Retaliation - 5. A Close Shave
I got out of school early on Friday because my retainer came in. Brett hadn’t been in school the whole week, and I was beginning to get worried about him. Not only had he not been in school, but his mom said he couldn’t take my calls. I was getting really worried about him.
Dr. Martin didn’t have to make any adjustments to my retainer. It fit perfectly, but it made me make a lot of spit when I’d wear it. I had to keep slurping and swallowing and I couldn’t talk right either, but Dr. Martin assured me this was a temporary issue and I’d get used to it. When I got home, I didn’t waste any time. It was the first day of spring and the snow was almost all melted from the storm we’d had. I told mom I was going out and quickly walked up over the hill to Brett’s house. I knocked on the back door for several minutes but there was no answer. I walked around to the front and rang the doorbell a few times. I was about to give up when I saw the school bus drop Brett off at the end of the street. I waited as he walked toward the house.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Might ask you the same question,” I replied, my speech slightly slurred by the retainer.
“Mom figured out I was playing hooky and made me go to school,” he said. He looked exhausted and ragged, as if he hadn’t slept or shaved in a week.
“I thought you were sick,” I said. “You look terrible by the way.”
“Oh thanks!” Brett smiled weakly. “I love you too. No, I got really sick Sunday night and by the time I got better I didn’t feel like going to school.”
“You could have told me you were feeling better. I’ve been worried about you.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just been a really bad week. I got into a huge fight with mom and I… Oh, never mind. I’m sorry I made you worry. I’m fine. It’s nothing.”
“Okay, now I’m really worried. Why are you so nervous?” I asked.
“I’m not… I mean… It’s okay, really. I just had a bad week and… Hey, you want to go inside or something?”
“No, I want to know what happened.”
“Nothing. It’s just…”
“Brett, tell me what’s wrong,” I insisted.
“I’m fine, dude.”
“Then why’d you get into a fight with your mom?” I asked.
“Oh it’s nothing… The stupid cunt forgot my birthday.”
“Oh no!” I replied. “Brett, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s no big deal.” He replied.
“Yes, it is! That is a really big deal, Brett!” I insisted.
“Whatever,” Brett laughed. “Nothing we can do about it now. She worked the whole fucking day Saturday. She said she had some stupid emergency. I had to get a ride to church. So anyway Sunday comes along and she can’t figure out why I’m pissed off at her. So things got bad and I kind of fucked up.”
“What did you do?” I asked nervously.
“I kind of broke my laptop,” Brett said.
“Kind of how?” I asked.
“I kind of threw it at her,” Brett replied. “So, she kind of grounded me. Like I said, I fucked up. I was too aggressive. I know better but I couldn’t help it. I should have sulked instead of snapped, but I was really mad this time. I haven’t thrown anything in a while. Anyway, that’s why I couldn’t talk to you on the phone because she grounded me of course. But then I really did get sick Sunday night. She didn’t believe me but then I started puking. So I milked that until this morning and then she drove me to school.”
“So did she ever remember your birthday?” I asked.
“Yeah, like yesterday morning she came in to my room all sorry-like. I knew as soon as I saw her that she’d finally remembered. So now she’s all like buying me a new laptop and wants to take me for my driver’s permit. She even un-grounded me. She knows she really fucked up this time. With a little work, I can probably get a new cell phone out of this.”
“So you got what you wanted,” I said.
“What I wanted was for my mom to acknowledge my goddamn birthday instead of fucking around with a bunch of freaks. I’m her son, not them. I’m so pissed off at her. I can’t believe she made me break my laptop. I had a lot of good shit on that thing.”
“Well, you could still get it back. Just take it to the store and have them transfer your hard drive.”
“No, Billy, you don’t understand. I can’t take it because I have a lot of, you know…”
“No, I don’t,” I said.
“What do you think I do with my computer, Billy?” Brett said.
“Ohhhh!” I said. “Yeah… Lots of porn on that thing, I’d reckon…”
“Yeah, so you can see my problem, then. I don’t particularly want my mom standing there in some computer shop when “Teen Twinks Take It Raw” loads up. I really don’t want to have to explain my choice of masturbation material to her in the middle of the computer shop.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I guess that would be pretty embarrassing. I’m surprised you can open the thing without it sticking together. I’d hate to think how much spooge you’ve squirted on that thing.”
“Oh, it’s a lot!” Brett replied. “I’m like a damn monkey. When you’ve got a nice dick like mine you have to work it out a lot, you know. Keep it in tip top condition… Anyway, you wanna go inside or what?”
“Sure, I’ve got a few minutes. We can catch you up on everything that’s you missed at school.”
“Or we could just fuck,” Brett replied, smiling.
“Or we can get you caught up on what you missed this week,” I replied more sternly.
“What I missed is you, babe,” Brett said. “Come on. Come inside. And then come inside me. It’s been almost a week since we did it.”
“I know, but…”
“I’ll even let you do me. Come on, I’m offering you free sex here! You like sex, don’t you, babe?”
I laughed. “You really are a little horn dog! Okay, what time will your mom be home?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Brett said. “Who cares I just want to get laid! Come on! You know you want it just as much as I do.”
“Well let’s go,” I replied. I mean, come on, I was a sixteen year old kid who hadn’t had sex in a week. Of course I was going to say yes to getting laid! We walked up the stairs to Brett’s room and he tossed his book bag on his computer chair. We didn’t bother to close the door. He showed me his busted laptop and then we laid next to each other on his bed. I groped him through his jeans while he fumbled with my belt.
“God dammit, Billy. You and your fucking left-handed upside-down belt buckling!” he laughed. Once he had loosened my belt, he freed my dick from my pants and stroked me while we kissed.
“Have I ever told you how awesome your dick is?” Brett asked.
“A few times,” I replied. “I can’t say I every get tired of hearing about it though.”
“Do you remember the first time you saw another guy’s dick?” he asked.
“You mean besides yours? I guess Dustin.”
“No, I mean an older guy. A real man’s dick, not another kid’s little dink. Like, you ever see your dad’s dick in the shower or something?”
“Ew, no,” I replied. “I’ve never even seen my dad without a shirt.”
“Really?” Brett said. “That’s so weird.”
“No it’s not. It’s normal.”
“Well it does explain a lot.”
“What does it explain?” I asked.
“It explains why it took so long for you to get comfortable being naked with me. I mean, I always knew you’re a prude, but I thought you would have seen your dad naked at least once.”
“Sorry to disappoint you. So, what about you?” I asked. “When’s the first time you saw a real dick?
“Well, I was in the bathroom in first grade at school.”
“I saw other boys in the bathroom too.”
“No, this was a priest. He was using the urinal next to me. And remember, I was a short kid, so it was like right there in front of me. I remember it being big and hairy. I always thought it was huge when I was a kid, but mine’s bigger now than his was then.”
“Why was a priest showing you his dick in the boys’ bathroom?”
“It wasn’t like he was flashing me. He was one of the teachers. It was a Catholic private school. Things are different there. They didn’t have fancy teachers’ bathrooms. He probably didn’t even realize I could see it and was staring at it. Or maybe he could, I don’t know. Like, I didn’t think they could get all big and hairy until I saw that one. That wasn’t the only one I ever saw or anything. My grandpap used to take me swimming and I saw more dicks in the showers than I could ever count.”
“You mean you saw your grandpap naked?”
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I have? It was a public shower. Everybody was naked.”
“Why’s that gross? It was a shower. I was naked too. I swear, not everyone is a prude like you.”
“I am not a prude. I get naked with you all the time. I’m laying here naked with you right now! You’ve been jerking me off this whole time!”
“Yeah, but I’m your boyfriend. You’re used to me. I’ll bet if you go into a public restroom and there’s someone in at the urinals you go into a stall to pee.”
“Shut up!” I blushed. Sure it was true, but still…
Brett just laughed. “I love you so much, Billy! You’ve got a great body. You shouldn’t be ashamed of it, you should be proud of it. And you have a great dick, too. It’s really nice. I’m not kidding. More people should be able to enjoy it.”
“Do you really want me to go around showing my penis to people?”
“Well, maybe not…”
“You just like my dick because I let you play with it.”
“Is that the only reason you like mine?” Brett asked.
“Well it’s not the only reason, but that is a factor. I mean, I’d like it anyway because it is a nice dick, but it’s attached to you, and that’s what I like best about it.”
“Awww… You know, beneath the sarcasm and prickly exterior you’re a really sweet guy.”
“Yeah, I’m as cuddly as a cactus,” I laughed.
“More like a pineapple. Prickly on the outside but sweet on the inside. That’s why I suck your dick, to draw the sweetness out of you.”
“And here I thought you were just trying to get me to cum.”
“That’s just the sweetness coming out of you.”
“Must be why my spooge tastes like Honey Nut Cheerios,” I suggested.
“Yep. And you know, you’re only prickly because you don’t want to get hurt.”
“I know,” I replied. “I hope you don’t think I’m a phony.”
“No, you’re prickly but you’re honest. You’re not deceptive, just a coward.”
“Gee, thanks,” I replied.
We gently worked ourselves around into a sixty-nine position so we could suck each other. I loved that we could show each other our love in such a gentle, physical way. Brett maneuvered himself on top of me and then leaned forward even more, working his head between my legs and spreading my legs so that he could lick my asshole. I allowed his dick to slip from my mouth. His balls were pulled up tight against his body. I worked my way forward so that I could lick Brett’s asshole while he was licking mine. Both of us moaned in an ecstasy of pleasure. The prude in me wondered how I’d gone so far in my relationship with him that I could be doing something so impossibly intimate with him. But the wild animal side of me just enjoyed the feelings of pleasure.
“I want to fuck you,” I insisted, almost demanded.
“You do?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I replied breathlessly. “I need to.”
“Cool,” he replied. Brett grabbed the lube from his dresser drawer and lathered up his hole and my dick.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I suggested.
“Okay. You really want it, don’t you?” Brett asked.
“Fuck yeah,” I replied. I knelt on my knees behind Brett and admired the view. We’d done it in just about every position imaginable, but this was still my favorite. I kneaded his soft meaty ass cheeks. I spanked his ass crack with my dick, making a heavy thud with my flesh.
“Put it in me,” Brett sighed. “I want you inside me.”
I slid my dick through his crack and then firmly into his entrance, so that I slid my dick all the way inside him.
“Oh fuck!” we said simultaneously.
“Jesus, that never gets old!” Brett sighed.
I withdrew my dick completely and then reentered him. Brett begged for more. I pulled completely out and then plunged back in about five times. Then I slowly worked my right leg up and then my left so that I was squatting behind him with my hands on the small of his back and my dick buried to the hilt inside him. Then I started to piledrive my dick in and out in a rapid rhythm. The sound of my hips slapping against his ass filled the room. It was fuckin’ hot!
“I’m gonna cum!” Brett groaned. “Oh God!! OH GOD!!!!!” He came, his load splattering on his bed.
“I’m coming too!” I cried. I buried my cock deep inside him and drained my balls.
Just as I was about to cry out in orgasmic bliss we both heard a terrifying sound.
“Brett, are you upstairs?” Brett’s mom called out.
“Jesus Christ! It’s my mom!” Brett cried out in a panicked whisper.
We both froze in terror and could hear her footsteps on the stairs. I mean, my dick was still pumping my load into him! We were so screwed! Brett looked at me in horror and whispered, “What do we do?”
“Close the damn door, quick!” I replied. Brett disengaged from my dick and sprung to his feet. He flew across the room and slammed the door way too hard. He looked at me with fear and panic in his eyes. Even in our terror I couldn’t help but notice that his dick was still drooling cum and my load was now leaking down the back of his legs. My dick was softening, but still slathered with lube and cum. It would be obvious to anyone who walked into that room that I’d fucked him. It even smelled like sex, a strong scent of lube, sweat, and teenage cum.
“Brett are you in there?” Dr. Reilly asked, her voice now immediately outside the bedroom door.
“Don’t come in here,” he replied.
“Why did you close the door?” she asked. “I thought I heard you talking to someone. Is everything okay?”
Brett looked at me in a panic. Our clothes were scattered all over the floor. There was no way we could ever get dressed without her knowing. We couldn’t even gather them up and hide if we wanted to because she was sure to hear us. Brett grimaced, closed his eyes, and swallowed hard. “I’m naked, mom! I’ll be out in a minute.”
“What are you doing in there?” she asked. “You’re not smoking pot in there again are you?”
“No mom!” he protested. “Jesus! Just give me a second!” He looked at me and I looked at him, both of us horrified out of our wits. We were so screwed. Brett closed his eyes and put his hand on the doorknob. I shook my head anxiously. He’d always said he didn’t care if she knew about us, but if he opened that door and she saw us like that we were fucked! It was one thing to find out your son was gay. It was quite another to find him with cum running down his legs from getting his ass fucked by the kid you’d welcomed into your home and treated like a second son for years.
“Are you feeling okay?” she asked.
“Mom, just go away!” he cried in desperation.
“What’s going on in there?” she asked. “Is something wrong? I thought I heard noises.”
“What is this twenty questions?” Brett replied.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“God, mom! I’m jacking off and watching porn, okay! Jesus, are you fucking happy now? Fuck! Is it a goddamn crime to masturbate? I’m naked in here for fuck’s sake! Do you want to fucking watch me play with my dick? Jesus Christ just leave me the fuck alone for like five fucking minutes so I can shoot my fucking load in peace! Fuck!”
An awkward silence followed. I stifled a snicker. Brett turned red with embarrassment. He closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief.
“Oh… Well… When you’re done… Come downstairs. I’ve got something for you.”
We heard her walk back down the stairs and we could finally exhale.
“What the fuck is with your mom always showing up when we’re trying to have sex?” I whispered as I grabbed my pants. I wiped off my dick with a nearby rag.
“I don’t know! It’s like she can tell when we’re getting laid,” he whispered back, tossing me my shirt. I tossed the rag to him and he cleaned himself up as best he could. “I’m so humiliated. I had to say something though.”
“Like she doesn’t know you masturbate. Everybody knows you masturbate. The fucking priest knows you masturbate! I’m just glad she said something. How long has she been here? Did she hear us making all that noise?”
“I don’t know!”
“How does she know about you smoking pot?”
“Jesus, Billy. You seriously are the only person who didn’t know I was a stoner.”
“Whatever. How the hell am I supposed to get out of here?”
“The window,” he suggested.
“From the second floor?” I asked.
“Fuck,” Brett replied. “Well, we could say we were jacking off together.”
“Somehow I don’t see that going very well. How about I sneak out while you distract your mom.”
Brett pulled up his pants and I watched his beautiful ass disappear. He still had some of my cum smeared on the back of his legs. He buckled his belt in the proper counter-clockwise fashion while I did mine ‘backwards.’ It was still totally obvious that we’d just had sex. Our faces were flushed red, we were still all sweaty, we smelled like splooge and lube, our hair was all messed up. Hell, Brett’s cum was still splattered all over his bedsheets. Still, we had to do something as we couldn’t stay in his room all day. “I’ll get her into the living room, you sneak down the back steps to the back door and knock. I’ll go get you.” He checked around the room to make sure everything was unsuspicious. He shook his head as he realized that was impossible, then he threw a blanket over the cum stained sheet on his bed. “Not the first time I’ve shot my load all over the bed because of you,” he said, smiling at me. “Okay, let’s do it.”
I waited in Brett’s room as he checked to make sure the coast was clear. Then he walked noisily down the main staircase while I slipped quietly down the rear stairs, not putting on my shoes until I was safely by the back door. I heard Brett’s mom apologize and Brett tell her it was no big deal as I waited for a few minutes so we wouldn’t look too suspicious. I listened to Brett and his mom chatting about the events of their week and how sorry they were about how they’d acted toward each other. Finally I knocked on the door and Brett came into the kitchen to get me. I opened and closed the door and smiled at Brett.
“Mom it’s Billy!” Brett shouted, smiling at me as our plan had seemed to work perfectly.
“How’s it going, dude?” I asked him.
“Cool. Come see what my mom bought me.”
I followed Brett into the living room and greeted Dr. Reilly. Brett showed off his brand new cell phone and the new lap top she’d bought for him. I asked him if I could have his old one, since there was no way I should have known it was broken. I’d thought about asking that while I was waiting to knock on the door. Brett said that it was broken and I suggested we take it to the store to get it fixed. Brett looked at me crossly.
“I think that’s a good idea, Brett,” Dr. Reilly said. “Maybe we could go to the shop tomorrow and get it working again. You didn’t break the screen or the keyboard.”
Oops! My plan had worked too well! I had to think of something really quick. “Oh that’s okay. I was just kidding.”
“No no!” Dr. Reilly insisted. “You’ve been such a good friend to Brett, Billy. No, you’re not just a friend, you’re family. I insist! Brett and I will take it to the shop tomorrow and fix it right up.”
Suddenly I thought of an idea. “What if Brett and I take it to Mike Evans on Sunday. I mean, we can’t go tomorrow because I’m going to work with my dad. But Mike might fix it for free for me. He owes me a favor.”
Brett scowled at me and grimaced when his mom wasn’t looking at him and threw his hands in the air as if to ask me what the hell I was thinking. But he quickly agreed that my idea sounded good. Dr. Reilly asked me to stay for dinner, so I did. Even though she had scared the hell out of us when she almost caught us, I really enjoyed spending my time with her and Brett. I was getting over the awkwardness of talking to her after I had just had my dick in her little boy. Dr. Reilly was an awful cook, but it’s not hard to get hot dogs and macaroni and cheese right. The conversation was the thing I enjoyed most when I hung out with them. I spent more of my time laughing than eating while we had dinner. Brett really got his sense of humor from his mom. She would tell us such ridiculous stories from her experiences dealing with crazy kids.
Time passed far too quickly, and it was going to be dark soon. Dr. Reilly offered to drive me home, and I would have accepted her offer but this time I declined. I couldn’t help but feel like she knew what had been going on when she called up the stairs. I don’t know why, but I just got the feeling that if she got me alone she’d squeeze it out of me. So instead, Brett offered to walk with me to the top of the hill.
“That was a close one, huh?” he laughed as we walked quickly through the woods.
“I’ll say. Hey, sorry about the computer thing. I didn’t think she’d actually let me have the darn thing.”
“That’s okay. I want you to have it. It’s funny how it all worked out. I can’t believe we almost got caught again!”
“She knows, Brett,” I said plainly. “She knows I was in your room and she knows what we were doing.”
“No she doesn’t,” Brett laughed.
“She’s not an idiot, Brett. She had to have heard us. I mean we weren’t exactly holding back on the noise. My hips were smacking off your ass like crazy and you were there yelling ‘Oh god! Oh god!’ We were all sweaty and we still smell like cum and lube.”
“Yeah, it was a really good fuck... Oh well, if she heard she heard. I don’t care. I’m sixteen. If she hasn’t figured out I’m your boyfriend by now then she’s stupid. I’ve done everything but flat out tell her I’m gay. I’m not exactly hiding it from her. It’s not like she cares. Fuck her. I can have sex with you if I want to.”
We reached the top of the hill, near the stump where Dustin and I had talked the night he broke down and bawled his eyes out. The ground was littered with cigarette butts. “Looks like Dustin’s been up here a lot lately,” I observed.
“Yeah,” Brett said. He shivered and put his hands in his pockets. “He’s gonna burn the forest down it he’s not careful. It’s cold. I should have dressed warmer,” he sighed and looked around at everything. “Hey, Billy…”
“What?” I asked.
“Oh… Never mind. It’s nothing. It’s just… Never mind. Hey, I’ll see you on Sunday, okay. I’ll meet you up here around two or so, is that cool?”
“Are you sure you’re alright?” I asked.
“I’m fine. I’m just… Nah, I’m sure it’s cool. Really. Two o’clock, okay?”
I looked at him suspiciously. “Okay,” I replied.
We kissed and then we went our separate ways. When I got home, I watched tv with my parents for a while and then we called it a day. I went to my room and wondered about Brett’s odd behavior through the day. There certainly seemed to be something on his mind, and I wondered what I could do to make it better. It seemed I wondered that a lot for my friends lately. It seemed as we were getting older our problems were getting more complicated.
Thanks for all the great comments from last time! I really appreciate the support for the story. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Now the dominoes will begin to fall. It's going to be quite a ride! Next chapter is coming on Friday.
Next time: The Hero of the Day
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