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Lives and Trials of Jupiter - 10. Chapter 10

Lives and Trials of Jupiter Chapter-10




I get to pick up my car today. I am so excited. I woke up this morning and the first thing I did was call the store that is installing all my crap and add Derrek's to the list of cars getting worked on. I had them add the auto start and alarm to the bill, confirmed everything, then hung up. I went over to Derrek's room and knocked; there was no answer. Maybe he's still asleep or he may have got up already. “CLAIR where is Derrek?”

“Derrek is currently in his shower.”

“CLAIR, page and open an intercom channel with Derrek.”

“Hello, Alex? Is that you?”

“Yeah, I wanted to know if you had anything planned for today.”

“Wow, this is really freaky. As for what I'm doing, I have no clue yet.”

“Well, I wanted to go chill in the pool. I can't really swim yet cause of the broken ribs, but I have been dying to get back in the water. Would you like to join me?”

“Sure. When are you heading down there?”

“After breakfast. Meet me down at the kitchen table. Bring whatever you want to swim in.”

I head down to the kitchen and wait for him. We eat, and head down to the pool and go to the changing room. When he takes off his shirt I see that he has a swimmers build, lots of muscle, and for the most part, hairless. He takes off his pants and I see he has a black skintight Speedo under his pants. He is wearing the new LZR Trainer Bonded Splice Brief to swim in, and it does not leave much to the imagination - he looks huge. I try to swim but quickly realize all I can do is float. I get frustrated and switch to the hot tub while Derrek does laps. We kill a few hours, then head back upstairs. Not being able to swim really killed my good mood. At this rate, the season will be over before I get back in the pool. Derrek seems to pick up on my mood and tries to cheer me up by talking about my car. It works. I'm soon going on about my car. I head to my room to take a shower and even though he just took one, he goes and takes another one to get rid of the pool smell.

After we're both clean again, we go down to the game room and play on the Xbox 360 and Playstation ‘til lunch. Then we head to the kitchen and join dad and Liam for lunch. I find out that Liam is going with us, and that is how Mark got to go along. I also find out the driving arrangements. My dad will be driving back with Angela, Derrek will be by himself and I will be driving back with Anthony. I wish I could drive back with Mark. I can't wait ‘til my birthday. When school lets out, Liam goes over to get Mark and bring him back to the house. When the twins, Mark, and Liam get to the house, we start out for the dealership. Dad, Liam, and Dad's assistant, Krista Whitmore, drive with the guards. The rest of us go with John. When we get to the dealer, we all go in and the manager takes us to our cars. This dealer handles all makes of cars, so we were able to get all 3 at the same place rather than having to find a Nissan dealer for Angela's. When we eventually come to where our cars are, I see 4 of them there. There is my Dodge Circuit EV, Angela's Nissan Leaf, and Derrek's Jeep Wrangler Unlimited EV, but there is one more car there - a Jeep Patriot EV. I can't figure out who that one is for. All I can figure out is that dad decided to get another car. Then the dealer hands us our keys. When he hands Mark a set, my jaw drops open. He just turns to stare at my dad and his uncle probably wondering who just got him a car.

“What is this for?” Mark asks.

My dad being a smart ass says. “I may be wrong, but I think it is to start the Jeep Patriot EV.”

Mark just keeps looking at him in shock. Then says, “I understand that, what I mean is why did he give me the keys.”

“Oh well that's simple. I bought it for you. With your uncle’s permission - I did not bother to ask your mother.”

“But - you- I- you but, you can't. It's too much.”

I lean into Mark and tell him, “Babe, just let it go. Dad does and gives what he wants; there is no talking him out of it, so just enjoy it.” Then I give him a kiss on the cheek and hop in my car. I love it; it looks even better in real life than it did in the pictures. I think this has to be the best looking car ever. Normally, I'm not big on metallic orange but on this car it looks sexy. The interior is dark gray with orange trim; I can't wait to make it glow. I get back out, and we all go back inside to fill out the paper work. When we go to pay for it, they won’t take the credit card. Something about a $5,000 limit they have for their credit card reader. They try to get dad to do a loan, big surprise there. He waves his assistant forward who enters some information into a hand held device and takes out a portable printer, printing a check for the full amount. She hands it to the dealer, who looks shocked that someone would pay cash for the full amount.

“I would rather have earned the reward points, but they don't matter that much. I assume you need to call the bank to verify funds?” My dad says. The dealer does not respond, but just nods his head and goes off to call the bank. He is back in a few minutes.

“Everything is set. They did not even think twice about authorizing it, once I gave them your name and account number. I have never seen someone pay cash for 4 high priced cars at once. The bank representative started laughing at me when I said who you are, and that I was calling for authorization. She then told me that if you ever wrote a check here again not to bother calling just cash it. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“No, that should do it.”

We all get in our new cars with our adult drivers next to us, except Derrek because he does not need an adult driver. We head back to the house and chill ‘til dinner. The ride home was amazing; the car drives like a dream with the same horsepower as a Mustang, but half the weight. The car really can pick up and go. The quarter-mile time is 13 seconds, 1 second less than the Dodge Viper and only 2 seconds slower on the 0-60 at just under 5 sec. I was in heaven. I'm sure I broke a few speeding laws, too. The car can go above 120 mph; I wanted to see how far above I could get. Once I hit 125mph, Anthony made me slow down. When we got home my dad shook his head at me.

“Alex, save the triple digit driving for the track. If you had been pulled over, you would have lost your license.”

When he was finished lecturing me on my speeding, he showed us how to plug in the cars, and which spots were whose. Each company uses a different way to charge their car. Mine and Derrek's are the same, so is Marks, but John and Angela’s have different chargers. I'm still excited from the ride home. I can't wait to have it finished and take it to school. I tell my dad I'm not taking it to school ‘til it is finished, so I will be riding with Angela all week. He seems fine with that.

We eat dinner; Mark and I go up stairs for some alone time. Neither of us seems to be in the mood for sex. We just lay there holding each other. As I'm lying there with him in my arms, I kiss the top of his head. “I love you Mark.” He looks up and kisses me.

“I love you too, Alex.” Then he kisses me again and snuggles closer. My heart nearly explodes with joy. This is the first time we have said outright ‘I love you' to each other. Somehow knowing that I have possibly the hottest guy in the world next to me in my arms, and knowing that he loves me, makes me want to burst. I tip his head up again and kiss him. This time it is longer, and has more passion in it. Things are heating up fast. So much for neither of us being in the mood, I attack him, swinging myself on top of him. I force my lips to his and start undoing his belt. I fumble with it for a bit, but get it undone and off him. Then I remember what my dad said.

“CLAIR, music; make it loud, activate privacy and DND.” Thunder by Boys Like Girls starts blaring in my room. I find that kind of ironic, then I go back to attacking Mark.

“You're so hot. I can't take it anymore I need you now.” With that I rip his shirt off. I'll buy him a new one later. I strip him totally and dive on his throbbing cock. He pulls me up and starts taking off my clothes and kissing me. Once I'm undressed, he swings around into a 69 and starts sucking on me, too. Somewhere in the back of my mind I am aware that the song changed. It sounds like Offspring. I move down and start sucking on his balls, as he does the same to me. I suck each of his orbs in to my mouth, worshiping each one with my tongue. I am highly grateful at this moment that we both are neat and trimmed. We are both leaking precum by the gallon now. Moaning constantly at the same time, we both go back to sucking on the others cock. I hear the song change to Rise Against. The intense moaning intensifies the experience. The music in the background fades completely out of conscious thought. We're sucking hard and fast now. If I did not have a cock in my mouth I would probably be screaming right about now. With a groan I start firing off buckets of cum, he's not far behind. Once our orgasms are over, he flips back around and we start kissing again. It feels like he is trying to scoop the cum back out of my stomach with his tongue. I can still taste myself on his lips and in his mouth. He rolls over panting like me.

“What the hell caused that? Not that I'm complaining mind you, but damn dude, you attacked me like an animal in heat. What set that off?”

“I don't know. When you said you loved me, it made me have to have you; I had to be with you.”

“Well if telling you I love you is all it takes to get laid, then I'll say it more often.” I can tell he's joking, but I back hand his chest anyway. He snuggles into my side and whispers that he loves me into my ear. I tell CLAIR to kill the music and set my alarm for school, then turn off the privacy and DND. Then with Mark snuggled into my side, we fall asleep.


As I'm lying in my new bed in my new house, I start thinking about the day. I still can't believe everything that has happened to me these last few days. Three days ago I was on the street thinking that I was going to die. I had been kicked out of my house after my father beat and raped me, telling me that if I wanted to be a fag, I was going to get treated like one. After a month of living out of garbage cans and under bridges, I end up with a social worker who brings me here. In one day of living here, I have felt more love from my new family and have been treated better, than I was the last 16 years by my parents. They have been loving and way too generous. I mean hell, Isaac bought me a car today. I have known him for less than 48 hours, and he buys me a car. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve them. Seeing how everyone treats each other here, it is easy to see there is a lot of love in this house. The whole family is adopted, but it does not seem to matter to them. They love each other regardless. It makes me see what my life could have been if my parents did not treat me like a mistake. My only regret is that I will never see my little 8 year old brother James again. I have not told anyone about him yet. I'm not even sure Nancy knows about him yet. I start to sob and cry myself to sleep. They are tears of happiness, regret, pain and sorrow, all rolled into one.

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I don´t like the way Isaac keeps buying everything for the kids and why do they all need brand new cars. 14 yo should be cycling around not driving a car.

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Although entertaining, these people stress out over having the values to drive electric cars but have a private army follow then around in hummers and live in a house the size of a Marriott. It's sort of like AL Gore with his private jets and has guzzling yacht. 

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