Bernie and the Bear Chapter 7
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Chapter Seven
Learning Curve
JJ had turned our old room into his very own 15-year-old habitat. I really hadn't given much thought as to where I'd be sleeping; I assumed everything was the same as it was at Thanksgiving. I guess we'll have to use the pull-out sofa in the den I thought. I sure wasn't looking forward to those steel bars in my back. We started toward the den to stash our stuff when dad stopped us.
"You guys will be in the guest suite" he said. I had no idea what he was talking about. Turns out him and mom had been working on an actual place for guests to stay when they came to visit; a kind of efficiency apartment over the garage. We climbed up the stairs and went inside; it was perfect. There was a queen bed, a fridge similar to my little dorm fridge; they had even finished out the bathroom that had been stubbed in for ever since I could remember.
"Awesome!" I said. Followed by something I rarely did; I hugged my dad. "Thanks, dad."
"Don't get the idea this is just for you. We still expect you to get that law degree and move out" he said with a laugh. He took another look at the two of us. I could tell he was still a little uncomfortable with it all, but he started out and said "I'll leave you two to get settled in. Mom said dinner will be ready about 6:00."
The door shut and James looked at me and said "Your parents are so cool."
"I guess..." I said; to me they were just my parents.
"By the way...law degree?" he said.
"Yeah, I'm pre-law. Thought you knew that" I said.
"No, we never talked about it. I figured you were in engineering since you were with Bernie" he said.
"I could never pass all the math and science classes to do that. I'm barely making it through the core requirements" I said. "So, what's your major or do you have one?"
"Computer science, I've always had a thing for technology" he said.
"What do you like to do, I mean besides what we've been doing" I said with a wink.
"I don't know, lots of stuff. Why? Are you thinking up ways to sabotage our...uh...whatever it is we have going?" he asked with that damn Mona Lisa smile of his.
"No, I just figured if we really are going to be a...uh...couple...then, we should know something about each other outside of what to do to make each other cum" I said with a snort.
The next hour we discussed such topics as favorite color (his blue, mine green), TV shows (obviously he was a Star Trek any generation fan, along with a lot of other sci-fi), I liked some of those and stuff that make you think. Dad had turned me on to shows like The X-Files and Fringe, but I liked the crime shows too, NCIS, Law and Order, etc. He said he was saving up to buy a car, I was too. The more we talked about the more I found to like about him and vice-versa. I glanced at the clock; 5:45 already. I pulled him up and we washed our hands before going to the main house for dinner.
Mom must have been in a southern mood, the table was full with chicken and dumplings, collard greens, black eyed peas, cornbread and a big pitcher of tea.
"I hope you like soul food" she said to James.
"Are you kidding, I'm from Tupelo" he said, followed by "no sweet potatoes?"
Mom laughed. "They'll be out of the oven in a few minutes."
"Well, bless your heart, ma'am" he said. I smiled. He could be such a charmer when he wanted to.
After dinner James volunteered to help with the dishes. I was summarily dragged to JJ's room for a gaming session. Wow, I'd forgotten how younger teenager's room smelled; a mix of dirty socks and cum trying to be covered up by a plug-in room deodorizer. JJ had just finished stomping me in the game we were playing when James came in.
"You want to try the champion?" I asked him.
"Sure" he said, taking the controller from me. JJ let him pick a game. James picked Call of Duty Black Ops Cold War. I watched as the two of them killed zombies. It didn't take long for them to learn each other's moves and they operated like a well-oiled machine together. I could tell JJ was impressed; another feather in James's cap, so to speak. Around 8:45 dad came in and told JJ he needed to get to sleep or he wouldn't want to get up in the morning. I looked at JJ with a raised eyebrow.
"We're going deer hunting" he said.
"Oh, okay. I guess we'll get out of your way then" I told him.
"Wish I could go" James said. All three of us looked at him.
"What? A guy can't like to hunt because he likes other guys?" he said.
"What your firearm of choice?" my dad asked him.
"At home I usually use my old .44 carbine Ruger my dad gave me" he said. I looked at him like he'd grown a tail.
"Can't help you there, but I have a .243, a .270 or a 30.06 you can use" dad said.
"I'm not a masochist, so I'll take the .270" he said. I could remember when dad would try to get me to go hunting. I was never able to shoot a deer; too tender-hearted.
"Okay, it's on! I'll have your weapon ready in the morning. Set your alarm for 5am and meet at the back of the garage" dad told him.
"Let's go Ted, time to hit the hay" he said. We walked through the house and out to our quarters.
"You're really into that stuff?" I asked.
"Yeah, you're not, I take it" he said.
"No, not really" I said.'
"Look at it this way. If the world ever goes to shit, you'll have a husband who can provide for you" he said.
"Husband? We're getting way ahead of ourselves now" I said, but was quickly silenced by a mouth being placed over mine with a tongue pressing against my own.
I reached for his zipper, but he pushed my hand away. "Not tonight, I need to sleep for in the morning." I broke free and turned on the little propane wall heater. I was kind of pissed, but I didn't even know why. Hunting had never pissed me off before. Anyway, I slept in my underclothes; being petty.
I vaguely heard the tone when his phone went off, but I kind of tuned it out. I listened to his footsteps on the stairs, and a few minutes later the roar of the four-wheelers coming to life. Then everything was silent. I tried to go back to sleep, but there was no use; I was up now. I pulled on my sweatpants and a hoodie and went for my morning run. I went down the driveway and hit the paved road and ran all the way up to the little country store at the four-way, that was almost three miles if I remembered correctly, so I turned around and started back home. I wouldn't have a real gym here, obviously, but we did have an old weight bench my dad had bought during one of his `get in better shape' campaigns, so I went into the freezing cold garage and ignited the heater and started putting together a workout. Forty-five minutes later I felt appropriately sore, so I shut the heat down and went into the main house to see if mom had any breakfast. She was sitting in the den sipping a cup of coffee, so I poured one and started to join her.
"I saved you a sausage biscuit on the stove" she said. I thanked her and grabbed the biscuit and nuked it for a few seconds before joining her in the den. I sat by her on the sofa in the dimly lit room. She had the TV on very low with the weather channel playing; I think more out of habit than for information. I guess I was looking pouty. She smoothed the feral-looking hair on my head and asked what was wrong.
"I think dad likes my boyfriend more than me" I said between chews.
"If dad likes your boyfriend, Teddy, that's a good thing" she said.
"Yeah, but he was never excited with the things I liked. Him and James have already bonded in a day" I said.
"Lord, son! You would find the negative of a billion-dollar lottery win!" she said. "A month ago, you were worried sick about your dad finding out about you being gay, now you're worried that he'd going to love your boyfriend more than you. Jesus!"
She was right, I knew it. I have a tendency to look for the worst-case scenario. I finished my coffee and biscuit and went to put the dirty cup in the sink.
"I'm going to go lay back down a while" I said. She nodded. "By the way, thanks mom, I love you." No words needed, she just nodded again. It was about 8 when I lay back down. I was about to drift off when I heard the growling of the four-wheelers. They all went in the house together. My petty brain refused to let me go see them; I just stayed in the bed. I could hear dad and JJ outside talking. It became obvious that one of them had killed a deer. I peeked out and they were trying to get it on the block and tackle so they could get it dressed out. I went back to bed when they started skinning it. I noticed that James was still in the house with my mom. I put my earbuds in and listened to some music to get my mind off of everything.
The cold air coming through the door alerted me to James coming in. He said something, but I couldn't hear him over the music. I made a hold on gesture and took the earbuds out.
"I got a ten-pointer" he said.
"Oh...cool. Congratulations I guess" I mumbled.
"I just had a peculiar talk with your mom" he said, turning and locking the door.
"Oh yeah, about what?" I asked; I had an idea.
"She said you're jealous of me spending time with your dad" he said, arms crossed, staring at me.
"No...not really...fuck, I don't know...it's complicated..." I said.
"You need therapy" he said as he began to pull off his layers of clothing. First the coat, then the hoodie, followed by the tee shirt leaving his furry chest and stomach in clear view.
"I'd like to give you an injection, but we don't have any product" he said. Damn! He was right. We didn't have any condoms; we didn't know he was coming home with me.
"I guess I'll prescribe oral medication" he said as he unbuttoned his jeans, kicked them off and dropped his boxer briefs.
"Dude, my dad and little brother are literally right there" I said pointing to the back yard.
"...and they'll be busy for at least another half hour..." he said as he crawled onto the bed. He reached to pull the blankets off me and his own personal perfume slapped me in the face. I had already been getting hard from the floorshow, but his odor made me fill out to the bursting point. I practically ripped my clothes off and scrambled around until my face was directly under his hairy cock. His hand circled the base of my balls and he took me into his mouth. I reached up and grabbed his ass and pulled myself onto his hard-as-a rock cock and nursed it like a baby. I let off a second.
"Hey...uh...I want to try something..." I said.
"What?" he asked.
"Get up and stand at the end of the bed" I told him. He jumped down and took the position I indicated. I slid over until my head was hanging off the bed then grabbed his dick and pulled him into my mouth. He figured out where I was going with it and started sliding into my throat. I stopped him and took a breath then double tapped his leg to let him know to go ahead. This time he didn't stop until I was wearing his balls like big hairy eyeglasses. He was able to throat fuck me a minute or so at a time before I had to back off for air.
"Love, it's sexy as hell, but no way am I going to cum like this" he said, getting back on the bed. We lay facing each other on our sides and continued the sixty-nine. We were both getting close when he found one of my nipples and pinched it hard. It was like a switch was flipped and the floodgates in my scrotum opened wide and filled his mouth up. On instinct, I ran my fingernails hard down his back and he spasmed twice and gave up his juice. As usual, he came about a quart. I swallowed and swallowed to keep it from getting on the sheets. I didn't want that embarrassment.
I made my way back to the pillow and his face and we swapped flavors with each other as we kissed. Once again, we were staring into one another's eyes. Outside, I could hear my dad yelling for JJ to take the packages of meat to the freezer so I knew our time was short. I grabbed James and pulled him into the shower with me and we quickly got cleaned up; I hated to wash his scent away but it was only temporary. We got out and James got dressed and went downstairs. I could hear him tell my dad "Yeah, he's up, he's getting a shower." Did dad just ask if I was still asleep? I hurried into my clothes and went down to see what was going on. I got sidetracked when I ran into JJ coming out of the garage, he looked a little pouty now, like I had earlier.
"What's up with you?" I asked.
"Nothing" he said.
"Nah, there's something on your mind. I know you too well" I told him.
"Don't worry about it. But you better watch your boyfriend, dad may steal him away from you" he said stomping off into the house.
Wow, this was way different from what I was afraid of happening. When I ran my usual worst-case scenarios in my head, what I came up with was that dad would find out we were gay, disown me and kick us out to try to get back to Nashville on our own. Instead, me and JJ were both pouting over not being the objects of daddy's affections. What kind of fucked up shit is that? I vacillated over whether to go in the garage or after JJ. Loud laughter from inside the garage made my decision; I went to talk to JJ.
He was in his room playing the PS5 again. I just sat beside him and didn't say anything. He lost the game he was playing and looked at me.
"Why'd you have to bring him here" he said; face scrunched up on the word `him'.
"I thought you liked him?" I asked. He had about ten emotions play across his face.
"I do, but..." he paused.
"I know. I didn't know dad would act like this. It's not James' fault" I said, "Hell, I didn't even know he liked to hunt and stuff."
"He took the buck down with one shot at close to 300 yards" JJ said. It didn't mean much to me, but I guessed that must be good from the way he was acting.
"You could probably do that" I said. I had no idea whether he could or not.
"My aim is too shaky" he whined.
"You'll get better" I said and quickly tried to change the subject. "Hey, its only a week till Christmas, is there anything you want. I've got to get out and do some shopping this week."
"I don't know. I'm not in the mood right now" he said.
"Okay, I'll leave you to your game." I went back through the house and asked mom if I could use her car to go get some Christmas shopping done (and also buy some condoms and lube 😉).
"Sure, I may go with you" she said, "I think your dad and James are planning to go back out just before sunset, so we should have time."
I felt a surge of what little brother was feeling go through me but I tried to ignore it. The closest place with any decent shopping was Knoxville and that was about an hour and a half drive. I went in and asked JJ if he was going with dad and James this afternoon. He said he seriously doubted it. Did he want to go Christmas shopping with us, then? He started to say no, then it looked like he thought of something and said yeah. We let the two big hunters know we'd be back about dinner time and we took off. West Town Mall was packed to the rafters with Christmas shoppers. We split up and mom said to meet back up at the car in an hour.
The first stop I made was Walgreens. JJ was trying to figure out what I was doing until I went into the condom aisle. I picked up a box of Lifestyles Ultra Sensitive, the same ones James' roommate had and a bottle of Astroglide. JJ waited outside when I went to pay. He said he didn't want anybody to think I was planning to use those on him.
JJ was the easiest, he went with me and picked out the game he wanted. I disappointed him by taking it and getting gift wrapped to put under the tree. I got mom something that JJ had seen her pricing on the internet; a big thick Turkish cotton robe. For dad we would be stopping at the liquor store on the way out. Dad liked single malt Scotch and I wanted to get him a decent bottle. Leaving that for later, I set my mind on James. I wracked my brain trying to figure that one out. JJ told me to get something that shows that I love him; honestly, not much help. I was running out of time; we had to go meet up with mom at the car. I told her about my plan for dad since she would have to actually buy the alcohol, then I told her I had no idea what to get for James.
"Good thing I grilled him yesterday in the kitchen" she said.
"And?..." I waited for the answer.
"He said, and I quote, `Now that I've got Teddy, I don't want anything', unquote" she told me.
"That's all sweet and everything, but I'm willing to be he gave you money to buy me a gift" I said.
"Maybe he did, maybe he didn't" she said in her annoying way.
"So, other than me, what else did he want or need, mom?" I asked.
"Your friend is very practical. He said if you insisted on getting him a gift, he said he could use a pair of 501s for winter" she said.
We went back in the mall and mom showed me a store that had what I needed, a pair of Levi's 501s size 38/30. Damn those things are pricey these days. I had just enough to get them, but I'd have to borrow money for dad's gift. She loaned me $100 and I estimated I'd only need $70 for dad's gift; so, while she took the jeans to get them gift wrapped, eased into Spencers and got him a box of Rainbow Pecker Pops. I'd hold the real gift back and make him open the gag gift first. On the way home, we stopped at the liquor store and picked up a bottle of Talisker for dad and we were done.
When we got home, dad was watching TV and he said James had gone up to lay down. I grabbed the unwrapped portion of my stuff and took it with me up to the apartment. The little heater was going and James was stretched out on the bed in his clothes except for his shoes; they were at the end of the bed. I stashed the gifts in the closet and got up on the bed beside him. I couldn't help myself, I got close and breathed in his odors. He smelled of the outdoors; pine, rotting leaves and earth. Underneath all that I could smell James; the sweet smell of his breath, the arousing odor of his musk. I sat back and just stared at him, taking it all in. His hair was kind of disheveled from the cap he'd been wearing earlier. He'd forgotten to bring a razor so he was getting some pretty nice stubble. His flannel shirt was open to the first button exposing the undershirt underneath as well as the tuft of golden hair spilling over the collar. He had rolled the sleeves on the shirt up to mid forearm at some point and the thick hair on those was gleaming in the light too. My gaze had shifted to the light bulge in the crotch of his jeans until he started waking up.
"Hey babe, what you looking at?" he said sleepily.
"Hopefully, dessert" I said. He ignored my innuendo.
"Did you get your shopping done?" he asked.
"Yep" I said, "did you enjoy your quality time with my dad" I asked him.
"Nothing to be jealous of" he said, "I really do like to hunt. Plus, he answered a lot of questions about you and told me some pretty funny stories, too."
Oh my God, I hoped he hadn't told anything too embarrassing.
"Like the time he took you and JJ fishing and when you went to pee off the boat, you both fell in and got soaked and had to ride home bare-assed" he said, "and the time y'all went camping and you played in the fire and then ended up wetting your sleeping bag."
"Way too many stories involving me peeing" I said, mortified.
"Here, to make you feel better..." he said, "when I was 13, I was in my bedroom pleasuring myself. I thought I had locked the door, but apparently, I didn't. I was about to shoot my three drops when *BAM* the door opens and there's dad and I was too far gone so I started to squirt uncontrollably, that's got to be more embarrassing than any of the ones he told about you."
"Oh, so he didn't get to the one about the hunting camp?" I asked.
"No, what's that one?" he asked.
"Never mind" I said. I looked at the clock, it was after 10.
"Are y'all going hunting in the morning again?" I asked him.
"He didn't say anything about it, so I guess not" he said.
I got up, locked the door and started ditching my clothes; I always sleep in the buff. That prompted James to lose his as well. We got under the covers but we were both too tired to start any activity. He ended up on his back and I ended up on my side with my head on his shoulder and his aroma floating all around me. The radio weather had said it was going down into the upper 20s tonight so I figured we'd leave the little heater running. As I drifted off to sleep looking the fire from the heater, all I could think about was how happy I was right now.
Lambodara 11/23/21
Ho ho ho! Merry early Christmas!
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