In All Your Heavy Blue - 1. David's Game

Samuel sat there, looking vacantly out the window, his arms stretched and his fingers fidgeting as they coasted over the keyboard on his laptop.

"Fuck." He uttered, with a frustrated tone.

Samuel had been trying to start his new book for over a week, but the term "writer's block" would be considered an understatement given his situation. Samuel was 32 years old and already a successful author, with four books published, two of which were bestsellers. He had been gradually feeling the pressure build around him as phone calls kept coming from publishers and fans desperately trying to get a scoop on what he was writing and when it would be published. Little did they know that there was no sense of willpower or inspiration coming from him. The only thing he had been actively engaging in recently was masturbation.

He began to feel a slight strain in his arms as they'd been hovering over the keyboard for several minutes, so he brought them down and had them land over his crotch. Samuel was a fit guy despite the endless hours spent sitting in front of the computer. He had light brown hair, always perfectly combed, grayish, bright eyes he covered with reading glasses most of the time, naturally tanned skin, and dark brown fuzz evenly spread across his toned body. Samuel loved working out and found it extremely helpful to his writing.

He was married to Laura, and their relationship was irritatingly perfect even though they had both come from failed marriages. Samuel had a wife, but the relationship ended because he didn't want children. Truth be told: Samuel hated children. Laura on the other hand, had one child from her previous marriage. His name was David. He was 19 years old and lived with her in-laws. She wasn't close to her son, but she had been actively trying to be more present by frequently visiting him. Not bringing David home was her way of accommodating Samuel's loner nature and obsession with privacy. As a side effect, Samuel didn't get to have any contact with David, and the last time he saw him, the kid would have been eight years old.

Laura knew Samuel like the back of her hand, especially regarding his particularities when it came to his writing. She knew Samuel liked to be left alone when he wrote and that he required scotch whisky in his office and a pack of cigarettes always available, even though he didn't smoke. He had an old typewriter but stopped using it for some reason. He eventually bought a small laptop, and even though he saw the usefulness of that system, Samuel found the experience of writing on a computer very disingenuous. Laura worked as a real estate agent, so she and Samuel were the perfect fit. She was sociable and liked to move around, while Samuel was a hermit and loved his solitude.

As Samuel's hands rested near his crotch, the urge to slide them down a bit more was ultimately inevitable. Samuel's sex drive had always been high. But to his amazement, it had exponentially grown as he got older. As he stared outside, through the large window just in front of his desk facing the apartment complex on the other side of the street, he was surprised to find that his hand was already skimming his hard, uncut, 9-inch cock. He never grew up a popular kid, but Samuel was proud of his manhood which was always the subject of indiscriminate stares in the locker rooms. Already his shorts were becoming too constraining for his hungry dick as it attempted to protrude through the fabric. Even encased, Samuel's shaft was massive and thick. And at times, Laura had trouble getting it all inside her pussy. Which caused some friction in the sexual department, given the fact that Samuel enjoyed going rough. At heart, he was a romantic, but occasionally he just wanted to pound something mercilessly. Just as he was about to slide his hand inside his shorts and take out his cock, three gentle knocks sounded outside the door to his study.

"For fuck sake!" Samuel groaned, getting up and walking to the door. "What? He said, clearly vexed as he abruptly opened it.

"I know you hate it when I do this, but we gotta get going." Laura's gentle voice announced from the other side.

"Already?...Shit." Samuel answered, resting his arms on the doorway before continuing. "Fine. I'll meet you downstairs." He stated, shutting the door in her face. Samuel stood there looking around, dreading the idea of having to leave that room. He sighed, walked over to the large closet on the other side of the study, and put on some pants and a nice shirt. He stood before the mirror and tilted his head to the side, admiring himself. "You look like a respectable stepfather." He said, chuckling to himself. "Kill me." He uttered immediately after with a sarcastic tone as he rolled his eyes.

For some reason, Samuel had promised Laura they would invite her son David to one of their weekends at his beach house. He must have been drunk or extremely horny and promised Laura he would comply if she bent over and let him fuck her in the ass. Which was by far Samuel's favorite thing but something that happened every once in a full moon. Laura was a prude in the sheets. Yes, their relationship was perfect, but not in the bedroom. So these arrangements were becoming devices to spice up their sex life and keep their relationship's juices flowing. So when he fought the urge to call the weekend off, he would imagine sliding his 9-inch dick on Laura's tight asshole.

Before he could indulge further and risk ripping his pants with his bulging staff, Samuel ran his fingers through his hair, exited the room, and descended the stairs to the ground floor of his luxurious duplex. Even though he was married, Samuel ensured his apartment kept that bachelor vibe. Everything was sleek, comfortable, and very well-presented. Laura didn't have any input, and Samuel made sure of that. He liked control and relished in being the boss. Laura didn't seem to mind, hence their perfectly coordinated relationship.

"Car keys?" He questioned.

"Wasn't I driving?" She replied playfully.

"Absolutely not." He stated, completely ignoring her cheeky comment.

"Excited?" She asked naively. You could always count on Laura to be positively optimistic.

"I can't wait." Samuel answered with sharp sarcasm. "Let's just get this over with." He added.

Laura patted his back gently. They left the apartment, descended the elevator towards the building's garage, and walked towards this expensive SUV Samuel had just bought with the royalties from his last book. His expression as he scanned his new toy with his eyes was childlike. He was shallow at times, sure. But proud of his accomplishments and always made sure he enjoyed his well-earned money.

"Jesus, Samuel. It's just a car." Laura remarked, rolling her eyes and chuckling.

"It's my thing. Let it go." He fired back.

They entered the car, exited the garage, and began driving to David's grandparents' house, which was at least a two-hour drive. They stopped for gas and a bite, although Samuel hated eating in public places. Ninety percent of his meals were at home, stuff he would order from his favorite restaurants, and Samuel was particularly picky about what he ate, so stopping at a drive-through was painful to say the least. But driving and listening to music helped get his creative juices flowing, so he took the opportunity and began outlining his next novel. Samuel would occasionally pick up his phone and mumble stuff into it, storing his ideas. Laura would giggle at the random things he would utter. Eventually, they started approaching David's house. They traversed a nice neighborhood, cozy, familiar and, in Samuel's opinion, painfully bland. He frowned in disgust as they drove by all the white picket fences. They veered left on one of the streets, when Laura finally signaled him to stop.

"There." She uttered, excited.

Samuel parked the car on a small driveway before a large, white wooden house. Laura hopped out and ran for the door. She was about to ring the doorbell when an older woman with a very uptight demeanor erupted from inside, barring Laura from entering. Samuel observed from inside the car, amused by the scene. He scrutinized as Laura spoke with the woman and appreciated when the conversation seemed to get more heated, signaled by the gesturing of both women. Finally, the older woman signaled Laura to wait where she stood and went in, but not before turning back and squinting her eyes as she tried to see inside the car, digging for Samuel.

"Nice to meet you, old bitch." He softly commented as he waved, chuckling to himself. About two minutes later, the door opened again, and a young man walked out. "No fucking way..." Samuel spewed, in complete shock.

Walking in Samuel's direction was David. A swag in his walk, worthy of a movie star. Six feet of man flesh, wearing sweatpants that hugged his broad thighs and exposed the outline of his soft dick. He had a towering presence, a large and wide upper body, and under the hoodie he was wearing, his brawny arms flirted hedonistically with Samuel's eyes. His face was chiseled, perfectly symmetrical, and showcased the most beautiful, deep, heavy blue eyes. His hair was dark brown and relatively short. His smile however, was hidden under a somber expression.

"Fuck, he's pissed." Samuel uttered seconds before David blasted the door open and sat in the back seat, his tall and muscular body so heavy the car tilted slightly from side to side. Luckily for Samuel, Laura tracked him a few feet behind.

"Ok, that's done. We can go." She informed. Then she paused and lifted her head to look at David through the rearview mirror. "Excited?" She asked, genuinely trying.

"Let's just get this over with." David uttered, pulling his hoodie down over his face with the tip of his fingers and reclining back.

Samuel couldn't help letting out an undercovered grin. He then glanced at Laura. Even he felt sorry for her at that moment. She shrugged as they drove off. From David's grandparents' house to the beach was about an hour's drive, and if silence could kill, the three of them would have been dead before they even made it there. Alas, they did. David slept the entire time. Laura just scrolled through her phone, and Samuel, well, he spent roughly half of the time discretely observing David through the mirror, astonished that the child he saw the last time had matured into the young man sitting in his backseat. He was becoming too reclusive, and looking at David at the peak of his youth made him feel excruciatingly old, even though he was in his early thirties.

There were a few awkward moments during the trip when Samuel would glance at the backseat just as David twitched his pelvis, bringing his hand to adjust his crotch. Samuel would immediately turn away, feeling guilty. Well, guys scanning each other's dicks was acceptable and standard behavior. But this was David. Laura's son. A child. At least on Samuel's mind. Thankfully, they were nearly arriving at the beach house. Samuel began to decrease speed as they veered into the property. Large motored black metal gates parted before them, revealing a beautiful two-story house with a dark wood layer, red tile roof coating, a small but tasteful patch of grass at the front and a garage on the right. The front door was ridiculously grand and platinum red. Samuel hadn't even turned the car off, and his face was already beaming. This house was his favorite place in the world. He felt safe and at ease here, like a warm blanket on a rainy day. And, among all his totems, this house was his most inspirational spot. Whenever he was at a loss about his work, he would come here, and it was as if the book would write itself.

"Finally." Laura uttered, taking off her seat belt. "David, we're here." She apprised. David reluctantly removed his hoodie and squinted, his face opening up as soon as he noticed the house before him.

"So, Samuel...are you rich or something?" David asked. Laura's eyes popped at him immediately.

"Something." Samuel replied neutrally.

The boy got out of the car, grabbed his bag, and slowly walked up the patch of grass towards the entrance, which had two large glasses on its sides. David stuck his face in the glass, trying to peek inside. Samuel stared at him, slightly annoyed with his "way too comfortable" attitude. He would never say it to Laura, but David appeared to be a problematic kid. Laura went ahead and unlocked the door. David was about to step inside when she suddenly pulled his jumper, making him stumble back. He turned and scowled at her. Samuel strode past him, and as soon as he entered, he looked at the glass next to the door. David had imprinted his hand on it. Samuel's insides twitched with annoyance. The house was a sight to behold, with a king-size living room occupying almost the entirety of the ground floor. Adjacent was a considerably large kitchen with a small island and a few stools. To the right of the living room was a corridor with three doors. The first was a guest room with a private bathroom, then another bathroom and next to it, a laundry room with a flight of stairs that provided access to the garage. Then next to the corridor, an over-the-top platinum silver flight of stairs granted access to the first floor. Samuel and Laura's main suite were on its right side, and Samuel's study was on the left. Over the kitchen, a sundeck with a jacuzzi pool, a fence and steep wooden stairs that supplied private access to the beach. David barged in and went straight for a bowl of fruit placed in the center of the kitchen island.

"Help yourself." Samuel spewed, annoyed. "I'll be in my study." He informed, looking at Laura and winking.

He went up the stairs, took a key with a chain from his pocket, and opened the locked door. Closing it behind him, he could hear Laura going at it with David. But the study was soundproof, so what appeared to be an argument going downstairs, inside, sounded more like whispers. Samuel beamed, dropped his bag on the floor, stripped until he was only in his underwear, went for his backpack, and took out his laptop. He placed it neatly on the desk facing the extensive window with an ocean view. Sat down, poured himself a whisky, and immediately started writing. He didn't stop until he had to turn on the lights, coerced by the impending twilight outside. Behind the desk where he sat was a wall of blue lights. An installation Samuel bought that gave the room an immersive feel, which he loved. It also made sex in there hot as fuck. Hence the bed he had lodged right behind it, so oversized you could fit five people inside. It could imply an invitation for an orgy had he not married a prude. Samuel chuckled to himself and resumed writing. He was about to start typing when he heard a knock on the door.

"Fuck." He uttered, punching his hand against the large desk. "What?" He questioned, ruffled. But no one answered. Samuel begrudgingly stood up and stormed towards it. "You know I..." He uttered, realizing it was David knocking. "Oh, sorry. I thought it was your mother." He excused. David just stood there scanning him. His heavy blue eyes burned a hole in Samuel's forehead.

"Dinner's ready." The boy reported, unphased. He then started peeking inside. "Can I see it?" He requested bluntly.

"No." Samuel replied with a dry tone.

"Why?" David asked. Samuel seemed taken aback. Rarely, if ever, would people question what he said. "Do you have dead bodies in there or something?" The boy quipped, letting out a soft giggle, enough for Samuel to finally see his smile. It was beautiful. Suddenly, as he stood there, Samuel noticed David was wearing a fitted black tank top with the same sweatpants from earlier and bare feet. He didn't even acknowledge he was scanning the boy from head to toe. When he returned to his face, David squinted his heavy blue eyes at Samuel, intrigued.

"So...are you coming or not?" The boy questioned.

"Yeah. Ten minutes." Samuel answered, inadvertently shutting the door in David's face. He instantly freaked out. What the fuck was happening? Why did he gawk at the kid like that? Samuel returned to his desk and chugged the remaining scotch down his throat. "Fuck my life." He uttered before grabbing the key, closing the door behind him, and descending the stairs to join them.

The dinner that night was uneventful. But dinner usually was, more so when Samuel was amidst his writing process. And in general, he hated when people asked questions about his writing. Stuff like "How's it going? Any deadline?" would make Samuel roll his eyes and leave the person talking to herself. David sat at the other end of the island, scrolling through his phone as he fiddled with the pasta and munched on it, slurping the food. It annoyed Samuel profusely.

"Right. You guys are a riot. But I'm off to my room." The boy eventually declared, jumping from his stool and clearing his plate, which surprised both Laura and Samuel, even though he immediately proceeded to toss it in the sink with disregard.

They eventually finished their meal, and Laura cleared the rest of the dishes while Samuel stood on the porch, gazing at the ocean and taking in the sea breeze. Laura kissed Samuel and retired to their room to rest. She was an early sleeper, unlike him. Once the door to their room closed, Samuel brought his hand to his pocket and took out a rolled joint. Laura was unaware that he occasionally smoked weed. Samuel would only do it on weekends or if no prior social commitments arose. He was around three puffs in when the lights on the patio popped. Samuel's body jumped slightly, head curving to find David behind him, well-dressed, darting at him and grinning.

"I'm going out." He informed. Samuel spun to face him, hiding his right arm behind his back, concealing the joint.

"Hum...sure. Does your mother know?" He questioned, trying to sound responsible and reasonable, neither of which he was. He didn't even care.

"I'm not a minor, you know?" David stated with a cocky frown. He then stood there, gazing at Samuel. The same look the boy had given him earlier. He stepped forward in Samuels' direction. As he approached, Samuel felt a tingle in his stomach. Probably the high from the blunt, he thought. David halted, just inches away from him. "Can I?" The boy questioned.

Samuel looked at him for a moment, then shrugged. He didn't care, so he brought his hand forward and passed the blunt to David, who bore it to his mouth, taking a hit. The boy tilted his head slightly, then brought it back down and blew the smoke on Samuel's face. When he did, he felt the boy's breath on him. Star-anise. He must have closed his eyes longer than intended because the next thing you know, David was walking out the door, holding his blunt.

"Right. I'm off. Later." He shouted as he walked across the living room, shutting the front door behind him. Samuel stood there with no blunt but high as a kite.

"Mother fucker." He muttered as he walked upstairs and closed himself in his study, writing.

As soon as Samuel sat down, he dove into a vertiginous creative high. He posed at his desk, wearing nothing but white undies, his muscular body pumping iron words as his arms tackled the keyboard, occasionally chuckling at the things he would write, his hair disheveled and greasy from the heat. Now and then, he would sip on his whisky and exhale sensually. For Samuel, writing was only comparable to sex. The freedom he felt typing stories was beyond anything his extensive vocabulary could encompass. Aside from a couple of sexual experiences, Samuel would probably pass on a good fuck, so he could spend a few days writing a good chapter. It was hard to tell how many hours flew by as Samuel's fingers played that keyboard like a masterful pianist. The room was dark, with only a single lamp illuminating his laptop and, behind him, the blue-lit wall. The glow scattered around ungulated like a giant lava lamp. And as he hunched over the desk, the reflections of the blue lights performed an eerie dance on Samuel's back. He had finally found his groove. He was so focused that suddenly his left hand was over his crotch as he massaged his throbbing 9-inch cock, while his right hand kept typing. But just as he was about to pull his massive cock out, he heard a faint noise on the other side of the window facing the deck area.

"You gotta be kidding me." He uttered, rolling his eyes and taking his hand out of his shaft's embrace.

He stood up, cornered the large desk, and approached the glass, facing the ocean. As soon as he did, he saw the lights on the jacuzzi pool come on. Then, he heard a male voice and a hush sound. Two seconds later, David showed up, coming from inside the house. He was with a random girl, nobody Samuel knew. David kept signaling her to shush. The first thing Samuel thought was that, luckily, the main suite faced the lateral side of the house. Or Laura would wake up with all that commotion. But as David and the girl sat on the deck around the jacuzzi, Samuel became transfixed by the scene.

He found himself surprisingly drawn to David and not so much to the girl, who he, at first glance, thought to be pretty cute. However, there was something about the boy Samuel couldn't put his finger on. Something in his demeanor propelled him to observe every movement and gesture. Not uncommon for writers, as most of them draw their work from observation. But, given that David was Laura's son, Samuel's growing interest in the boy added a strange yet compelling layer to the situation. As he watched, and as expected, David started stripping his clothes. There he was, Samuel's stepson, completely naked, his smooth and fully trimmed cock and balls on full display.

"Kids today..." Samuel commented inwardly, looking at David's perfectly shaved body.

But as he shook his head in disagreement regarding this new-age mentality and obsession with perfect, immaculately hairless skins, Samuel couldn't help but become mesmerized by the boy's naked form. David exuded confidence and ease, something uncommon for a boy his age. His short, naturally untamed dark brown hair framed the most symmetrical facial structure. His broad chest stretched outwards and housed these light brown nipples that prickled and begged teasing. His permanently flexed six-pack sustained his upper body and his muscular arms as they moved around energetically, veering downwards in a v-shaped form into his pelvis, which accommodated the most perfect, long, pink, cut cock. It was soft, but from experience, Samuel would bet it was probably 7 inches on hard mode. Not too bad, he thought to himself. Then there were his thighs, velvety and wide, extending towards his manly feet.

As Samuel scanned David's physics, the boy clambered over the edge of the jacuzzi and placed his hand inside the boiling water. As he did, Samuel caught a glimpse of his ass, and his dick twitched involuntarily. Samuel halted, took several steps back from the glass, and stood in the middle of his study, his hand over his mouth. He couldn't believe it. It must've been the scotch or the high from the joint. How fucked up could he be to even contemplate on any sexual thought about his wife's son? Then again, he and Laura were on a dry spell, and guys' dicks have a mind of their own. Maybe he shouldn't be overthinking this, Samuel concluded. He should retire and go to bed.

He took a deep breath, grabbed the keys, and was about to leave and join Laura in the main suite when he heard it again. Unfortunately, given the soundproof glass, he couldn't hear much past it. His mind defied the urge, but his groin swooped in and took hold of his body. He moved unhurriedly and silently over to the glass window, touching the handle on the door that gave access to the balcony. As he opened it, David's voice became clear and alive.

"What are you doing? Get your pretty ass over here." He steered. The girl obliged, her tits and nipples shivering from the cold sea breeze. Samuel couldn't believe it. The nerve of the kid to be doing this, as his mother slept just a few yards away. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a sense of astonishment for the unconstrained freedom David exuded. As she approached him, the boy slapped her ass cheeks loudly. She moaned in an annoyed manner, but David could care less. He grabbed her by the hair and started kissing her. His tongue slid inside her mouth with relish. Samuel observed, protected by the shadow that loomed over the balcony. Without even realizing it, his hand was already in his crotch, massaging his growing cock. The boy pushed the brunette's head back, raised his body above the water, and planted his bubble butt on the edge of the jacuzzi, revealing his now rock-hard shaft. It was a little over 7 inches.

"I knew it." Samuel murmured to himself, proud to have guessed correctly.

David pushed her mouth on his cock, and the girl started sucking on it clumsily. As soon as she did, Samuel shook his head in disapproval. She had no idea what she was doing, and that cock deserved better, he pondered. Even David, after approximately one minute, seemed positively bored and ready for it to end. He pulled her back from his cock, smiled at her, trying to be as polite as he could be in that situation, and leaned over.

"Can I fuck your ass?" He asked bluntly. Samuel's dick throbbed violently, sending a heat wave up his spine and groin, exploding in his stomach and making his pelvis jerk forward.

"Are you serious?" The girl questioned, visibly apprehensive.

"C'mon. It's no big deal. Feels amazing." He remarked, trying to pitch the idea. She didn't seem convinced. "I'll go down on you after." He bargained desperately. Samuel chuckled at the sudden familiarity of David's approach, his hand now barely able to hold his oversized cock, as a string of precum trickled from the tip.

"Fine." The girl conceded, stretching her arms to the other side of the jacuzzi and perking her ass up in David's direction.

He stood up, grabbed his dick, slapped it between her cheeks, and aimed the tip inside her hole. He pushed forward a couple of times to test her, then finally slid it inside. She instantly propelled forward, chuckling nervously, as she strolled into unexplored territory. But then David did something unexpected. Instead of backing up, he positioned his large hands on her hips, towed her in, and started fucking her ass vigorously, showcasing his dominant side. She began to whimper, the sound blatantly loud, so David swathed his hand around her mouth, and once he had a grip on her, he began to ravage her cumhole.

Samuel was shocked and in awe as sounds of splashing water and the slapping of David's pelvis against the girl's ass cheeks spread through that balcony like waves of euphoria. Samuel stroked his dick, following David's beat as he fucked the girl's gap. Her moans of growing satisfaction tried to break free from the grip of his hand as his thrusts pushed the hot water over the edge of the small pool.

"Shit, you're fucking tight." The boy uttered between heavy breaths. Samuel's dick twitched and spasmed with David's every word. "Feels so fucking good." He continued as the girl pushed her ass backward, grabbing David's wrists, her hand crawling up his arm, inviting him to proceed as she crossed the pain threshold into pure pleasure. The more she did it, the faster he would pound. And like a shadow, Samuel would follow. Finally, his orgasm closed in on him like a predator. "Fuck I'm gonna cum." David announced. And Samuel was right there with him.

And then it happened. As Samuel started unloading, David's head veered upwards, and his eyes locked on him. David began grunting and grinning as he unloaded his jizz inside the girl. The boy's eyes tried to remain on Samuel as he twitched and convulsed. Samuel's strings of batter spewed over his hand, the balcony's floor and the plants adorning it. Once the high disembarked, Samuel's body pulled back inside. It was impossible. David couldn't have seen him. It was too dark, and he had made sure not to make any noise.

He recluded inside the study and closed the door very slowly. Panic and shame came over him. How could he have been so careless? Was David even looking at him? Maybe it was just a weird coincidence. As he stood there, his dick still rigid, his hand sticky from all the cum, and his heart pumping with tense excitement, he suddenly felt the urge to laugh. The situation was as weird as it was sizzling. But the fact that he came from watching another man cum was hammering in the back of his mind. And that this particular man happened to be Laura's son was something he never considered possible, let alone plausible.

"Samuel, time for bed." He uttered to himself, jolting the cum off his hand and grabbing a towel to clean himself off. He locked the door, and tiptoed over to the main suite. Laura was sleeping peacefully, totally unaware of what had just happened. Samuel lay next to her and fell asleep, positively relaxed.

The morning after, Samuel woke to an empty bed. His eyes began to squint as he lifted his head and noticed the window blinds were up. He rasped and let himself sink on the silk pillow with his arms stretched to the sides. Samuel lay there as sudden flashes of last night's events charged inside his mind. He chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. Samuel drew the silk sheets away from his body, his dick resting comfortably on his abdomen. He took his hand to it and gave it a morning greeting, scratching his balls fondly. Samuel got up and showered, reliving everything in his head with exquisite detail. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't shake the image of David's smooth body fucking that girl's tight ass while he looked up at him on the balcony. Samuel slipped on a pair of swim shorts that hugged his fit, round muscular ass perfectly and was going to put his tank top on but halted, throwing it over his shoulder. He came down the stairs to find Laura in the kitchen. She was spooning out the seeds from a large papaya fruit. Samuel smiled.

"I love you." He uttered in a very unusual display of affection.

"Hey, baby. Sleep ok?" She asked. Samuel seemed surprised by the question. He nodded, sat on one of the stools, extended his arm over the counter, and pulled the dish where Laura had just placed the fruit. She slanted over the counter, looking to find out if her son was around. "You moaned last night...did you have a dirty dream?" She questioned, smirking. Samuel swallowed the papaia-filled spoon dry.

"Really?" He asked, feigning his surprise.

"Yes. And you had an erection." She declared bashfully.

"You mean I was hard as a fucking rock, Laura?" He trifled while being annoyed with her prudeness at the same time.

"Samuel!" She replied, covering her face.

"You should have just taken advantage of the situation." He said, shrugging his shoulders. "I would have." He announced. She looked at him for a second and was about to say something when David walked in, wearing nothing but a tight speedo, which made not glancing at the boy's ass nearly impossible.

"Morning." He murmured, his voice rusty and tired.

"Morning!" Laura greeted enthusiastically. David walked by her, planted a sloppy kiss on her cheek and sat on the stool beside her. Right in front of Samuel. "You want some cereal?" Laura asked.

"I'm not six." David fired with an unpleasant tone. Samuel's gut told him to say something, but Laura shook her head discreetly, signaling him not to. "Where's the coffee?" He questioned. Laura hopped to the machine and poured him a large cup, setting it in front of him, but only after placing a coaster under it. Samuel smiled at her gesture. "I guess you're not a morning person either, hum?" The boy enquired, drawing Samuel's attention back to him.

"Depends on the company." Samuel fired. David's face, which sported a cocky grin, broke instantly.

They both stared at each other. Suddenly that stare became almost a contest. Two alphas, quarreling for the right to fuck the female in the pack. The match seemed endless. Samuel would take a spoon of fruit to his mouth, never once taking his eyes off David's. The boy would sip from his coffee cup, making a clangorous and annoying slurping sound. Samuel felt floored by the kid's ability to tickle his weak points. Slurping was one of the worst things anyone could do in front of him. David eventually caved and broke contact, making Samuel grin proudly. But the boy seemed disinterested in winning, or Samuel, for that matter. He turned around, leaped from the stool, and walked outside, flaunting his juicy ass willfully. He then put his sunglasses on and laid, belly down, on one of the stretchers under the large, white beach umbrella that shaded half the deck. As David adjusted his position, Samuel noticed his ass jiggling and squeezing, taunting his cock, which began to grow under the counter. Suddenly, Laura's voice snapped him out of his early morning boner.

"Don't mind him. He's at that age." She commented, shrugging her shoulders. Samuel felt sorry for her again. Parents are blind creatures, he thought. Good thing he never had kids since they seem to feed on their parents' souls.

"It's ok. I'll pretend David isn't here." Samuel replied, masking his truthful statement with a wink but knowing deep down that, at this point, ignoring David was something he just wasn't able to do.

That afternoon was uneventful as they lounged outside for most of the day. Laura read a book, and David lay in the shade while Samuel drank half a liter of Diet Coke, trying to get rid of the nasty hangover he was sporting. About three hours in, as Samuel dozed off comfortably on his stretcher, a shadow loomed over him, blocking the sun. He brought his hand to his face and opened his eyes laboriously. David stood over him, his smooth chest moving up and down, and his cock pressed under his speedos, just inches away from Samuel's face.

"Can you put sunscreen on my back?" He asked. Samuel just froze there, incredulous. What on earth possessed the kid? He darted over to where Laura sat, hoping to shove this problem her way, but she was absent. "She went upstairs. Said she didn't want to wake you." He continued. "It's not rocket science." He provoked. Samuel squinted at him, annoyed.

"Fine." Samuel uttered, surprised the words even left his mouth. He hated the feeling of cream on his hands, and he knew he'd have to get up eventually and wash them. But he was courteous, and since he had said yes, he begrudgingly crossed his muscular legs on the stretcher and extended his hand. David turned around, clutched his chair with one hand, and dragged it loudly across the wooden floor. Each centimeter of wood seemed to scream inside Samuel's ears. "Don't drag the chair on the floor..." He blurted instinctively. The boy ignored him, only stopping when the chair was practically bound to Samuel's. He laid down, his back facing up, gave Samuel the sunscreen, and crossed his arms over his forehead, laying his head over his hands. His arm muscles popped out immediately, and a discrete brownish fuzz stuck out of his armpits. The sight sent a cold jolt through Samuel's groin right into his stomach. He grazed his hand over his hair, trying to keep it off his face, opened the sunscreen bottle, poured some on David's back, and set it aside. Even though Samuel had no patience for skincare, he enjoyed touching skin, and Laura would ask him to massage her back occasionally. The feedback was always positive, and she complimented his firm touch.

He went in, placing one hand on the boy's back. He was instantly taken aback by how soft his skin was. It was velvety and stretched with ease. He had a couple of small moles, but overall his skin was flawless and immaculate. He began to spread the cream around the whole area, but David's back was wide-reaching, so he went for the lotion again and laddered it a bit more. His movements became more stable and vigorous. Once the layer of cream was even, he began to put some pressure on his touch. Then suddenly, it happened. From under David's body, a low and understated moan slinked through. Samuel pressed on and kept his hand moving, trying to avoid denouncing the sound.

But before he could even think, his other hand went in and joined, evenly dispersing the movements, beginning in the middle of the boy's back, spreading both hands outwards in opposite directions. His right hand resisted the urge to slide close to David's lower back. But each time Samuel's hand grazed his speedos, which had slid down and showed a pinch of his butt crack, the boy would tactfully lift his ass off the chair. With each movement, Samuel's cock got harder. He would close his eyes and think of David slurping on soup, trying to cage his erection, but to his surprise, the mere image of the boy slurping sent more blood rushing to his groin. Things were getting out of hand. In fact, both his hands were now sliding over David's back. And unless Samuel was on some weird acid hallucination, the boy seemed to enjoy what was happening.

"You can go lower. I don't want any outline to show." David's voice suggested. Samuel's heart leaped to his throat. But this rabbit hole was already deep, so he decided to dive further. Putting pressure on his touch, he grazed his hand over the boy's skin, and as he reached his lower back, he swirled sideways, letting his fingers skate underneath the speedo, skimming the edges of his asscrack and firm glutes, where he could feel the beginning of their steep incline. "Go lower." David moaned, the sound muffled. Samuel felt a streak of precum shoot from his dick and instantly pulled his hands away from the boy's back.

"Any lower, and we'll both need a therapist." Samuel joked, reclining on the chair and lifting his legs to hide his massive erection. David turned around, facing up. He looked at Samuel, his deep heavy blue eyes burning a hole through him. Samuel glanced at the speedos, where the boy's hard dick burst through its seams. "Ok. I think I'll retire." He declared, vaulting from his chair and fleeing inside the house. He rushed through the kitchen and into the ground floor corridor, entering the bathroom and locking himself inside. He let out a flood of air that felt tucked away in his chest since he left the deck. "What the fuck..." Samuel mumbled as he nervously paced from one side of the bathroom to the other. He viewed himself as a confident guy, even cocky at times. But David's presence put him in a haze of disarray and unexplainable lust. He stopped in front of the mirror, his arms holding the sink, and just gazed at his reflection, psyching himself up. "Get a hold of yourself, Samuel. He's just a kid. A fucking brat." He uttered quietly.

As soon as he said it, he felt better. He splashed his face a couple of times with cold tap water, dried it with a hand towel, and opened the door, strolling upstairs. He broke quietly inside the main bedroom and slid into the bed, spooning Laura, rubbing his stiff cock between her ass. He felt a sharp fabric grazing his dick. She was wearing pajama pants, which meant no sex. Fuck. He sighed and turned to the other side, falling asleep minutes after.

Samuel woke up later, and as he peeked through the window, he realized it was already dark out. He turned his body upwards and took his hand to his groin. His cock was still hard, but not for sex. He just really needed to piss. He turned to Laura's side, and she moaned.

"Sam?" She mumbled.

"Yeah." Samuel replied.

"Can you get me a bottle of water from the fridge? My mouth is dry." She requested.

"Sure." He replied.

He stood up, put on his shorts, and closed the door gently behind him. He walked down the stairs and went straight for the bathroom. He turned the light on, and assuming everyone was asleep, Samuel left the door open. As he stood there, completely relaxed, he let his head fall back as the piss started pouring, and that wonderful feeling of a bladder emptied took over. Then, suddenly, he sensed a presence behind him. Samuel lifted his head to find David standing nude, slanted against the doorway.

"Shoot, sorry. Didn't think you were awake." Samuel apologized as he tried to finish quickly. The boy gazed at him through the mirror. He took a few steps further, stood beside Samuel, their hips brushing together, held his dick, and started pissing next to him. "A little privacy, geez..." Samuel uttered, stunned.

David just chuckled. Samuel finished, took a piece of toilet paper, and cleaned the tip, tossing it inside before discharging. He turned around, leaving David alone, walked through the living room into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and took out two cold water bottles. Samuel lingered there a bit, looking at the leftovers, deciding about nibbling on something. He eventually took out a bowl of fresh blueberries, placed them on the counter, and started eating them, closing his eyes as he relished the flavor. When he reopened his eyes, David stood on the other side of the island.

"Fucking hell..." Samuel spewed, taken aback by the boy's unannounced presence. "Stop doing that." He requested, visibly annoyed. The kid was starting to get on his nerves. David went around the island slowly, stopping next to Samuel and leaning with his elbow over the counter.

"What are you eating?" He questioned, not looking at the bowl once. Instead, his eyes stared intently at Samuel, who seemed particularly incensed.

"Here." He uttered, and with a push of his hand, he slid the bowl over the counter in David's direction. "Enjoy." He remarked.

"We can share." The boy suggested. For a split second, Samuel could have sworn he saw a different expression on David's face. Like he genuinely just wanted the company. But it was short-lived. "I mean, it wouldn't be the first time." The boy remarked. Samuel's chest started pounding faster.

"You know, it's cool that you feel at ease like this. But this is still my house, and I'd prefer it if you didn't walk around naked like that." Samuel informed, trying to shift the exchange and get the upper hand.

"Didn't seem to bother you last night." David said, drawing closer to Samuel.

"What the f..." Samuel erupted, but the boy cut him off.

"I know you were watching. It's ok. I would have done the same thing." He stated, with a devious smile on his face. "Of course, I'm not a responsible adult. I'm just a kid, hormonally compromised..." he continued. Samuel stared at him, his eyes twitching with shock and outrage. "But you, Samuel...what's your excuse for being a pervert?" He questioned, his lush lips stretching into a devilish grin.

"You little shit..." Samuel uttered, chuckling nervously. As he stared at David in that dim light, he almost felt regard for him. The boy was cunning. Much more than he initially gave him credit for, but being an expert in observing people, Samuel also witnessed a profound sadness inside David's beautifully deep, heavy blue eyes. A loneliness armored by a shallow, almost staged confidence. "What's the endgame here, David?" Samuel questioned, now at ease and in control. The boy recoiled a few steps back, measuring this new strength his rival exuded.

"I don't know. I like to make the rules as I go." David responded.

"Fine. Let's play that game." Samuel challenged, with a commanding energy in his statement. David looked at him with regard, almost as if he had just found his match. He smiled.

"Goodnight, Samuel." He stated, turning back and walking to his room, his deliciously smooth ass moving as he strolled away. Samuel shook his head, chuckled, picked the bottles and the bowl of blueberries, and retired to his room.

The next day they enjoyed some time out on the deck. David had gone to the beach earlier, so neither Laura nor Samuel had seen him. They were spread next to each other on the stretchers. Samuel chugged on a chilled beer while Laura read a book. She abruptly paused, put the book down, and turned her head towards Samuel.

"Is everything alright?" She asked. Samuel tilted his head slightly, brought his hand under his head, and looked at her through his sunglasses.

"Sure. Why?" He questioned.

"I heard you and David talking last night." She mentioned. Samuel stood there in silence.

"I bumped into him when I came to get the water." He then stopped. It's not like he could tell her the whole story. "He's a smart kid. But I'll be honest with you..." He stated, scanning Laura's openness to what he was about to say. She straightened herself on the chair and removed her sunglasses, giving him all her attention.

"Ok." She uttered, her voice lagging a bit with apprehension.

"He's spoiled and excessively confrontational. I don't particularly enjoy his company." Samuel stated bluntly. He could see Laura's eyes changing. But he decided he wouldn't sugarcoat it, or they would have this conversation again. And that's something Samuel dreaded more than anything. "I know you love him, but you knew how I felt about the whole kid thing. I never wanted my own, so I'm not putting up with other people's." He concluded. It was like ripping a band-aid. Laura's face went blank. She reclined on the chair very slowly and took a deep breath.

"I know." She muttered. Samuel wanted to reach out and console her, but he knew that if he did, his argument would lose its desired effect. "He's a piece of work. He's a good kid...he's just..." She choked, visibly struggling. "I'll be right back." She declared, her voice cracking. Laura stood up and walked inside.

Samuel knew she had gone to the bathroom to cry. But he wasn't the consoling type, so he just stood there, staring at the ocean. Then, a couple of minutes later, David showed up, his body lit by the noon sun and his dick outlined by his speedos, soaked in seawater. Samuel lifted his head to look at David.

"Pack your shit. We're leaving." He ordered, raising himself off the chair and stepping inside. David stood there in silence, briefly, then left for his room and began packing.

For the next hour, the silence was overbearing, predatory even. There was much to be said, but the vertiginous chasm unfurled between the three seemed impossible to traverse. Finally, Samuel locked the house, loaded the car with all their baggage, physical and emotional, and took to the road. The silence endured. Samuel didn't even stop or ask if anyone was hungry or needed a bathroom break. He just wanted to get home. They were driving through a particularly narrow road when David finally punched through the glass of silence they had erected.

"I need to take a piss." He declared.

"Hold it in." Samuel immediately replied with a cold tone.

"Boys, please." Laura interjected, trying to sound neutral.

"Fuck dude, what's your problem?" David hollered, straightening himself up on his seat, visibly vexed, staring at Samuel's eyes through the rearview mirror.

"Stand back and be still." Samuel spewed, his eyes piercing David's through the mirror. David reluctantly obliged.

"You know all about that, right?" David uttered, his eyes punching Samuel's. Samuel turned his body around, facing the back of the car, his left hand steering the wheel, the other holding a finger to the boy's face.

"Look here, you little f..." He scolded.

"Samuel, look out!" Laura screamed desperately, her voice slicing the air like cutlass.

As Samuel's head bowed, the front of a gigantic truck engulfed their car. He only had time to hit the brakes before the sound of splintering metal blasted around them. The car propelled left, capsizing as it rolled continuously over itself until it reached a trench on the side of the road, where it came to a halt. The air went still, and then, utter silence. Their car stood there, shattered, battered, and destroyed on the side of the road. No movement.

Only Laura's blood-covered arm sticking out of one of the broken windows could be seen, unmoving.