Retaliation - 2. The Plowing Day

The sound of the ATV was getting louder and louder through the storm, and I knew that Brett was getting close. I went to the garage and opened the door. The snow was about knee high as Brett pulled into the driveway and into the garage. I lowered the door as Brett leapt from the tractor. He stomped his feet and shook the snow from his knitted Yankees snow cap.

“It’s a blizzard out there!” he exclaimed.

Since it was just him and me, I planted a kiss on his frozen lips. He was trying to grow something resembling a beard on his chin, but not succeeding very well. It felt scratchy against my skin. “You seriously need to shave,” I laughed.

“You’re just jealous because you can’t grow a beard,” Brett replied.

“Neither can you!” I insisted.

“Wait…” Brett said. “Smile again.”

I smiled without showing my teeth. I knew he’d noticed. Brett insisted I show him so I finally allowed him to see.

“Awww!!! You got your braces off…” he said.

“Yep,” I replied. “You could be a little more excited.”

“Why didn’t you say anything before you went?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” I said.

“Well, I’m surprised,” Brett said. “I liked your braces.”

“Well I won’t miss them. I hated them.”

“You had them for so long I barely remember you without them. They were like a part of you. I thought they were cool. It’ll take some time getting used to seeing you without them. Smile again.”

I smiled for him. He sighed.

“Oh well, I’ll always remember that cute boy with braces who took away my innocence last summer,” Brett said wistfully.

“Oh like you were ever innocent!”

We both laughed.

“I’ve never kissed a guy without braces before,” Brett said. “I’m not sure I’ll know what to do.”

“Well, I’ve never sucked your dick without braces before either, but I think I’ll manage,” I replied.

Brett laughed. “Whoa! I really have corrupted you! When did you get such a dirty mind?”

“Like you weren’t thinking it!” I said.

“Well yeah. But still, I’m just not used to you being so confident. I like it. I think it’s cool.”

“Well, I guess I’m just getting more comfortable about everything. I mean, having Emily know about us and being cool about it has kind of given me some hope. I’m thinking it might be time to tell our parents.”

“That’s awesome, Billy,” Brett said. “I’m so tired of hiding everything.”

“Just let me get my license first, so I can at least drive somewhere when they kick me out.”

“Okay,” Brett said.

We went into the house and Brett stripped off his wet coat and boots. He’d brought clothes in his backpack, but he also had a stash of clothes in my room. We were about the same weight, though I was a little taller and he was a little stronger. I was lanky and he was more stout. He’d allowed his hair to grow out a little bit for the first time in years. It wasn’t nearly as long as my hair had gotten, but it was really cute to see his brown hair become long enough to form curling ringlets again. His dark hair made his blue eyes stand out all the more handsomely. He went to my room and changed clothes, then joined my mom and me at the dining room table. Mom fed him, of course. I swear she feeds him better than she feeds me. I’m convinced if they had it to do over again, my parents would have traded me for Brett.

Brett had grown up so much since school started. I was really proud of him. He had been so opposed to taking his medicine for his ADHD, but it was working really well for him. Better than pot, anyway! He was sleeping normally, even if sometimes the medication gave him really bad nightmares. But the regular sleep had improved his attitude and his grades. He had been so afraid that his medication would change him, but it didn’t really. He was still the same Brett. He was still an occasional troublemaker, but he was able to control those impulses that had led him to so many trips to the principal’s office and suspensions. He didn’t automatically say whatever popped into his head. Besides his medication, though, Brett had really matured a lot. He’d come a long way since the day he’d snapped on his mom and called her a cunt and said he hoped she would die in a car wreck in lyrical verse. He didn’t want to be that kid anymore. I liked the young man he was becoming.

We played video games for a while. I’d somehow convinced my parents to buy me a Game Cube for Christmas, but Brett had moved on to the Playstation 2. He was eager to make money because he also wanted an Xbox, but his mom refused to buy it after she’d just bought him the PS2. Needless to say, he thought my poor little Game Cube sucked. But, he still played it when he was at my house since he liked Super Smash Bros. He was eager to buy a new system, and I was eager to buy the new Legend of Zelda game when it came out. Brett complained that the graphics looked stupid, but I didn’t care, it was Zelda!

My mom came to tell us goodnight, and we sort of acknowledged her existence as we continued to try to destroy each other. It was nice to know that she had gone to bed, because now we could close the door and play video games the way they were meant to be played, for gambling! We would play a new round of Smash Brothers and the loser would have to take off an article of clothing. Of course, once both of us were naked, the stakes became sexual in nature. We could work up from a simple blowjob all the way to having to play while getting fucked when we were really into it.

I had Brett all the way down to his boxers while I still had my shirt and pants on when the power went out.

“Oh darn, now what are we going to do?” Brett asked suggestively.

“We can’t do it with the power off,” I informed him.

“Why not? We could light some candles. It’d be pretty hot.”

“And my mom and dad could listen to us banging because there’s no other noise in the house. We can’t even turn on the radio because somebody used my batteries,” I said quietly.

“Oh yeah… Crap, I didn’t even think about that,” Brett said.

“Besides, we’re going to have a busy day tomorrow, we should probably get some sleep.”

“Yeah. So, you think we should sleep together or apart?”

“Oh, you’re sleeping with me,” I said. “It’s going to get really cold if the power stays out, and you’re nice and warm.”

Brett smiled and kissed me. We took our turns in the bathroom and then settled in for the night. We normally slept in boxers or shorts when we stayed at my house, just in case my parents got nosy. We would sleep naked together at Brett’s house. Brett was becoming a bit of a nudist when he was alone at his house. He told me there were times when he’d stroll around in just his boxers even when his mom was around. He had a nice body and he didn’t have much modesty when it came to showing it off. He’d use any excuse to shuck his shirt in public.

We snuggled together under my blankets. Brett laid on his side facing away from me and I nestled in behind him, draping my arm over his chest. I lightly stroked his chest and worked my way down to his belly, tickling the soft hairline between his belly button and his boxers. Brett pressed his butt against my hips and squeezed my hand lightly. He guided my hand further down into his boxers, where I felt his neatly trimmed pubes and his stiffened dick, and beneath it his hairy balls. I gently played with them for a minute before I withdrew my hand and worked back to his chest. I lightly pinched his nipple as I kissed the nape of his neck. Brett squirmed with delight. But that was as far as we dared to go in a noiseless house.

In the morning, I awoke to find myself alone in bed. I rubbed my eyes and looked around, but Brett was not in my room. I slipped out of bed and pulled on a shirt, then I walked across the hall to the bathroom. I hit the light switch, but nothing happened, so I knew the power was still out. I walked out to the dining room to find Brett sitting, already dressed, talking to my parents.

“Well it’s about time,” Brett said when he saw me.

“Time for what?” I asked.

“Time for us to go make money!” Brett replied. “Why aren’t you dressed? If we don’t get started some other kids will steal our driveways!”

“Can’t I eat first?” I asked.

Brett sighed loudly. “You can eat after we’re done. Let’s go! Your dad’s going to run the plow while we shovel.”

We quickly made a path out of the driveway so that mom could go to work, and then we began making the rounds through the neighborhood. Brett was our salesman, walking up to the houses and asking if they wanted our services. Nobody turned us down when Brett asked them. He could sell ice to an Eskimo. Dad would go to work on the driveway on the plow while Brett and I would take care of the sidewalks and any places dad couldn’t get to with the plow. Brett lined up more houses while dad and I worked. Brett also took care of the money, and from the looks of things we were making out like bandits.

We took a break for lunch. The power was back on at the house. Dad made us some grilled cheese and soup while Brett split the money with me. We each had already made over a hundred dollars! Brett said that the secret was to let the customer decide how much to pay. Only if they couldn’t decide would Brett offer an amount for them. Brett inhaled his food and was eager to go out again, but dad and I took our time. I was excited to be working with dad. He had been stuck at home for a while after the stroke. He still needed a cane to walk, but that didn’t stop him from going back to work when the new year started. They made him a supervisor, so that they could use his smarts and he wouldn't have to do any lifting or delicate work. He still couldn't use his right hand for much. And with diabetes, his left hand wasn't much better. He was constantly dropping things. But, he could drive and he was still the best electrician on the planet, even though he was usually using somebody else’s hands to do the work. He said he went back because we needed the money and because he was going insane sitting at home with nothing to do.

“Brett, if you want to do something productive while you wait for us to finish you could make some hot chocolate for you and Billy,” dad suggested to the pacing Brett.

“Sure thing, Mr. Roberts,” Brett replied.

“Brett, how many times do I have to tell you to call me George before you'll do it?”

“Lots more times I guess. You've only been telling me that for eight years,” Brett replied.

Once we had all eaten and received a thermos of hot chocolate, we went back out to plow more driveways. The pickings were a lot slimmer in the afternoon because people had begun to dig themselves out. Brett scolded us for taking too long of a lunch break, but we still each made another fifty bucks by the end of the day.

Brett and I rode on the back of the ATV as dad drove it into the garage.

“Well, Brett,” dad said, “I guess you could leave the four-wheeler here and I can drive you home. It's getting too dark for you to go over there by yourself. I don't want you to get hit by a car again.”

“Why can't Brett stay here again tonight?” I asked.

“I don't want you to be up all night and being tired at school tomorrow.”

“Dad, tomorrow's Saturday,” I said.

“Yeah, and it’s my birthday!” Brett said.

Dad laughed. “Are you serious? I guess you’re right. Where’d the time go? Well, I reckon it's okay then. If it's alright with your mothers, it's alright with me.”

Dad ordered a couple pizzas for us as a way to celebrate both our excellent work and Brett’s upcoming birthday. The house was nice and warm with the power back on and we were able to play video games again. When the pizza came, we all sat in the living room and enjoyed talking with each other. It was amazing how great dad was to be around when Brett was over. I swear he talked more to Brett in one evening than he talked to me in a week. I know dad laughed more that evening than I’d heard him laugh in a long time. Brett had brought a horror movie on tape with him so we watched that for fun. Watching a movie with Brett is always an adventure because he makes fun of everything.

When mom came home she scolded dad for letting us watch such an awful movie. “George, why are you letting them watch something like that? They’ll have nightmares.”

“Come on Mrs. Roberts,” Brett laughed. “If anyone should be having nightmares it’s the people who approved the terrible script.”

Mom took some pizza and went to her room. After a while, Brett and I cleaned up the mess we’d made and left dad to watch the rest of the movie. We went to my room to play Super Smash Brothers again. Brett didn’t seem to be paying much attention to the game. He was kind of smiling to himself.

“What’s so funny over there?” I asked.

“I just think it’s funny how different your mom and dad are. Your dad is really cool, but your mom…”

“I know,” I said.

“I don’t think she likes me all that much anymore. She thinks I’m a bad influence on you. I think she tolerates me because I’m your friend.”

“She tolerates you more than Dustin,” I replied.

“Well that’s because I’ve never stolen a car.”

“Yeah, I guess,” I sighed.

“What’s the matter?” Brett asked. “You’re not still feeling sorry for that idiot are you?”

“I just don’t know what could have caused him to do something like that. I thought he liked Mike. I just don’t know why he’d do something so stupid.”

“Billy, I don’t know how else to tell you this, but Dustin is a moron. I might not be as intelligent as he supposedly is, but the guy is an idiot. He’s probably on drugs.”

“He says he’s not,” I replied.

“Well, I guess you’re the expert at knowing if someone is doing drugs,” Brett teased. “I mean, I wasn’t even hiding it from you and you didn’t have a clue.”

“Well those days are behind us,” I said. “You’ve haven’t been to the park since you promised me you’d quit. I’m really proud of you.”

Brett blushed. “Quit it. You’re embarrassing me.”

“Can’t a guy be proud of his boyfriend?” I asked.

“Sure, I guess. Oh, and your dad totally knows about us, by the way.”

“What are you talking about?”

Brett smiled. “I can just tell. It’s the way he talks to me and the way he treats me. If he doesn’t know about us, he at least knows about me. And if he knows about me, he’s gotta know about you. You’re way more gay than I am.”

“What has he said?” I asked.

“I don’t know… I can’t exactly tell you how I know that he knows. I just know he does. It’s not something I can analyze for you.”

“Okay, if you’re so smart, does my mom know?”

Brett laughed. “Oh yeah, but she’s in total denial. I think subconsciously she knows I’m banging you and that’s why she’s become more distant with me. I mean, she still thinks you’re going to produce little genius grandbabies for her.”

“I still might.” I said. “Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I don’t want to have kids someday.”

“Umm, Billy… I hate to tell you this, but it doesn’t matter how much of your sperm you put into me, I’m not going to get pregnant.”

“Not like that, goof ball,” I laughed. “There are other ways.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s probably for the best to keep small children away from me, though. I’m not a good influence,” Brett replied. “At least your dad is cool. You can keep denying it if you want, but it won’t change the fact that he knows. He’s just too nice to say anything until you’re ready.”

“Whatever,” I replied.

We played around for a while longer on the video game until we were pretty sure my parents had fallen asleep. We’d had the radio turned on for quite a while, not too loud to wake them up, but loud enough to cover up any noises which we didn’t want them to hear.

“Hey,” he said. “Smile for me again.”

I smiled, showing off my pearly whites.

Brett sighed. “I still don’t know. I mean, I like your smile, but I really liked your braces,” he said.

I just laughed.

“Oh well! You wanna fuck me tonight or you want me to do you?” he asked.

“Oh I don’t know. I’m a little sore from all that shoveling,” I joked.

“Aw, poor baby!” Brett teased. “You want me to massage your pain away?”

“Might as well!” I replied.

I rested on my belly on the bed and set my glasses on the nightstand. Brett gently rubbed my back while I relaxed. He slipped his hands up my shirt and down my pants, rubbing my back and butt. Eventually, I lifted my hips and unzipped my pants. Brett then took the lead and pulled them off, followed by my underwear so that I was just in my shirt. Brett slipped off his pants too, and then rested on top of me. His dick slid gently into the crack of my butt, and for a while he just gently held me and kissed the back of my neck.

I flipped over so that we were now face to face. Brett sat up and peeled his shirt off, so I took mine off too. Then we kissed each other deeply with our naked bodies squeezed together. I loved kissing Brett, even though his scraggly attempted-beard tickled my face. Brett gently rocked his hips back and forth so that our dicks rubbed against each other. Brett took my hands and held them over my head, with our fingers locked together. Brett loved holding hands, even though we rarely got the chance to do it. I slid myself lower, and sucked on his nipples for a while, kissing and licking them. Brett sighed with delight. I knew how much he loved it when I did that to him. There wasn’t any place on his body which I hadn’t explored with my tongue before, except one. But now that my braces were off, that was about to change.

“You ready for your birthday present?” I asked.

“Sure!” Brett replied.

“Roll onto your belly,” I instructed. Brett did as I asked. He had no idea what I was about to do to him. Brett laid down on the bed and waited for me. I got on my knees between his legs and spread them apart, exposing his asshole between his cheeks.

“You better lube me before you fuck me,” Brett warned.

“Okay,” I said. Then I dived down between his ass cheeks and without warning him gave his asshole a huge lick with my tongue.

“Holy fuck, Billy!” Brett exclaimed as quietly as he could. I felt his ass tighten up from the surprise, but I didn’t stop. I buried my tongue into him and went to town on him. Brett writhed in overwhelming pleasure as I licked the hell out of his asshole. I’d never even hinted at him that I was planning to do it to him when I got my braces off. After I’d reacted like an idiot the day he tried to do it to me we had never even talked about it again. I’d done just about everything to his body, but not this! I licked and sucked at his hole for what seemed like an eternity. I was really enjoying it, and that surprised me because until I’d actually done it I wasn’t sure I wasn’t going to freak out. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it was quite a pleasant experience for both of us. Brett bit my pillow and whimpered in sheer ecstasy at the sensations I was giving to his body.

“Holy fuck! You’re gonna make me fucking shoot!” he cried into the pillow. “Ohhh! You’re making me cum! Holy fuck, Billy! Holy fuuuuuuck!” Brett shot his load on my bed sheets without even touching his dick. While he was still coming, I jumped up to my knees, spit on my dick and plunged it into his quivering hole.

“Oh my fucking god!” Brett cried in complete pleasure. It was rare that we fucked with spit for lube, but it was always really intense when we did. It always felt a bit more intimate. I fucked him vigorously for a few minutes, my body pressed tightly against his. Then I pulled his ass up off the bed so that I could do him doggie style. My hips slapped against his butt as I fucked him aggressively. Before I could really get going though, I pulled out of him. I spanked his ass with my dick. I rolled him over, so that now he was on his back. His spooge was smeared all over his belly. I scooped up what I could and rubbed it on my dick. I pushed his knees up to his chest so that his asshole was exposed. I slapped my dick against his asshole.

“Quit playing around and fuck me!” Brett begged. I plunged into him again, now using his own cum for lube. Brett locked his legs around me and pulled me toward him so that we could kiss while I fucked him. Brett wrapped his arms around my neck. I then pulled us both up so that I was on my knees. Then I completely flipped onto my back so that Brett, still impaled on my dick, was on top of me. I don’t know what had me acting so aggressively, but I do know that we were both loving every second of it.

“We’re making way too much noise,” Brett whispered.

“Shut up then,” I replied.

Brett laughed. “No, the headboard’s banging against the wall.” Brett got off of me and stood near my desk. He bent over the chair and looked back at me. “Come and get it, babe.”

I rolled off the bed and stood behind him. I slid my dick back into his ass and just fucked the hell out of him. Seriously, I was out of my mind fucking with him. My hips slapped his ass loudly and rapidly. I spanked his ass as hard as I could, making a very loud slap as I lost control. Brett looked over his shoulder at me and smiled.

“Fuck yeah! Spank me!” he said lustily.

“Did you like that?” I grunted.

“You know I did!” Brett panted.

“Then you’re gonna love this!” I grabbed his hips with both hands and pulled him against me. I thrust my dick as deep into him as possible and felt my whole body quiver in ecstasy. “Ahhhhhhh!!!” I cried out, trying my best to keep quiet as I blasted my load deep into him. My hips aggressively slammed his ass hard as I bred him. The room was spinning as I pulled out of him. Some of my spooge landed with a heavy splat on the floor. I backed up and fell backward onto my bed, totally exhausted. I felt the cold wetness of Brett’s spooge on my back. Brett landed on the bed next to me and draped his leg over mine and rested his head on my chest.

“I think I might have gotten a little too loud,” I panted, exhausted.

“You think?” Brett laughed.

“Yeah… Wow, that was amazing. I think I got a little carried away. Sorry I slapped your ass so hard.”

“Do you hear me complaining?” Brett smiled. “Damn that was good. I love seeing that side of you. You’re a fucking beast, Billy. What made you decide to rim me?”

“Well, I’ve been planning to do it when I got my braces off for a while now. And besides, I wanted to do something special for your birthday,” I said.

“Well that certainly qualifies! Did you like it?” he asked.

“I’d be lying if I didn’t say it was a little weird,” I replied. “Don’t get me wrong, I liked it. But that doesn’t make it any less weird. I’m just glad everything was clean down there. I guess I don’t need to ask you if you liked it, huh?”

“Eh. It was okay, I guess,” Brett joked. “I can’t believe I let you kiss me after that.”

“I’m just glad you didn’t freak out like I did,” I laughed.

“Oh, I was freaking out,” Brett said. “That may be the best sex we’ve ever had, and we’ve had some really great sex! I’m totally going to do that to you in the morning.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” I replied. “I only could do that because of how much I love you.”

For a while, we just held each other while we recovered from our lovemaking. The music and the moment had me on the edge of sleep in no time. Brett eventually disengaged from our embrace and slipped across the hall to the bathroom. I listened to the sound of the radio and was almost asleep before he returned. I rested comfortably with Brett’s warm body cuddled against me. I kissed him again, one last time, before we drifted off to sleep.