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When You Least Expect By Josh Blake
Chapter 4
I managed to get a few hours of sleep after Braden's early morning text messages letting me know that he was okay. My fatigue finally overcame my thoughts, and the next thing I knew, the sun was shining in through the windows. I looked at the clock. 8:43. I better go ahead and get up. I walked to the bathroom to try to piss, but I had started thinking about Braden, and my hard cock wasn't going to let that happen.
"Fuck it," I thought to myself. "I'll just piss in the shower." Some people would say that's disgusting, but I don't see the problem with it. It all goes down the same pipes to the same place, so who gives a fuck?
I showered, brushed my teeth, and shaved. Since I wasn't planning on going anywhere today, I settled on a pair of blue running shorts and a Benton State University shirt. After getting dressed, I moved on to the kitchen for a light snack. I have never been one for a full breakfast on most occasions, so a pack of peanut butter crackers and a glass of orange juice would do just fine. After finishing those, I decided it would be a good idea to brush my teeth again. I wanted to be fresh for Braden. I put on some deodorant and sprayed a little cologne, then headed back to the bedroom. I decided to make the bed look a little more presentable by straightening the sheets and fluffing the pillows. Just as I was fluffing the last pillow, the doorbell rang.
A glance at the thermostat on my way down the hall told me the outside temperature was already 84 degrees. It was going to be another hot day for early May. I opened the door to find a very sweaty Braden on my porch, grinning from ear to ear. Damn, he looked sexy with his hair matted to his forehead and a little sweat stuck to the hair around his nipples. He was not wearing a shirt, and had picked a great pair of emerald green running shorts.
"Good Morning, Josh! It's going to be another hot day it looks like!" Braden turned around, and I looked past him to see my nosy neighbor Margie out on the street with her dog, Princess.
"Yes ma'am, it sure is. You better get inside where it's cool," I said back to her.
"Oh, I'm fine. Princess and I just came out to do our business, didn't we honey...we better hurry up before we miss the Showcase Showdown! That Drew Carey is something else! Who's your friend there, Josh?" "This is Braden, Margie. He's a friend that lives a couple streets over. He's been helping me with some projects around the house," I said. Braden looked at me and smirked.
"Oh, that's nice. Do you work on plumbing, dear? My grandson is supposed to work on my kitchen faucet, but he hasn't made it over yet."
"Actually, Margie, Braden is about to take a look at a pipe in my house. I'll let you know how it goes. Bye bye!"
"Bye bye, Josh!" "Wait, Josh..."
Her last words feel on deaf ears as I had pulled Braden inside and shut the door as if we didn't hear her. Braden could no longer control his laughter as I pulled him in for a kiss.
"I can't believe you lied to that poor lady. She seems so sweet!"
"She is very sweet. She also has the biggest mouth on Susanna Lane. By this afternoon, all of my neighbors will know about you. Besides, I didn't lie. You did come her to look at a pipe, didn't you," I asked coyly.
"Among other things," Braden said as his lips drew nearer to mine once again.
As our lips met, my entire body was overcome with a sense of passion and desire. This is what I had been waiting for my entire life. This is what people talk about when they talk about falling head over heels in love with someone. I decided right then and there that I was going to marry this boy, come hell or high water. But I couldn't tell him that yet. He might not feel the same way, and then I'd lose him. I'd have to take this slow, but I was willing to do it. I had to make this work.
Braden's tongue danced with mine as we continued to make out. I also became very aware of his hard cock tenting out his shorts and pressing into me. Mine was doing the same to him. I reached down and grabbed his cloth-covered cock.
"I think we better move this to the bedroom," I said.
"Let's go then, daddy," Braden said.
"Now hold on just a minute. I am not old enough to be your daddy."
He laughed as we walked hand in hand to the bedroom. "I know that. I just like calling you that."
"Hmmm. I'm not sure I like being called daddy. But we'll see how it goes."
I pushed him back on the bed, and crawled on top of him, continuing to kiss him. His arms went back over his head, causing his armpits to be exposed. Suddenly, I was acutely aware of his body odor. His pits were ripe today. I'm guessing he skipped deodorant before his run this morning.
"Fuck, I smell myself," he said suddenly. "I didn't put on deodorant because I know you like my stink, but damn. I'm not sure I can handle this. Do you care if I go shower?" "Absolutely not. You really do stink today," I laughed. But I told you that I was into natural body smells, so I'm just going to enjoy it." As I finished the last few words, my face was already moving into his left pit. It stunk. The musty, teenage boy smell was overpowering. I'm guessing he hadn't showered since yesterday morning. Something about the stench turned me on, and I was suddenly overpowered by a desire to inhale as much of his scent as possible. It was turning me on big time.
I cleaned his left pit with my tongue, then moved on to the right one. By the time I was finished, there was hardly any of his funk left.
"I never thought getting my pits licked would turn me on so much," Braden moaned. "Everything you do just turns me on."
"Well, then I know something else that needs some attention," I said.
I stood up, grabbed the waistband of his shorts, and pulled both his shorts and his sweaty boxer briefs down and off his hairy legs in one motion. As I moved my face toward his hairy groin, I was hit with a very strong scent from there as well. I skinned back the foreskin on his pretty cock, and buried it down my throat. I was starving for cock, and this boy was going to feed me.
"Fuck!" he yelled. "I wasn't expecting that so soon!" Oh my Gosh! This feels amazing!"
I continued to suck his cock for several minutes. He was pouring precum, and I was swallowing it all. Occasionally I'd lick his balls, which drove him insane. This boy loved to have his balls licked, and I was happy to oblige. Getting so close to his taint put me close to the next object of my desire. So close, in fact, that I could smell it.
"Raise your legs, baby. You know what I want now."
I didn't have to tell him twice. He pulled his knees back almost to his ears and hooked his arms around the back of his knees to hold them back, putting his hairy bottom on full display. This perfectly spread his cheeks, giving me a clear view of his pink pucker, surrounded by hair.
"Eat it, daddy. Eat my butthole."
"You don't have to tell me twice, baby."
I leaned in and took a whiff. God have mercy. They should bottle this smell and use it as an aphrodisiac. Now granted, most people would find this disgusting. I don't even know how to really describe the smell of Braden's butthole. This is the problem I have with most gay porn. Gay porn actors eat ass, and the scenes are usually hot. But those actors have spent hours getting their buttholes squeaky clean and ready for a tongue. They probably don't eat for two days just so they won't have any surprises. But that's just not realistic. Buttholes smell. And boy did Braden's smell. It's not a smell of shit or farts. I've smelled guys that do smell like that, and it's a turn off. It's a different smell. It's a musky, slightly sweaty, tangy smell. The best way I can describe it is boy. It smells like a boy. And that is a smell I can't get enough of.
I buried my face in Braden's ass. My tongue was teasing his hole, and he was going wild. I backed off just a little, and used more of my tongue around the hole, up and down his crack, to his balls, and back down again.
"Damn, I love the way you do that. Will you finger me?"
"Of course I will!"
I reached into my nightstand drawer and pulled out a tube of Astroglide and a hand towel. I lubed up his hole and my index finger, and slowly pushed in.
"Oh man. That feels good already!" Braden cried out.
I continued to push my finger up inside him, not meeting any resistance. I also noted that he felt clean inside. For the record, I wouldn't have been upset if he wasn't. I've done a little scat play with guys before. It's not something I do all the time, but I've been known to experiment a little. Knowing that there were no obstacles in my way, I began to massage his prostate in a beckoning motion. This really got him excited.
"Uh uh uh uh..." Braden was moaning as I pulled my finger back and then pushed it inside again. I continued a fucking motion with my index finger. He was now pouring precum all over himself, and his eyes were practically rolling back in his head. He was so into what I was doing that he didn't even notice when I added a second, then a third finger.
"Fuck, dude. Do you know how many fingers I have inside you now?"
"I don't know...two? I just know it feels amazing."
"You have three fingers inside you now. Your hole is really gaping. I can practically see inside you."
"Fuck man. It feels so good. So, ummm, do you want to, ummm, maybe like..."
"What is it, baby? Just say it."
"Well, I want to know what it feels like to get fucked."
"Wait, so you've never been fucked before?" Holy shit. A virgin. Do you know how long it's been since I've had a virgin?
"No, I've never really done anything with guys before. You are my first."
"Well, then let's get this show on the road. I'll go slow. Do you want me to wear a condom?" I really hoped he'd let me bare fuck him. It feels so much better.
"Are you clean," he asked. "I know I am, since I haven't done anything with any other guys."
"Yeah, I'm clean. I get tested regularly," I said.
"Then let's do it without it. I want to feel your cock inside me with nothing between us."
I quickly dropped my shorts and underwear, which by now were soaked with my precum. I have an average sized cock. It's around 6 inches. Maybe 6.5 on a good day. It gets the job done. Braden pulled his legs back again, exposing his hairy pucker to me again. I lubed up my cock, added some more lube on his hole, then wiped my hands on the towel.
"Okay, here's how this is going to work," I said. "You are pretty open from my fingering you, but you have to relax. If you tense up, it's going to hurt. You know how in porn they always make it look magical? It's not always like that. It'll start to feel better if you relax, but a lot of times it hurts to start with."
"If I tell you to stop, you will, right?" There was some fear in his voice.
"Yes, baby. If you tell me to stop I will pull out and that will be it. I will never force you to do anything. So, when I start to push in, your reflex is going to be to clamp down to keep me from getting in. That's what makes it hurt. I want you to relax and push out like you are taking a shit. That will open up your hole and let me slide in."
"Okay. I think I'm ready. I want this so bad."
"Me too, baby. Alright. I'm going to start pushing in."
Braden took it like a champ. As the head of my cock entered his back door, he clamped down hard on it, just like almost everyone does during their first time. I just stopped and gave him time to get used to it.
"Bare down like you are using the bathroom, baby," I said to him, reassuringly.
That seemed to help, as the next thing I knew I was slowly sliding inside him. Being inside Braden felt better than I could have ever imagined. It's like his ass was made for my cock. I fucked him slowly at first, then gained a little more speed as he adjusted to it. It wasn't long before he really got into it.
"Fuck me harder, daddy! Give me your cock!"
We were both sweating profusely, despite the air conditioner and the ceiling fan running.
"Let's try something else," I said, pulling out of Braden's hole. "I want you to ride me."
I lay down on the bed on my back, and helped Braden guide his asshole down onto my cock. As he sat on it, his eyes nearly rolled back in his head in pleasure. It wasn't long before he found his rhythm and really rode my cock. This position also allowed me to hold his cock and jerk him off in rhythm to his fucking himself on my cock.
"Baby, I'm not going to last much longer. Where do you want me to cum?" I asked.
"I want it inside me, daddy. Cum in my ass. I'm not going to last much longer either. I'm so close."
I could feel Braden's asshole starting to clamp down on my cock. I jerked his cock harder and faster. Suddenly, Braden yelled out and started shooting ropes and ropes of cum onto me. As his orgasm started, the pressure his ass placed on my cock started my orgasm as well. I shot a huge load up inside his now well-used bottom.
"Oh my God. That was amazing," Braden said as he sat down on my cock. My erection was going down, but I was still inside him.
"There's something I want to do," I said. "Get off my cock, then come squat over my face. I want you to push my cum out of your ass and into my mouth."
"Oh man that sounds nasty. But it sounds hot as fuck. Okay. Let's do this," Braden said.
He slowly pulled off of my now softening cock, turned around, then squatted directly over my face. My nose was in his crack. I could once again smell some of his funk. His hole was red and puffy.
"So what do I do now? Do I just let it go in your mouth?"
"Yeah. Just push out like you are taking a shit. It'll come out."
I saw his asshole start to flare out has he bore down. Suddenly, globs of my cum started dripping out. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to catch it. I enjoy eating my own cum, and this tasted even better mixed with Braden's ass juices.
The position he was in put him in perfect alignment with my softening cock. While Braden was mostly clean inside, my cock smelled of his ass. Braden surprised me by taking my cock in his mouth and cleaning it off.
"That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," he said. "I saw a guy do that in a porn video I watched one time, and I always said when I got fucked I'd lick his cock clean. So I did."
"That was really hot, man. Thanks for letting me be your first," I said, kissing him softly on the lips. We were now just lying together, our arms around each other, basking in the afterglow of our fun. At some point, we both must have fallen asleep in each other's arms. I woke up a little while later. I glanced at the clock. 1:25. We hadn't been asleep that long. Maybe an hour at the most. I looked at Braden, still asleep and snoring lightly. He was beautiful. How did I get this lucky? Suddenly his eyes opened, and he smiled at me.
"Hi," he said, smiling.
"Hi," I said in return.
"What are you doing?" He asked, innocently
"Just looking at one of the most beautiful creatures God has ever created," I said, looking him in the eye.
"Josh, I have to tell you something. But I don't know how."
"Braden, I know we just met, but you can tell me anything. I know this is going fast, but you can tell me anything. Honest."
"It's just that, I know I'm only 19, almost 20, and most people say I'm too young to know what I want and that I don't really know what I feel, but they're wrong. I know what I feel. Josh, I love you. I am in love with you. I know I'm not close to your age and you probably don't want some kid. You probably just want me for sex, but you just have to understand that I'm mature for my age. I always have been. My mom always said..."
I silenced him by kissing him hard on the mouth. He joined in the kiss and our tongues danced together in our mouths. I don't know how long we made out, but I finally came up for air.
"Baby, I love you too. I've loved you since that first day that you came up in the driveway while I was washing my truck. I felt something the first time we kissed. I am in love with you too."
"This is awesome! So does this make us boyfriends?" Braden was really excited.
"Now, just hold on. We have to talk about some things. First off, I'm a high school vice principal. There are people that wouldn't like it too much if they knew I was gay. It could cause some real problems for me. And secondly, you are a couple years away from becoming a teacher. If people know you're gay, it could make it really hard for you to get a job. Then there is my family to deal with. Baby, I love you, but we have to take this slow."
"I hadn't thought about all of that. I want to be a teacher, but I want to be who I am and be with the man I love!"
"I know you do, Braden. And we will be. We just have to take it slow and be smart about who knows about us. I have tenure, so they would have to fight pretty hard to get rid of me, but they could make my life hell if they wanted to. But you have to be careful until you get a job and until you have earned tenure, too."
"I know you're right, I just don't like it. I want to tell everyone in the world that I've met the man of my dreams!"
I laughed a little. "Sweetheart, we haven't even spent much time together. What if you end up hating me after we've been together more?"
"Josh, when I showed up on your doorstep yesterday, in the rain, you could have just closed the door and went back to what you were doing. But no. You took me in, held me, you let me cry, you fed me, then you let me talk. And you listened. Then my mom and brother showed up, and you were so nice to them, and all you cared about was me being okay. I don't know about you, but I call that love."
We kissed again, then we heard the vibration from his phone on the nightstand.
"It's my mom. I better answer it."
"Hey mom. Yeah, I'm fine. I'm at Josh's house. We've just been talking. Yeah, I was about to leave in a few minutes. I'll see you soon. I'll tell him. I love you too." "My mom said to tell you hello and thanks again for last night. She wants me to come home so we can all have a family meeting. I know what this is about. Dad has sobered up good and now we are all going to talk about what it means to have a gay son."
"Braden, your family obviously cares a lot about you. Your brother stood up for you when your dad was drunk and tried to hit you, and your mom obviously loves you. Don't take having a family like that for granted."
"I'm not," he said, standing up and putting his underwear back on. "Have you seen my shorts?"
"Here," I started to hand them to him, then grabbed them back and held them to my face and breathed in his scent.
"Eww gross. Those have to smell like ass! Sweaty ass!" Braden feigned disgust.
"My point exactly, my dear!" I handed him back the shorts, and he slid them up his firm, hairy legs and over his gorgeous bubble butt.
"I'll text you later," he said. "I love you."
"I love you, too." We kissed as we walked to the door.
I opened the door, and there was Margie standing in her yard with the other across the street neighbor, Tammy.
"Hey, Josh! Did you get that pipe taken care of?" I had to nudge Braden to make him stop snickering.
"Hey, Margie. Yep, Braden took care of that pipe really well. It's not leaking anymore." I said.
"Well, young man, you can come to my house next! I have lots of work you can do!"
"Yes ma'am. I'll have to do that sometime. You ladies have a good day. Bye, Josh!"
With that, Braden, ran down the street and around the corner. I watched until he was out of sight.
"Oh, my pound cake is in the oven and I forgot about it! Princess, come on, let's go!" Margie scampered off into the house, Princess in tow.
I walked out to check my mail, and Tammy met me at the edge of the street. Tammy was a widow who moved in about a year ago. While she was older than me, she was a young widow at 53 years old. I had taken a liking to her immediately, and she to me.
"That one's a little young for you, isn't he Josh?"
I was caught off guard by Tammy's statement. I had never discussed my sexuality with her before, so her boldness surprised me.
"You mean Braden? No, he was just..."
"Save it, Josh. Honey, you may be able to fool poor old Margie with that `handyman' bullshit, but I'm too smart for that. Josh, I knew you were gay the minute I met you. Most people wouldn't notice, but I have a gay brother. I've known the signs for years. You hide it well, so don't worry. But you swish a little now and then, and you have certain mannerisms. But you know what, it's okay. I'm in your corner, darling. Plus, I've seen those late night visitors you get sometimes. Who has company at 2 in the morning? But like I said, it's really none of my business, and I like you. You do you, honey. You do you."
"Tammy, I...I don't know what to say," I stuttered. "I didn't know it was that obvious."
"It's not to most people, but I know the signs, like I said. My brother came out when he was 25. He met a girl, married her, knocked her up, then couldn't take it anymore and came out. Funny thing was she ended up going both ways. Yep. She liked the cat and the kitty. I couldn't make this shit up if I wanted to. They stayed in the same house and raised those two kids until they went off to college. Some of the best parents I ever saw. Probably because both of them got to go get what they wanted when they wanted it. Phil finally met a man he fell in love with, and Gloria ended up meeting another man too. They parted ways, but they are still friends."
"That's amazing, Tammy. But I need to ask you...can you keep this between us?"
"Honey, it ain't none of my business. Just know if you ever need to talk about it, I'm here. Alright?"
"Thanks, Tammy. You're something else, you know that?"
"Well, I've been told that before! The girls down at the hospital say I'm like the momma most of them never had because I know so much about everything. So, this one right here. What's his name?"
"Braden. His name is Braden. Tammy, he's not like anyone I've ever met. But the only thing his he's young. Not too young, now. He's 19."
"Well, that's good. I was a little worried about how young he looked. Cause I know one thing Josh, you don't look good in orange," she cackled.
"No, I most certainly do not, and I have no intentions of having to wear orange! There's something about him, Tammy. I...I think I'm in love. He said he feels the same way. Can that even be possible? There's 13 years between us."
"Josh, my late husband Melvin would have been 70 this year. I'm 53. That's 17 years difference. My daddy had a fit when I met Melvin. I was only 18. He was 35. But both of us just knew. I loved him, and he loved me. I promised my daddy that I would finish nursing school before we got married, and I did. We got married when I was 21 and he was 38. He was a good man. I think I told you he was in the military. Retired by the time we met. He worked as a sheriff's deputy until the cancer got too bad. Lung cancer. He liked his Marlboros. But anyway, I'm rambling again. My point is that love doesn't know an age. Love has a way of finding people and putting them together when you least expect. Don't let age stop you, Josh. If you love him, don't let him get away."
"Thank you, Tammy. You don't know how much I needed to hear that."
"You got it, Josh. Anytime. Alright, it's time for Family Feud. I don't want to miss Steve Harvey."
"Have a good evening, Tammy," I said as I walked back to the house. I practically skipped inside. I felt more alive than I'd felt in years!
I decided to turn on Family Feud myself. Steve Harvey always cracked me up. After catching up on some work and answering a few emails, I decided to treat myself to a steak on the grill. After grilling, eating, and cleaning up, I was relaxing in the den when the doorbell rang. It was almost 7:30, so I wasn't expecting company.
"Bonnie, what can I do for you?" I was surprised to see Braden's mother at my door.
"Hello, Josh. May I come in? It's about Braden."
"Yes, of course! Is he okay? Come in, let's go to the den. Can I get you a drink?"
"Braden is fine. I'd say he's more than fine. And no thanks on that drink, but I would love a bottle of water, if you have one."
I grabbed the water, walked her to the den, and asked her to sit down.
"So what can I do for you, Bonnie?"
"Josh, I'm going to get right to the point. This week has thrown me for a loop. You hear most parents of gay children talk about how they always knew something was different. Some of them claim they knew when they were just children. But I never saw Braden being gay as a possibility. My husband and I got hit with this out of left field. We didn't have time to prepare for it, which is one reason my husband reacted the way he did. Braden being gay does not bother me. I just never expected it. I never caught him watching gay porn, or any porn for that matter. He's an all-American boy. He plays sports, plays Call of Duty, or whatever they call it. I just don't understand."
"Bonnie, let me try to help you out. I think what you are looking for is a stereotype of gay people. The media, along with TV shows and movies, has painted a picture of what gay men in America look like, and it's never like your son. They portray us as feminine, limp-wristed, wearing tight clothes with high-pitched voices. Now, there are gay men like that. And I am not putting them down in any way. But the fact of the matter is, there are far more gay men out there than you know about simply because they aren't obvious and don't advertise their sexuality to the world. Braden and I are those men."
"I understand that. It's just that, well, I never felt like I had to protect Braden from anything. I don't have daughters, and I guess I just always thought that Braden and Austin would both meet a girl and get married one day. But now, I don't know what to think."
"I see where that would be confusing for you, Bonnie," I said. "Have you talked to Braden about this?"
"I tried. But I just couldn't. He came home today practically jumping for joy. He was so happy he was singing. We talked a little as a family about things. His dad, once he sobered up, is fine with things. I think he sees it as a chance to make things right with his brother, a way to right a wrong, if you will. Austin loves his brother and doesn't really see how it changes anything. Younger kids like that don't have as many issues with acceptance as some of the older generations. As for me, I love my son, and I just want him to be safe and happy. Which leads me to why I came here, Josh. Braden told us that he is in love with you. My husband and I tried to explain to him that this is all very new to him, and that he doesn't really know what love is at his age. But he is adamant that he loves you. So, Josh, I need to know something. What are your intentions with my son? Are you having sex with my son?"
I was caught off guard by the last part of Bonnie's question.
"Bonnie, I need you to understand that everything that happened with Braden was consensual."
"So you are having sex then? Well, he is an adult. I don't agree with it, but there is really nothing I can do about it.?"
"I'm sorry, you said you don't mind him being gay, but you don't like that we are having sex? Can you explain that, please?"
"Oh, no, Josh. That came out wrong. I'm not crazy about the idea of him having sex at all, with a girl or a man. But he's an adult, and I can't stop him. Do you love him Josh?"
"Yes, Bonnie. I do. I know that sounds crazy. If you had told me last week that I'd be in love with a 19 year old boy, I would have laughed in your face. But here we are. Braden literally ran into my life and turned everything upside down. I still can't believe it. But there is something about him. It's not his age. In fact, that was a major concern to me. But I have realized that age is just a number. It doesn't define us, Bonnie. It doesn't define me or Braden. So yes, I love him. And as far as my intentions with him go..."
"Yes, go on, I'm listening," Bonnie said.
"Bonnie, I'm going to marry your son. Not this year. Probably not next year. But I am going to marry your son. Let me assure you that we are going to take this slow. Braden is going to finish college. I'm going to make sure of that. Braden is going to get a job teaching and coaching. We already talked about how we have to keep things under wraps because of his career and mine. But I love him, and he loves me."
"Josh, if someone had told me last week that my 19 year old son would be in love with a what, 30, 35 year old man..."
"I'm 32, Bonnie."
"Fine, 32. If they had told me that, I would have said yeah, and I'm the Queen of Fucking England." She laughed.
"Josh, just know one thing. If you hurt him, I will hurt you. I mean that. If you decide to break things off, do it right. Don't break his heart. He may be a man, but my boy has a good heart and he loves with everything he has."
"Bonnie, I promise you that I will never intentionally do anything to hurt Braden."
"Then Josh, I only have one thing left to say. Welcome to the family."
She smiled and stood up to pull me into a hug. As we hugged, I realized something. My parents would have to know. I wouldn't be able to keep a secret like this from them forever. I could manage it as long as I was single and just hooking up sometimes. But to have a serious relationship with someone who would be at my house a lot...maybe even living with me eventually, was too much to try to hide.
I have to decide how and when to do it. It won't be easy. But it has to happen.
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