Black Fox: The Awakening - 3. Chapter 3 - The Storm

We should’ve probably just gotten some fast food with Chris because Mum made a cauliflower cream with toast and it only frustrated my empty stomach. I knew we’d be having a barbeque in a few hours, but that’s right, it was still a few hours away and I was hungry now! I grabbed an apple to cheat my brain for a little longer and went to my room to pack the presents. I would be only giving Owen the Bluetooth speakers in public… the toys will have to wait until later. I wrapped them all in separate gift-wrapping papers anyway and started getting myself ready.

Buck naked, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was looking good and I was sure Owen appreciated it. However, it was two months without swimming for me. I used to hit the swimming pool at least twice a week for the past few years. But then I stopped. It was like a switch clicked in my brain and now I’d rather be peeling potatoes. If I don’t find something to use as a substitute, I’ll get out of shape soon and Owen will find himself someone fitter… I shook my head to get rid of these thoughts and started dressing.

I was feeling calm until it was time to go. I realised a few different worlds would clash in less than half an hour and there was no turning back. I gave myself one last look in the mirror. I looked smart. But was that good? I wore my best shirt and jeans. I even considered a bow tie but decided that would be over the top. Do I look too official? Should I call Owen? Ugh…

Soon we were on our way. Dad insisted on taking a car despite it being literally a 10-minute walk. We had quite a lot of presents and other stuff to bring with us so we conceded. A few moments later, we arrived and I led the family to the backyard where the party would be happening. Owen was already there and so were his parents and sister. I didn't see anyone else yet. Good.

As soon as we emerged from around the corner, Owen spotted us and sported a big, warm smile. A few heartbeats later he was near me and hugging me tightly.

"Happy birthday, you old dork," I said.

"Thank you, boyfriend."

I caught a glimpse of my Dad giving us a stern look.

"This is my dad, and here's my brother Chris", I said once he released me. "You already know my mum."

"Nice to meet you," Owen said with a wide smile.

My dad's expression was a strange mix of surprise, curiosity and unease. I’m not saying he expected to see a fairy but he definitely didn’t expect a jock. It still baffles me why he hadn't looked him up on Facebook or on Instagram in the first place. Maybe he was afraid of what he'd see.

Owen shook everyone's hands but Mum would have none of it and pulled him in for a hug. Then the introductions continued as Owen's parents approached us, too. Then we gave Owen our presents.

"Don’t open up mine just yet, it’s important," I whispered into his ear.

"Okay, can’t wait to see what it is," he grinned at me. If I didn’t regret going with Chris’s idea earlier, now I surely did. What will he even think?

"Refreshments are in the mobile fridge over there, help yourselves," Mr Davies said after we were done. "I’m on grill duty but I'll join you soon."

The backyard was already slowly filling with mouth-watering scents of roasted meat and I got painfully reminded of how hungry I was. There were three long tables joined together in the middle of the backyard stacked with plates and tall glasses. Next to one of the tables was the aforementioned refrigerator from which my dad and Chris didn't waste any time snagging cans of beer. A little farther away was a fancy gas grill and Owen's dad went to check on whatever he was cooking. The rest of us took our places by the table and I gratefully accepted fresh lemonade with ice cubes that Owen's mum offered. I wanted to eat all the crisps that were served in a big bowl just before me, but no one else started eating and I was too shy to go first.

Everything looked really nice and fancy but there was an awkward feeling in the air. Dad immediately started talking to Chris about work. Mum complimented the house to Owen's mum which ignited a vivid conversation about house utilities and design choices. I sat next to Owen and smiled at him as he held my hand. We didn't talk but we didn't have to. Sarah was giving us occasional curious glances whenever she wasn't busy doing stuff on her phone.

It was her little friends who appeared first. Two boys and two girls, all twelve or thirteen, it was hard to say. Unsurprisingly, they didn't bring any presents but they did throw us a few curious glances. I don't think they could see me holding Owen's hand under the table but more than likely Sarah had filled them in on what she knew and made up what she didn't. Anyway, they sat with Sarah on the opposite side of the table and kept to themselves.

"Do you know them?" I asked Owen.

"Yeah, I guess, they come over from time to time."

"They keep staring at us."

"Let them stare, they're kids." Owen shrugged. "Except that oldest one, Ian. He's a whiny, entitled little bitch."

"Let's just act normally, huh?" I suggested.

"Sure. How else would we act?"

"Like we did in the hammock…"

Owen laughed. "Someone's horny."

"For you, always."

Owen squeezed my hand and gave me a peck on my lips. With my peripheral vision, I noticed a few heads turn to us but I decided to follow Owen's advice and act naturally. That wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. Suddenly, I ran out of things to say so we just sat there, holding hands. The smell coming from the grill wasn't making me any less hungry. I could only think about one thing and this time it wasn't sex.

I first heard the pitter-patter of little paws and then saw a little York sprinting from around the house in our direction. He ran straight to Owen and stood on his rear legs, demanding cuddles and attention.

"Koby!" Owen exclaimed and started tickling the energetic doggie.

Just a few seconds later, Ryan emerged with a big grin on his face and the smallest packaging in his hand. I saw my dad looking at him suspiciously. Dad was looking suspiciously at everyone for that matter. He was definitely out of his comfort zone today. The black boy went straight to us and when he was a few yards away, he threw the package to Owen.

"Catch!" He shouted and Owen effortlessly caught it with his left hand. "Well well, you're making progress. Much better than the time when… you know."

"Yes, I remember, thanks," Owen said.

"Remember what?" I asked.

"Nothing, I'll tell you later," Owen turned to me and I didn't like his tone of voice or his expression. Especially that Ryan was now looking away, desperately trying not to laugh.

Ryan eventually turned to me and extended his hand. He was still almost cracking up and I didn't know what was so fucking funny.

"Ryan," he said.

"Alex."

"We met the other day on the street, right?" He asked.

"Yes. I didn't click that it was you until later."

"No worries," Ryan said. "You probably thought I was some looney. Anyway, it's good to meet my mate Owen’s boyfriend at last."

"Yeah… nice to meet you, too."

Meanwhile, Owen was about to open his present but Ryan snatched it away from him before he could react.

"Not like this!" Ryan scolded him.

Then he unwrapped the package. Inside was a mushy little package that looked like… I gasped when Ryan knelt on his knee before Owen.

"Owen, I always loved you. Will you be my gay boy until we die?"

He opened the packaging and we finally saw what’s inside.

"A… whistle?" Owen said, picking a small silver whistle on a chain.

"Don’t you like it? I thought you liked blowing tiny things," Ryan said and I swear he gave me a wink before turning back to my boyfriend. Fuck, he was annoying.

"Very funny," Owen said. "Now, tell me what it really is because I have a bad feeling."

"Can we step away for a moment?" Ryan asked. "The three of us?"

"Sure, I guess," Owen replied and we all went for a walk around the house. Koby ran along with us making happy circles around our ankles.

"So? What is it?" Owen asked impatiently. I could only follow those two, feeling like a third wheel in something I was only privy to by extension.

"What do you think it is?" Ryan asked rhetorically. A wicked smile never left his face.

Owen rolled his eyes. "Just don’t tell me it’s something silly like - use this to call me when you’re in danger."

"Bingo!" Ryan exclaimed cheerfully. "What? Is it too cliché? I’m sorry, this is what it does. I’m not responsible for its narrative value. But I assure you it works."

"So…" Owen hesitated, "if something bad happens, I should blow it and you’ll come to the rescue?"

"That’s right!" Ryan said with pride, placing his hands on his hips. I didn’t care that he was sexy as hell. Yes, I said it, he was sexy. I didn’t care because he was starting to seriously piss me off.

"What danger are you talking about?" I snapped. "Didn’t you say nothing bad should happen ever again? Are we suddenly in danger?"

"Whoa!" Ryan held his hands up defensively. "You gay boys really don’t know how to keep it cool, do you? I never said you were in danger. This whistle here is a very special gift. It means that you two are people whose lives are very dear to me. What I told Owen is true - it’s very unlikely anything will happen to you. Those guys are loners and they rarely act organized towards a common goal."

I still wasn’t convinced. "Rarely?"

"Yes, that’s what I said. The guy that hunted Owen was a rapist, nothing more. We made him disappear without a trace. It would be too risky for their likes to try to investigate his death. They would much rather mark the area as dangerous and keep away from it for a while. So if anything, you should be feeling safer than before, not the other way around."

"Who are they? Who are you???" I demanded and Owen looked at me as if he wanted to stop me. But Ryan just chuckled. I felt silly and went red on my face.

"It’s alright, gay boy two. Is it fine if I call you gay boy two? No? Okay, Alex. Your sexy boyfriend here knows me a little better than you do and I trust him more than I trust you. Nevertheless, I didn’t tell him a single word about who we are. I just can’t. See? I’m frank with you. Yes, there is more to it but I can’t tell you. And trust me, you don’t want to know. The less you know, the better you sleep. Ignorance is bliss. And so on. Don’t frown at me because I don’t trust you. In those matters, I don’t even trust myself. I trust you enough to let you live, that should be enough for you. Haha! Look at you. I was just kidding. Sorry guys, I know it’s serious. I just wanted to put a little smile on your frowny faces. Nothing’s gonna happen. These guys aren’t after regular, boring folks like you two. But if, and I mean if something bad happens, use this gorgeous whistle and I’ll be there before you can even shit your pants."

Owen lifted the whistle and was about to put it to his mouth when Ryan slapped his hand.

"Don’t do that unless you’re in grave danger," he said, stressing out every word. "I should’ve probably said it before I let you touch it. I mean it. I put myself at a huge risk when coming to help you like that."

"But you’re here!" Owen said.

"Yes, but others will hear it, too. And I don’t only mean my sisters."

"How loud is that thing, anyway?"

"It may not seem loud for you but let’s just say, as long as you don’t leave the county or bury yourself twenty feet underground, I will hear you. From this distance, you could effectively make me deaf."

There was something strange in the way Ryan was talking but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

"I’m not getting one, I reckon?" I said, trying not to sound salty.

"You would, Alex boy, I swear - if only I had more. See, you don’t buy these things on Amazon. They’re tuned for just the right frequency and… well, you don’t really need to know anything else. My best advice - stick together as much as you can. That’s probably what you want to do anyway, am I right?"

"Now, mates," he continued after we nodded, "there’s one last thing I’ve never had a chance to discuss with you. Very simple stuff. Discretion."

Owen and I both looked at Ryan without a word, waiting for him to clarify.

"You probably think that you know very little but the truth is that you know way too much. And you’re lucky I’m a soft guy because… well, I’ve had a few rather heated exchanges about you two with my sisters, especially Jessica. Luckily for you, my point of view won and that’s why we’re all here, chatting and basking in the sun."

There was something in the way he said it that made my balls retract and drops of sweat appear on my forehead - not entirely caused by the heat.

"But!" Ryan raised his finger, "this thing we’re in here, it’s serious. If my identity is compromised, I will be forced to remove everyone and everything that could potentially place me and my family in danger. I don’t want this. You don’t want this. That’s just the way it is and I’m your friend so I’m giving it to you straight," he said and winked.

"Fuck," Owen whispered.

Ryan poked the whistle Owen was still holding on to the chain. "Happy birthday, gay boy," he whispered back and turned around to rejoin the party.

***

"I’m hungry," I complained when we were back at the table again. I didn’t want to sound like a whiny child but I’d been seriously hungry for hours now and Owen’s dad was still busy with the grill.

"You’re not feeding your boyfriend enough sausage, Owen," Ryan said.

"I think my dad is almost done," Owen said, ignoring the black boy’s provocation which pissed me off even more. I wouldn’t mind if he chose to defend me from time to time.

"What kind of kiddy party is this anyway?" Ryan asked, looking from Sarah and her friends to the adults. "Wait, is that kid recording us?"

I looked the way Ryan pointed and indeed, that kid Ian was pointing his phone at us to the amusement of the rest of the gang.

"Why did I ever agree to this," Owen seemed resigned.

A minute later, the kids surprised me by standing up and approaching us. Approaching Ryan, to be precise.

"Hi," Sarah said, blushing, "can we take a selfie with you?"

Ryan looked amused but didn’t even blink an eye.

"Sure," he said animatedly, "Do you watch the show?"

"Yes!!!" all four of them yelled.

He stood up and got in the middle, bowing a little to get down to the level of four as beaming as misinformed boys and girls.

"Stupid little runts," Ryan whispered to us after the kids made their selfies and ran away.

That's when Owen's brother Wayne came downstairs.

"What was that about?" he asked.

"Nothing new, people keep thinking I’m that kid from Stranger Things. I’m Ryan," the black boy said with confidence, extending his right hand. "I'm your new neighbour."

"Cool, nice to meet you. What's happened to your eye?"

"Nothing, I fell down the stairs," Ryan said without blinking or losing his smile.

"Fell down the stairs, huh? You look as if someone…" he made a pause, "well, never mind, be careful."

"Yeah, I will, thanks."

Mercifully, just a few minutes later the food arrived and Mr Davies served a few kinds of meats and veggies.

"You've got some appetite, Alex," Owen's Mum noticed as she looked at my full plate.

"Mhm," I just mumbled between bites. I noticed Owen wasn't doing great with just one hand so I helped him cut the meat into smaller chunks. He smiled at me shyly in return.

In the meantime, Cayden and Mike arrived.

"We've got a present for you but we have to keep it low profile," Cayden said, giving us a peek into his backpack containing a tequila bottle.

"You guys…" Owen laughed at them.

The party moved on from there and everyone was chatting, eating and drinking. A few more adults arrived - Owen's aunt and uncle and another couple with a toddler who supposedly lived next door. Everyone wanted to meet me and it was super awkward. Fortunately, Ryan and Koby stole some attention as it turned out that he didn't know anyone except for Owen if you don't count the brief encounter I had with him the other day. The hammock day… damn, I felt my dick twitch at the memory. I looked at it, wondering how it would feel to do it again, this time in front of everyone...

Cayden and Mike ended up drinking with Wayne, pouring the tequila into their glasses under the table and mixing it with juice. Even I knew that it was a disgrace to drink tequila like that. Owen refused to drink. It was probably solely because of me and while I wanted him to have fun, I appreciated it. The boys tried to share with Ryan but he refused, too. Then, Chris spotted what was going on and soon he was chatting with Wayne. He was the only person around his age at the party so I wasn’t surprised.

I glanced at my parents. They were hanging out with the rest of the adults and they seemed to be having fun. Dad was opening one beer can after another, but then so were the others. The kids disappeared somewhere.

An hour passed and I started feeling sick from the crowd. I wouldn't mind it normally, but I constantly felt like I was the centre of attention even though I probably wasn’t.

"Can we go to your room and chill for a few minutes?" I whispered to Owen.

"Are you okay?" He asked, looking at me intently.

"Yes, I am. I just want to catch a breather and then we'll come back, okay?"

"Sure babe," he whispered back and then turned to the boys. "We'll be right back."

We stood up and with a corner of my eye, I noticed Ryan showing Owen a blowjob gesture. I turned red, hoping nobody else saw that.

"Ryan…" I said to Owen as we were walking. "I don't think I like him. And I don't think he likes me either."

"He likes you," Owen said. "He just acts like that with everybody. You two just met. Give him some time. He's a cool guy."

"I don't know. Anyway, you said you will tell me something later."

"What?"

"When Ryan tossed you the present and said you did better than the last time… what was it about?"

Owen looked to the side. "Oh, that… well, around the time I met you for the first time, Ryan and I were tossing a basketball in my yard and we were calling each other names and such… and at one point Ryan threw the ball straight at my nose. I started bleeding and I thought he broke my nose.

"Oh my god, Owen," I held his hand. "What happened then?"

"Nothing," he said, squeezing it. "He helped me get cleaned up and fifteen minutes later we were laughing about it. He was laughing at me, to be precise."

"Ah, okay," I said with a forced smile and by that time we were in Owen's room. "It's cool that you two have fun together."

"Nothing like the fun you and I have…" Owen turned to me and gave me a soft kiss. I kissed him back. It felt so good to be alone in his room. Sure, I was proud of him and was ready to hold hands when walking on the streets, but too much was too much. A part of me was still expecting Dad to do something stupid. But now, I got lost in the kiss and enjoyed his tongue that he pushed inside my mouth, exploring every inch.

"Let's lay on the bed," he whispered. "Just for a second."

A part of me wanted to protest. I didn't want to have sex now. It would feel too uncomfortable with all the people around the house but… sure, it did sound like a good idea to lay down just for a while.

I gasped when I saw Owen bend his knees and wrap his healthy arm around my butt. Then, just like that, he lifted me in the air and threw me on the bed. I smiled widely at him even though I didn't think he should be straining his arm. Owen smiled back and lay on top of me. I liked it best when we were like that. We kissed and when Owen pushed his hips against mine, I noticed he was as hard as I was.

And just then, through my blurry eyes, I saw a silhouette of a kid in the door we forgot to close. He was holding his phone and pointing it at us.

With a sudden move, I freed myself from under Owen and rushed towards the door. It was that brat, Ian who was filming us earlier. I tried to catch him but before I made it to the door, he squealed and ran down the stairs.

Owen didn’t even manage to get out of the bed but remembering his broken arm, I didn’t judge him. We exchanged resigned looks.

"Come on," I said, "we have to find him and tell him to delete it."

"Okay," Owen said.

Now I understood why Owen disliked this kid so much. We left the house and got back to the garden. Sarah and the rest of the kids were back by the table but Ian was not among them. Before we could start searching for him, we bumped into Cayden and Mike. Cayden was having trouble standing and he was leaning on Mike’s shoulder.

"Are you leaving already?" Owen asked.

"Cayden got wasted," Mike said. "We’ll make up for it during the camp. And no excuses, this time," he winked. He was mumbling a little but was looking way better than Cayden.

"Where’s Ryan?" I asked.

"He said he had to go home," Cayden said and by his voice, I could tell he’s had enough. His hair was all over the place and his shirt was partially unbuttoned. "But I think he got jealous of you two lovebirds. He kept asking questions about you, Alex."

"About me?" I opened my eyes wide.

"Yeah, how we got to know you, if you and Owen are serious, and so on."

"Shut up!" Mike interrupted him and gave me a wide grin, "don't listen to him, he's drunk. We were talking about this and that and Ryan was just curious. He also told us a story about how he met Owen. I didn't know he was the one who found you after the accident."

"Sounded more than curious, hic, to me, fuck, fucking hiccup," Cayden mumbled.

Mike grabbed him by the elbow. "Come on, let's get you home before it starts raining you drunk. Alex, you'd better check on your dad because he's been getting into a ranty mood."

"Oh no," I moaned.

As I feared, my dad was in the middle of his rant just when we got back to the crowd. All adults were still there and the kids were watching them curiously from afar. By the sound of it, dad wasn't in much better shape than Cayden.

"... and I couldn't care less how progressive you all think you are because it is my son and I won't have his and my reputation ruined by him running around in public with his boyfriend or whatever they chose to call themselves."

"We're going home. Now!" My mum stood up, shooting lightning bolts at my father from her eyes.

"I'll go when I want to. Our fairy of a son is probably getting boned right now upstairs by your kid," he pointed at Owen’s dad, "who seems to fancy talking perfectly normal boys into sodomy!"

We were standing behind his back so he didn't realise we could hear his every word. All eyes looked up at us and only then Dad turned around to see us. I half-expected him to continue his rant but instead, he froze in shock, maybe even shame.

I barely controlled my shaking voice. "I'm not getting boned upstairs, Dad. But I'd rather be doing that than listening to you. Owen didn't talk me into anything. This is what I want. I'm sorry your fairy son isn't perfectly normal," I sniffed and had to stop there or else I'd start crying. Why did he have to be such a dick, embarrassing me at every step?

The cool wind intensified but the air between us was freezing. Dad was intoxicated and too slow to deal with the shock to say anything. I was thankful for my brother for taking the initiative. Chris stood up and grabbed Dad's elbow.

"Come on, Dad, let's go home."

He chose the right moment because Dad was still in shock and let Chris lead him out of the backyard and towards the car. I couldn't understand what made him lose his ground so suddenly. I expected him to spit it all in my face and more. Owen grabbed my hand as we watched them leave.

"I'm very sorry for my husband," Mum said, directed to everyone around. "I'll get him for that tomorrow. Now, if you'll excuse me…" she paused and started hastily gathering our stuff.

"Do you need any help, Kate?" Owen's mum asked empathically.

"No, I'll be fine," she answered and forced a smile. "I'll call you guys tomorrow, thank you for the amazing party."

Owen turned to me. "Guess I'll see you tomorrow, too," he said gently, holding my hands.

"Sure you will, but I'm not going anywhere yet," I said. Now that it was over, I was strangely calm and composed. "Mum, I'll stay with Owen for a while, if that's alright with you."

"It is," she said, "I was about to suggest that. Stay the night, if you want and come back tomorrow after I'm done with your shit-talking excuse for a father."

She was trying to stay calm but I sensed her voice was trembling with anger. I didn't envy Dad waking hungover to her wrath and I didn't want to witness it either.

"Of course, it's fine," Owen's dad said, "Alex is welcome for as long as you need."

Effectively, the party was killed. My family left in the car. I hoped Mum wouldn't cause an accident in her state of mind but Dad and Chris shouldn’t be driving for sure. Owen's neighbours left right after.

"Boys," Owen's dad approached us, "clean up the yard before it starts raining. I'll be driving Uncle Keith home and Mum will be driving the kids home.

Just as he finished speaking, I felt a raindrop on my palm and then another on my cheek.

"Better hurry," Owen said.

We tried to get Sarah to help us but she dodged by asking Mum to let her see her friends off. We proceeded to run back and forth, collecting dirty plates, rubbish and leftovers.

We were about halfway done when the sky opened and the heavy downpour caught us right in the open. In mere seconds, we were both soaking wet, our best shirts dripping and skintight.

"Come on!" Owen shouted at me, "leave the rest, we have to run!"

He grabbed my hand but I grabbed his tie and turned him around. He had only a second to look at me in shock before I pulled him in for the most fiery kiss I could offer him. He resisted only for a heartbeat and then started returning it. We were groping each other and making out more passionately than we ever did. Ever! A bolt of lightning struck a few miles away, illuminating the darkened sky. A growling thunder followed and mixed with our moans. I only hoped Owen's waterproof cast would do the job. It was the unsung hero of many shared showers but never anything as intense as this.

Finally, I pulled away from the kiss, and never losing eye contact with Owen, I started frantically unbuttoning my shirt.

"You're insane!" Owen yelled at me with wide eyes but he was hushed by more thunder, this time even closer.

I didn't care anymore. The wall of rain falling on us was almost too thick to breathe but I didn't care. My shoes were probably ruined but I didn't care. Someone could've seen us but I didn't care. I've never been so horny for Owen and his dick than in this minute. I left my unbuttoned shirt on me and quickly got rid of my pants. They were so wet they were hard to take off but I was so eager it only took me seconds. When I removed my shoes and socks, I was standing there just in the unbuttoned shirt and my briefs. I knew Owen was as far overboard as I was by how he was looking at my body.

When he shook off of his trance, he single-handedly unbuttoned his jeans and lowered them just enough to make his meaty cock spring out. It was beautiful as ever, only dripping wet. I got on my knees, lowered Owen's pants and boxer briefs to his knees and took him into my mouth. His taste, mixed with a sweet scent of ozone made me almost lose my mind. Owen grabbed my wet hair and increased the tempo, ploughing my face with no remorse. His lengthy shaft had provided me with good throat training but I was still struggling not to choke. It was just amazing.

But I wanted more. I stopped for a while and pulled Owen's trousers down to his ankles and helped him step away from them. Then, I helped him unbutton his shirt and got myself on the grass, laying on my back and with my legs up. The feeling of rain on my naked body was impossible to describe with words. For a second, I was scared that Owen would back off but he didn't. He knelt between my knees and lowered himself to enter me.

"Aaah, yes!" I shouted when I felt him breach my tunnel. No one could hear us over the thunder so I was practically yelling as Owen was fucking me. Yes, this time he wasn't making love to me, we were fucking like rabbits with a singular purpose - to fuck the cum out of each other. His eyes were a mix of terror and excitement as he rammed me with all he had.

"I love you, Owen, please, harder," I encouraged him. His moves were hindered because of his broken arm but his cock was giving me more pleasure than I could wish for. Out of the blue, I thought about my dad and felt sick satisfaction. I wished he could see us like that. Look at your fairy son getting boned, daddy. Are you proud?

"I'm close," Owen grunted after several minutes of the wildest sex of my life.

But I wasn't close. For some reason, I felt as if I could be going all day. But the last bits of reason were telling me we had to be wrapping this party up. I grabbed my dick and when I saw Owen was starting to cum, I sped up and joined him in the most powerful orgasm I've ever experienced. I felt every hair of my body stand up and just as we were cumming, lightning hit the walnut tree next to Owen's window. The air exploded and I went blind.

***

A few minutes later, we were inside the house, removing the last bits of soaked clothing from us. My ears were ringing. I took off the waterproof cast cover just to find out that yet again, it has saved the day. The cast was dry as a bone.

"This will be the end of us, I swear," Owen said when we were both naked. Our erections were gone but our dicks were still a little chubby after our emissions. I had no idea if Owen's seed was still inside me but just in case I was clenching my buttcheeks.

"Maybe, but it will be worth it," I said with a smile and we kissed. "The poor tree, though."

"Yeah. Good thing it didn't catch fire in that rain. Let's go get a shower before someone comes home."

Just then, we heard a small noise and turned our heads to see Ian. His jaw was all the way to the floor, his eyes fixed on our groins. Oh boy. We forgot about him completely!

***

"How long have you been standing there?" Owen asked.

"Since you came in. I was here all along. You went right past me!"

I don't think he was lying. We must have been dazed after our little stunt. Either way, we didn't even bother covering ourselves anymore.

"I thought Owen's mum drove you guys home," I said as if trying to apologize for our indecency in front of him. He was still staring at our groins instead of our faces.

"I… I was in the bathroom. I think they forgot about me," he stuttered and adjusted his crotch which didn’t escape my attention.

"Anyway," Owen said, "it's raining crazy out there. You have to wait here with us for my parents to come back. We're going to get a shower so just… do whatever you were doing. Clean up the wet stains from the floor. And not a word about what you’ve seen."

***

Shortly after the shower we got dried and dressed. Owen's mum arrived and picked up Ian who looked genuinely scared.

Then, we locked ourselves in Owen's room and chilled on his bed just in our underwear. I mean, Owen’s underwear because I had to borrow a pair. We spent some time talking about the day and listening to the rain hitting the roof. In the evening, when Owen went to the bathroom, I took my phone and posted a selfie I made earlier at the party. We looked pretty smart with our shirts and Owen's tie. I started regretting that I'd left the bowtie at home. Two minutes later, someone - probably Mike - commented "happy birthday" below the photo via the band profile and the pic started doing numbers. I smiled to myself and put away the phone. I couldn't wait to read all the comments in the morning.

When Owen was back, I politely requested more sex but he said his dick felt sore. Luckily, his mouth and finger felt just fine…