Concentrated mistakes - 8. Chapter 8

“Nathaniel George Farafax! You better stop averting your eyes! Do you want me to take you down to the clinic so that Nurse Timull can do this?” His mom tapped her shoe on the tiled floor in an impatient way as she held up the chart which showed a high level of grossness, in Nathaniel’s opinion. The chart showed ass holes in many different shades, sporting all sorts of warts, sores and ….just gross!

“Mom, I know all about STIs and how to be safe”. His face being permanently red as his mom took charts, pamphlets, condoms and other fun stuff from her box. “Mother, this is mortifying!”

“Shush”, she countered as she tore a condom and retrieved a large dark rubber penis from the box.

“Kill me, kill me now!” Nathaniel said over and over again as he felt as if he was going to be sick.

His mother just smiled and held the rubber monster up in her hand. “Nathaniel, this is the proper way to put on a condom. If it is not done correctly then you will put yourself at risk.”

“Oh God!”

“Just because you bottom does not mean that you should not pay attention to this, in fact you should be even more careful. The lining of the anus is thin and ……… will you take your hands from your ears and stop behaving like a child? This is important. It is better you are embarrassed now and healthy in the future.” She reached down and pulled Nathaniel’s hands away so he could hear every word she said. “Now, where was I? Yes…. The lining of the anus……”

Nathaniel spent the next twenty five minutes moving from shock to embarrassment to horror as his mom gave a very detailed tutorial on safe sex, STIs and how to be extra safe when you are a bottom. Nathaniel started to feel offended that she automatically assumed that he was a bottom but said nothing, hoping that this will soon be over. He had a feeling that he was going to be uncomfortable around his mom for the rest of his days. When she smoothed the condom down on the rubber penis, he told himself that he will have to see a therapist to get that disturbing image out of his mind.

Nathaniel made himself scarce for the rest of the day. He did not want to be ambushed by another tutorial. His mom had fun with his state of embarrassment. A day after the talk, she came into the kitchen with the same box in her hands. Nathaniel started to hyperventilate, “Mom, please, not again! I am begging you!”

“What?” His mom said innocently, and then smiled cunningly, “Is it against the law to carry a box of books?” She whistled as she sauntered out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Dane found his situation very funny also. He stopped laughing when Nathaniel threatens to have his mom do the tutorial again the next time he came over. For a while Dane was a little apprehensive when he came to pick Nathaniel up and he was expressly invited inside. Dane was always pleasantly surprised when Nathaniel did this to make time for make out sessions and sex when his mom was not there.

Nathaniel was surprised at himself; at how he has become a wanton, insatiable horn dog.He wished that he could just stay in Dane’s house and have Dane deep, deep inside him all day long. It has been a few weeks since the first time they made love. Nathaniel wasexpecting this urgency to decrease as time and frequency have increased but that had not happened. He still craved the man like a damn addict waiting on his next fix.

Dane was an ultimate Alpha in the bedroom and Nathaniel delighted in being his submissive partner. Nathaniel still trembled with renewed lust when he remembered yesterday when Dane lifted him up and fucked him against the wall until he was a blubbering mass of lust and need. Nathaniel remembered how they both collapsed onto the bed as they pantedand swore; still kissing and joined in the most intimate way.

“Damn!” Nathaniel sighed as he adjusted his cock. He glanced at the clock and realized that he did not have time to relieve himself. Dane would be there shortly. As he ran down the stairs, his bag covering his cock, he heard the car pulled up to his gate. He grabbed his coat and hurried out to meet him. He smiled and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no passenger in the car.

“Hey, beautiful”, Dane smiled, got out and held the door open for him. Nathaniel has gotten over Dane opening doors, carrying his books and treating him like a fair damsel. They would just argue, so more often than not, Nathaniel just went with the flow. Nathaniel leaned over and kissed Dane as if he was a dying man

“Damn, baby! What is going on in that head of yours?” Dane groaned when Nathaniel released him.

Nathaniel smiled, licked his lips and fixed Dane with one of his horny, sexy stares. “Wouldn’t you want to know”, he replied seductively as Dane swallowed. “I have an exam today. I do better when I am relaxed”. He said matter-of-factly.

“Oh, so I am being used for my powers of relaxation, am I?” Dane relied with a smirk.
Nathaniel leaned back over to him and whispered in his ear, “don’t worry, later you can use me any way you want”.

Dane’s breath hitched as he held Nathaniel’s head and hungrily shoved his tongue into his mouth. Nathaniel groaned loudly and opened for him. Nathaniel was awkwardly trying to wedge himself between Dane and the steering wheel. Dane released his lips abruptly. “Oh no, you don’t,” He chuckled.

“What?” Nathaniel asked in a dazed voice.

“Nate, you know what”, he gently guided Nathaniel back to his seat. “You are not going to be late again. I swear… I have created a monster”. He laughed as Nathaniel pouted. He looked at the time. He is going to have to leave now to get him to school on-time.
“It’s your fault, you know”, at Dane’s inquiring look, Nathaniel continued, “sex is not this great with everybody, else no one would do anything else”.

“Oh, my bad”, Dane said as he drove away from Nathaniel’s gate. “I will just make sure that we don’t do it so great again”, he laughed.

“You wouldn’t know how to make sex bad”, Nathaniel countered and he laughed also.
By the time they reached his school, Nathaniel had his arousal under control.

Nathaniel wished that their relationship had remained the same; so easy and light and playful. His acceptance letters were coming in and his mom was proud of the elite schools that were providing scholarships for him. He was not as happy as when the University that Dane attended accepted him; also with the offer of a scholarship. When he told Dane, he expected him to be very excited but was disappointed because a look of panic crossed his feature for a split second before he hid it behind his white smile.

Nathaniel got even more apprehensive and suspicious when Dane started to drop subtle hints about other schools that were much better than the one he attends; schools that he knew that Nathaniel had also received acceptance letters from.

There was something different in the sack as well. Dane made love to him, now, as if it was the last time he would be able to do so. Sometimes he would get achingly tender and treated Nathaniel with a reverence that was frightening. Other times he was needy and desperate and pleading for Nathaniel to declare his love for him over and over again.
Nathaniel kept begging him to tell him what was going on because he no longer suspects; he knows something big is bothering him. He always responds the same way, “why would anything be wrong when I have you in my arms”. His answer always infuriates Nathaniel, who would accuse Dane of treating him like an air headed bimbo.

Nathaniel’s world came crashing down a week before the summer holidays were slated to begin. His graduation from High School was three days away and he was very excited to put High School behind him. Dane was still acting funny but Nathaniel thought that during the summer holidays they would have endless amount of time to sort themselves out.

With his final exams completed, Nathaniel decided that he was going to surprise Dane. He planned to cook for him. He knew that most of what he needed was in the fridge. The fridge was always stocked because Dane rarely cooked at the house, preferring to eat out. Nathaniel used his key that Dane had given to him a few weeks ago. He still felt a thrill whenever he uses it. He chuckled to himself and closed the door behind him. He planned to cook chicken, vegetables and potatoes. Nothing fancy but he hoped this will help to smooth the way for the talk that they need to have.

An hour and half later he was lounging on the couch, watching a stupid game show when the doorbell rang. He looked through the peephole, skeptically. He saw a messy blond head and the lady was breathing heavily as if she had run from somewhere. He opened the door but kept the chain on.

“Hello, Can I help you?” Nathaniel said with a small smile.

“Is Dane here?” She asked with a hint of exhausted frustration. Before he could reply she continued, “You must be his tenant; I didn’t know that he was renting out again. Hope you are not as bad as the last ones”, she smirked.

Nathaniel felt satisfied that she was not a threat and released the door from the chain. He opened it to look fully at the girl at the door. The first thing Nathaniel saw was the big travelling bag that was at her feet. He then saw her extremely pregnant stomach. He did not want to be rude to one of Dane’s friends so he stepped away from the door so she could slowly walk in, leaving the bag where it was. Nathaniel brought it in and closed the door.

“Dane will soon be home, but I will call him and ………….”

“Shit, sorry. This kid is resting on my bladder, I swear!” She rushed off in the direction of the downstairs bathroom.

O.K. then, Nathaniel thought, she knows her way around. Hmm. He fished his phone out of his pocket and called Dane.

Dane answered on the second ring. “Hey babe, I am practically at home now. Where are you?”

“Well, I was planning on surprising you but you have a visitor”. Nathaniel replied as he heard the car being driven into the garage.

“Really? Who?” Dane sighed.

Nathaniel was about to reply when the lady in question emerged from the bathroom. “Come and see”. Nathaniel said as he disconnected the call and turned towards the woman.

“Would you like something to drink?” Nathaniel asked politely as the woman sat gingerly in an armchair.

“Water, please”, she said tiredly.

Nathaniel was coming back to her with a glass of water when he heard what sounded like bottles falling to the floor and breaking. He looked towards the sound and saw Dane, white as a sheet with a look of terror on his face as he stared at her.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He said in a dangerously angry voice.