we did care about one another deeply and in many ways I now craved the intimate contact as well.
The other boy was still crying softly when I made my way over to him and reached out placing my hand on his shoulders. I felt him flinch at my placid contact, but he didn’t shy away with both of us standing there for a couple of seconds until he finally turned around stepping into me as we embraced. He was shorter than me as he placed his head on my shoulder and in the crook of my neck with our bare chests pressed up against one another. I could feel his erection pressing up against the bottom part of my ball sack and a thrill ran up and down inside of me with my own thick penis firming up and rubbing along the smoothness of his pubic mound.
“I’m sorry Joey. I’ve been such a jerk lately.” I sighed softly with him leaning back slightly and looking into my eyes. “It’s just…,” I began to explain but got cut off when he leaned forward pressing his damp warm lips up against mine.
There was tenderness in the kiss, but a lot of passion as well. I felt his tongue slipping into my mouth with both of our taste probes vying for position. The inside of my mind suddenly exploded with all of my jumbled thoughts shattering in a million pieces. I had forgotten what it was like to simply enjoy the passion of the moment. Joey moaned in my mouth and I could feel his hips gyrating as he stood on his toes allowing both of our stiff torrid erections to rub up against one another. It was a sensational feeling and I could feel the juices inside of my boulders begin to churn.
His erection was smaller than mine, but it suddenly dawned on me it didn’t feel as small like I recalled. Joey kept humping his hips into me lifting his right leg and wrapping it around my hip as I reached down and supported it while he continued to grind into me. He was pressed up against the wall now, the steam of the warm water keeping our skin all slicked up. While my left hand began rubbing along his thigh, which was wrapped around my hip, my right hand reached down finding the smooth roundness of his melons that were burning hotly. I could tell he was ripe for the picking and by the way his penis was lurching around against mine he wasn’t going to be lasting long. Usually I was the one who had to be concerned about busting a nut so soon, but Joey seemed hungry for the sex making me wonder if he’s managed to find a way to take care of the typical teenaged urges and needs.
Our lips separated and we both gasped for air, but I didn’t pause in my own hunger as I began to lap my lips along the crook of his neck hearing the boy moaning in pleasure. His head tilted backwards leaning against the wall giving me more access to the smooth curvature of the silky skin along his neck. My lips nibbled along the smooth curvature careful not to cause any bruising while he continued to shiver and then squeak when I suddenly pumped my hips into his groin our erections pressing up hard against each other. The intensity of the feeling almost made him bust a nut, which sent a thrill inside of me knowing I could make him react so sensuously perverse.
My mouth traveled down a little further my tongue slithering across his creamy smooth chest noting just how youthfully hairless his body still was at this stage of his development. His skin tasted succulent as I began to slather my mouth around the edges of his boy teat making him shiver in delight. My warm breath made the sensitive area pimple up with little rounded goose bumps as my lips pressed over the dime sized pinkish brown nub. At the same time my right hand reached down with my fingers wrapping around his sweltering tube feeling it twitch excitedly as I began to suckle on his teat like a baby suckling up milk. I could hear Joey moaning in pleasure while I quivered because sucking on his boy tit was kind of hot and in my opinion way sexier than if it had been Sienna’s.
“Oh…oh…fuck Latham just finish me off already. It’s been days since I’ve been able to…eeeep,” he squeaked unable to finish because I suddenly got down on my knees and guiding his erection with my supple fingers slipped his hard penis inside the warmth of my mouth.
The boy instinctively tried to pull his penis out of my mouth having been caught off guard before realizing what happened. Once it dawned on him, he reversed direction and immediately slammed his pubic mound into my face trying to bury his phallus down my gullet. The sudden move surprised me and I almost gagged, but pulled far enough away to regain some control. His penis began to twitch inside of my mouth with his testicles jolting upwards and I could tell he was about to cum. The boy was almost too far gone and the way he was amped up I knew he wasn’t going to last long, but I still tried to prolong the process and immediately let his erection slip from between my lips my eyes widening in surprise when his meaty pickle slapped up against his no longer so hairless pubic mound.
The smaller boy moaned in protest while I tried to digest the image in front of me. He’s changed over the weeks since the last time we’ve fooled around together. Of course I’ve seen him naked after phys-ed class by our lockers and while taking a shower, but I hadn’t paid much attention these last many weeks. Now though I couldn’t ignore what twitched in front of my face. His hard penis had thickened up and gotten longer no longer having that sort of unbalanced kind of look where his bell end was bigger than his shaft. Now that its matured some his shaft took up about two thirds of his length with his nub taking up the other third looking more like most of the other kids in my class.
The last time I messed around with him his erection wasn’t quite as thick as my thumb and topped out at just under three inches long, but now it pinnacled at a good three and a half inches long and was about a thumb and a half in thickness. Along the root of his basilisk was a smattering of cinnamon brown colored pubes; newly grown creating a sparse fringe like spattering of scrub. Not enough to be considered a bush yet, but well on its way.
My eyes quickly wandered downwards noticing how even his loose skin purse dangled easily just beneath the root of the boy’s erection and weighed down heavily by his chestnut sized testicles. It was amazing what kinds of changes can take place in just a few weeks when puberty suddenly takes a firm hold on a boy at the cusp of maturity. Leaning in I slurped up one of his truffles the scent of warm water and boy musk of his sex sweat intermingling making me shiver when it hit my nose. My tongue rolled his testicle around inside my mouth reassessing the weight and volume noting it indeed had matured from the last time I had slurped him up. He’s always had a loose bag which dangled easily between his thighs, but the last time it was smaller holding cherry sized testicles feeling a bit crowded, but now his corks rolled around easily inside the loose purse of skin and had a bit of weight to them.
“Mmmmm, that feels so nice.” Joey moaned as I opened up my mouth and took his second nugget inside of my mouth with both of them crowding the compact space.
“Ooooh,” he hissed when I suckled on them creating a bit of suction while he reached down and wrapped his fingers in my wet hair.
My fingers reached around cupping his steamy hot ass before dipping between the crease searching for his puckered virginal ring. Joey flinched when my fingers ran around his shuttered opening before sighing and shivering when I pressed my finger against the erogenous zone. Like before he refused entry kind of disappointing me as I spit out his hard candy treats from my mouth focusing on something new.
“God you have a sexy hot ass and one of these days I’m going to fuck it good.” I hissed not realizing I had said it out loud before once more slipping his steely erection inside of my mouth making him buck all thoughts of my comment about fucking him flittering away and forgotten from both of our minds.
“Oh god my balls are hurting finish me off,” Joey squeaked as I got right down to business knowing I was finally out of time with his play toy.
My lips made a tight seal around the base of his shaft while I created a slight suction before I began to bob my head up and down the length of his shaft. My tongue lashed out slobbering all along the length and girth of his thick tuber detecting the many little nuances of his erection. On the one hand his spire felt silky smooth and soft yet also hard with lumps, bumps and tiny like creases. It tasted delectably delicious as I began to detect a small amount of slimy slickness dribbling out from the tip of his bulbous slit. It was his pre-cum and it had a sort of light sweet kind of flavor immediately making me yearn for more as I began to work his adolescent youthful sprig even more fervently. My tongue licked around the area of his circumcision scar the wrinkled skin feeling sensuous against my probe before I adjusted the angle running it along the ridge of his nub.
“Oh god, I…I’m almost…,” Joey hissed as I continued to bob up and down with my mouth.
Pressing my tongue into the meaty part of his pee slit I continued to probe for more juice while my right finger continued to prod his puckered pink grommet. Even my left hand was busy pleasuring the boy as they constricted around his testicles teasing them like you would when milking a cow’s teat. Just then I detected a change in his scent as if his pores were oozing out the quintessence of sex in all its purity.
“Aaaaarph, fuuuuuck meeeeee,” Joey suddenly screamed with his body seizing up and his ass cheeks clamping down tightly around my fingers.
My eyes widened in surprise when I felt his penis pulse sending a nice amount of slimy like melted buttery goop towards the back of my throat. At the same moment I felt his shaft suddenly thicken up and his knob flare obscenely in my mouth. Even his puckered pink grommet fluttered and pulsed tightly against my probing finger still refusing entry. The first intense pulse sent the boy’s sweet honey butter syrup deep into my throat with his heavy testicles leaping upwards into his body cavity remaining there for a good second or two before dropping back down into their skin receptacle.
“Eeeak,” I heard Joey squeak with the first pulse forcing his penis to recoil once as it vibrated there for a second or so before suddenly pulsing several more times the second throb spitting out another thick ropy string of warm syrup, but this time splattering against the roof of my mouth allowing me to get a taste of its sweet honeyed flavor.
“Aaaarph, uuuumph, uuuumph, uuuumph,” His body continued to jolt while he persistently pounded his groin into my face; fucking it without any shame while I allowed it and relished every naughty moment of his pubescent hormonal lustfulness.
It lasted only a few moments, but I enjoyed each and every second as I sucked and slurped his erection when with one final grunt and pelvic thrust his penis suddenly shriveled up in my mouth as the boy pushed me away. I let his soft three inch worm slip from my lips while he leaned back against the tiles of the shower room with his face completely slack and his eyes still closed as he breathed in and out gasping for air. I stood back up my own erection twitching around and I watched him as he began to recuperate with his deep cobalt blue eyes fluttering open and looking into my sprightly green orbs.
He suddenly stepped forward on wobbly legs pulling me into his body. “Oh god Latham, that was so fucking intense. It’s been days since I’ve been able to get off. Lately, every time I hop in the shower it seems like mom or Jewels need to get in for whatever reason and I’m never able to get off. Fuck, I hate having so many damn women and only one bathroom; not to mention having to share a room with my sister.” He sighed, holding on to me when I suddenly realized the time.
“Oh fuck, Joey. I…I’ve got to get going. Pop’s is waiting and we are heading out to the cabin for the summer.” I told him seeing the confusion on his face as I untangled myself from him and immediately started making my way towards the exit of the shower room.
“What…wait…what about you? I mean, I never get to do anything with you.” He seemed to whine in frustration as I glanced over my shoulder seeing the disappointment on his face before I grabbed my towel off the metal hook.
Toweling myself off real quick I noticed he was grabbing his shampoo and getting his hair lathered up quickly as if he was trying to get cleaned up in a hurry. I paused for a second noticing how his soft three inch penis wriggled around contentedly making my own erection twitch around in reminder of how it hadn’t been pleasured in over a month. Ignoring my hormonal urges I wrapped the towel around my waist and quickly made my way to the locker hurriedly getting dressed into a pair of shorts and tee shirt. Pops had purposefully stashed them in the bag for me today since he knew it was supposed to be warm. I looked at the time realizing I was running a couple of minutes late.
I was half dressed when Joey came running around the corner looking at me a bit disappointed again since I already had most of my clothes on. “Shit Latham, this isn’t fair. Why can’t I do anything with you? I mean, I’ve never even gotten to jack you off or anything, but what I really want is to…to…,” he blushed a bit embarrassed, but was determined now. “I want to suck you off.” He spit out heatedly catching me by surprise at the bluntness of his statement while my penis lurched excitedly as if it agreed with Joey’s sentiment.
“I…I…really?” I asked still stunned as I once more was reminded how in many ways my penis was still like a virgin in regards to having been pleasured by someone else besides my own hand.
Joey blushed, also speechless for a second before he managed to find his voice. “Um…yeah…I mean…shit Latham you are fucking sexy hot and I love the way it feels when you make love…um…,” he paused blushing and giggling at the way he was talking, but managed to finish up. “Hell Latham, I love how it feels when your lips and hands make love to my cock. Is it too much for me to ask you to allow me to return the favor?” He asked seriously snatching the towel from around his waist and placing it on the bench before taking a seat next to my shoe I was tying to my feet.
Pausing for a moment I sighed shaking my head. “Fuck Joey, I always have shitty timing when it comes to you being able to get me off. I…I’d love that, but I do have to get going and I’m already running late.” I apologized, setting down my left foot and lifting up my right one so I could get my shoe on and tied.
“What…but…you said you are heading to the cabin for the summer. It means I won’t see you for like…months. Latham…I…I can’t take not seeing you for that long. It isn’t fair.” He told me seriously as I paused again looking up into his face noticing them begin to well up. “I…I need you Latham. I…I…it’s not fair I didn’t even get to do anything with you.” He stated again as a tear ran down his cheek making me feel awful because I should have told him about the cabin and the plan for summer.
The other boy really had been a true friend being there for me and now I was abandoning him. It almost felt like I had taken advantage of him in some ways. Pursing my lips I didn’t know what to say or do as I finished tying off my shoe laces before standing up and reaching for my things. I scooted past him and stopped turning around with an idea having suddenly popped into mind.
“If you asked your mom do you think she’d let you come to the cabin?” I asked with him staring at me for a moment trying to digest what I was saying.
“Um…I…yeah maybe. I mean she wanted me to do like a summer camp thing this year so I don’t think she would mind the idea of me spending the time at the cabin instead, but…,” he paused scrunching up his face shaking his head. “How’d I get there? Mom doesn’t have time to drive me and it is too far.” He added looking a bit disappointed.
“Listen Joey, I do have to run if I want to make it to Luke’s Lacrosse game. I promised him I’d be there, at least for a part of it, but just ask your mom when you get home. I’ll call you on the way to Eelee with the arrangements. Pop’s has to come back into the city because of a patient or two he needs to see to. He’s going to bring Cody back with him to the cabin for a whole week and he can pick you up on Saturday too if it is alright with your mom.” I explained quickly turning to leave.
“Wait…I…shit…who’s Cody?” He asked as I rounded the corner of the locker room not pausing as I yelled back to him.
“He’s the other boy who was…who was…with me and Marty that day.” I almost choked with the threat of tears welling up as I quickly made it to the door pausing long enough to yell at Joey. “Just talk to your mom and I’ll give you a call in about an hour to give you enough time. I’m sure she won’t say no once PopPop talks to her.
“A…alright I will.” I heard Joey yelling as I started through the door leading out pausing a second when he yelled at me again. “But only if you promise to let me do stuff with you at the cabin. I won’t come unless you promise that the two of us will finally get to do things for real…both ways.” He insisted with me pausing and pursing my lips because who the fuck makes that kind of demand.
It wasn’t something I didn’t want anyway, so I figured what the hell as I chuckled shrugging my shoulders. “It’s a date.” I began to laugh.
I heard him busting up as well and whoop. “Yahoo; it’s my first official date, and with one of the hottest boys in school to boot.” He began laughing his ass off with me unable to control myself at his outburst rolling my eyes and chuckling all the way to the car realizing it was my first official date too, that is with another boy.
PopPop was waiting for me at the school exit by the gym class and when I climbed into the car he glanced towards me and smiled while nodding his head in greeting. I suppose I was doing much better than I have in weeks and it showed making him happy. We made some small talk with me telling him about Joey as he jumped on the main freeway for a short jaunt before veering off on one of the smaller winding roads that would eventually drop us into Eelee. The trip was about a two hour drive and even though most of the road was a one lane road in either direction we were making relatively good time. It was a Thursday and we got out of the city way before rush hour and in the back area there weren’t any big towns so it was pretty much smooth sailing as we chatted away.
When I told him about Joey he glanced towards me and smiled. “What?” I asked.
“Nothing…it’s just I’m glad to see you out of that funk.” He smiled back sincerely.
Looking down into my lap I nodded my head understanding where he was coming from because I hadn’t been good company to anyone for a while including Pops. “I know and I guess spending some time with Cody last night helped a little. Not to mention how both Luke and Joey helped me through the worst of it. I miss Marty, a lot, more than I would have thought, but I learned a lot from him and this is not how he would have wanted me to be like.” I responded my eyes welling up a little because his loss still made me sad.
“I know Latham, and I’m glad you are going to be surrounded with friends who mean the most to you right now. They are all good boys, but you are going to be the oldest at the cabin when I’m at the hospital or running errands so you will have to be sure you are responsible enough to take care of the younger ones. I can’t leave you alone with them if you can’t…,” he sighed glancing towards me before continuing. “If it was just Luke I wouldn’t be so worried Latham, but with Cody and now Joey as well…,” he shrugged his shoulders making me furl my brow in thought understanding where he was coming from.
“It’ll be alright Pops.” I finally responded. “I’m sure there may be some moments…you know where I might get a little sad, but I’m pretty much over it now. I know I have to be responsible enough if I am going to have my friends over at the cabin, but it will be alright…I promise.” I assured PopPop with him glancing over at me and nodding his head as if in agreement before focusing on driving while I gazed out the window enjoying the scenery.
I always enjoyed this drive and thought it was a pretty one. The weather was absolutely fantastic as well with the sun shining down warmly. During this time of year it was typically a bit on the wet side and still a bit nippy with the temperatures ranging in the fifty degree Fahrenheit range. This was an unusual year of weather though for our region with the afternoon sun having the thermometers reading in the low seventies. The extended weather forecast also called for this pattern to remain from here on out through the summer months. Very warm indeed for our part of the region, but I wasn’t complaining and actually looking forward to finally getting a decent tan this summer while at the cabin.
The parking lot was pretty full by the time we pulled into it at the sport’s field just on the outskirts of the small town of Eelee. It kind of surprised me just how full it was considering this was just a junior kid’s lacrosse game making me wonder if maybe it was the nice warm weather bringing people out to watch. There weren’t a lot of organized sports activities going on in the region so I suppose this was good entertainment for the locals.
The game had started at four in the afternoon and from what Luke said it would probably finish up around six. Pops had made good time and it was just after five so we’d probably be catching the last forty or fifty minutes of the game. We hurried down to the bleachers spotting Luke’s mom and dad sitting about a third of the way up and towards the end. The Oliva’s spotted us and waived for us to join them so we tried to weave our way through the throng of seated people to some minor grumblings. The people bobbed and weaved their head trying to look around us so they could keep an eye on the game.
The bleachers were packed and I wasn’t sure if there would be enough room for us with Mr. Oliva scooting towards the outer bleachers against two teenagers who looked to be about sixteen years old and big enough to be linemen on a football team. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought they looked kind of familiar. One of the boys grumbled, which suddenly got the attention of Mr. Oliva who stood up his hulking body blocking the view of everyone seated behind him. There were more grumblings now, but not very forceful ones because who in their right mind would want to confront a guy like him as Mr. Oliva glared at the closest teen.
“What’d you say brah?” He questioned his voice turning to the typical Hawaiian like accent.
The teen didn’t look perturbed or frightened in the least and shrugged his shoulders as if trying to dismiss the matter, which was definitely a big mistake because he suddenly yelped in surprise when both he and his cohort were tossed over the edge of the bleachers. Both boys had been caught off guard so literally tumbled off the edge landing on their asses. It wasn’t a far drop, but far enough for them to thump hard enough on the ground which probably caused them a bit of discomfort. They were teens though and resilient so none the worse for wear as the entire section of our bleachers erupted in a loud belted round of laughter at the two teens’ expense.
“Hey,” the first teen began to protest when Mr. Oliva clucked his tongue at the boy placing his hands on his hips and staring the boy down.
“What?” Mr. Oliva cocked his head to the side challengingly with the boy only mumbling.
“Nothing Uncle.” He replied with me now recalling they were a couple of Luke’s cousins who always teased him good heartedly about being small.
Truth be told, Luke really was pretty average for his age, it’s just compared to his dad and cousins he was the smallest out of the bunch. In school I’m sure he was fairly typical in size and weight for his age compared to other kids in his class.
“Now go chase after those girls you’ve been staring at all afternoon.” Mr. Oliva retorted pointing to a group of teenaged girls who were now giggling at the expense of the two boys and had heard Mr. Oliva’s comments which made the two teen boys blush.
“But…,” the one teen began getting cut off.
“But what…you haven’t been watching the game anyway because you’ve been too busy staring at them and batting eyes back and forth for a couple of hours now. Grow a pair of balls already and go talk to the girls instead of mooning over them.” He belted out as his deep voice boomed loudly with everyone suddenly busting a gut including the giggles from the girls that had caught the two teen boys’ attention.
“Alright sweetheart you’ve made your point already. You don’t have to embarrass the boys anymore.” Mrs. Oliva chuckled shaking her head and patting his arm getting him to move over and take a seat already while motioning for us to fill the suddenly vacant spots.
One lady a few rows up clacked her tongue admonishingly at Mr. Oliva for his crude comments to the teens, which got him riled up again as he turned around noticing who had done it. “What…got anything more to add you old prude. They’re teens for Pete’s sake. We all know what the boys and girls are after. Hell, I recalled some stories concerning you from back in the day so don’t cluck you tongue at me, you old bitty.” He retorted in a joking like fashion indicating they were probably friends with everyone busting a gut again knowing exactly what Mr. Oliva was referring to, which got a glare and then an eye roll from the woman in question before even she began to giggle because evidently she must have had a reputation back in her day.
Taking a seat next to Mrs. Oliva she immediately smothered me with a kiss on the cheek and a big hug which she didn’t release. “Mmmmm, I’ve missed you so Latham.” She sighed rocking me in her arms and fondly gazing down into my face. “You’ve grown some I think and are turning into such a fine handsome teenager. Before long you will have grown into a fine man right in front of my eyes.” She gushed giving me a big hug making me feel so welcome in her warm tender embrace.
We chatted for a few minutes with her pointing out Luke and explaining a bit about what was going on. I had to admit I didn’t know much at all about the game. It looked like a very rough and tumble kind of sport, but in a highly controlled kind of way. There were penalties given out for those who knocked other players down, hit them with their lacrosse sticks, tried to trip, or any other various infractions that could actually seriously hurt another player. It didn’t mean there weren’t plenty of bumping and jostling for position and the ball. Of course it wasn’t anything like football with guys actually bashing into each other, but it was undeniably a very physical and rough kind of sport.
Listening while I watched, Mrs. Oliva quickly explained how there were always ten players for each team on the field. The field in a way was sort of broken up into three parts: A defensive side, a middle part, and the offensive side, which of course was reversed for the other team. In other words the defensive bottom part for one team’s side was the offensive side for the opposing team. There always had to be four defensive players on the bottom half of the field at all times, three defenders and one goalie. Next there always had to be three offensive players called attack-men in the upper half of the field at all times. Finally, there were three players called mid-fielders who played back and forth all the time, with Mrs. Oliva explaining how Luke was one of the mid-fielders.
The explanation was fairly basic and straightforward and made sense as she clarified it some more. She pointed out when the ball is on the defensive side for one team all the mid-fielders are back playing defense. If suddenly one of the attack-men crosses the half field line to the defensive side leaving only two offensive players in the other side where there are supposed to be three it is called offside. On the other hand if one team is attacking and has six players in the offense side and one of the defense guys crosses over the mid-field line to go on the offensive it leaves only three defenders on their side, two defenders and a goalie which is also considered offside. It was basic and made sense.
In between the explanation I could hear Pops talking to Luke’s dad asking about the situation involving the news reporter. Mr. Oliva snorted and said the man wanted to sue but he didn’t think it would go anywhere since the prosecuting attorney was planning on filing charges of child endangerment. Then Mr. Oliva lowered his voice a little, probably not wanting me to hear, but my sensitive ears picked it up anyway as he stated there might even be more charges because of what happened to Marty. My grandfather nodded and acknowledged he had gotten word through his lawyer about the charges and that I would probably have to testify which was the first I heard about it. The news made me a little nervous, but Pops added he was trying to work something out so that Cody and I wouldn’t have to testify to what happened in regards to the kidnappers finding out where Marty was because of the news reporter. He was also including something so that Luke wouldn’t have to testify either in regards to what happened at the funeral.
He pointed out how the news station already agreed to fire the guy and no one else wanted to hire him so his career was pretty much through anyway, which was good enough for Pops if it meant I didn’t have to go through any more crap and I tended to agree. The news reporter deserved prison time for what he did, but in the end it would create more nightmares for Cody and probably me as well so probably not worth it. What truly sealed it for me was when Pops indicated Mr. Oliva would be off the hook as well. He explained how he already talked to his lawyer about making some sort of agreement of having the charges against the news reporter dropped in exchange for him not to go after Mr. Oliva in a lawsuit. Facing the prospect of real prison time could be a very powerful motivator and before we left for the cabin Pop’s lawyer had told him a tentative agreement had been reached for all parties concerned.
This news relieved me as I began looking around kind of surprised at the crowd. “Wow, there are a ton of people here watching the game.” I noted, Mrs. Oliva nodding her head.
“Yes, this is for the regional championship and we are playing against our biggest rivals. They are considered number one in the state, but that is because of the inflated way they’ve been getting press. Our guys are just as good if not better and that isn’t bragging. Luke is actually probably one of the best lacrosse players in the state for his age, and the bench goes real deep for our team this year. Just watch and you will see what I mean.” She added as I did just that, amazed at the quickness and speed Luke displayed.
Currently the score was tied at three apiece and the game was very fast paced with players quickly running back and forth which amazed me at the amount of running involved. From what I gathered this game was more fast paced than usual and required a lot of stamina from the players. Both sides constantly switched out players and I quickly caught on how multiple players can be switched out in-between plays while only one on one at a time during play. Luke seemed to stay in play for most of the time only being brought out occasionally to catch his breath or to grab a quick drink before standing on the sideline waiting to be hustled back into the game.
It quickly became obvious to me that when he was in play the game suddenly was kicked up several notches and once he was taken out for a minute or two at a time it slowed down. He seemed to control the flow and the game revolved around him all the time. Luke was a mid-fielder so played both sides of the game. The mid-fielders tended to be rotated out the most, but Luke seemed to remain in the game even when his mid-fielders tended to rotate out more often. I began to understand what Mrs. Oliva meant by Luke’s team having a deep bench because all the mid-fielders getting rotated in and out were similarly skilled with Luke standing out as the most talented of all.
Luke was smaller than almost everyone, but that was more because he was one of the youngest on this team, yet he never backed down giving as much as he got. It was his burst of speed and quickness that would catch players by surprise, not to mention the way he handled the ball. What set him apart was his skill and ability in all aspect of the sport which included speed, stamina, ball handling, and physicality. He’d carry the ball avoiding the opponents and was quick to pass at the right times setting his team into the appropriate positions. He seemed in command of the field knowing where everyone was at all times.
The smaller boy was difficult to defend against because he was continually moving, but it wasn’t just him being constantly in motion, but rather he did it with burst of speed, energy, and control never seeming to tire while it became obvious the opposing team was beginning to wear down. Players on the other side began to stumble and miss opportunities while Luke had a firm grip with his fellow players continually going on the offensive pressing the other side. There was still plenty of time left in the game and Luke along with his teammates looked fresh while the other side began to wilt; especially, in this warmer weather.
“Ah, here we go.” Mr. Oliva sat up straighter nodding his head. “This is where we separate the men from the boys. The other team is very good, but they don’t have the depth and stamina. Luke’s been forcing the other side to hustle the entire game knowing they would never be able to keep up and eventually crack and HERE IT COMES.” He shouted when Luke suddenly intercepted a sloppy pass sprinting down the field so fast it caught the defenders off guard.
The opposing team tried to recover in time as their defenders sprinted towards Luke who kept the ball and at the last moment suddenly flicked his wrist to an attack-man who had seen the play and immediately situated himself into position like they’ve practiced. The other boy was used to Luke’s quick passes and snatched it up easily. Of course Luke’s throw was dead on launching the ball right into his fellow teammates netting and with a simple flick of the wrist the other boy immediately launched the ball into the opposing team’s net for a goal. It happened so quick the goalie of the opposing team couldn’t even react.
Everyone on our sides of the bleachers erupted into a standing applause whooping it up while Luke immediately jumped on his team mate who had scored, quickly followed by other teammates as they celebrated together. A couple of players from the other team started arguing with each other pointing fingers and I could tell they were beginning to unravel.
“Whoa, that was like totally wicked. I could hardly see the ball when Luke launched it.” I admitted with Mr. Oliva nodding his head enthusiastically.
“Yeah, he’s deadly alright and sometimes it scares the crap out of his teammates because it comes hard and fast. They’ve gotten used to it though knowing he is dead accurate.”
It was clear Luke was a team player. He knew he was much better than anyone on his team or on the field for that matter, but he wasn’t a ball hog or anything. He spread things around, which made him even more dangerous. From where I was sitting he probably could have scored for himself despite the onrush of the other team players to box him in, but he had read the field and reacted unselfishly throwing a zinger to his teammate for a score.
After a quick celebration Luke and one guy on the opposing team went to center field. The other kid was huge compared to Luke making me cringe a bit with how lopsided it seemed. Luke had a helmet and padding, but still the other guy was way bigger than him and made me a little concerned because I didn’t know what was going to happen next but it didn’t look good.
“What’s going on?” I asked with Mr. Oliva speaking up.
“Oh, after a score one person from each team face off for the ball to put back into play.”
“But the other guy is huge.” I responded a little worriedly.
“Ha,” Mr. Oliva snorted. “Well the lug learned a big lesson from the very beginning. He tried to slam into Luke but it didn’t work. It pays off to have cousins who are twice as big as you constantly beating on you while growing up. Luke just braced himself scooping down low and the guy literally plowed over the top with Luke suddenly standing up launching the idiot into the air as he flipped over and knocked the wind out of his lungs when he landed hard on his back. The opposing team was looking for a foul and they got one alright with a personal foul being called against the other kid.” Mr. Oliva busted up laughing with others around us doing the same recalling the scene while I didn’t understand.
Mr. Oliva explained. “It was obvious the other kid instigated it and was trying to intimidate Luke. If he would have succeeded he would have gotten a foul for smashing and knocking Luke down. Even the referee knew what the intention had been all along and when the other coach complained the guy just looked at him like he was stupid or something pointing towards Luke indicating his size and then towards the big oaf who was helped off the field and his size while explaining the only way this could have happened is if the guy was trying to plow someone down. It isn’t Luke’s fault if the guy was so tall he went right over the top of him. Of course he did leave out that Luke intentionally launched the other boy into the air as a bit of a payback. Anyway, the big lug hasn’t tried anything again.” He told me as I saw Luke grinning at his opponent and even wink at the guy who looked to be steaming mad.
The referee set the ball down in a designated spot and the two boys faced off placing their sticks on the ground as I heard the call. “Ready, down, set…,” and then a whistle.
Luke was lightning fast immediately scooping up the ball and rotating up and around which seemed to frustrate his opponent who immediately slashed down with his stick across Luke’s arm. It looked vicious and I cringed with the official immediately blowing his whistle while everyone grumbled, even the spectators and parents on the opposing team seemed to grumble over it. I saw a man on the opposite side immediately make his way down to the sideline while the official was scolding the other kid. Without a word the man walked onto the field and grabbed the other boy’s facemask to get his attention. I could tell the official at first was upset, but then seemed to let things play out.
It was obvious it was the boy’s father and he was chewing his kid a new one before dragging him over towards Luke who was shaking his arm loose and testing his grip on the lacrosse stick. The man pointed towards Luke and said something with the other boy shaking his head as if refusing. The father smacked the boy’s helmet and insisted. We all knew it hadn’t hurt the kid, besides it wasn’t like a big smack just one of those typical little smacks as a reminder who the real boss was and it seemed to work. The other boy finally caved and seemed to apologize to Luke who extended his hand graciously and accepted the apology.
It didn’t end there though because the man grabbed his son by the face mask and pulled him over towards our side of the bleachers. Without stopping he came right up to the side where Mr. Oliva was sitting not looking very pleased with his son who was forced along. I suppose he was teaching his son a big lesson in sportsmanship. Stopping next to Mr. and Mrs. Oliva the man looked up with pursed lips.
“Mr. and Mrs. Oliva I wish to apologize for my son’s behavior. Something like this will never happen again. He simply got beat today by a better player. He’s never been in that situation before and hasn’t learned how to accept such things, but this behavior will never happen again. That much I can assure you.” He insisted forcing his son to listen to him apologize for something the kid was responsible for and not his father.
I could see the shame in the other boy’s downcast eyes knowing this was one lesson he would never forget; how his own father apologized for his wrong doing. I had to admire the man because he was teaching his son a valuable lesson in humility and graciousness.
“It’s alright.” Mr. Oliva accepted the man’s apology extending his hand like Luke had done with the bigger boy as the two men shook hands. “Besides, Luke doesn’t look any worse for the wear.” He admitted with the man nodding.
“I should hope not. I was upset earlier at the start of the game thinking it was simple over exuberance, but now I’m not so sure. If I find out the coach put him up to it you can be assured there will be consequences for those actions.” He told Mr. Oliva glancing sideways at his son who was looking very submissive before apologizing once more and walking his son back to the other side motioning for him to take a seat on the bench and remove his gear.
The other coach seemed to exchange some words with the boy’s father and it looked as if he was trying to convince the father to let the boy continue to play, but the boy’s father started shoving his finger in the man’s chest as a heated argument took up for all of like five seconds. The coach was acting as if the father had no right to interfere until a couple of other parents stood up in support of the boy’s father. It was obvious no one appreciated what had happened and the parents seemed to agree that what occurred was totally inappropriate. The coach immediately backed down once it became clear he was being challenged on multiple fronts. The referee came over making sure everything was alright and to settle things down reminding the coach this wasn’t about his ego, but the kids themselves.
During the exchange one of Luke’s coaches came out to check his arm with Luke indicating it was fine. They bandaged it up and put a pad on his forearm to help protect it from getting banged up even more. The game resumed with the other team falling apart as Luke took control from that point forward. Within moments of the ball being put into play it was Luke who scored almost immediately for another point.
A short while later Mr. Oliva looked at his watch and sighed. He had to leave for the night shift and his wife had to go as well. I was kind of surprised, but it was obvious by this time there was no stopping Luke’s team as they pulled ahead by four points at this point. There was only about another ten minutes of official play, but it could go longer than that as we exchanged some words with Mr. and Mrs. Oliva thanking us for taking Luke with us to the cabin.
They gave me a big hug saying they were glad I was feeling better and that Luke had been looking forward to spending more time with me. Mr. Oliva gave me a wink and teased by saying of course it had nothing to do with me getting Luke out of school an extra day early since he wasn’t going to classes tomorrow. The comment got an admonishing look from his wife before she sighed and shook her head not really upset since it was only one day with summer vacation officially starting after that anyway.
There was a lull in the game for some infraction or other as the Oliva’s walked by the team bench and Luke’s dad whistled out grabbing his son’s attention. I saw the boy running over real quick like and exchange some words. Luke removed his helmet for a second and gave his mom a quick kiss before shoving his helmet back on and running out to the field ready to go. The referee sort of let the incident slide considering what happened earlier and no one seemed to mind the couple of extra seconds it took for Luke’s parents to say goodbye as they hustled off running a tad late.
By the time the game ended it became a complete route with Luke’s team winning nine to three. The other team simply ran out of steam to the more conditioned one belonging to Luke. Skill wise the two teams had been rather evenly matched, but Luke’s strategy of pushing the pace making the other team try to keep up won out in the end. The good part about it is that many of the players on Luke’s team all got a chance to get some time in as well because his coach made sure to rotate them in and out giving everyone some quality play time.
Now as we walked back to our car with Luke carrying his gear bag while Pops and I carried some of his other things I kept glancing over towards him as he prattled on excitedly about the game. He was all sweaty, but I had to admit he really had a nice looking physique and body, not to mention a very cute face as I tried to shove those thoughts out of my head. Smiling and nodding my head as he explained some technique or another I finally managed to tell him how impressed I was and that I was really glad I came to watch because until today I’ve never been to a Lacrosse game.
Pops opened up the back of our SUV and Luke tossed his gear bag up into an empty spot before turning towards me and surprising me with a big hug which I returned a little awkwardly because he was still wearing his padding beneath his jersey. “It’s so good to see you again Latham. I…I’ve been so worried about you.” He admitted releasing me and blushing at the impromptu hug and glancing around a little nervously since other people were making their way to their own vehicles as well.
No one seemed to take notice as he blushed and giggled shyly looking a bit awkward now so I decided to save him from the embarrassment. “I know Luke. I haven’t been great company lately and I feel really bad about it. Both you and Joey took the brunt of it I’m afraid, but I am feeling a lot better.” I admitted watching him peel off his jersey before removing his padding exposing his sweaty naked torso to me.
He had a really tight looking body that was deceptively smooth as I quickly looked him over. Just below the surface of his skin I could make out his sinewy muscles. He didn’t have a six pack or anything because not many kids his age do, but I could tell he had a powerful lean kind of musculature just beneath the surface. His father was right, not many kids his age could push him around without facing the consequences because I was beginning to realize he was a lot stronger than he looked. Of course I had size and weight on him along with being over a year older, but I’m sure he’d hold his own in a wrestling match. I suppose having to constantly scrap with his older and much bigger cousins had toughened him up.
The younger boy opened up his gear bag and pulled out a towel quickly wiping himself down before tossing his loose jersey over his small frame. I had to swallow because he looked really cute in those loose sky blue colored silky like game shorts and matching jersey. There was a team logo in gold embossed on both the shorts and jersey along with his name and number on the back of his shirt.
He must have felt me staring at him because he glanced at me and I blushed looking away as his grin widened as if somehow pleased. He leaned over and removed his cleats tossing them into his gear bag pulling out a pair of Nike sneaks and putting those on before closing up the back. Pops had already climbed into the front seat while we were loading Luke’s gear starting up the car and turning on the air conditioner for us. We made our way to the passenger side of the SUV and instead of me slipping into the front seat I opened up the second door and started to climb in so I could sit with Luke.
“Oops…,” I paused for a second reaching for a lever.
“What’s wrong?” Luke asked curiously looking over my shoulders.
“Nothing, just forgot we strapped the cooler along with my bag from school in the second row bench seats so PopPop and I could grab some drinks and snacks. I’m trying to pop the back of the seat down a little so we can climb into the back row.” I told him getting the seat to fold down enough for me to squeeze past.
There were a couple of more bags on the back bench as well, but I shoved some into the back of me and a few things in front before getting settled into the seat allowing Luke to climb in. He leaned forward, his cute butt wriggling in front of my face as he grabbed the door handle slamming it shut before taking a seat next to me and giggling while I blushed for having looked at his adorably cute ass.
“Cozy.” He stated since it was a bit tight with stuff stacked all around us.
“You boys alright back there?” Pops called out.
“Yeah, we just forgot about Luke is all, but I made room and we won’t have to strap him on to the roof.” I retorted with us all laughing as pops pulled out of the parking lot.
“Thirsty?” I asked with Luke nodding his head. “Want something to drink Pops?” I asked with him looking in the rear view mirror and nodding his head in the affirmative.
Unbuckling my seatbelt for a moment I leaned over the front of the bench seat opening up the cooler and fishing out a plastic bottle of coke for Pops stretching out and placing it in his hand that he had stretched backwards. “Soda or PowerAde?” I asked with him opting for a PowerAde. “Any particular flavor?” I inquired, with him shrugging so I fished out two bottles randomly and handed him one and opening up one for myself taking a big swig of it before screwing the cap back into place and setting it in the cup holder next to my seat.
Luke did the same taking several long swigs before setting his off to the side. “That was a wicked game.” I told him excitedly with him smiling and nodding his head.
“Yeah my dad and I had been watching some of their games and we noted that even though they were good we were just as good if not better. The difference was they didn’t work out as hard as we do and we’ve got way more stamina, not to mention our talent on the bench is way deep.” He noted with me nodding appreciating some of the nuances of the game. “So you really thought I was good?” He asked with me nodding my head.
“Yeah, for a small guy.” I teased knowing how it tended to get him riled up and I wasn’t disappointed when he stepped up taking the bait.
“Hey, I’m not small.” He retorted. “At least not where it counts.” He countered suggestively as he glanced down at my crotch noticing the decent sized mound there as he giggled before bragging. “I bet I’m bigger than you.” He taunted with me giggling now shaking my head.
“Well you know what they say regarding guys who brag about their size.” I teased back keeping my voice low glad Pops had turned up the radio when we left the parking lot with Luke’s eyebrows furling questioningly. “Well they tend to be really puny down there.” I retorted immediately making a grab for his goods in typical teasing fashion for boys.
It’s amazing how guys tend to have really fast reflexes when it comes to protecting our family jewels as he immediately managed to deflect my hands away with it now becoming an impromptu wrestling match. All we could really do was sort of push and shove against one another trying to find an opening for our hands to find a purchase on the other guy’s treasure chest. The attempts at snatching and actually latching on were more halfhearted with each of us knowing this was simply for fun and games.
We were pretty well concealed behind the bench in front of us and even though we were giggling like little girls in the back Pops prudently ignored us. I suppose he sort of understood this was simply all good fun between two friends. If he knew we were actually getting a bit frisky with one another I couldn’t say, but it truly was simple teasing and playfulness between two friends. Still, I couldn’t help but chub up slightly because I was beginning to realize Luke really was sexy cute. We both wrangled around a little before settling down still giggling and glancing at one another. I noticed his eyes glancing down at my crotch and it kind of showed how I was at half mast.
Glancing down at Luke I noticed a small rounded lump where the silky smooth fabric of his jersey shorts had settled around his crotch. I couldn’t quite make out what he had going on down there. The last time I had sort of looked was at the hospital when we had taken Marty in. The thought of the mute boy gave me a small twinge of guilt as I brushed it off to the side recalling the incident between Luke and myself instead. I had actually rubbed on his penis through his pants with the palm of my hands and had actually given him an orgasm. At least I was sure it had happened. It was strange, but I’ve never seen Luke naked in all the years we’ve known one another so didn’t even begin to know what he had down there. Even when I was rubbing him it was difficult to gauge because of the stiff fabric from the pants he was wearing.
Now as I looked at him I would have thought with the type of fabric from his shorts there would be a bit of something indicating what he had down there. He totally had a bulge down there, but I couldn’t tell how big size wise since it looked kind of smoothly rounded. It got quiet all of a sudden and I glanced up noticing Luke was watching me closely with a quirky kind of grin on his face. The boy leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I bet mine’s still bigger.” He teased with me raising my eyebrows.
“Hmmm, you think so.” I taunted placing my right hand just above his left knee with my fingers along the inside part of his leg. “Maybe I will just have to see for myself.” I continued to taunt him slowly running my hands upwards along the silky smoothness of his firm thigh noticing him actually leaning back and scooting downwards.
He even spread open his legs giving me more access with his green eyes twinkling playfully while he gave me an evil kind of grin as if daring me. “I’ll do it you know.” I threatened him.
“Hah, I dare you. As a matter of fact I double dare you.” He jeered sticking his tongue out at me.
“Hmmmm, well if I recall I’ve done it before.” I reminded him with Luke giggling because my fingers were tickling the inside of his thighs.
“Yeah, and if I remember correctly you went running into the bathroom scared away by my large awesomeness when it was my turn to find out what you had.” He smirked in reminder giving me a triumphant kind of look as I chuckled recalling how afterwards I actually got a panic attack when he wanted to reciprocate.
By this time my hand had traveled over his shorts resting on top of the fabric right on the inside of his left thigh and only about an inch away from his crotch. I stopped and looked down hesitating because it appeared as if he had called my bluff. I was getting ready to admit defeat when he fired another teasing shot at me.
“Ha…I knew it…,” He began chuckling. “I knew you were afraid of my rather nice endowment.” He giggled in a low voice so Pops couldn’t hear up front before sticking me with another little barb. “It’s alright though, just admit I’m bigger than you and all will be forgiven.” He stuck his tongue out at me.
At that point I don’t know what had gotten into me because I suddenly reached over and cupped my hands over his crotch. Luke’s legs jerked upward and he chirped in surprise at my sudden lunge before he abruptly burst out laughing his ass off while my eyes flared open in complete shock and surprise at what he was truly sporting just beneath his shorts.
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End of Chapter Twenty One: Renewing Friendships
Coming soon Chapter Twenty two: A Time Of Healing
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