Stitcher - 6. Fireworks

Yeah, the Summer was off to a great start. My boyfriend was pretty much wearing his hot-as-fuck Speedo at the pool and getting a tan that was only getting deeper and hotter every day. I know I keep telling you how fucking sexy my boy is, but dayum! Between his time at the pool and his workouts at the gym, I sometimes wonder if I’m gonna be able to keep him around!

Don’t get me wrong. I’m at the gym with Ian pretty much every day after work. My abs are looking good. My pecs and arms are better than ever. But my ass? Well, I don’t want to brag, but it’s round, tight, and muscular. Trust me. When my ass is surrounding Ian Jr., I can make my boy see heaven and the stars in a matter of seconds. Shit, I can’t believe there was a time I was afraid of doing it with a dude. But when that dude’s Ian-Fucking-Greenely, how the Hell could I resist? Right?

Things at the shop are going better than ever. We’ve been super busy with Summer weddings, and I’ve had to make Charlie full-time. I can’t believe we never really knew each other during high school. He even worked on the costume crew for the school’s musicals. But he tells me he was too shy and pretty much stayed in the shop and sewed.

Now the funniest thing about that is that he says he was shy. He’s so outgoing with the customers, and when he’s working with them, he has the entire shop filled with laughter at his antics. He says things to the customers that I could never have gotten away with!

One day in early June, he was taking measurements for a wedding party of scorching hot college boys, and he boldly asks them, “Okay, is anyone freeballing this morning? ‘Cause if you are, you’re going last—I like to call it my own personal grand finale!” Holy shit! Shy? Charlie?

I was going through the tuxedo catalog with the groom when I heard Charlie “loudly” whisper to the freeballer, “Can you move that big boy over a bit? I keep getting different measurements—and they keep getting larger. And then you can give me your phone number so I can call you later.”

I looked up, and I’ll be damned if the fucking freeballer had about nine inches of hard cock straining against his jeans. And I’ll be damned again if Charlie didn’t come in the next morning glowing and tired from spending most of the night with the dude in his hotel room!

Now that we were spending five days a week together, Charlie and I were getting pretty close. Despite our work relationship, we were fast becoming good friends. I would always laugh when Ian would come into the shop because Charlie would put on this huge, goofy smile and run out to the front to say hi. Yeah, major crush on my boy. Ian and I would tease him mercilessly, and he would just shrug and say, “Hey, can’t help what makes me get all hot and bothered, and Cam knows exactly how I feel!”

Ian and I also decided to make Charlie our summer project. This boy was way too skinny, so we decided to take him to the gym with us three nights a week. He resisted at first until Ian told him that it was the older daddies who liked skinny twinks (I don’t know if that’s necessarily true) and that he needed to put a little muscle on those bones.

When Charlie still resisted, I added that the only way he would see Ian naked was when we were in the locker room and showers. I’ll be damned if Charlie wasn’t riding with us to the gym the next day!

I couldn’t help but laugh when my exhibitionist boy just dropped his shorts and stood in front of Charlie completely naked. “You like what you see?”

Our new friend stood there with his mouth hung open and got instant wood. “Holy shit, Ian. I had no idea—oh, fuck!” He looked down and saw a growing wet spot on his underwear. He grabbed his workout shorts and put them on quickly.

I walked over to Charlie and told him not to worry. I told him that I still pop wood when I see Ian naked.

Ian walked over to Charlie with his signature smile—still fucking naked, of course. “Charlie, if you work hard and put your mind to it, you can have muscles just like this a year from now.”

“Well, fuck that! I’ll never have to go on a date again! I’ll just stand in front of my mirror and be happy as shit!”

That night, after fucking the Hell outta my beautiful boy, we were holding each other, and I asked him why he teased Charlie so much. He told me he wanted to get all of the boy’s awkwardness out of the way right upfront. Fuck me, it worked. Charlie hardly ever looked at Ian the same way (or at least didn’t get caught looking) since that first night.

About three weeks later, Charlie was starting to show a little tone and definition. He was giddy with what he was seeing and was actually happy about buying new clothes because the ones he had were starting to get a little tight. We would tell him that he was looking good, and he would just beam with pride—especially when those compliments would come from Ian. Silly boy!

It was also time to get ready for the annual Fourth of July cookout. This year was going to be a lot more interesting. Jack Anderson would be there along with Liz and his son, Jacob. And, of course, Eli would most certainly be the center of attention.

I asked Charlie what he was doing for the Fourth. He said he had no plans since his folks were in Sarasota, spending a couple of weeks with his grandparents. I sent a quick text to Claire and asked if there was room for one more, and she said she was down for that.

Oh yeah—Jacob. Of course, there’s a story there since he was the dude who knocked my fucking lights out on graduation night. Well, I guess I should ask him to tell his side of the story.

* * * * *

So, when Dad went over to Cam’s to see that baby, I thought he had completely lost it. I mean, that baby was the whole reason our family had been destroyed. But Liz explained what had happened with her—and then with Dad, so I guess I just had to go with the flow.

That’s me—Jacob “go-with-the-flow” Anderson. Well, except that one time at my sister’s high school graduation when my fist found its way onto Cam Franklin’s face. I had never in my life been in a fight, and that was the first—and last—time I’d ever hit someone. Holy shit! I think it hurt my hand as much as it hurt Cam’s face.

Dad was super-pissed at me for that, too. I had just graduated from MIT with a degree in Architecture and Planning and was about to start my post-grad internship at my dad’s office. I couldn’t use my right hand for two weeks, so I had to sit there and watch Dad work. Crap! That was about as exciting as watching grass grow.

Cam told me I didn’t have to say anything about the accident since enough has been said about it, but let me tell you—losing Mom and Janet was by far the most horrible thing to happen in my life. I pray to God that nothing like that ever happens to our family again.

I also have to say that Liz saved my life during that time. She stayed with me and talked with me for days on end. When I was having a bad time, Liz would be there and hold me and talk me off the ledge. When she was having her own bad times, I was there for her. Liz and I became super close through that time while we just took care of each other—and Dad.

Most people think it’s strange how Liz became such an important part of our family. You see, despite the Catholic church and the oppression they tend to teach, Mom and Dad were pretty chill when it came to Janet and Liz’s relationship. They accepted Liz just as they would a boyfriend.

Liz also told me that when they came out to my folks, Dad let it slip that they always thought I would be the one who would turn out gay. Well, they weren’t entirely wrong. I guess you could put me in the category of “fluid.” I like that so much better than bi.

I dated several girls in high school and college—even fucked more than a few. But nothing ever grabbed me emotionally. On the other hand, my roommate and I had our own romps in the sack, and I have to say I enjoyed the Hell out of that!

Kelsey was a total nerd. He was an engineering student, about 5’6”, and a bit on the skinny side. But let me tell you, take his clothes off, and that little runt had a monster cock! I love sucking that thing and making him thrash around on his bed. He even fucked me a few times, and damn! I couldn’t walk right for at least three days! But Kel’s favorite thing was sitting on my seven inches and nutting all over me right before I’d fill him with my hot load. He was a complete boy-whore in bed. And then, as soon as he got dressed again, back to nerdville!

I had planned to come out to Dad after graduation, but with Janet getting pregnant—and all the stress that came with that—I decided to wait until after the baby was born. I guess I’ll be waiting a little longer for things to settle down again.

Okay, okay—I’m honestly scared to death to tell him. I really don’t know why. It’s just that he’s always been so proud of me and my school successes. I just don’t want to disappoint him. I need him to stay proud of me.

About a week after Dad and Liz saw the baby, Liz finally convinced me to see him. She told me that I was the last piece of the puzzle and that our family could finally get back on the right track to peace and understanding.

It’s not that I didn’t want to see the baby. It’s really about the fact that I was violent towards him the last time I saw Cam. I didn’t want paybacks. And how the Hell do you apologize for losing your shit like that? As Liz said, “You gotta do it someday, might as well be now, right?”

The next thing she said hit me hard. She told me I was letting fear rule my life. I was afraid to be honest with Dad about liking boys better than girls. I was afraid to clean up my shit with Cam. Hell, I was scared to do anything that involved any risk. Liz told me I’d never find someone to spend my life with, and I was doomed to be a chicken-shit-pants-pisser caretaker for my old man. Yeah, those were the words she used. Do you really think you could forget them? Really?

So here I am on my way over to see Cam, Ian, and Janet’s baby. Fuck me to Hell. My stomach’s doing flip-flops. Liz puts a hand on my thigh and tells me to relax. She says they’re really nice guys, and she wouldn’t have suggested I visit them if there was any chance of trouble.

And there really wasn’t any trouble. The guys were sitting on the sofa with Eli in their lap. They immediately brought him over to me and put him in my arms. Liz told me to put my finger in his palm, and the little sucker grabbed onto it for dear life.

While watching the baby play and making baby noises, I just apologized to Cam for losing control like I did. And of course, now I was so happy this little baby could let Janet’s legacy live on. We ended up having a great talk about nothing much.

The kid shit his diaper while he was on my lap. Damn, how can such a cute little thing make such stinky shit? Liz told the guys that she and I would change the baby. What the Hell? I didn’t know fuck about diapers!

Liz said that was the point. If I was going to be a part of this kid’s life, I needed to learn how to change a diaper. It wasn’t all that hard. It just smelled so bad my eyes were watering.

After settling back down, I held the baby up to my chest, and I swear he fell asleep in just a couple of minutes. Liz told me later that he loves to sleep that way and hear the heart beating inside the chest of the person holding him.

While the baby slept, Cam walked over to the sofa and sat next to me. He offered to take the baby, but I was just happy as a clam holding that little boy for some reason. That’s exactly what I told Cam, too.

He then leaned closer and quietly said, “Your dad and Liz have kinda become part of this boy’s extended family. I just know he’d love having his Uncle Jacob be there, too.”

That’s when it happened. The tears just started falling out of my eyes. I’d never heard ‘Uncle Jacob’ said before. And that’s just who I was—this beautiful kid’s Uncle Jacob.

Before we left, Ian invited me to join in on the Fourth of July Cookout, along with Dad and Liz. Of course, I couldn’t wait. It will be nice to start being a little social again. This mourning thing was for the birds!

On the way back home, I told Liz that it just wasn’t fair that the two hottest boys I think I’ve ever seen were together. I mean, Jesus, can you imagine how hot it would be to see the two of them going at it? Oh Hell, now I’m a pathetic wannabe voyeur!

So here we are—Dad, Liz, and I—on the way to the Greenelys house for a cookout. The plan was to do the cookout thing and then head to the beach to watch the fireworks over the water. Dad parked the car on the street behind a little blue Honda Civic, and we walked around the side of the house to join the others.

It was a friendly group of people—Ian’s parents, Cam’s parents, the guys, my nephew! It was pretty awesome. Eli was sitting in a playpen. Yes, sitting. Of course, he would fall over after a minute or so, but he had learned to pull himself up and sit. Every time he ended up sitting, he would squeal. It was cute as Hell.

There was this other guy there hanging around Cam and Eli. Fuck! Oops, I usually don’t drop f-bombs, but this guy was gorgeous. He had long, shoulder-length, wavy hair and was built a lot like Kel, my old roommate. As we were sitting down to eat, he sat across from me. I could feel him looking at me, and when I would look back, he’d look away.

I know this game—I know this game quite well, actually. After a few minutes, he caught me looking and quietly asked me if I had a name. I smiled and told him my name, and he told me his was Charlie.

“So Charlie, how do you fit in with this crazy, extended family?”

“I’m Cam’s assistant at the tailor shop.”

“Nice.”

“You should come by sometime when you have a chance.”

“Well, I don’t think I need a tailor or anything.”

“I could take your measurements. You might like that.”

He smiled at me, and we just sat there and talked for quite a while. It seems that everyone else finished eating and moved down to the pool. I didn’t care. I was utterly taken in by this boy. He was funny, charming, and best of all—I was laughing again. Besides, his bare feet were playing with my bare feet, and just that little bit of contact had me hard as steel. There was no way I was standing up and joining the others.

Charlie told me that he had the house to himself since his parents were in Florida. He had a great view of the bay, and we could watch the fireworks from his place—or we could make some fireworks of our own.

So, what do I do with that comment? I groan and feel my cock start leaking into my jeans.

After a few minutes, Liz comes up to us and leans into my ear. “I couldn’t help but notice the two of you connecting.”

Charlie tells Liz that I might be joining him at his house to watch the fireworks. Still leaning into my ear, Liz whispers, “If you don’t get your ass up and over to his place right now, I will never speak to you again.”

“What about Dad?”

“Oh, please. We all can see the magic happening. If you really want to disappoint your dad, let this boy go home alone.”

With that, Charlie stood up, took my hand, and led me to his car. Oh, my God! Was this happening? This beautiful boy, who is exactly my type, is taking me to his house. My cock leaks again, and the spot on my jeans is getting bigger by the minute.

We got into the cute little Honda Civic, and before Charlie turned the key to start it, he leaned over and pressed his full lips against mine. Wow! He just keeps getting better and better. I run my fingers through his sexy head of hair as our tongues duel each other. We’re both moaning into each other’s mouths. Charlie breaks the kiss and runs his delicate fingers along my face.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the moment you walked into the back yard, Jacob Anderson. Now, why don’t we head to my house so we can properly get to know each other.”

I just groaned as I fastened my seat belt. On the way to Charlie’s place, I just couldn’t stop looking at him. He couldn’t stop smiling. As we were pulling into his driveway, I couldn’t believe it!

“I know this place!”

“What? How do you—”

“It’s a traditional New England rambling house—but the inside to totally modern and open.”

“How do you know—”

“My dad was the architect. I used to come here with him when he would check up on things.”

“Wow! That’s so cool!

Charlie pulled the car into the garage, and we made our way into the kitchen. We took off our sneakers and left them by the door. I pulled the stunning boy into me and kissed him. “Yeah, I’ve wanted to do that since I felt your feet under the table today.”

“Sweet! I’m glad it worked, then.”

“So, you were seducing me?”

“Oh, Hell yeah!”

We kissed again, this time stronger, longer, and way more passionate! Charlie broke the kiss and asked me what I wanted to drink.

“I’ll just have what you’re having.”

“Well, I have a very nice Pinot Noir. It pairs quite nicely with a hot boy!”

“Oh? Do you have one coming over?”

Charlie giggled. Damn! What a cute giggle! I love how his eyes twinkle when he laughs.

“No, I’m afraid not. So I guess you’ll have to do. Maybe the more we drink, the hotter we both will become?”

“Dude, you get any hotter—you might just explode!”

“Oh! You’re good!”

He finished pouring the wine and told me to follow him. We headed up the stairs to the third-floor attic bedroom.

“I’m sooooo happy this is your room! I told Dad he had to put this in the plans because there’s not a boy in the world who wouldn’t want a space like this!”

We opened the French doors to the small private balcony that overlooked the bay. He had a chaise lounge that fit two people, and we sat there enjoying the view and the wine. God! I loved sitting up close next to this awesome boy. So. Damned. Sexy!

Charlie reached under the chaise and brought up a small wooden box. He opened it and showed me about 20 perfectly rolled joints. “You wanna?”

“Wow! Those are beautiful! I haven’t smoked weed since college. I should warn you, though. It makes me extremely horny.”

Charlie kissed me and said, “And that’s a problem, how?”

So, we enjoyed that very lovely Pinot Noir and took a couple of very nice hits from his perfect joint. Ha! Looking back on what was about to happen, that sounds kinda dirty!

Just like I told Charlie, it wasn’t long before I was feeling hornier than ever! He noticed my hard cock straining against my shorts and asked if I was in pain?

I blushed a bit, and he just said, “You’re not alone, baby.”

He took my hand and placed it on his hard cock. Oh, fuck! He was straining against his shorts even more than I was! God! I was sooooo horny for this boy!

“I need to thank you now for this amazing room, this great balcony with the solid rail so no one can see how I’m going to thank you!”

Charlie got up from the chaise and opened my jeans. He asked me to lift my ass, and in seconds I was bare from the waist down. “Sweeeeet! I’ve been undressing you with my mind all afternoon, but this is so much better than I imagined! There’s nothing hotter than a boy who knows how to manscape!”

Back in college, Kel was the one who showed me the joys of a smooth body. I shave everything except for a small patch of hair right above my cock. I love the feeling of lips and tongues and teeth all over my skin. And holy shit! Charlie was hitting all the right places with his amazing mouth!

Charlie finally made it to my abs and slurped up the puddle of precum that had been building up. Just as he got to my leaking cock, I pulled his head to mine and kissed him. Lots of tongue. Lots of moaning, too!”

“Charlie Danner. You have way too many clothes on.” He smiled at me as I pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. “Whoa!”

“I’m sorry. I know I’m too skinny. I’m working on it, though!”

“Baby, you are so fucking hot! You’re not skinny. Your smooth, lean, and slender. So fucking hot!”

You’d think Charlie had never heard someone say that. He had a surprised look on his face, and I’m almost positive tears were welling up in his eyes as he opened and dropped his shorts. His hard cock was bouncing up and down and leaking a stream of precum.

“Wow! you are stunning, Charlie! Really, babe. You are the sexiest boy I’ve seen in a long, long time—maybe ever!”

That started the tears flowing. I pulled Charlie down to me, so our naked bodies were pressed together. We were lying on our sides, facing each other and kissing lightly.

“You’re just not saying that, so you could make me feel—”

“Charlie Danner.” I interrupted him. “I want you to listen to me. First, I will never lie to you or say things to you to make you feel one way or the other. I will always tell you exactly how I feel—and I hope you do the same for me. Second, a very wise friend once told me that everyone, regardless of their body type, will have someone come into their life who will find them to be their exact type—who will find them to be the sexiest thing they have ever seen.”

“I could so easily fall in love with you, Jacob Anderson—Oh—Oh—Oh shit! Way too soon for that!”

“Maybe. Maybe not. We’ll let that happen when it happens. But right now, why don’t we make our way into that very nice bed and see what happens there?”

We kissed deeply while grinding our bodies against each other. Damn, this boy is sooooo fucking hot! Charlie broke this kiss and led me into the bedroom.

Charlie and I made love for at least three hours that night. We both came the first time while we were sixty-nining and playing with each other’s holes.

The second time was when Charlie opened his beautiful body to me and urged me into him with his gentle moans and whispers of “fuck me, Jacob.” I didn’t fuck him like I usually would. I took my time and made love to my new boy.

I loved how his entire body would shake and tremble each time I would hit his magic spot. I loved how he would moan with passion when I would nearly pull out and slowly push in as deep as I could and just stay there. I loved moving in and out of his super-tight ass—our bodies pressed together, and we were kissing.

I will never forget the first time I felt my body go rigid as I filled my sexy boy with shot after shot of hot, scalding cum. Charlie held my head to his and kept kissing me as I came. I was moaning and nearly shouting into his mouth as I felt my boy shoot his load between us.

Charlie eventually led me into his shower, where we cleaned each other, kissed each other (a lot), and stroked each other to a third mutual nut.

As we were crawling back into bed, I told Charlie that I slept in the nude and hoped he didn’t mind. “Oh, I don’t mind—if you don’t mind that I sleep in pajamas.”

I just stared at him with a “really?” kind of look. He started to giggle (love it!) and told me he was gonna have a blast with me being so gullible.

Charlie climbed into bed and spooned close to me as I wrapped my arms around him. “Next time, I want you inside me, baby.” I don’t think he heard me—I think he was already asleep. But the good thing was that he was sleeping in my arms. Funny—we never did see the damned fireworks!

* * * * *

The morning after the fourth, Charlie literally burst into the shop, shouting my name.

“Cam! Cam! Oh, my God! You won’t believe what happened last night!”

“Don’t tell me. You took Jacob home, seduced him, and he gave himself a gay pass so he would have an excuse to do things he never thought he wanted to do before.”

“What? What the fuck’s a gay pass?”

As cool as I could, I explained to Charlie that a gay pass is something a straight boy can give to himself the first time he’s with a gay boy so that he can allow himself to enjoy and try things he never would let himself enjoy or try otherwise.

“Cam, the only thing straight about Jacob Anderson was him going straight to bed with me. Trust me, that boy didn’t need anything like a gay pass!”

“Jacob Anderson? Wow. I never saw that coming!”

Charlie described as much about his night with Jacob as he could without giving away too much detail. But I think the best part of Charlie's night was when Jacob told him how hot he was. The boy was glowing as he told me about Jacob being so turned on to his skinny body. I think he almost had tears in his eyes as he told me that part of the story. Well, at the very least, his eyes were glistening.

Over the next month, Ian and I would hang with Charlie and Jacob. We even went into Boston for a weekend of clubbing. Charlie’s mom was a travel agent and got us a great deal on a couple of hotel rooms, and we ended up having a blast. Of course, I don’t have to tell you how much my beautiful boy and I enjoy each other in a hotel room! I will tell you that very little sleep occurred those two nights!

Before I knew it, the Summer was coming to an end. Ian and I decided we wanted to take a vacation together before going back to school. We agreed that a week in New York City was just about the perfect way to end the Summer.

Ian’s birthday was August 6, about a week before we were heading off to NYC. After a great dinner at our favorite restaurant, we headed back home, and our parents were all gathered in the family room. Of course, there were a ton of presents for Ian, mostly clothes and CDs, but the best one came in a plain envelope.

“Oh, my God! Tickets to Dear Evan Hansen!!” Holy shit! This was gonna be an amazing trip!