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Timothy’s Terrible Prompt Stories - 21. No prompt: Consensual protection
Nelson does a little exploring and talks with his parents before and after.
A Nelson POV chapter
I woke up after the best sleep I’d had in ages. No stressful dreams of unobtainable blond freshmen. I smiled at the thought of my sexy boyfriend and what we had done last night. Phone sex was another first for me, and making Eric come had pushed me over the edge too. Hearing him breathe my name as he descended from his ecstasy was wonderful and I couldn’t wait to have him do it as I swallowed his cock and his jizz.
My hand was already stroking my morning wood and a few minutes later I shot all over myself. I’d never been so horny before, but any thought of kissing or touching Eric sent my libido skyrocketing. Fortunately, he seemed to be the same way. Unfortunately, my parents had reminded me Eric was legally under the age of consent until his next birthday.
When I looked at them in horror, my evil dad simply said: “Be glad it’s sixteen in this state and not seventeen or older.”
Fuck. I may die of blue balls or have rubbed myself raw before my boyfriend’s birthday.
And how do I convince Eric to wait? He seems eager and determined to initiate intimacy. Will I be able to refuse him? Fuck no.
Technically we may have already broken the law with the way we touched and made out yesterday. Did phone sex count? Jerking off together? While kissing and hugging? What if he penetrated me but not the other way round? No, that would definitely be sex. Fuck.
But then I remembered my dad saying casually as I left the room, “Look up the exact rules, Nelson. I don’t want you to be in any doubt.” My mom had smiled at him as if he was being particularly clever. Hmm, I wonder…
I wiped myself with my discarded boxers and got out of bed. It was only eight-thirty and I dashed into the bathroom for a quick shower before getting dressed. I sat down by my computer and googled age of consent. I found a couple of relevant pages and started reading. A few minutes later I pumped my fist in a Yes! gesture and closed the browser. Good thing I wasn’t eighteen yet.
My stomach rumbled and I picked up my cell phone to check for any messages. Nothing so far, but I sent Eric a quick text before making my way downstairs for breakfast. I hoped he could persuade Rob to drive him over early. I missed my boyfriend.
My mom was sitting at the table with her coffee; she looked up when I entered. “You’re looking bright for a Sunday morning, honey.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Looking forward to going to the Mall with Jasper, Eric and his brother?”
“Yeah, should be fun.” I dug out my favorite cereal and filled a bowl, grabbed milk and OJ from the fridge and sat down.
“Be careful, and if there’s any trouble, call us.”
“Why should there be trouble?” I pretended to be focused on pouring milk over my muesli.
“Nelson…” my mom said in her don’t-think-you’re-fooling-me voice.
“Fine, we’ll avoid being obvious or provocative. But I’m going to hold the hand of my boyfriend and give him a quick kiss if I want to.” I was adamant about that.
“Of course, honey. I just meant be aware of your environment and think ahead. I’m glad you have Jasper with you, and I have the feeling Eric’s brother is observant and … what is the current expression? … streetwise? Plus apparently quite protective of his younger brother.”
“Who does not appreciate or accept being fussed about or overtly protected,” I told her and laughed.
“I’m sure you can be subtle about it, Nelson,” my mom smiled.
“Let’s hope it won’t be necessary. We’re just four guys hanging out in the Mall and watching a movie. I’ve done this with Jazz plenty of times.”
“Better safe than sorry. Or like Dad would say: ‘Be Prepared’ … which reminds me,” my mom began. I rushed to interrupt.
“Please don’t, Mom!” I felt my face get hot. “I’m almost eighteen, and I know what to do, if and when…” I let my voice trail off, hoping she would drop the subject. She did, almost.
“Good; I take it you took Dad’s advice and looked up the rules?” A small smirk played on her lips.
“Mmm-hmm,” I mumbled around a mouthful of cereal.
“But remember, consensual is the key word,” she pressed on.
“Yes, yes, I’ll be sure to remind Eric of that, next time he pushes me for more than kissing.” And next time he has me pinned on the bed, I added in my head.
A short silence, then my mom started to laugh. I finished my breakfast and got up to rinse my bowl. When I turned to look at Mom, she was wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.
“I guess I deserved that for making assumptions, Nelson. OK, I’ll stop pestering you and trust my sensible boy to take care of his eager boyfriend.” She tried to keep a straight face but broke down in giggles. I rolled my eyes and escaped, almost regretting I had asked Eric to come over early. I hoped my parents wouldn’t embarrass him or me too much.
As I came to the stairs, my phone dinged in my pocket. I dug it out and checked the text from Eric.
“I’m out the door. Will buy donuts on the way to counter Mr. Grumpy snarls from Rob and Jaz.”
I grinned and turned around to walk back down the hall, out the front door and over to Jasper’s house. His youngest sister opened the door.
“Hi Nelson. Jazz is still asleep.”
“OK, I’ll wake him up, Ann.”
“Uh-oh. It was nice knowing you, Nelson.” She giggled and gave me a quick hug, before retreating to the living room where I could hear the TV blaring out some girly teen program.
I went upstairs and knocked on my best friend’s bedroom door. I hesitated a few seconds before knocking again and entering, just in case Carolyn had managed to sneak home with Jazz and stayed the night. But he was alone and fast asleep. I looked at the almost empty bottle of water next to his bed and contemplated waking Jasper up with a small face bath. But I wasn’t completely suicidal.
“Hey, Jazz. Wake up, buddy. Rise and shine.” A grunt and a snore were the only reactions. I decided to try shaking his shoulder gently.
“Jazz, wake up.” No reaction.
“Jasper, Carolyn is on the phone.” I shook his shoulder hard.
“Grmph, wha… what, comin…, fuck, mrff, hey what the fuck, Nel?!” Jasper finally got his eyes open and gave me a bleary look.
“Good morning, Jazz. Sorry to wake you up, but Eric and Rob are on their way. They’re bringing donuts, so get your lazy ass out of bed.”
Jasper glanced at the clock. “Nine-fifteen! Fuck off, Nel.” He tried to pull his sheet over his head, but I grabbed the other end and yanked it down, exposing the upper part of his body. He took one of his pillows and hurled it at me; I caught it and threw it back, hitting him in the face.
I was halfway to the door when Jazz managed to untangle himself and jump out of bed. His pillow hit my back and he shouted angrily, “Come back here, you moron, and I’ll tie your hair in knots.” I looked back to give him a quick wave and noticed the distinctive morning tent in his boxers. Carolyn could have no complaint about her boyfriend’s equipment!
Closing the door behind me, I held on to the handle in case Jasper tried to chase me down. I heard him swear, which turned to grumbling and there were sounds of drawers being opened and slammed. Once I was sure he was getting ready to take a shower and get dressed, I went back home. Hopefully, the donuts and my boyfriend would arrive before my irate neighbor did.
To Team Rob: the next chapters will have lots of Rob action.
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