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Hard As Nails: Ch 8 -- The Sub
The Chief and Farm Boy locked their bedroom door and shed their clothes. At 41 and 40 years of age, they were still in great shape. Clay no longer had 8 pack abs but those had gone over the three years he drank himself stupid hoping to get significant game time with the Steelers. Sean's 6 pack could still be seen, but he had to work on it daily to keep it. He kept his pubes trim and shaped into the letter T. He had thought about having the rest of the pubes laser removed but he enjoyed shaving. Farm Boy on the other hand was kept shaved neck down. It was one of the signs of submission he agreed to when the couple had married. He got teased a lot when he was in the locker room in Pittsburgh. He would just swing his cock back and forth and tease, "When you got one this big, why would I hide it away in a bush?"
The couple got into a 69 position. Farm Boy hoped his Sir would unlock him and go down on him. While he eagerly swallowed his husband's cock, Sean merely tapped at Clay's cock through the steel bars.
Farm Boy thought about saying something, but he already had 6 more days to go in chastity and he didn't want to add more time.
"Suck that piece of meat boy. Make your Daddy happy. Stick that tongue in the piss slit. Yeah, you know how to make me cum boy. Keep at it." Sean would pause in his verbal encouragements to tap Clay's massive balls and rub along his perineum just stopping before his fingers reached the sensitive ass lips that Clay enjoyed being touched and teased.
For twenty minutes the pair kept up their work. Sean then decided to tap Farm Boy's ass lips. The moan resonating from his boy's mouth through his cock told him he had made the right move. Clay was focused on getting his Sir off, but he had also been enjoying the teasing, especially when Chief tapped the underside of the glans through the jailbird's bars. Sean noticed the balls on his husband move slightly as his finger kept tapping Clay's ass lips. Then his husband shuddered. Rather than blast a load of cm out of his nine-inch piece of meat a stream of semen trickled out and pooled on the bed.
"Another ruined orgasm Farm Boy. Hope you enjoyed it."
"Sir, thank you, Sir." Clay managed while taking a brief pause from servicing the cock in front of him. Farm Boy thought to himself, "What's good for the goose is good for the gander."
Sean had rolled over on his back as he enjoyed the head of steam building in his balls. Farm Boy changed up his position and reached over and collected some of his semen onto his fingers. He was between his Sir's legs and Chief spread them so Clay would have access to skull fuck himself.
Farm Boy understood what was expected and he indeed began deep diving on the cock in his mouth letting it slide down his throat. At the same time though he positioned his index finger near Sean's rosebud. He saw his Sir's ball sack constrict which was his tell that an orgasm was nearing as he slightly arched his pelvis up. Clay rapidly pushed his cum coated finger into his husband's body and probed for the prostate. He hit it squarely on the first try. Sean's eyes flew wide open, and he shot a massive load into Clay's mouth.
"You fucker! How long... have you .... been planning that... little move?" he managed between pants.
"Since my latest ruined orgasm," he smiled cheekily at his lover. "I get to have fun too."
There was a loud `kablam' outside!
"That's a shotgun blast," Clay stated as he sprang from the bed and pulled on a pair of shorts. He was out the door and down the stairs in a flash. He started counting the teens who were also outside. Sean caught up a few moments later.
"Are you guys alright?" Clay demanded.
"We're not hurt Dad," Vic spoke for them all. "It sounded like it came from over toward Mormor's."
Clay took off running barefoot across the yard and the field toward his parents' home with Sean and the 6 teens wrapped in sarongs following behind. When he got to the metal fence, he located the gate behind one of the crepe myrtles, punched in the key code, headed across the road, and ran up his parents' driveway.
Martha stood at the head of the drive with her shotgun in hand. Leon was seated in a chair in the yard near his pond, and RJ was standing behind his mother with a shit-eating grin on his face.
Clay had barely demanded, "What happened here?" when the Sheriff arrived with lights flashing.
The Sheriff got out of the car stating, "Martha, put the rifle on the ground." Martha did as the Sheriff requested. "Now what happened here? RJ called 9-1-1 and said there were trespassers here."
"That's right Sheriff," Leon began. I was sitting here feeding the squirrels and scrub jays like I do every evening. These two reporters came up the drive and started shouting questions at me. I took out my phone and started filming them. I told them they should leave but they kept advancing on me."
"That's when I came out of the house and told them to leave," Martha interjected. "They just kept asking questions. I asked them to leave again. They didn't. I then warmed them and said something to the effect, I've asked you twice to leave. This is the last time I'll ask being nice about it."
"That's when I was calling you Sheriff," RJ added.
"They kept asking questions while taking a couple more steps toward Leon. So, I went into the kitchen and grabbed my shotgun. When I came back outside, I told them they had to the count of five to start back down the drive. I counted out loud. They didn't move so I cocked the gun and shot at the ground halfway between them and me. They took off running."
"It was a sight, I tell you, Sheriff. Those city boys don't know how to respect a man's home," Leon chuckled.
The Sheriff was reviewing Leon's video. It bore out what the three Reeds had said. "I'll teach them some manners. Perhaps a night in the hoosegow will get their attention." She forwarded the video to her cell phone.
Sean and the teens ran into the yard. "I couldn't find the damn gate," Sean added. "Is everything alright here."
"It's under control," Clay replied. "Mom was chasing off some buzzards." Sean looked confused. "Reporters," Farm Boy explained. "Sheriff, they've got us blocked in up at the main gate. Can you do something about them?" Clay requested.
The Sheriff used her shoulder microphone, "Central, I need three deputies to the Reed Property on Lipe Road to start ticketing any news vehicles parked on their land or blocking their drive." I'll also be arresting two of them in a few minutes for harassing the Martha and Leon Reed."
"Ok Sheriff, dispatching now."
"RJ, can you identify these two?" she asked pointing at the video on Leon's phone.
"Sure, I can Sheriff," RJ stated as he meandered barefoot down to her car clad only in a pair of cutoff daisy dukes showing off his chiseled body and obvious large bulge in his crotch. He got in on the passenger side. The Sheriff tipped her hat to the rest of the family, got in, and headed for the gaggle of reporters.
"Mom and Dad, I want you to come stay at the house for a few days until this isn't a news story anymore," Clay said.
"No one is running your mother and me off our land, Junior. We're fine here."
"But Dad..."
"Leon Clayton Reed IV, your father has spoken!" Martha stated bringing the discussion to a close.
"Well then, if everything is fine here, we'll head home," Clay replied careful not to sound surly. Once more it took over 15 minutes for all the hugs and well wishes. Gunnar started talking to his grandfather about what he was feeding the scrub jays and squirrels. "Gunner, move it!" Clay bellowed.
"OK, Dad." He hugged his grandfather once more and followed his family down the drive, across the road, and through the hidden gate.
When the Sheriff and RJ arrived at the gaggle of reporters, they saw them gathered around Leo Wynn who was reading them the riot act.
"Once more let me be clear, at no time did Mr. Walls or Mr. Reed say that they wanted those two employees fired. It's a lie. I was standing there as were a doctor, a nurse, and my partner. When the administrator stopped them while they were leaving, she asked to speak to them, and Mr. Walls referred her to his attorney. So, whoever misled you on that account you should take it up with them. I wager you can even see it on the ER video security tapes."
RJ pointed at the two reporters who had harassed his family. The Sheriff signaled to one of her three deputies to join her, and they walked up to the two men. "Gentlemen, I understand you paid a visit to the Reed family down the road."
"What if we did," the older of the two reporters retorted.
The Sheriff smiled wickedly. "You both are under arrest for trespassing and harassing Martha and Leon Reed, both senior citizens. You have the right to remain silent. Anything that you say can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have a lawyer present before and during questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, then one will be appointed for you to represent you before and during questioning. Do you understand your rights?"
"You can't be serious," the older reporter said as the Sheriff pulled his hands behind his back and put handcuffs on him.
"Oh, deadly serious, I assure you. Do you understand your rights?"
Both men answered, "Yes."
Her deputy did the younger reporter's wrists and they placed both men in the back of the Sheriff's vehicle. The other two deputies ticketed four of the six vehicles on the Reed property. The other two moved as soon as they saw the tickets being written.
The Sheriff got out her bullhorn. "Ladies and gentlemen of the fourth estate. You've worn out your welcome and need to move on out of here. You must remain off the private property of the Reed Walls family as it is clearly posted as Private Property and No Trespassing. The homeowners have asked us to enforce the law."
A reporter walked up to the Sheriff, "What did those two do Ma'am?"
"They are under arrest for harassing an elderly couple down the road and refusing to leave their property after being told 5 times to do so."
"Fools!" the reporter shook his head and walked off to his car across from the gate. Within 15 minutes all the media representatives were gone. One of the deputies called for a tow truck to tow the van for the two reporters in custody to the impound yard.
RJ walked over to talk with the paramedic who was still in uniform. Leo devoured the trim military body as it approached him, He noted the treasure trail leading down to the Daisy Dukes and the bulge they barely concealed all the way down to the size 13s padding along the side of the road. "What was that all about Leo?"
"I came by to check on AJ and the family. How are they?
"Doing remarkably well. They were at Mom and Dad's when the Sheriff and I came up here."
"That is good to hear. I won't disturb them. Anyway, when I pulled up, I had to park back there," he pointed to where he had parked his Harley Ultra. "When I walked up this reporter from WINK was broadcasting a story that the hospital had fired the two employees at Mr. Walls insistence. I lost it and yelled out, `That's a lie!' The camera and all the reporters turned toward me. Then I told my story and I repeated it so there would be no doubt about what I had to say."
RJ threw his arms around Leo and pulled him into a bear hug. "Thank you for defending our family. These vultures will say anything without even checking the facts." He released Leo and turned toward the Sheriff. "Thanks, Sheriff," RJ called as he started to walk down the road to his folk's house.
The Sheriff watched him walk away. "That's one prime piece of meat there, she thought. She got into her patrol vehicle to a barrage of questions.
"Are we really being arrested?"
"Do we get to make a call?"
"Are we able to make bail tonight?"
"What's happening to my van?"
"I told you two you had a right to be silent. Please exercise that right. And to answer your questions: yes, yes, maybe, and it's being towed." She started her engine and headed back to the office where both reporters were booked into the county jail.
When the Reed Walls gang arrived back at their home the smoke alarm was sounding in the kitchen. The meat loaf had burned in the oven. "Clay open the doors, Kids open the windows," Sean ordered as he grabbed oven mitts to remove the charred remains of their dinner from the oven. He carried the scorched entre outside and placed it on the ground. He retrieved the garden hose and dosed it with water. Shaking his head, he carried the soggy burnt offering to the trash can and dumped the whole thing, pan and all into the garbage.
The smoke was clearing from the house, but the burnt smell still lingered. Gitte found the Febreze and started spraying it around the rooms.
"What are we going to eat tonight, Pops?" Alex asked.
"How long would it take you guys to get dressed to go out?" Sean replied.
Vic responded, "Depends where we're going Pops. It could be five minutes to 3 hours," she shot her father a shit-eating grin.
Sean laughed to himself. Each one of their teens had perfected Clay's grin. "Magnolia Street Seafood and Grill or Beef O'Brady's. Y'all choose."
"The Grill is too fancy for a quick change, let's do Beef O'Grady's," Vic suggested.
"Sister dear, you have more of a chance of running into studly Arcadian high school students at O'Brady's than at the Grill," AJ teased.
"He's right Vic," Gitte commented. "Give us 15 minutes and we'll be ready for the Grill."
"Oh alright," Vic threw her hands up caving into the logic of AJ's argument. She and Gitte headed to the Salon to get ready. The four boys headed to T2 to do the same.
"Come along Farm Boy, you need to put on a shirt and shoes," Chief reminded his boy.
"Right behind you Chief."
Fifteen minutes later the six men of the house stood waiting on the two ladies. Sean pushed the intercom button for the Salon. "You have two minutes to meet us at the Escalade. Clay and he led the four brothers to the car to await their sisters. Clay started the engine as Vic and Gitte ran into the garage.
"You weren't really going to leave us were you, Dad?" Gitte asked sheepishly.
"Yep, it has been one F-ed up day and I'm tired and hungry. You're the one that said 15 minutes," he commented as he backed up and turned the Escalade to head down the driveway. He sighed in relief when he spotted no news crews haunting their gate. The drive into town was a quiet one. Each teen was clued to their iPhone, Sean looked out the window lost in thought.
Clay found a parking spot on the street one block down from what was once a hotel. As they piled out of the car the six teens were confronted with a very quiet and nearly deserted street. They walked into the old hotel lobby, then turned right toward the dining room.
"Table for eight please," Fifth requested as he smiled at the blond young woman greeter standing at the podium.
"Certainly Sir. Please give us a few minutes to arrange your table. You may have a seat over there if you wish," she responded and walked into the dining room to alert the staff. Returning after just a few minutes she continued, "I'm Rachelle, you must be the new head coach and his family." She smiled at Fifth as she spoke to his father. Fifth winked and smiled at her.
Another teen walked out to the podium. He was dressed in jeans, trainers and a tight polo shirt with Magnolia Street printed on it. His complexion was swarthy, he had dark brown eyes, his hair was jet black and swept to one side. The fringe of his hair was dyed red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. "Evening Coach Reed, I'm Billy, one of your tight ends. I've got your table all set up."
"Great to meet you, Billy. Lead the way please," Clay stated.
"Gunnar felt his cock stir watching Billy's ass swish into the dining room. He pondered, "Is this my gaydar kicking in?"
"You're the fourth coach this evening. Bowling team is over there with Coach Homer Johnson, the Golf Team is seated there with Coach Lee Olsen, and the Swim Team is here with Coach Janie Porter." As they reached the table the other three coaches stood to greet their newest colleague.
"Thank you for the warm welcome. May I present my husband, Sean Walls. These are our children, Victoria, or Vic, who will be a sophomore this year." One of the guys from the swim team wolf whistled. Vic turned red, `She is followed by Birgitte, Gitte, also a sophomore. This time more whistles sounded around the room from other boys. Leon Clayton Reed V, known as Fifth, a freshman and on the football team." This time it was the ladies who whistled. Fifth winked to the room and smiled. He is followed by Andrew, or AJ, Erik, who is also known as Alex in the family, and Gunnar, or Gun, freshman all." More whistles from the ladies in the room and then the other athletes all clapped to welcome them. No one noticed Billy staring at Gunnar and licking his lips.
The family took their seats and Vic punched AJ in his shoulder. "No teens huh."
"Ouch Sis! how was I to know?"
Pops gave them both the look and they settled down immediately. Their server approached.
"Evening Coach. I'm Maddie and I'll be waiting on you folks this evening," she stated as she handed out the menus. Billy brought 8 glasses of water for the table. "May I take your drink orders please?"
Sean and Clay both ordered sweet tea as did Vic Fifth and Alex. Gitte, AJ and Gunner opted for unsweet Arnold Palmers.
Maddie and Billy brought the drinks. Maddie taking care to serve the two adults and the girls while Billy served the four boys.
"Do you need more time with the menu?"
"I think we do Maddie, but I'd like to order appetizers while we peruse the offerings."
"What can we get started for you, Sir?"
Clay smirked. He thought, "If she only knew."
"Fried Calamari for my husband and I to share. The teens will share 2 orders of Chicken Fingers and 2 orders of hush puppies."
Billy was standing near Gunnar at the end of the table. Gunnar smiled at him noticing his features more closely this time. "Bill, what do you recommend?"
"That depends Sir on whether you want s small meal or a full-on dinner."
"I think a full meal would work for me."
"Well then if you like things spicy there is The Cajun Arcadian a chicken dish with Cajun spices. If you like sea food, there is a Seafood Alfredo which is fabulous!"
Vic interjected from the other end of the table, "What would you recommend for a lighter meal Billy?"
Billy swished down to her place at the table and pointed to the sandwich section. "My favorites are the half pound burger and French Dip Sandwich, but the Fruity Bleu Salad is also very good."
"Thank you," she responded. Billy swished back to stand near Gunner and waited until Maddie waved him into the kitchen.
When he arrived, Maddie hissed into his ear, "Listen little faggot, you were told about not hitting on the customers."
"I'm not hitting on anyone. I have been answering their questions about the menu."
"Well stop making eyes at that boy. His folks may be as queer as you but that doesn't mean the kids are. Now serve the appetizers to the teens while I serve the parents." Maddie put on her plastic smile and led the way back into the dining room with Billy carrying the tray. He set up the tray support and placed the tray on top. Maddie took the calamari and plates for the parents while Billy distributed the plates to the six teens. He then placed the four baskets of appetizers between the siblings. "May I take your order now?" Maddie inquired.
"In just a moment," Clay said, "Gunner would you lead us please?"
Gunnar reached for his brothers' hands. The family followed suit while the restaurant patrons, who noticed the family join hands, turned to watch, "Bless us, O God. Bless our food and our drink and the hands that have prepared it and served it. Since you redeemed us so dearly and delivered us from evil, as you gave us a share in this food so may you give us a share in eternal life."
The family said, "Amen."
"Now you may take our orders Maddie," Clay stated. "I'm going to have Steak of the Day, medium rare, and may I have broccoli with that?"
"Yes Sir. It's a T-bone tonight. She turned to Sean and nodded.
"I would like the Seafood Alfredo that Billy recommended."
"Yes Sir, it is excellent. Young lady," she said nodding at Vic.
"Billy recommended the French Dip sandwich, so I'll give that a try."
Maddie nodded and turned to Gitte.
"I would like the Fish and Chips please."
"Yes ma'am."
"Young man," nodding at Fifth.
"I'd like the Cajun Arcadian that Billy mentioned."
"It has a kick to it."
"So, he said. I like Cajun spices."
Maddie noted his choice and turned to AJ.
"I'd like the Fruity Bleu with chicken, please."
Maddie nodded at Erik.
"Make mine the half pound burger, medium rare with fries."
"Last but no least young man," she said to Gunnar.
"I'll try the Cajun Arcadian on Bill's recommendation." Billy noted it was the second time Gunnar had referred to him as Bill.
"As you wish I'll get these started right away."
The family started nibbling at the appetizes when Coach Johnson sauntered over. "Junior, which one of your boys are they referring to on the news?"
"That would be me," Andrew answered.
"Do you always answer for you father young man."
"Our parents taught us that if we're being referenced in a conversation, we have the right to be part of that conversation."
"I see. Very enlightened parenting there, Junior. Young man I'm sorry for your troubles and am glad you were not serious hurt. I look forward to seeing you at school next month." Johnson shook hands with Clay and Sean. He was followed by the rest of the Bowling team who came over to shake hands as they were leaving. One of the bowlers, Frank Thomas, gave Vic a piece of paper.
"That's the roster for the bowling team. If you have any questions about what AHS is like, feel free to call any of us." He smiled at Vic.
"That's very kind of you. Thank you," Vic managed. As Frank walked away, she noted he had put a star next to his name and number. She felt a rush of excitement.
"Back in a minute Dad, Pops, I need to wash up." That was the code the teens had been taught to reference going to use the restroom in social settings. "Excuse me Maddie, where are the restrooms?"
Go back into the lobby and up the short staircase to the landing. The restrooms are there."
"Thank you, ma'am." Gun headed out the door, up the stairs to the men's room. While he was gone the gold team made their goodbyes. This time it was AJ who received a list of the players and an invitation from the coach himself to consider the team.
In the washroom, Gunnar was standing at the urinal relieving himself when the door opened, and Billy took the urinal next to him. Gunnar heard the teen unzip his pants and sigh as he fished out his penis and let a heavy stream of piss hit the urinal.
"I've been needing to go for a while now. We must wait to go on our official breaks though," Billy commented. He noted that Gunnar was staring straight ahead. Could his gaydar have been wrong about this teen he wondered.
"Must be rough when you got to go," Gun finally stated as he shook the last drops of urine from his own penis. He stepped back a bit from the urinal so Billy could see his slab of meat before tucking it back inside his jeans and zipping up. He walked to the sink and washed his hands before using the air dryer on the wall.
Billy's six and half inch uncut dick was hard as nails after seeing the piece of meat on Gunnar. He was barely that big hard. His mind started to imagine going down on the teen. By the time he finished at the urinal Gunnar had left. Billy stepped into a stall and locked the door. He started pulling on his pud and quickly shot a load onto the toilet seat. He cleaned up the seat, flushed, and washed up at the sink before returning to the kitchen.
"What took you so long," Maddie asked when he returned.
"Maddie that was my first break of the evening. I needed to make use of the facilities."
"Cut the kid some slack," Mr. Tiddle, the owner, stated from the doorway to his office.
Maddie replied, "Yes Sir, boss. Come along Billy we have food to serve." The teen followed the waitress out into the dining room carrying a tray of food for another table. When they returned to the kitchen the Reed family's food was being plated. Billy went out and set up two tray supports before returning to the kitchen for the first tray of food, He set that tray on a support and returned for the second tray as Maddie served the first four dishes. Upon his return Billy served the four boys sitting at the far end of the table. "Is there anything else we can do for you now?" Maddie inquired.
"I'd like a refill please," Gitte requested.
"Certainly miss, Billy refill all the drinks."
"Yes Maddie." Billy busied himself refilling all eight drinks while Maddie went to her serving station and leaned against the counter. She thought she wasn't being observed but Sean had spotted here doing nothing while Billy did the work.
Billy placed a new sweet tea in front of Sean. "Young man, do they split tips here?"
"No Sir, the waiters and waitresses keep all tips. We gofers get paid minimum wage."
"Thank you for the information and for the tea."
Sean leaned over to whisper to Clay. "That bitch of a waitress is over there leaning against the counter while this boy is working his ass off."
"Really!" Clay glanced in the direction Sean had nodded toward. He saw Maddie filing her nails. "I'll deal with this." Clay got up and walked quietly toward the kitchen entrance and walked through the swinging door. "Is Mr. T. here?"
"Junior how are your folks?" Mr. T asked as he came out of the office.
"They're doing well, thank you. I wanted to compliment you on having a very conscientious worker in Billy. He has been working our table. He made excellent recommendations for our meals and refilled out drinks. Our waitress on the other hand is standing at the serving station filing her nails."
Mr. Tiddle looked through the swinging door's window and saw Maddie filing away at the nails on her right hand. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Junior. I'll speak with her. Your meals are on the house."
"Thank you but no thanks. I didn't come in here to get a free meal. I just don't like to see kids exploited."
"Your folks raised a good man." Tiddle took Clay's hand and shook it. Then he walked with him out of the kitchen. Clay returned to his table while Mr. Tiddle walked up to Maddie. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Maddie dropped her file. "I'll tell you what. You're breaking several health department regulations while ignoring a large party at that table."
"Mr. Tiddle, I was taking a break. Billy has the table under control."
"Billy isn't wait staff. You are. If you're on break you're to be in the break room or outside. It still doesn't excuse filing your nails near a food prep station. Get your shit together and go home. I'll discuss this with my partners and decide what we're going to do with you. Your tips tonight from all your tables are going to Billy. Now go."
Maddie was about to say something but chose to keep her mouth shut. This was the last restaurant in Arcadia that she hadn't worked. She couldn't afford to be fired.
Walking up to another member of the wait staff, Mr. Tiddle informed him, "Patrick, I need you to supervise Billy the rest of the evening. He will finish up the last two of Maddie's tables. You just need to run the credit cards when they finish."
"Yes Sir Mr. Tiddle."
"Billy, may I see you, please." Billy came over to his boss. "Billy you're doing a fantastic job this evening. I need you to finish up with Maddie's last two tables. Patrick will run the credit cards for you. Oh, and there will be a little something extra in your paycheck Friday to show my appreciation for a job well done ."
Billy was flabbergasted, "Thank you Mr. Tiddle. I try to make everyone feel good about dining here."
Mr. Tiddle smiled and walked back to his office.
Billy finished serving both tables with greater confidence. His smile was a bit brighter knowing his boss was pleased with his performance.
As the swim team left, they too stopped by the table. One of the girls, Fancy Lord, gave Fifth her number as she shook his hand and mouthed, "Call me stud."
Another male swimmer gave a team roster to Gitte. He had circled his number and wrote a note. "Think about joining the swim team. Tryouts are next weekend."
Eventually, the family finished their meal. Billy presented the bill and Sean produced his credit card. Billy took it to Patrick who ran it and handed it back to Billy. The teen returned to the table, gave Sean the copies and his credit card. "Thank you for dining with us. We hope we met your expectations and hat you will dine with us again soon. It was a pleasure meeting all of you." He started clearing things from the table. As he passed Gunnar he whispered, "I hope I didn't offend you."
Gun smiled at the teen and whispered back, "It was a pleasure meeting you too. I hope to see more of you around town."
Billy almost dropped the dishes he was carrying. Gunnar smiled at the gofer's reaction. Sean wrote a note praising Billy and left a 20% tip with a note it should be given to Billy.
Back in the Escalade the siblings were all talking about the teens they had met that night. Both girls were giddy to have been given special attention from two very handsome teens. Fifth was going on and on about Fancy giving him her number. "Guess I was the only guy to make a connection tonight."
Gunnar couldn't resist spoiling his eldest brother's bubble, "I wouldn't say that bro." He flashed Fifth his shit eating grim.
"Who, when, where?" Fifth demanded.
"A gentleman never tells, right Pops?"
"Right, you are son." Sean smiled to himself. He figured the connection was Billy but would wait for Gunnar to confirm it when he was ready to do so.
At home there was still a faint odor of burnt meatloaf in the kitchen. Gitte sprayed the Febreze again before heading to the Salon. Fifth and Erik ran upstairs to the corner bedroom. AJ was spending night 2 of his 7-day sentence.
Fifth called down to Gunnar, "Gun aren't you coming?"
"I'll be up in a minute. I need to take care of the plants in my room as well as my gecko."
"OK bro, I forgot about your lizard." Fifth continued to the corner bedroom. AJ and Erik were already stripped out of their clothing and Fifth followed suit.
"Where's Gun?" AJ inquired.
"His lizard," Fifth stated.
"Which lizard?" AJ smirked. Fifth looked at his brother quizzically, "His gecko or the lizard between his legs?" All three boys guffawed at that one.
Fifth opined, "Well he said it was the gecko. However, he did say he made a connection this evening, He could be imagining her going down on him, or him fucking her or playing with her tits, or even eating out her pussy." As he talked his cock began swelling and expanding, His brothers also responded to the sexual images Fifth was spinning. The boys quickly got under covers though as they heard their parents climbing the stairs. "We'll finish this after Dad and Pops say goodnight."
No sooner had the words left his mouth the Clay and Sean stepped into the room. "We wanted to say goodnight. Its been a long day and we need to get an early start in the morning," Clay informed the boys. "AJ your turn in the truck. We'll be leaving at 7:30 sharp."
"The rest of you will be helping me with the chicken coop during the morning. In the afternoon we have a 2 PM appointment to complete enrollment at the high school. Now that you've met some of the athletes, we hope you feel better about attending here and making new friends," Pops continued. "Where's Gunnar?"
"His plants and lizard needed his attention," AJ noted. Pops nodded.
"Well don't stay up talking as it is going to be an early and busy day." Pops stated. "Goodnight, we love you." Clay and Sean kissed each of their sons on the tops of their heads before leaving for their room.
"Love you too," resounded from the three boys."
Over in T2, the moniker the boys had decided upon instead of always referencing Testosterone House 2.0, Gunnar had finished his chores and stripped down. He laid on his bed and thought about Bill. He questioned why he was a Billy instead of Bill. Was it to indicate he was gay? His walk and hair were major clues anyway. He wondered what the teen's mouth would feel like on his cock. Gun started fisting his meat as it grew to its full length. He watched the head swell and engorge turning a purplish color. He kept picturing what Bill would have done if he had left his cock exposed just a bit longer in the restroom or even turned toward him.
Back in Arcadia in his bedroom at his home on Lamb Avenue, Billy was imagining what could have happened had Gunnar left his cock exposed just a minute longer. He knew he would have been on his knees slurping the cut cock into his mouth. He'd gone down on smaller dicks all around town. He worked his dick building up a head of steam for his second orgasm in less than 2 hours.
Gunnar imagined the tight end falling to his knees on the tiled floor and taking his cock into his mouth. He imagined grabbing the footballer's black locks and face fucking him repeatedly until he shot. At that thought he did shoot his load all over his chest.
Over on Lamb Avenue Billly too shot his load into his left hand and then licked it up imagining it to be Gunnar's cum.
The intercom in T2 buzzed,"Bro, we're waiting on you. Hurry your ass over here," Fifth ordered.
"Fifth, do you know how many plants I have in here. I'll be there in a few more minutes," Gunnar stretched the truth.
"Hurry up we got business to tend to when you arrive." The intercom went silent.
Gunnar went into his bathroom and cleaned up his cum. Then he walked naked back to the main house. He walked upstairs and turned toward the corner bedroom when he heard sounds from his parents' room. He walked to the door and put his ear to it.
"Fuck me harder, Chief! Make this piggy squeal," Farm Boy was calling.
"Guess that answers who the sub is in there," Gunnar thought and turned back toward the corner bedroom. He walked in to see his three brothers slowly wanking their dicks.
"Took you long enough," Fifth teased. You need to catch up."
"I thought this was going to be our thing in T2," Gun retorted.
"With all that fine pussy floating around us at the restaurant tonight we needed to release a bit of our tensions." Fifth continued. "I wondered if Fancy's carpet matches the drapes."
"What would you do if it did?" Erik wondered.
"I'd spread it apart and dive in with my tongue to find her little friend hiding inside those pussy lips," Fifth moaned as he closed his eyes and jacked his dick faster.
AJ commented, "I would tease the clit with my piss slit before ramming home."
"I'd get her to suck my cock while I went down on her little man." Alex added.
"I'm with Eric, I'd 69 with the bitch," Gun stated while watching his brothers jacking off, he brought his own cock back to life. The bitch he was thinking of though was a tight end named Billy.
The brothers continued to talk about what they would do and how they thought it would feel. Gunnar observed their techniques and their heavy balls bouncing. They kept up the dirty talk until Fifth shot first followed by AJ, Erik and finally Gunnar. Erik turned off the nightstand light and curled up next to AJ. Fifth and Gunnar took the floor in sleeping bags. They four were quickly asleep.